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verai-marcel · 5 years

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A Bear of a Man (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x Fem!Reader, 18+)

Summary: Arthur has been a shapeshifter for years, after he got attacked by a werebear during a hunting trip with Hosea. Hosea has kept his secret, but what happens when you find out?

Author’s Notes: Just expanding on that drabble I wrote on tumblr. Some background for this fic: Shapeshifting can be transferred through vicious attacks while in animal form. Also there are feral shapeshifters around, those who have lost their humanity and basically remain as animals. This happens if a shapeshifter stays as an animal for too long and chooses to lose themselves to their instincts.

Tags: medium honor Arthur, smut, biting, doggy style, very rough sex, breeding kink

AO3 Link is here, rawr.

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You normally didn’t worry about Arthur when he left on trips to find work. Sometimes he was gone for a day or two. Other times, a full week would go by before he’d come back, a pile of cash in his satchel and sometimes a large deer to share with the gang. Arthur always provided for his family, and that made your heart warm up to him quickly after you first met him.

A year ago, Hosea had found you underneath the porch of a ranch house, hiding from the owner in the hopes of burglarizing his home late at night. In exchange for the info you had, Hosea offered you a place in the gang if you could contribute. You readily agreed; you were tired of being all alone.

Now you were one of the gang, stealing from the rich and giving to your found family. But you wanted to be more than just one of the gang to Arthur. You wanted him to notice you, to care for you as much as you cared for him. You vaguely knew of a prior lover, but accordingly to Tilly, that was long ago and she wasn’t good for him anyway.

So you did your best to be kind, to show your support for the gruff outlaw. You helped him clean his clothes, made sure he had some food when he came back late from a job, and you always brought your job tips to him first before anyone else. Lately, it seemed like he’d finally started to notice; you caught him glancing over at you on more than one occasion these past few weeks. His tone was kinder, gentler with you when he spoke. This past month, he had accompanied you on almost every job you went on, when before he hardly went with you at all. He even gave you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder the last time you saw him, his fingers lingering as he thanked you for bringing him a cup of coffee.

He had looked a bit haggard then, too tired to be up so early. Soon after, he had left, and by now, three days had passed with no sign of Arthur. You had not slept well the night before; you had asked the others where he might have traveled, and no one had a clue. The biggest red flag was raised when you asked Dutch and Hosea where he might have gone.

“Oh, he's probably off hunting or taking on a bounty. Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine.”

You looked from Dutch to Hosea. Normally, Hosea would just nod or give you some pithy comment along the same lines. But this time, he spoke a bit more than normal.

“He’s just fine. I’m sure you’d cause him more worry if you were to leave camp, so stay here and wait for him to come back. Greet him with that big smile like you always do.”

You nodded before turning away from them both, trying to hide your reaction to Hosea’s words. You’d worked with him enough to identify when he was bullshitting. And your bullshit alarm just went off in your head. Something was up. You had to find Arthur.

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The next day, after you had finished your chores, you told Tilly you were going to go look for homes to rob, and took off, keeping your eyes out on the trail for signs of Arthur’s horse. You had traveled for over half a day before you realized, as the sun was setting, that you had lost his trail.

Or so you thought. As you traveled through the forest that only got thicker and darker, you noticed a small cabin that looked abandoned, with ivy growing around it, the shingles on the roof rotted with age.

Tied to a tree nearby was a familiar palomino horse.

“Hey there, boy,” you cooed as you rode up and tied your horse next to him. The two horses nuzzled each other as you looked around. The cabin looked empty; no lamps, no fire. You walked up the steps and entered anyway.

“Hello? Arthur?”

The door creaked as it opened, and you looked around the room in the dim light. There was an old bed with its wooden legs broken, the mattress basically on the ground, a blanket thrown upon it. There were a couple of cabinets that were empty, the paint faded. Finally, to your surprise, there was a backdoor that was hanging off its hinges, the door jamb broken as if someone had tried to break in with a sledge hammer.

