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Red Dead Risqué
Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption 2) x Reader
written by mirrorsarc (April 2026)
“So this is supposed to be… what exactly?” Arthur looked at you uneasily, holding up what you had given him. He was eyeing you with an expression that was a mix between him wanting to kill you, and being so utterly confused that he wasn’t sure what part of his confusion to address first.
“It’s a Speedo. Guys from my time period wear them when they swim sometimes.” You told him casually, a bit more than you should have. Arthur was looking at you still with confusion.
“Right… your ‘time period’” He said with a hint of disapproval.
Arthur hadn’t been very receptive to your confession when you admitted you were from the future. It would have been much easier if you had just lied to him and told him you were from Europe instead. He might have believed you with the select variety of strange things you brought him.
“Wait a minute…” Arthur said, taking his eyes off the bright red Speedo in his hands to look at you with a hint of a glare, “You want me to wear… this?”
You avoided his gaze, he put up with a lot from you and your time period, but this seemed to be too much even for his at times overtly lackadaisical personality, “I won’t even… fit into it, you know?”
Arthur tried his best to be subtle about it, gesturing to his groin. You avoided his gaze for a moment, you may have gotten a size too small on ‘accident’. But, you turned to face him, having an idea. One he seemed to pick up on quickly with a disapproving look.
“Now partner, I ain’t likin’ that look.” Arthur said, lowering the Speedo in his hand. The two of you were stood nearby the Dakota river, under the comforting shade of a tree. Arthur was aware of your inability to interact with people from his time period as much as possible. Although, to prove that you were real, he did force you to interact with Hosea. Which went over startlingly good despite the modern sting to your tongue, at the very least, Hosea could see through to who you really were. That your intentions were benign, which allowed Arthur to soften up a bit around you.
Even with Arthur’s desires to talk to his fellow gang members, you had told him to keep it to a minimum, especially about the time traveling part. You knew that he had confided in Charles about you and his predicament with you, but aside from Charles, you weren’t sure who else. Keeping this a secret wasn’t easy for Arthur, he didn’t do secrets well with his blunt personality.
“If you put it on and go swimming with me, I’ll do whatever you want.” You bargained with him, Arthur looked away from you at the river and took a deep breath. It was nice and secluded as you had intended where the two of you were, so there was little to no risk of anyone seeing the Speedo or Arthur wearing it.
“Whatever I want?” Arthur asked, his eyes locking onto you for a moment. A grin curled up his face, “Anythin’ at all?”
“Anything.” You told him, confident he wasn’t about to ask to go back to the modern era with you. Arthur thought about it for a moment, looking down at the slightly wrinkled Speedo in his hand. You could see a small stirring sensation but you held back from saying ‘called it’ knowing Arthur would not be too happy with you sayying something of that nature.
“Alright partner, you got yourself a deal.” He said, reaching down to unbuckle his suspenders and belt. But he paused for a moment, looking down at you and stepping close. He held your shoulder affectionately, rubbing it gingerly, “But I ain’t tellin’ you what it is I want until we’re finished with yours.”
“It’s a deal.” You answered, raising your hand to touch his. You felt the slightly leathery texture of his hand on your shoulder. The way his thumb affectionately rubbed your shoulder, and the very subtle movements only when he touched you.
Arthur seemed to realize what he was doing, yanking his hand away and focusing back on the Speedo in his other hand, “Shit… this thing ain’t even gonna fit.”
“Oh it’ll fit.” You said, avoiding his watchful gaze, “Just… barely, heh.”
“Great.” Arthur said sarcastically as he undid his suspenders. Your eyes were on him as he undressed, watching his belt flop free from his waist and then his pants fell to his feet. His eyes were on you, “What’s a man gotta do for some privacy?”
You looked away, taking your turn to get ready. Underneath your late 1800’s-passing clothes, you already had swim trunks on, and you heard Arthur grunting and swearing to himself as he was very clearly attempting to make the Speedo work. Or rather make it fit considering his well-endowed equipment. Not to mention his thick form, his thick thighs would provide quite a challenge to get the small garment over them.
“We’ve done far worse than watch each other change clothes, Arthur.” You mentioned, with a bit more sass than you meant. Arthur paused putting the Speedo on, it was up in place, just without its passenger in place quite yet. He looked down at his soft dick, hanging outside the small pouch meant for passengers not as big as his own. A sigh escaped his lips, and he turned slightly but not facing you entirely.
