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rdr rpc rising ; some1 better make a hosea 🙏🤠
#honestly cant wait to write w/ u all it’s a blessin#but give this man his voice of Reason pls.#also joSIAH#MOrE RDR LADIES#lit any of the characther/oc we hoard them all < 3
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Some doodles of my RDO OC Kash Holladay’s horses! Gully, Bella-Blue, and Amigo!
#Art#My Art#Sketches#RDO#RDR2#it's been how many years and I'm still obsessed with RDR#but I've really been fleshing out Kash lately while I ride around casually in RDO#anyways lookit the honse#Gully is a gray turkoman and she is a goof silly high spirited lady#Bella-Blue is an old soul sooty dutch warmblood gorl who loves naps in the sun#and then we have Amigo who is an old boy and was a parting gift / promise to Kash#from a friend before he died during their bounty hunting days#he's loyal and hardened and seldom spooks ay anything#he's a blanket appy 🥺#anyways my ask box is open if anyone wants to ya know#learn more about Kash or Griffon or any of their horses / their storryyyy 👀
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𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐑!ㅤpart one.
꒰ † ੭ㅤNSFW 18+ㅤ(MDNI)... in a series of successful heists, the infamous cat burglar is finally caught and is left with the mercy of his victims to decide his fate.ㅤノㅤnot proofread.
ᡴꪫ TODAY'S SPECIAL!ㅤdiluc, zhongli, heizou, (here, part one) alhaitham, dottore, and wriothesley (part two)!
WOULD YOU LIKE SPRINKLES? (っω=`)ㅤm!rdr, degradation, tummy bulge, biting, breeding, impact play, petnames, hair-pulling, public sex, and more.
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THE DARK NIGHT HERO'S NEW QUOTA...
featuring impact play, hair pulling, exhibitionism, (semi) public sex, and diluc.
killing slimes and dealing with drunkards both day and night quickly became a boring routine for diluc. but he finds such creatures easier to deal with more than a certian eye-patch wearing man.
so when he hears of the burglar who causes trouble nation after nation, finally arrived in mondstadt, diluc can't deny his curiosity.
the name he made for himself was quite odd, never actually thinking a cat burglar would come to life. but life has its ways. and in the nature of life, it's only normal to take hold of this situation. diluc deserves a break anyway.
and now here he is; thrusting relentlessy into the warm heat of the damned 'cat burglar' who attempted to rob him. wanton whines of different octaves escaped your drooling lips, and claws extracted to find purchase on the cobble walls of diluc's manor.
"dumb boy, who were you trying to fool?" your sensitive ears twitched when diluc spoke so close—even more when he grazed his teeth light as a feather against them. "n- no one!" you whined, wiggling your hips.
a tip too tempting to ignore was given to you a while back, claiming that the house ragnvindr had riches to spare for little ol' you. too bad that mister diluc had a tip himself, though much more eye catching and valueable. as half of the mondstadt ladies would fume with jealousy, wishing it was them being split apart by diluc's cock. and not some nimble cat eared boy.
your eyes welled with tears when a stern hand yanked on the hair from your scalp, eliciting a humiliating moan.
god, everything about him is so... big!
from diluc's reputation, wealth, to his physical attributes, diluc as a whole was domineering.
cheeks flushed an embarassing red when your eyes met his, and your tail swished out of your control. "pl- please... 'm close!" such desperate pleads fell on deaf ears, as diluc had no intention to listen to your words.
he counted mentally, giving you time to shut up. and when you didn't stop your dumb begging?
"ahn!~" your eyes widened when a harsh smack landed on your ass, causing your whole body to jolt forward. diluc took ahold of your temporary weakness, and forced your chest to meet the cold stone wall.
with your hard nipples and swollen cock rubbing on such an odd texture, the pleasure of it all caused you to near an orgasm. "you moan so sweetly," diluc grunted, planting his hands on your hips roughly.
"it could compete with the grapes in this yard."
oh yes. was it too embarassing to mention that you never managed to sneak in his manor at all? what was a stupid kitty like you doing anyway, wearing a suspicious cloak and prowling about diluc's courtyard.
he seized you then and there.
it's too bad a 'skilled' burglar like you was caught before your plan was in action.