As you got closer, you looked at the wood and noticed something off about the damage. It wasn’t by tools; it looked like claw marks. You gently nudged the backdoor open and looked around on the ground. There was the faint smell of dead animal; you could see blood on the ground and bits of what might have been a rabbit strewn about. Taking a few more steps outside, you looked around at the trees. More claw marks. You had no doubts now.

A bear had been around. Recently too, from the looks of the tracks that you saw on the ground, even in the dim light of dusk.

What if Arthur was injured out there? What if…?

You didn’t want to think about it. Charging into the forest, you foolishly followed the tracks of the bear for five minutes before you stopped, your mind catching up with your emotions. You hadn’t seen any foot trails. No sign of Arthur’s boots in the dirt. Why weren’t there any footprints? You turned around and started to walk back to the cabin to start your search from there, taking a deep breath to clear your head. You needed to be more logical about this. Also you wanted to go get your lantern; it was impossible to see clearly now.

A rustling in the bushes behind you made you jump. You turned, and in the brush beyond, you saw a pair of glowing eyes, followed by the faint outline of a large creature. And it was getting closer.

Fueled by fear, you made a newbie mistake. You ran.

Hearing the creature crash through the underbrush after you, your heart pounded harder, pumping all the adrenaline through your veins as you raced back to the cabin. You could see it, the door was right there—

Suddenly you were flying, then falling, face first into the dirt, after tripping over a broken tree branch. You tried to get up, but you felt a large paw hold you down. Too scared to turn your head, you shut your eyes, bracing for a bite that would end you.

Instead, the bite did not draw any blood; it felt more like a gentle grasp on your neck, and you shuddered as its tongue licked your exposed skin. You heard it rumble, almost like a cat’s purr, before it pulled away from you. Terrified, you slowly turned around to look.

It was a large grizzly bear. You tentatively got up to your feet, keeping eye contact. To your surprise, it merely huffed as it watched you.

You took a step back. It took a step forward. You took a few more steps back, and it followed you, and didn’t stop. Your back hit the wall of the cabin. The bear, big enough to come up to your shoulder while standing on all fours, pushed its head against your belly and rolled it against you, almost playfully. Looking up at you, it softly woofed at you. Then he put his nose into your hand.

“You want me to pet you?” you asked, incredulous. It woofed again, and headbutted you gently.

Reaching out with both your hands, you ran your fingers through its soft fur. You heard it rumble softly, and you kept petting its head as it leaned into your touch. You reveled in the warmth against your skin.

The purr turned into a low growl, and then suddenly the bear got up on its hind legs and slammed it paws against the wall, pinning you in place. You shrieked, afraid that it had changed its mind and was finally going to eat you. Squeezing your eyes shut again, you waited for that final blow, whimpering.

“Now you’ve done it, darlin’.”

You blinked and looked up. Arthur was standing before you, his hands on either side of your head, trapping you between his massive arms. You put one and one together, but you still couldn’t believe it.

“I know yer smart. You know what I am now.”

You nodded. A shapeshifter. There were stories, legends, like the vampire in St Denis, or the witch in the mountains of Ambarino. But never any proof. Until now, that is.

A quick glance told you that he was naked. A second glance told you that he was very, very happy to see you.

“Um.”

“You shouldn’t’ve come here,” he uttered in a low tone.

“Ar-Arthur?”

He leaned in and nuzzled your neck, nipping gently at your pulse. “You smell so sweet, darlin’.” Taking a step forward, he pressed you against the wall with his whole abody. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin like a furnace; his muscles were hard against your soft curves as he rubbed against you, spreading his scent on you.

“Yer too temptin',” he mumbled as he grasped your chin, making you look up at him. “Tell me now if you don’t want me. Otherwise, I won’t stop.”

You stared at him, into his eyes, a vulnerability showing through that you had seen glimpses of before. He had given you a choice. His heart was in your hands.

“I-I want you, Arthur.”

He smiled hungrily in triumph. Then his lips met yours, and you could no longer think. You were lost to the arms that wrapped around you, the mouth that stole your breath, the body that crushed you. He picked you up and took you into the cabin, laying you down onto the broken bed.