“I’m… uncomfortable.” He said, sounding out the word slowly to make sure he said it how you told him. You nodded, feeling a bit guilty as Arthur resumed the task of stuffing his equipment into the tight Speedo.
It’s something you hadn’t expected from him, but at times he would be brutally honest about how he felt. Maybe because you had been so honest with him about your situation and how you came to be in his time period. He had raised the idea to you before of you coming to his time period permanently, which you hadn’t been fully on board of doing just yet. The two of you had been doing this for a few months now, and Arthur was getting a bit antsy, and he was thinking things he wasn’t used to due to your canoodling with him.
“We can stop then.” You said, not turning to face him. But to your surprise, you felt Arthur’s large hand on your bare shoulder once more. You slowly turned to look at Arthur, seeing his beefy hairy torso and abdomen in front of you. He was looking at you with shaky confidence, and his head lowered to look down at what he was wearing. Your eyes followed his and you had to stop your jaw from falling to the floor.
“A-Arthur..!” You stammered, laying eyes on the red Speedo on his body. The material glimmered in the bright sun above New Hanover, and Arthur raised his gaze to look at you now.
“Now, I’m not entirely on board with this. But, for your sake. I’ll let it happen just this once.” Arthur said, but you couldn’t draw your eyes away from the immense bulge in his Speedo.
It practically stretched it to its limits, and even a small amount of the base of Arthur’s girthy cock was exposed, above it, a beautiful crown of dark brown hair. Your eyes finally rose up to meet his, you knew that he was 100% soft, but even so, he filled it out better than most of the models you had seen wearing it. This perfect (and hung) man in front of you really had it all, “I reckon you like this?”
“Very much.” You answered, trying your best to form a coherent thought that wasn’t related to his immense bulge stretching out the modern material of the Speedo he was wearing. He eyed you cautiously, saying, “Don’t forget about our deal.”
“It’s hard to forget when… the results on my end are this good.” You answered, which finally got Arthur to crack a smile. His cautious eyeing of you turned to a hint of bravado. He turned towards the river, and your eyes followed him, his expression remained steadfast. You weren’t certain, but it almost looked like he enjoyed wearing it. If only because of your enthusiasm for this bright red Speedo.
“Alright boah, let’s go swimming’.” He said, stepping forward and motioning for you to follow him. Only in your swim trunks, and Arthur in his Speedo, you followed after him. It was hard not to stare at his hairy ass as it bounced with every step he took. But that wasn’t what you were focused on, you wanted to see the other side.
Thankfully, due to Arthur’s casual and slow gate, you caught up to him quickly. Walking beside him, you snuck glances at his bulge once more, and as you had hoped, it wobbled from side to side with each long stride. He turned to look at you, trying to hold onto the belt that was no longer on his person, “Oh I’m gonna enjoy my end of this deal.”
You shivered, as Arthur could be surprisingly unpredictable when he asked for things. It could be something as simple as a kiss in a certain place at a certain time. Or something as intimate as you sucking on his dick, but only his cockhead, using your lips to suck underneath the lip of his bulbous cockhead. The thoughts started to stir something in your own groin and you pushed them away, lest Arthur tease you for getting worked up so soon.
“It’s gonna be the deal of the century, I reckon.” He said, trying to play it up. Which usually meant it was something not too out there when he was this into playing it up.
“It can be anything, yeah.” You admitted as the two of you stepped up to the cool water’s edge of the Dakota River. He was looking at you fondly and you felt him slip his hand in yours. That rough texture to his that had seen countless guns, necks, and everything in between. But here it was, in your hand and with a half smile on his face. He squeezed your hand, letting go and then walking forward, letting his feet get wet before motioning you to follow him in.
And you did, feeling the cool waters of the river take over your body and you watched Arthur sink down into the cool shallows. He looked at you, just admiring you. It made you tremble, but not from the cool waters surrounding you. He motioned you to come in deeper where the water was shoulder depth, at least for Arthur it was. It outlined his wide and slightly hairy shoulders very well.
For a few minutes, the two of you enjoyed the cool waters of the Dakota river, swimming around in it together. One of the things you noticed was how happy Arthur looked, which made it all worth it. Not because of what he was wearing, but because of the time he was spending with you. Although you did sneak some glances at his lower body when possible, seeing that well-outlined and stretched-taut bulge was too good not to try and peek at. Arthur caught you a few times, which elicited a tease or two from his select vocabulary.