"but unless you want to get caught, i suggest you tone it down." your eyes fogged with lust as diluc shoved his fingers down your throat, coating them with your saliva.
then you came. harshly. your cum splat against the wall, and rubbed against your skin as diluc went faster. course, your little cock was still between your body and the stone, forcing you to take the pleasure that hurt.
diluc soon followed, covering your insides with a creamy white, one that you wanted inside you forever.
one thing you knew now; no money in diluc's manor would ever compare to the treasure below his belt.
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RE-AWAKENING OF THE GEO ARCHON...
featuring biting, breeding, double penetration, frottage(?), and zhongli (but morax).
it was no secret that the geo archon was the scariest of all. but with his charming looks, you somehow thought a similar personality would follow.
oh how wrong you were.
"please morax, have mercy on me!" you landed on your knees, body quivering as you felt morax's cold stare upon you.
he tsked, shaking his head. "weak mortals like you shouldn't be making the decision here." morax cooed at you with pity, running his rough palms over the top of your head.
an accident it was, really. for you to stumble upon his abode—and bask your greedy eyes to the glory of his shining hoarde. a large pile of gold and other trinkets was enough for you to trudge forward and grab an armful of wealth.
with your mind focused on the heavy riches you were carrying, your feline ears couldn't hear the heavy footsteps of this hoard's owner.
you were one of the unlucky few, as this den was ruled by the geo archon himself. morax.
"are you defective? surely these little ears of yours are much more sensitive than that of a humans." he mused, eyeing your trembling body.
an uncontrolled whimper broke your silence. morax was scary, definitely! but he was far too mean for your liking. but you had no choice other than to pray that he would forgive you.
"well," he started. anticipation built every second, and you were hung on his every word. "there is one way you could repent."
and here you were; laid limp in his arms. boneless as you eyed his large dicks, both erect and leaking. rubbing against your hole. you attempted to look away, but morax quickly took ahold of your jaw. "don't look away, this is your own doing, boy."
morax nipped on your ear, making you yelp. "oh don't whine, that was nothing compared to this."
in a split second, one had slid in entirely, leaving not a single inch uncovered. he was buried to the hilt. and you were full. morax wasted no time and quickly began to find rhythm, while you haven't even adjusted to his size.
"a-ah! wait please!-" it was an odd yet pleasing sensation, morax's cock rubbed against places you've never touched before, making you see celestia. "m-moraaaaaaax!~"
uncontrollable tears dripped down your red cheeks when his other dick was forced against yours. he wrapped his hand against both, and began moving it up and down. squeezing your heats within his palm.
the size difference between you two made him laugh; saying something about 'it barely counted as a cock, and how it resembles a pathetic pussy instead.'
your hips twitched, mind reeling. mouth wide open yet no sound escaped when you felt air breeze on your leaking tip once again, as well as the similar pressure against your hole.
morax bit your shoulder, and at the same time he sunk you down on both of his cocks. "i knew it, a boy like you was made for this."
he plowed upwards and his hands brought you downwards, kissing your prostate in a harsh and quick manner, like he wanted you to orgasm quickly. "gh!- gonna... gonna cum!"
eyes squeezed shut and toes curled, cum spurted out and landed on your face. but morax didn't stop. not until he fucked you full.
"you're gonna be a pretty kitty knocked up," he said, taking an arm beneath your knees and forcing them to your ears. "pregnant with my eggs."
"i'll breed you again and again," morax grunted, in a final thrust his cum quickly flooded your insides. "until you learn not to steal."
it's a shame you can't get pregnant. but no worries, morax will make you feel like you could!
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A DETECTIVE'S LUCKY LEAD...
featuring orgasm denial/ruined orgasm, dry humping, face fucking, and heizou.
you were a bit too confident in your abilities. it's not your fault! all of your previous heists were succesful, but it did make you believe you were untouchable.
so you didn't think twice sending a hint of your location to inazumas detective. not like he was gonna find you anyway.
that's what you believed.
and how wrong you were.
"what? didn't think i'd believe your little trick? with a slimy cat like you as my target, i have to take every given opportunity." heizou sighed, as if he was disappointed in you.
currently, he had you pinned with your back to the wall of some random abandoned building.
"you really had me stressed, you know? what do you have to say for yourself, kitty?" he looked into your eyes, smirking when you couldn't answer.
you were ashamed. even more so when shikanonin had begun to grind against you, your clothed cocks twitching with pleasure from the friction. "mmngh..." your eyes averted to the ground.
heizou grabbed you by the thighs, bringing you up. in a quick reaction, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist. this allowed him to grind i to you harsher, hips moving in a tandem. "i can feel a wet patch down there, what a slut you are. i bet you dreamed of getting caught!"