“Clothes. Off. Now.”

You hesitated. This was happening so quickly. Too quickly. You were still grappling with the fact that Arthur was a bear. An actual bear.

He reached up and grabbed the collar of your blouse, tearing the fabric easily, as if it were tissue paper.

Shocked, you could only gasp as he did the same to the rest of your clothes, tearing everything to shreds until only scraps of cloth remained. You raised your arms, covering your private bits in a panic.

He grabbed your wrists roughly and pulled your arms aside, his eyes raking over your body. His intense gaze was full of lust as he stared at you. The only sound he made was a low rumble as he crawled over you and kissed you again, rubbing up against you, skin on blazing hot skin.

“Gotta mark you, make sure everyone knows yer mine,” he mumbled before he started to suck on your neck, leaving love bites up and down the column of your neck. His hands were all over you, touching you in a frenzy, as if he needed to feel every inch of you or he’d die. He slid his body up and down, his cock rubbing against your inner thighs.

“Spread your legs fer me.”

You shyly did so, your breath catching at the heat in his eyes as he worked his lips down your chest, your stomach, to your center. He kept eye contact with you as he licked a long line up your folds, lapping up your slick. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned, as if he had tasted the most delectable ambrosia.

“Yer just perfect, my darlin’ mate. Perfect for havin’ my cubs.”

You didn't have time to digest his comment before you felt an incredible pleasure. Arthur had shoved his face between your legs, lapping at your nether lips and your core, his tongue giving you the perfect amount of pressure on your sensitive areas. He devoured you with an insatiable hunger, moaning against you.

"So delicious, sweetheart," he mumbled when he finally came up for air. "Wanna taste you when ya let go."

You lifted your hips to meet his mouth as he went all in, chasing after your pleasure, growling against your body. The vibration of his low tone threw you over the edge as you came, bucking against his face, your thighs crushing his head as you reached down and dug your hands into his hair. He didn't stop sucking on your center until you were whimpering, so sensitive that you were trying to get away from his wicked tongue.

"Stay still, princess," he commanded, and you froze, staring at him as he crawled up your body, settling himself between your legs. "Yer mine now."

Taking his huge cock in one hand, he eased the tip slowly inside of your slick entrance. You cried out softly, feeling his thick member penetrating you.

"Shhh, there ya go, you can take it, sweetheart."

He held you close as he eased himself in the rest of the way, petting your hair and making soft, cooing sounds to calm you, as if you were a frightened pet. It worked, because your heart slowed its frantic pace, your muscles relaxing, letting him delve deeper inside of you. When he was fully within you, he let out a low groan.

"So good," he uttered as he started to pump his hips, building up a steady rhythm that your heart started to match, growing into a frenzied staccato as Arthur lost himself in you.

"Need to breed you," he gritted out, his voice halfway to sounding like a bear growl. He pulled out of you and flipped you over. You felt his arms wrap around you as he re-entered you, his weight bearing down on you as you felt his lips graze the back of your neck before he bit down gently. Hearing your small cry of pleasure, he tenderly kissed the spot he had bitten.

"You want this?" he asked, his lips moving against your skin.

You heard his underlying question, so you answered that instead.

"I want you, Arthur."

He rumbled happily as he started to pound into your wet heat.

"Darlin', my sweet darlin'," he slurred, drunk on his desire for you. His pace quickened as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply of your scent. He let out a shuddering breath as he pumped hard into you.

“Mine,” he moaned as he spilled himself inside of you, filling you with his spend. He lay on top of you for a few moments, catching his breath, before he rolled over, taking you with him. He was still hard as he lay on his side, spooning you. His hips jerked forward every few minutes.

“Gonna be inside you fer a while,” he grunted. “Got to make sure it takes.”

You whimpered as you felt him twitch inside of you. He lifted your leg up by your knee and thrust slowly, languidly, taking long strokes, enjoying the feel of you wrapped around him. He moaned into your neck as he filled you up again and again.