After a while, you swam up to Arthur. The cowboy wrapped his hefty and hairy arms around you, pulling your back against the front of his warm, beefy, and hairy body. He held you there, placing his head on your shoulder. You felt the bristly texture of his beard on your shoulder, despite the coolness of the river, Arthur stayed warm.
And now that he had you right where he wanted you, Arthur was free to get some questions off of his mind. Not that you minded much, you appreciated his interest in your time period.
“Why do all this, you’re from the future… shouldn’t things be better and all that.” Arthur asked, but you wanted to avoid this topic.
There was quite a pause as he looked at you unassuredly, he thought that things couldn’t be that bad, right?
“My time isn’t perfect, Arthur. There’s a word for what I’m doing, it’s called escapism.” You confessed, and he seemed to think about it for a moment. From down below you could feel the slow current pushing his bulge around, and it would occasionally brush against your rear.
“So all this, coming back to my time… like a… … like a fairytale to you… that’s escapism. That’s what you’re doing.” He said, and you nodded slowly. He thought about it more, holding you, “But you and me, that ain’t a fairytale, right?”
“Couldn’t dream of it.” You answered, having your hands on his forearms, you felt the wet hairs on it against your fingertips. Arthur seemed satisfied with your answer, but still held you close, not wanting to let you go just yet.
“Anything special happen in the future that you can tell me.” He asked leadingly, and he corrected himself, “Just me, ‘course.”
You turned your head to look back at him and he was already looking at you. It was surprising but you felt Arthur kiss you, which felt like he was trying his best to convince you.
“Alright, the future isn’t pretty. I’ll tell you that much, but in the future, you can talk to someone across the country without needing to be there in person.” You told him, Arthur thought about it for a moment.
“Oh yeah, we got some fangled thing… what’s that damn thing called? Telegram… telegraph?” He thought aloud, and you nodded.
“A telegraph. But what I’m talking about you’ll be able to hear and even see people from across the country in an instant.” You told him, and he thought about it.
“People wouldn’t believe me if I told them that, they’d call it a silly hoax.” Arthur said, alluding to what he thought of the idea. You chuckled softly, patting his thick arms.
You could tell he had something else on his mind. He sank just a bit lower into the waters, carrying you with him. But Arthur made sure to keep your head and shoulders above the water for your own safety.
“But why me, there can’t be anything all that special about me that isn’t in someone from your time.” He said, a painful amount of insecurity hidden in his words. You looked back at him one more, but this time you initiated the kiss. He fell into it easily, looking at you with slightly wide eyes.
“There is something special about you, Arthur. Not everyone is as honest as you are, and a plus is you’re good looking.” You told him, and he thought more about it. Arthur did a lot of thinking, despite the fact that he didn’t always voice what he was thinking. He was particular about what he said.
“You just like my… ahem… well-endowment.” Arthur said bluntly, but half-jokingly. He pushed his lower half forward, and his stretched-out bulge inside the Speedo brushed against the back of your swim trunks. You sighed out pleasurably, and Arthur laughed softly, “Knew it.”
“Hey, I like all of you.” You said, keeping your face close to his. His lips were tantalizingly close to yours, and Arthur’s green eyes were on yours.
“Mmmhmm, greedy bastard.” He grunted, allowing you to kiss him once more. And underneath the soft sounds of the river flowing, you could swear you heard a very distinct sound. And your suspicions were confirmed when you saw pieces of red fabric float up to the top of the river, and subsequently, Arthur’s semi-erect cock against your rear, “Damn that thing was not made for men my size.”
You gasped, feeling the full heft of Arthur’s huge cock against your rear. He was looking at you much more intensely now, “So, about my end of the deal.”
You shivered softly, feeling the full heft of his big semi-erect cock against the back of your swim trucks. It pushed up in between your cheeks, and Arthur held you slightly closer, “Careful boah, there’s a wild animal in these waters.”
Your breathing became faster and even your shuddering could be heard in your breaths. It was beyond erotic as you felt Arthur nearly fully erect now and his huge cock pushed its way between your ass. It was making sure you knew just how huge it was, “But I think it likes you.”
“I think so… too… mmmnngh…” You moaned softly, already knowing you were semi-erect just from Arthur’s huge cock slipping between your ass cheeks, albeit your swim trunks separated them by a single layer.
