Red Dead Redemption 2 x Reader

A Snowy Night (Arthur x f!Reader,Lemon)

You were living alone in a deserted snowy area. A small home, enough food, everything you could ask for.
Maybe some company would be nice.

After a hunting trip that was cut short because of some wolves, you were ready to head home. With a deer on your shoulder and a rabbit on your belt, you walked through the high snow. "Almost there." You said to yourself over and over. Finally, after some time you were standing at your house with a red face and a runny nose. After a long sigh, you opened the door only to grab after your rifle. "Who the hell are you?!" You screamed in shock after you saw a man with some pretty bad looking wounds on your bed. After no reply, you stepped into your house. Snow covering your small green carpet with snow from your boots. Still no reply. The end of your rifle touched his forehead and he emitted a small groan. "Good Lord, why me." You exhaled and pointed your rifle back on the ground.
Getting rid of your coat and firearm in a corner you picked up the deer that you dropped at your door frame and threw it on your kitchen table. The sound of a squeaky chair being dragged to the bed woke the bloodied and bruised man. "So..." you said with a stern face "who are you."
"Ar.... Tacitus Kilgore." He replied with still closed eyes.
"Course you are, can I get your real name please?"
Some retaliation later he told you and you jumped up and clapped your hands. "Well then, let's fix you up real good, okay?"
"What's with the sudden change lady?"
"Let's just say I don't wanna get into too much trouble." You said looking at him with a cheeky face.
"Fine by me."

You opened your medicine cabinet to see that all your alcohol was gone. The annoyed face told him everything and he apologized sheepishly.
"Sorry, but it hurt pretty bad."
"Mr. Morgan?" He nodded.
"Could you please get rid of your shirt for me please?"
"I'm afraid I cant."
Your questioning look met his gaze and you understood.
"Silly me of course you can't, what attacked you anyways?"
"A Bear."
"Ouch?"
"Ouch indeed." He chuckled making your cheeks heat up a bit.
"Let's get to work." You said as you were climbing on top of him with bandages and alcohol that was still left.
"Hey now!" He said loudly and looked to the side.
"Are you alright Mr. Morgan?" You asked sweetly.
His finger pointed to your slightly exposed cleavage.
Making fun of him you said "Arthur Morgan such a bad guy. 5000 dollar bounty in Blackwater. Can't look at a woman's chest." Your hands traveled up his body to open up his shirt. "Cute, really."
His chest rose as he let out a 'hmpf' and looked into your eyes with rosy cheeks.
There was something odd about him.
He looks and acts so tough but deep inside he is.... soft?
"You okay there Miss?"
"Uh oh yeah, please call me y/n."
"Well then." He stretched out his healthy arm. "Call me Arthur."
That smile, oh god that smile.
"Nice to meet you... again." You shook his hand softly, afraid of hurting him more. You exposed his chest and saw 3 deep flesh wounds.
His breathing was ragged and full of pain as you dipped the in alcohol covered cotton ball into his wounds.
He is doing a great job holding back his grunts and you make sure to be as quick as possible.
"Don't bite your fingers off!" You said as you slapped his hands out of his face. "I just need to bandage it now."

"There you go, all done!" You bounced back into his lap making him grunt."Oops I'm sorry, you kinda forget manners around here being all alone." You twiddling around with the buttons on his shirt. He saw your sad eyes and wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"You must be hungry, I'm gonna cook the rabbit i fetched myself today ok?"
As you tried to get up you balanced yourself with your hands on the healthy side of his chest. Suddenly he grabbed your hand.
"Thank you y/n, really."
You smiled slightly and rubbed his cheek.
"You're not such a bad guy like they always say."
Swearing you're trying to seduce him he gave into the touch anyways.
"You don't know how bad I am." He mumbled into your hand.
"Really? Cause now you're rather sweet." You flopped to the side and snuggled against him.
"I'm sorry if I'm bothering you Arthur, it's just, I've been really lonely for a long time. And i know you need someone who touches you lightly sometimes."
"What makes you say that?" He said with a demanding face.
Feeling like you hurt him you stammered "W...well I'm not the cleanest person myself. I've been running too. That's why I live here, ya know."
"Is that so?"
"I guess, the life of an outlaw can be tough. I know that." You said and winked at him.
He shifted beneath you trying to get up.
"You shouldn't put too much weight on your left shoulder."
"Naaah, I'm alright."
"Please just relax right now."
His face contorted into one of pain after he finally got into sitting position on your bed.