Time passed, becoming just phrases between when he was thrusting into you and when he just held you still. But he was inside you the whole time, his cock a constant pulse between your legs. He stroked you gently, knowing that you were sensitive now, every caress making you whimper in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Yer alright, girl. I got you."

You sighed and snuggled into his arms.

"Be mine, forever."

You nodded.

Arthur kissed the top of your head. "Love you, darlin'."

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“Arthur?”

“Hm?”

You ran your hands through his soft hair. In the morning light, it looked as if there was a golden glow to the tips of his sandy brown locks. “Did you mean what you said last night?”

He held you close and buried his face into your neck. You felt more than heard his affirmative hum.

“Does that… does that mean you’re mine too?”

He pulled back and looked at you, a look of sweet devotion on his face. “Of course, darlin’. I was yours from the beginnin’.” Arthur smiled shyly at you. “Just took me a while to figure it out.”

Clinging to him tightly, you smiled happily. You were his, and he was yours. While you admitted to yourself that it wasn’t the most romantic first night, it was certainly the most passionate, and if you had to choose, you’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

He was your Arthur-Bear, and you’d love him forever.

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End Notes: So my search history now contains the phrase “bear courtship”, but I learned that the male bear will basically just follow a female bear until she seems ready to mate, and then will just get it on for an hour or so, making sure his sperm takes, before moving on to the next female. Didn’t seem too romantic, so I made it so that Arthur-bear just likes to follow you, and then keep you close forever and ever. Happy ending.

I have notes for this story, if anyone is interested in reading them. Let me know, and I’ll post them if enough people ask for it.

#arthur morgan #arthur x reader #werebear arthur #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #nsft #lemon fanfic #writing #fanfic

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jwnchstr · 7 years

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I Want You, in silent [DW x Reader]

Title: I Want You, in silent

Pairing: Dean x Nurse!Reader

Summary: As a nurse, you see too many faces a day. But you remember Dean. After a few months, Dean and Sam are back to your town for their job. Turns out, you and Dean have someone more in silent.

Word count: 2,267 (MW)

Author’s note: Sorry for the bad summary, but whatever. This story is inspired by Captain America: The Winter Soldier, the ending scene between Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff. I adapted Nat’s line, “Will you do me a favour?” and altered her next line, though I wanted a bad ending – the same ending with CA. Btw, you can go to my Wattpad account for more SPN fanfic. Sorry this is unedited.

You and Dean have known each other, but you have only met him only one time on this one day when he just got back from his job. He’s got scratches and bruises on his face and his knuckles were bloody. When you asked how did he got that injuries, he simply told you that he’s got into a minor accident and that nobody got hurt too badly including his little brother.

You admired his bravery for whatever accidents he got into. You do not know why you happened to feel that, but looking at him and deep into his eye, you saw that he welcomes to everything in order to save someone’s life. That is how you remember your patients. While you remember your previous patient was kind of sensitive to medicine, Dean was the good brother who still does not know that his little brother is not little anymore.

The hospital is busy as always. You just finished washing your hand in the toilet. Your hands were bloody for helping a little boy. A rusty nail got stuck into his leg and you were helping the doctor to take it out while coaxing the little boy with his mother. You exited the toilet and wanting to get back to your department when you heard a person’s loud cry from this particular room.

You were curious as a cat. But the first thought that came into your head was not because you were familiar with the voice, but with what kind of trouble the patient got into. Although you have a rank, but you cannot simply do another person’s job.

You saw your patient a few months ago, sitting on the hospital bed with a nurse in front of him, patching his wound on his shoulder. Although he was strong, but while the nurse cleaning and patching his bruises on the face, he hissed and mad a face. You knew, if the hospital is allowed to bring a beer, he would be drinking one.

“Dean Winchester,” you called him. You were leaning against the wall, with your arms crossed on your chest. The nurse was surprised to see you there, afraid, as well, she did something wrong. “Ha, I can’t believe I see you again.”

Dean looked up to you. He seemed like he didn’t recognise you for a moment, until you gave him a look that could remind him of you. It was your eyes actually. He thought the way you look at him was different.