“You know what I want?” He asked you in a deep tone. It lit your body on fire hearing him speak in that deep tone, that he only brought out when he was very worked up. It had been a few days since you saw him last, so he was definitely pent up due to all the time that had passed since he saw you last, “My favorite.”
He kissed the cheek of your face closest to him affectionately. His bristly beard rubbed against your face, and you smiled feeling his love against you. And his erection between your cheeks, he was very unsubtly grinding himself between your ass cheeks. He was grunting softly, but very pleasurably, “You shouldn’t leave me alone like this for this long, boah.”
His tone almost deepened even more, and a relatively loud moan escaped your lips. One of Arthur’s hands shot up from being around your body to being over your mouth, you looked at him achingly, “Quiet.”
You nodded, and he released his hand, “It’s kinda hard to… do that… when you’re so hard.” You told him.
Arthur shook the idea around his head and couldn’t deny that, still very unsubtly grinding himself between your ass cheeks. You were almost consistently moaning out now, reveling in the feeling of Arthur’s huge cock bucking softly against your ass.
“Well, you know just what I like. Right?” He asked you, and you nodded your head. It was hard to forget when it left such an impression on you, “Good. That’s good.”
He guided you out of the shallow waters and towards a shaded spot underneath the tree where you two had initially undressed facing away from each other. Arthur looked around carefully, his erect cock lazily boobing around with each step the cowboy took. He seemed a little nervous to be completely naked, but considering the Speedo you had given him hardly provided any cover, Arthur didn’t seem too miffed about it. But this time, you two would be facing each other, just in a very intimate position.
The two of you dried off with the towels you had brought, and Arthur put his cowboy hat back on. And he sighed out pleasurably as you sank down to your knees, Arthur’s cock was big enough that it jutted out past your head. Uncut, girthy, and huge in every other way, it was incredible just to look at. The slight downward angle it had, due to its own immense weight, it couldn’t stand fully perpendicular even when Arthur was fully erect due to how massive his cock was. And then of course there were his delectable balls, nice, big and hairy, hanging steadfast between his legs. You had sucked on them once or twice before, which Arthur seemed to like very much so. But the way he was looking at you, it was hard to not shudder just from that. You knew better than to leave him hanging and pent up like this for this long, there were affairs from your time period that couldn’t wait.
“You look nice and pretty down there, boah.” Arthur said, reaching a hand forward and grabbing the back of your head softly. You felt his thumb affectionately rubbing against the back of your head and you leaned into the gentle touch, “But I’m in a dire need of you.”
“Right, yeah.” You said, refocusing on fulfilling your end of the deal. Backing up a bit so that it was possible to take Arthur, you stared at his cock for just a moment, Arthur knew why. You liked admiring his cock and how gigantic it was. He chuckled softly, saying, “I ain’t getting any less worked up.”
“You know why I do this.” You reminded him, the bulbous, mushroom-shaped nature of his swollen cockhead was beautiful. And the girthy shaft behind it, you just simply couldn’t get enough of looking at it.
Finishing your ‘inspection’, you moved your lips forward. You saw Arthur gently move his hips towards your lips. He still had his hand on the back of your head, but there was no force being applied to it, he simply liked to hold your head. There was rarely a time when he would push you down his dick, maybe once when he came really hard. Although with how much he spilled out, you were glad you didn’t miss it.
Before you even began your work, you saw a drop of precum collect at his slit, and you grinned up at him. Arthur was looking away, clearing his throat, “You’re taking too long down there.”
“Looks like you like it, I’d argue.” You countered, placing your lips against his cockhead and kissing it gingerly. Arthur grunted out a moan of approval, but otherwise stayed silent. Satisfied, you continued, your tongue coming out to lick his cockhead, you moved your tongue all over the vast expanse of his large cockhead. Arthur began to rub your head more, indicating he wanted things to progress faster. You wondered if the bulge rubbing he had done to you while the two of you were in the river had worked him up even more than it had done to you, “Nice and hard. Just the way I like it.”
“Good boah.” He said, smiling pleasurably down at you. You felt one of his feet come forward and prod your achingly erect dick. Gasping against the warmth of his mushroom-shaped cockhead, you shuddered at the feeling of Arthur playing with your dick with his foot. But considering your positioning, Arthur didn’t really have another option to pleasure you while you worked his cock.