"no! i-i didn't!" you shook your head violently, tearing up from both his mean words and thrusting. to prevent any moans to leak out—you bit your lip.
with every second that passed by, your erection quickly fought against the tightness of your pants. "aww, you're hard?" heizou cooed, flicking the tip of your cock.
"ahn!~" you flinched when he continued his assault on your dick, non-stop flicking and slapping, causing your back to arch from the wall. "he-heizoou! nooo!" mindless babbles with tears in your eyes from the painful pleasure, a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine.
but as quick as that feeling came, it quickly went as well. you were left heaving from the ruined orgasm, tail curling around heizou's arm.
"stop whining, naughty cat burglars like you don't deserve to cum." you heard the sound of a zipper being undone, as well as fabric falling to the floor. "but if you're really thaaat desperate,"
he paused.
the detective grabbed the top of your head, and forced your face against his bulge. "then suck, like a good kitty."
with a determined fevor— you suckled on the delicious bulge through his boxers. soon taking his hung cock out, and wasting no time taking it into your mouth.
you slurped, and hollowed out your cheeks, using your tongue to trace every vein down heizou's impressive shaft. but he was too big. you had barely taken in half of it! and that wouldn't do.
"you really are useless, aren't you?" heizou sighed and took matters into his own hands (literally.) he grabbed the back of your head, and pushed his hips forward. making you swallow the whole thing.
"mngh!" the both of you grunted, heizou sighed out in pleasure, feeling his cock head reach the back of your throat.
the waterworks flooded when he began to thrust in and out. you felt the heaviness of his dick on your tongue everytime he moved, and archons was it amazing. hearing heizou moan and even whimper because of your mouth sent butterflies to your stomach, and you wanted more.
so despite the trouble you had breathing, you pushed on to bring the detective to his orgasm.
work hard to get the delicious, savory, creamy, and rich milk from heizou! it'll cure your sore throat right away.
vanillaclaws 2024.ㅤdo not repost.
#diluc smut#diluc x male reader#zhongli smut#zhongli x male reader#heizou smut#heizou x male reader#bottom male reader#male reader#x male reader#sub male reader#uke male reader#sub reader#bottom reader#male reader smut#っω=`)ㅤ⎯⎯ㅤmy works...#( ୨୧ )ㅤcat burglar!
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The Conqueror (XXI)
Synopsis: He had conquered everything, anything but your heart.
Pairings: Yandere!King Jungkook x Commoner!servant Reader.
warnings. yándèrè thèmès, därk trïggèrïng thèmès, jüngkôôk ïs crâzy, öbsëssïön, mêntïöns öf kïllïng, yn ïs gèttïng ströngèr, a BÏG STÖRM ÏS CÖMÏNG.
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You couldn’t sleep last night. But it’s not like you have been able to sleep peacefully without nightmares haunting you or the thought of Jungkook- the monster taking over your mind every time you try to sleep.
But this time it wasn’t just his thoughts, but rather his words- what was he talking about when he said that he was going to tell you the truth about your father, and you’d start to would hate him?
You have nothing to do here, all you have to do is sit around, and… dread the thought of him coming back to you. This chamber is so large but all you feel is suffocated.
The golden chandeliers, the silk bed sheet and the sherbet right next to your bed, it all feels too much- you’re in a golden cage.
And you cannot escape.
Yeah, all you can do is sit around, but you’re not willing to do that anymore. If you cannot escape, you just might as well try to walk around this palace, so maybe you’ll feel a sense of control over your own life.
You decide to get up from your bed you take a few steps you look at yourself in the mirror that’s standing, right in front of you, you look so different in these royal clothes, but.. you don’t feel good about yourself.
What did he even see in you? Sure you’re attractive, but there are a lot of more attractive women than you, especially his consorts.
You are nothing when it comes to them- they are the most gorgeous women in Goryeo.
You would feel insecure, but you don’t care- you want him to leave you so you can escape and leave your life freely but in the few days you have realized one thing: that’s just not possible anymore.
This king will never leave you.
You sigh, crying anymore will do you no good, last night, you even came to a conclusion that you have to face your destiny now.
And fearlessly.
As you open your chamber’s door and walk outside you hear commotion. The guards guarding your chamber immediately hear your footsteps, and they bow their head to you and respect.
You visibly cringe.