“Oh, you. Hey,” he said, not remembering your name, unfortunately. But you did not blame him because you only saw each other for one day.

“That’s okay, Nancy. You can go,” you told the young staff nurse. When you said that, she appeared relieved for you did not blame her for any wrong doings. She exited the room excitedly, did not want to get involved with anything with you two.

Then, you turned to the Winchester. “You got a job here?” you asked, still did not know what his real job is. You did not actually care, though, because you know everybody has their own private life.

Dean smiled at you. He did not actually remember if he ever told you about his job, but he thought not because you did not say ‘hunt’. “Yeap. And you still work here, huh? What’s your name?”

“(y/n),” you answered his question. You were not a little bit offended when he asked you your name, because the last time you guys met, Dean was not as flirty as he is with other girls.

“Right. So, uh, am I good to go?” Despite the bruises and wounds on his face, he looked cleaner and a little yellow because of the iodine the last nurse patched him.

You chuckled at him as you shook your head for his childish behaviour. Dean looked at you in confusion thought he still had a smile on him. “Yes, you can go now,” you answered his question. “Your bill is probably up by now.”

“Oh, good.” Dean stood up. He took his jacket awkwardly and slowly with the good shoulder. You gave him an excess to walk out of the room.

The next three days were pretty simple happened in your life. It means, you woke up in the morning, having breakfast, and then go to work. Or if you have a night shift, you’d be tidying up your house in the morning or do some grocery shopping. You are living alone in the house, so you do not need much kitchen stuffs because you usually dine at a restaurant somewhere when you’re so tired.

During these three days, you kept on bumping into Dean Winchester. It was weird for the both of you. At some random time, you’d be seeing him at the grocery store. Some other random time, you’d be seeing at a burger stall. And then, you saw him with Sam at a police station. And now, you’re seeing Sam Dean with another woman at your neighbourhood. This time, you were really curious because the woman was your friend.

“Annie?” you called the woman. Three of them were bundled up at the porch of her house. Annie sat in between the men. She looked scared.

Three of them looked up to see you, and Annie quickly, practically, threw herself at you and hugging you tightly. You did not know what happen, but Annie sobbed on your shoulders for a very long time and all those times, both of you were standing. You tried hard to console her, to keep her calmed down before you began to ask what happened to her.

Finally, when Annie stopped crying, you brought her to sit back down. Dean stood up and gave his seat to you. As he leaned against the wooden pillar, with his arms and legs crossed like he was having a photoshoot session, he watched at you asked Annie.

“What’s wrong, Ann?”

“My boyfriend,” she croaked. “He- he’s dead.”

“What?” You looked up to the brothers as if asking for their confirmation. “How? Did someone kill him? Road accident or something?”

“Something,” Dean answered for Annie for she looked like she did not know what to answer to Dean.

“I’m sorry?”

“Something killed him.” Dean sighed and relaxed himself. From crossing his arms on his chest, he shifted to shoving his hands into his jeans.

“What do you mean ‘something’?” You glanced in between Sam and Dean, hungry for explanation. You cannot see your friend lives a miserable life. Not knowing what killed your boyfriend really hurt like hell.

“We think there is a ghost haunting Annie’s house,” Sam answered for the three of them.

“And we think the ghost wants Annie.”

You recoiled, half-heartedly laughed at Dean’s not-so-really a joke. “A ghost wants Ann?”

As you waited for their answer, you saw how Dean and Sam looked so hard on you. The brothers were sharing glances that told you there was something that you yet don’t know about them. Sam looked reluctant to open his mouth, meanwhile Dean was battling either to tell you or not. Whatever it is, it makes you wonder about Dean’s job now because nobody ever talked seriously about a ghost except them.

No longer after that, after watching Dean a few more minutes, Sam finally said, “Hey, Annie, let’s get you inside. Have some hot chocolate or something. It will help.” Without protesting, Annie nodded her head in agreement, and Sam and Annie left, leaving you and Dean alone.