Finally taking his cock into your mouth, you felt your lips wrapping around the immense circumference of Arthur’s huge cockhead. It practically filled your mouth alone, just his bulbous cockhead which was now leaking out a steady stream of precum down your throat. One which you eagerly took and drank up.
“Pretty thing down there, makin’ me feel real good.” Arthur grumbled out, pulling his hat over the top half of his face to attempt to conceal his fluster. But you could still see the flush on his cheeks even with the hat obscuring his face quite a bit.
You took the entirety of Arthur’s huge cockhead into your mouth, but stopped there. Wrapping your lips around the lip of his cockhead, you stayed in place, gingerly moving your head in a simple twisting motion so that your lips moved around the lip of his large cockhead. Arthur began to moan even louder now.
“Oh that’ll do just right, boah.” Arthur moaned out in that deep gruff voice of his, looking down at you, and peeking at you from behind the cover of his hat. You loved the feeling of his cockhead filing your mouth, and using your tongue to lick at the underside of it. Due to how far back in your mouth it was, you couldn’t reach the tip of it with your tongue, but it did make it much easier for you to swallow his precum directly.
With your focus split between Arthur softly prodding and rubbing your dick with his foot, and the main task of sucking on his swollen cockhead, you had your work cut out for you. But Arthur always said you did a good job regardless of how well you felt you actually did. His green eyes looked down at you beyond his hat every once in a while. Not only to look at you sucking on his cockhead, but to make sure you were alright.
Every time Arthur’s huge cockhead throbbed in your mouth, you felt it filling you just that much more. An incredible feeling, something so impossibly big momentarily becoming even bigger, leaking out a steady stream of precum down your throat.
“I ain’t gonna last much longer if you keep that up.” Arthur said, which to his surprise, you reached both of your hands up and with one you softly rubbed one of his large and hairy thighs. With the other you began to gently fondle his large balls. The way they filled your hand, combined with how his cockhead filled your mouth, it all was incredible, “Eager thing.”
You nodded, and he grinned.
“I’m gonna fill you up nice and good.” He commented, taking another look around to make sure no one was around. The shade underneath the tree was cozy enough you felt concealed by it and Arthur’s beefy body, “You ready, boah?”
You nodded again, and moaned out against his cock as you blew your load. Arthur moved his foot out of the way just in time to avoid getting hit by the projectile. He looked down at you, pulling his hat up reluctantly so you could see his face while he came.
“Almost got me that time.” Arthur commented, feeling you pause sucking on his cockhead while you reeled from your own orgasm. You could feel he was right on the edge and just needed a bit more motivation to cum.
Recovering as fast as you could, you licked at his frenulum. Your lips sucked on the lip of his cockhead more persistently, and Arthur moaned just a bit louder. He didn’t say anything to indicate when he was going to finish, but you felt the way he was throbbing, which meant…
Arthur came in your mouth, shooting his load right against the back of your mouth. You swallowed immense pump after pump of his huge load, feeling it fill your mouth if you failed to swallow it all fast enough.
The satisfied expression on his face, and the sigh he made was so erotic. Had you not just finished yourself, you’d already be erect just from the pleased sounds Arthur Morgan made. His hand on the back of your head gently guided you off of his softening cock, and you let him take control for a moment to help you.
“I’d say you’ve learned a good lesson here.” He said, and you watched his cock now free from your mouth ooze out cum still, “Never leave a man pent up.”
“Yeah, you sure were pent up.” You answered, rubbing your abdomen and feeling just how much Arthur had came in you. It was insane, just how much this cowboy could produce. He got down onto his knees with you, smiling fondly. He put his cowboy hat on your head to wear for a bit.
“You still got some more time to spend here?” He asked, almost looking sheepish as the question left his lips. You nodded.
“I always make time for you, Arthur Morgan.” You told him, Arthur looked away and cleared his throat.
“Right, I can… buy you something if you want.” He said, offering up a slightly crumpled dollar bill. While it was much more effective in Arthur’s time period than your own, you pushed his hand down.
“Your company is more than enough.” You told him, and so the two of you got dressed, taking a different tree that didn’t have the remains of your time together.
In the shade of your new tree, the two of you sat underneath it. Arthur telling you stories about his life, and you listened, head on his lap and enjoying the time you spent with him. Your escapism, it was all worth it when a man like Arthur made such a profound effort to understand and love you. Your hand came forward and gently rubbed his thigh, and one of Arthur’s large hands came to your back and gingerly stroked it.
- written by mirrorsarc (April 2026)