You lower your head in embarrassment and just make your way through the golden wing. You keep walking the noises become clearer.
“The Kings wedding is in a week. Can you believe this? I thought he would never marry- at least not someone like her.” a court lady is talking to her fellow and you cannot help but listen..
What wedding? And in Less than a week?
Your heartbeat rises because you know they’re talking about you, especially when they mention someone like her with a scoff, and the hint of jealousy, and disgust in their voices, of course you can see their faces.
“yes I cannot believe that it’s not one of the consorts-especially considering their background.. I don’t know what the king is doing, but it’s a foolish move.”
You Cannot help but feel a little insulted at their remarks, you clear your throat and as soon as the maids notice you, you can feel the color from their face drain. All staff stand in alert as you make your presence known.
But you’re not even a queen yet, so why are they behaving like this?
“M-My lady- I’m so sorry… what are you doing here? Do you need anything?” One of them stutters out while the other one is avoiding eye contact with you.
you want to roll your eyes because you’re done with everyone walking all over you like you won’t do anything and now you’ve decided that you’ll fight back against everyone that will disrespect you.
Including Jungkook.
It’s not your fault that he chose you. “what were you guys talking about? What wedding?” The real question is what the fuck they’re talking about.
They gasp, and one of them finally gathers the courage to look into your eyes.
“Y-Your wedding with the- Baby, they’re talking about our wedding.”
Goosebumps.
You tilt your head to look behind you, and you see him standing. With a smirk on his face, but he looks visibly livid. You’re not surprised because he always looks so crazy.
But what the fuck is he doing here? He must be walking here to bother you once again, but this time you’re here.
“Y-Your Majesty!!” The whole staff present cower. Soon you see them all bow again, but this time all of their heads hang low.
Jungkook is right here- speak of the devil, and he shall appear-or more likely? think of the devil, and he shall appear.
Delusional. He’s delusional if he thinks that you’re going to marry him.
“what wedding?” At this point you sound like a broken record, but he doesn’t mind that, instead, he chooses to focus his attention on the two court ladies that you were talking to just now.
“what were you saying about yn just now? I would like to hear it from your own mouth or I cut off your tongue right here.”
Your eyes widen when he threatens to cut off their tongue with a huge smile on his face. He heard the whole conversation like you.
They both start to shake, you can even smell their fear from here, what the fuck is he doing? All he does is traumatize people. “W-What- no- DO NOT INTERRUPT ME YN.” His voice booms as he cuts you off.
You can hear a few whimpers, people are scared.
You want to roll your eyes but it won’t really bring a difference and he always does what he wants
Jungkook is still glaring at the two, “COME ON NOW, SPEAK UP!” he commands, and his author voice, you go silent, because how could he scream at you like this?
He cannot be serious about cutting their tongue.
He’s got his hands folded behind his back and he’s standing tall, all intimidating. His dark curly hair makes him more intimidating. His figure is definitely huge.
He’s quite literally a beast.
“Y-Your majesty pl-please forgive us. It was an honest mistake.. we are so sorry please- please forgive us!” You watch them as they fall to their knees and bow to Jungkook- their shaking bodies make you pity them.
No one should ever have to beg for their life like this. no matter what they have done and even though they have insulted, you definitely felt stringed but you still don’t want them to die.
The fear in their voice will haunt you forever- they are about to die because of you. You have to stop this.
So you decide to swallow your pride, before he can say anything or take out his sword, you can see his hand reaching for it.
Come yn speak up!
“J-Jungkook.” You call out his name, oh, your heart is going to burst for sure, all of this is so overwhelming and intense but you have to keep your composure if you want to save their life.
You’ve never called him by his name.
And he knows that because the way he looks at you immediately has you a little creeped out, he looks starstruck, “J-Jungkook please don’t punish them..”
Your tongue feels bitter as you say his name. “please.” You say once again. It’s so hard for you beg to him but if you have to save someone’s life, you will do it.
“J-Jungkook.”
Did you just call out his name? Oh, he must be hallucinating. Because you would never call out his name like that so softly. You haven’t even said his name.
And even if you have, he doesn’t remember.
“J-Jungkook please don’t punish them..”
It’s like you can hear his thoughts because you decide to call out his name once again, and all of his anger melts down, he looks at you in surprise.
Fuck.
He feels his knees, go weak as you call out his name- he’s been dying to hear you say it. His hand from his sword attached to his pants loosens.