You were confused as to why would Sam does that? You are wondering, and questioning about Dean’s job and his life cycle, but why would Sam leaves you two alone like, in private? You did not know how the brothers work on their secret code, but you knew there must be something that is happening between you and Dean because you have two older brothers that are really closed, and they act like that.

“Dean?” you called for his attention once you heard the door clicked. “There’s something you want to tell me?”

“Sam and I, we’re, uh,” Dean began as he took a seat beside you. “We’re hunters.”

“Like what? Hunting deers? Bears?”

“No!” Dean actually laughed for how stupid you sounded when you thought he and his brothers are hunting animals. Though he cannot blame you for that. It’s just that, the way you said it was funny to him. “We’re not that type of hunters.”

“Then, how?”

“Supernatural,” Dean opened up to you. “We hunt demons, ghost, werewolves.”

“Werewolves?” You chuckled. “There are no werewolves. There is no such thing as demons and ghost or whatever that is.”

“Well, trust me, there are,” Dean said with a smirk on his face. Usually, he’d be having a rough conversation with a person who needed to be saved. Meanwhile, here, it felt odd for explaining his jo to someone who is as calm as you, and in a very calming situation. And Dean felt weird for having this soothing conversation.

“Oh. I guess I should the Bible more, then.”

Dean did not comment anything on that because he knew he had no rights to. And he knew who he is. You are someone who has a good job with legal payment, meanwhile him? He and Sam are close to as a hobo. They don’t have a long-term home. They don’t have money. They don’t have a life. Dean knows you are someone to be respected.

You and Dean do not have any conversation later on. Dean seemed very awkward. He wanted to talk to you more, but you looked busy. You were on your phone, checking text messages and voicemails and emails. Although you could do that at home, but you had to now because you are needed at the hospital.

“I have to go,” you said while your eyes are still on the phone as you stood. Dean followed.

“Wait, where are you going?” You did not see it, but he looked sad.

“The hospital. They need me.”

Dean took time to accept that, and by the time he did, he nodded his head slowly, looking everywhere but you.

“See you later.” You turned to get to your car, but what Dean said next stops you.

“I don’t think there’ll be any ‘see you later’,” he said with a nervous smile. Well, it took every energy in him to say that. He was so afraid of the thought that you might laugh at him for indirectly asking you out.

“Oh.” Your face changed. To be honest, you didn’t want to see him go. You’re used to seeing him everywhere now. “Alright, then. I guess this is a goodbye?”

Dean couldn’t hide his expression that he looked very disappointed when you say that because he thought you’d be asking ‘why’ or ‘please, don’t leave.’ But, oh, well, the truth always hurt.

“Yeah, I guess.”

You both smiled at each other. Dean still looked sad and disappointed, though he tried to mask it with his sweet smile. It hurt you to see him like that. A brave and strong man could show his affection towards a nurse like you. For you, you’re just a nurse and you don’t deserve a guy like him. You know he needs attention by looking roughly at his personality, but your job is inconsistent. You cannot be asking him if he’s okay 24/7. You’re a chief nurse. You have a lot of work to do.

That is mainly the reason why you refused to approach him the second time you met him at the hospital because you cannot give what he needs, and that is a love from a woman. Even though after seeing him too many times, you cannot be too close with him. In fact, if it wasn’t because of Annie, you won’t be talking to him today.

You descended the short stairs at Annie’s porch, hugging yourself while thinking if you made the right decision. Someone who looks like Dean is easy to find, but someone like him doesn’t. And to find someone who wants you for who you are is not easy either. But you’d rather be single until you die than being with someone who wants your money.

Dean’s eyes didn’t blink at all as he watched you walked to your car. Until one moment when you stopped in the middle, like you’re making a life choice to either choose right or left. Dean stared at you as you turned around to him.

“Will you do me a favour?” you started, still hugging yourself. Your hair falls on your shoulders just like how Dean likes it to be.

Dean did not answer, but you did not care. You continued.

“Give me a call when the case with Ann is done.”

With that, Dean smiled widely. “And your number might be?”

“Ask Ann. She knows.”

And then, you left.

#short but enough #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #supernatural #reader #fanfiction

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