You’re so kind- they and they deserve to die but here you are begging for their life, even though he doesn’t agree with you, but since you asked so nicely, who is he to deny you?
“Oh baby…” he coos, walking towards you, He cannot focus on anyone right now because you just called out his name so kindly for the first time.
He wants to hear you say it again
He can move the mountains for you. “Yn- YOUR MAJESTY I’M SO SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING YOU LIKE THIS, BUT THERE’S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW.”
Oh he’s really going to kill someone now, jungkook scoffs as he halts his steps. “what the fuck is wrong with you? How dare you interrupt me?”
Jungkook looks at the guard instead now, glaring him and if looks could kill he’d be six feet under now. “BARK!” He screams.
“T-There’s an intruder in the Palace! H-He’s asking for the Chief Consort… He is calling her name out like a crazy man.”
What the fuck, he feels his eye twitch and Jungkooks jaw clenches with anger, All of the people are confused and you gasp.
Someone is definitely going to die tonight, Jungkooks sure because he knows for a fact that he is here for you, even though he has no idea about this man.
Without uttering a word, Jungkook storms off.
This man has just come to his own death.
#bts smut#jungkook smut#yandere bts#jungkook x reader#yandere jungkook#yandere jjk#jjk smut#jungkook ff#jungkook fanfic#jjk angst#jjk fic#jjk x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook fanfiction#jungkook imagines#jjk imagines#jungkook x y/n#smut#bts x reader#yandere x reader#yandere au
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"Cause I <3 you, you’re the one that I adore :)"
Formula 1 masterlist
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: Assistant!reader x rdr!seb. Based on this request. Set during the 2012 season.
A/N: I know a few people wanted me to write this trope so here it is :) Also this fic is loosely inspired by BBM baby by Lana Del Rey.
“Yea, I still don’t understand why I need an assistant” Well this sentence certainly didn’t calm your anxiety as you were sitting on a chair, staring at the door. You were supposed to meet your boss, well not really a boss but a person you were supposed to help. He wasn’t just a random person, he was Sebastian Vettel, two-time world champion in Formula 1. You were a fan of this sport so when an opportunity for you to work in that field appeared, you took it without thinking twice. Maybe you weren’t one of the most important employees on the paddock nonetheless you still got to travel the world and be a part of every race week. “Sebastian, you were late for the last three meetings. I can’t be looking after you all the time.” a female voice said. You recognized it - it was Sebastian’s press officer. She was a lovely lady. You got to meet her because she was the one recruiting you. “So you are really getting me a babysitter?” huffed the driver. The door in front of you opened causing you to jump from your seat and put on a smile. “Hi! Nice to see you again! Come on in!” said the lady. As you walked in a tall, blonde boy sat up and introduced himself “Sebastian Vettel. You can call me Seb. Nice to meet you.” The eye contact made your cheeks heat up a little “Y/N Y/L/N, pleasure working with you”. As you sat down you heard Sebastian whisper a quiet “It sure is” under his nose.
You came up with the idea of a maximum of 10-minute long meetings after breakfast during the race weekend. They were meant for you to give Seb a quick overview for the day - what is he doing at what time. You were sitting at the hotel’s restaurant, waiting for him to show up, you didn’t expect him to show up on time but he barely managed to. “Hi, sorry. I hope you didn’t wait long” he said as he sat opposite to you. “Good morning, I’m fine, you are on time actually” you greeted him with a smile, chuckling at his messy bed hair. “So today you are supposed to first meet your physiotherapist and then” you were interrupted by sniffling. Probably a morning runny nose. You grabbed your small purse and handed a tissue to the man. “Thank you” he said, surprised that you noticed. “So then you have a first practice session at 1PM and..” - you quickly went over what was planned for the day “Alright, any questions? If you really want to move some meetings then let me know and I will try to figure out something. I’m leaving this paper for you to know what’s going on and I think that’s it.” you handed him a post-it note with everything neatly written. Cute writing he thought as he looked at it "There's also my number if you need something and I happen not to be around”. Oh yea, he was definitely gonna use this one.
After a few races, you started developing a more casual relationship - it could even be called a friendship. The chemistry never left working hours. You didn’t understand why but it bothered you. Well, you noticed some signals - butterflies in your stomach appearing when you two held eye contact for more than a second, your heart skipping a beat when you accidentally touch or the heat rising to your cheeks every time he calls you by your nickname. You were a walking symptom of having a crush and yet you denied it. “I’m working for him, of course, we have to be nice to each other! He’s like that to every female reporter, a cheeky little bastard.” or “It’s his job to treat me nice.” you used to tell your friend on a phone, whispering as if Sebastian was to hear you. Little did you know, he has in fact changed his behavior towards women once you appeared in his life, he started being less flirty and reckless but not in terms of you. He would never tell you to do anything for him because it felt weird to him. At first, you were looking after him like he was a child - checking in if he was hungry or if he needed water. He never complained about being looked after because he found it comforting. He felt like you were truly caring for him, a feeling that he hadn’t felt in years due to his lifestyle.
You would never call him unless he was late. Sebastian was in his hotel room, sprawled out on the bed, head with messy blonde hair buried in pillows. His peaceful sleep was interrupted by the sound of his ringtone. “Huh?” his eyes still closed “Seb, you were supposed to text me when you wake up so you won’t be late again. Please tell me you got up” your voice was a sound he wished to wake up for the rest of his life “Mrrh Dreaming? An angel called me?” he said half awake completely ignoring your tone “Great, amazing even. Vettel, wake up. I’m gonna come to your room in 10 minutes and please cooperate”. Even though you were the same age you sometimes felt like you were babysitting him. Sebastian obeyed you and got dressed. He liked to annoy you a bit but he would be cautious not to cause you too much trouble. You knocked on his door not expecting him to be ready. To your surprise, you were greeted by a fully dressed Sebastian holding his toothbrush. He gestured to you to come in. You have never been to his hotel room so it a bit personal. You stood in the middle of the room not knowing what to do. Your eyes wandered around the room which looked more neat than you expected - no clothes laying around and only his phone and a half-empty water bottle on his nightstand but the bed looked like a mess and you couldn’t judge him, after all he did wake up less than ten minutes before. The bathroom door was opened so you were able to observe him brushing his teeth. It was a thing he did everyday (even more than once!) yet it felt almost intimate. “Okay, let’s go” he said with a big smile once he finished and held the door for you. You were heading for a team meeting that you were also a part of. Your role there was to take notes that were handed to the driver later. Sebastian couldn’t take his eyes off you, sitting next to him as you wrote something important that he didn’t even hear. He loved to watch you in this state where you were so focused you barely paid attention to anything else. He loved the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear or play with a pen anytime there was something not worth writing down discussed. When the meeting was over you handed him the paper, he didn’t even look at it but the thing that caught his attention was your dress. It wasn’t revealing or stereotypically sexy - little flowers on a navy background, short sleeves and knee length just suited your personality in his mind. “Nice dress” he said, catching you off guard as you were saying your goodbyes. This weekend Sebastian finished P1 getting closer and closer to his next world champion title.
Next weekend was the last weekend before the summer break. Even though you had lost your hope in terms of your emotions towards Sebastian there was a little part of you that still wished that he would make some kind of a move. It was Saturday night, you had already showered and got yourself ready to bed. You heard a notification and looked at the screen of your phone. “I’m outside your door. Wanna talk to you. XOXO, Seb :)”. He himself didn’t know why he ended the text like that. He was just nervous and high on adrenaline. The message was followed by three gentle knocks on your door. You let Sebastian in and before you could say anything he grabbed your hands and said “I, I I think I love you. For the past few months you had been my sunshine. You make me happier. I adore everything about you, every single little detail. Please make me an even happier man and let me take you out for dinner. And wear that dress you wore last week."
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Hey I saw you were writing for rdr:) would you be comfy writing Javier x male reader? Maybe a confession or something like that? Ty:)
Drunk Confessions
Javier Escuella x Masc!Reader
warning(s): drunk reader, overall fluff
Javier and (Y/n) were close. They had met back when Javier first joined the gang, (Y/n) having joined a year prior. They got along almost immediately, usually one being found with the other.
The pair were now practically inseparable, but (Y/n) had a secret. He had fallen in love with Javier, and it was more than just a tiny crush. He had fallen head over heels in love with the man, and it broke his heart. There was no way Javier felt the same way, and it was the 1800s, if he confessed his feelings to Javier, he could very well be killed. So for years, (Y/n) kept his secret, even if it pained him to not tell Javier.
Until one day, (Y/n) spilled his secret.
Javier and (Y/n) had gone out together to scout out a potential homestead to rob, deciding to wait until the owner left in the morning. They had set up camp nearby, and (Y/n) had forgotten his tent. Javier suggested they just share a tent, so that’s how (Y/n) ended up in Javier’s tent, sitting on one side while Javier sat across from him.
The two men shared some whiskey, laughing and exchanging stories as the night wore on. Eventually, (Y/n) had become decently drunk, turning to Javier with a goofy grin.
“You know, you’re really handsome, Javier. It’s no wonder all the ladies fall for ya. That includes me, there’s no escaping the Escuella charm.” (Y/n) stated, laughing before he became quiet, noticing Javier pause in taking a swig of the whiskey.
“(Y/n)..do you like me?” Javier asked, making (Y/n) smile again.
“Of course I like you, Javier! How could I not?” (Y/n) asked, almost flabbergasted.
“No, I mean, do you like me? Like, are you in love with me?” Javier asked, sitting up as he waited for (Y/n)’s answer.
(Y/n) seemed to pause, thinking to himself before he nodded, raising his whiskey.
“Yep, I am in love with Javier Escuella.” (Y/n) stated casually, smiling as Javier froze slightly, earning a nudge from (Y/n), who seemed a bit restless.
“Well, I feel the same way, (Y/n).” Javier confessed, a slight blush spreading across his face as he admitted his feelings. (Y/n)’s smile grew, and without thinking, placed a kiss onto Javier’s lips.
Javier paused, melting into the kiss before (Y/n) pulled away, a loving grin on his face. Javier smiled, brushing some hair out of (Y/n)’s face before he let out a yawn, realizing it was about time they went to bed.
“Alright (Y/n)..let’s turn in for the night.” Javier stated, earning a nod from (Y/n) before they both laid down, (Y/n) cuddling into Javier as he dimmed the lantern, watching the light shrink until it disappeared, the tent now dark. Javier rubbed (Y/n)’s back, reassuring him that he’d still be there in the morning, smiling softly to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
~fin~
author’s note: while it would be scary, Javier would feel the same way, he loves his darling (Y/n) so much!! happy pride month everyone!! <33
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That Fool Marston
So exciting to finally post this after I've been sitting on it for so long! This is my piece for the RDR Minibang and I've been working with @sentanixiv (otherwise known as Kichi) who will be posting the artwork later! Hope you all enjoy!
Warnings: Consumption of alcohol
Summary: John finally reads Arthur’s journal, only to find out that the man wanted to marry Abigail. John struggles with feelings of jealousy and inadequacy, even though Arthur is long since dead and gone. It might take some stern words from Abigail for him to see sense.
John’s initial reaction was to shut Arthur’s journal with a sharp snap. He drew in a shaky breath and tried to calm the furious beating of his heart. His stomach was twisted into knots. It felt like someone had punched him low in his gut. John cautiously opened the journal once more until the faded words were facing him. The discomfort and pain were inescapable and he forced himself to read what Arthur had said about his wife: ‘Took young Jack out fishing as a favour to Abigail. Many years ago, before she fell so hard for that fool Marston, perhaps I should’ve married her. I think part of me has always thought that…’
His hands shook fiercely as he held the journal. He had been endeavouring to read it all from start to… Hot quick anger burned in his chest and he contemptuously threw the journal against the wall of the barn. It landed with a heavy thud on a pile of hay and lay there in a spot illuminated by the pale sunlight glimmering in through the windows, the dust of the barn settling on the brown leather. Rachel put her head over the stall door he was standing next to and knickered reproachfully.
‘What?’ he snapped churlishly. Rachel lifted her head haughtily and tossed her mane, as though telling him in not so many words he was a fool and acting like one. His gut twisted again and he felt his cheeks flush with warmth. He shuffled over to the journal and picked it up, rubbing his sleeve over the journal to clean it and dusting off any dirt or hay.
He couldn’t help it though, like small worms burrowing into a dead man’s skull, his doubts and fears slithered back into his mind. He had missed so much and could he really blame her if she found comfort with another man while he was gone? Had Arthur just thought about marrying Abigail or had he talked to her about it? Had she laughed and dismissed the idea or did she seriously consider it? Had Abigail and Arthur talked through the night about how useless he was? Had Abigail snuck into his bed on cold nights and…?
His mind turned away from the thought. He couldn’t stomach it. It made him feel sick. His hand curled into a fist and he slammed it against the wall of the barn. This was absurd. She was his wife, they were married and there was no going back now. He was jealous of a dead man. No matter what happened or had happened, Abigail was his and he was hers. She had smiled when he asked her to marry him. Her smile was like the sun breaking over the horizon, turning fields and forest to gold. He'd almost been struck dumb when he’d seen it while they were on the boat, the waves lapping at the little yacht’s peeling paint and rough oars. He would live and die for that smile.
But still his doubts lingered, mocking him, cruel voices that whispered, ‘What were you thinking? Of course, she lay with him! Of course, you’re not good enough. Of course, she sought Arthur out and found comfort in him. You saw how all the ladies fawned over him, for all he thought he wasn’t good enough, oh they flocked to him. They weren’t interested in you. What do you have to offer? A scrawny, pathetic runt of a man who proved himself useless and disappointing on so many occasions. They didn’t like you, they didn’t want you, you’d be better off dead to them.’
‘JOHN!’ his wife’s voice echoed across the ranch and he almost dropped the journal. He hastily put it away in his satchel and hurried to the barn door. When he pushed it open, he could see Abigail standing on the porch, she waved at him, gesturing for him to come over.
‘C’mon, dinner’s ready!’
‘I’ll be there in a second!’ he shouted back. He scraped his forefinger against his thumb, a momentary relief as the sharp sting of his nail scratched the flesh.
‘Now John!’ she yelled back and then turned on heel, heading back into the house.
He built that house for her, built this whole goddamn ranch for her, promised not to pick up his gun again and be a good father for Jack. And what was it all for if she hadn’t got what she had really wanted? Arthur had been tall and handsome and loved by both Dutch and Hosea. For all he had said John was the golden boy, it was Arthur who could do no wrong, who brought in money and was kind to the women and helped with chores and took care of Jack and drunk coffee with Abigail in the morning. He still remembered bitterly how they would chat and gossip and giggle. As soon as they realised John was approaching them Arthur’s expression would darken and Abigail would roll her eyes.
‘Piece of shit… I didn’ want ya. Yer ma didn’ want ya. God knows I can’ wait to be rid of yer. Soon as you up and die the better!’ His father’s drunk, slurred words crept into his brain.
‘JOHN!’
He jumped on hearing his wife’s yell and looked up to find her standing on the porch again. ‘Sorry!’ he yelled back and began to walk over.
‘Quit just standin’ there and git inside!’ she shouted.
‘I’m walkin’ ain’t I?’ He almost wanted the argument, wanted to get angry, have a good excuse to accuse Abigail of loving another man, someone he couldn’t even sock in the jaw because he weren’t here anymore! But instead, he morosely walked over to the house, kicking aside dust and pebbles. He ignored Abigail’s usual instruction to remove his boots and took his place at the table. He leaned back in the chair, fiddling with a corner of the checked table cloth.
Abigail raised a brow on seeing him slouched in the chair and gloomily staring at the whorls that made up the table’s wooden grain, rather than passing out the plates. But she said nothing and dished out the stew. Jack cast a nervous glance at him and Uncle tapped his thumb against the table, as though the sound would alleviate any sense of discomfort or unease that was steadily building in the dining room. A plate of stew was pushed in front of John and he glared at the lumps of potato and murky brown gravy.
Abigail coughed and tried to catch John’s eye. ‘Jack’s been teaching me to read. Ain’t that right Jack?’
‘Yes, ma. You’re getting pretty good at it.’
‘Think you’ll write the next great classic novel, Abigail?’ Uncle asked, chuckling softly.
‘Pah, not sure if I’m that good!’
John picked up his spoon and pushed it back and forth amongst the chunks of meat, carrot and mushrooms. He wasn’t hungry. He felt sick. Not for the first time he looked up at Jack and tried to see himself in the boy, though more and more found Arthur staring back at him. The sandy brown hair couldn’t have come from anyone else, that confused expression and strong nose belonged to Arthur.
‘Pa…?’ Jack asked hesitantly, his eyes glancing across to his mother, then back to John.
He couldn’t stand it anymore. Usually, he could dismiss his doubts as easily as they rose in his mind now. They were just petty words and misgivings that folks were all too eager to use to rile him up and bother him with. But seeing those words, black marks on white paper, all but confirmed his fears and doubts. He was just something that Abigail had tied herself to, something that brought a slim sense of safety and a decent enough income, nothing worth loving, nothing worth holding onto. If she had any other chance, she would’ve chosen Arthur.
He tossed down his spoon, splashes of gravy hitting the clean table cloth and white plate, making the others look up at him as he rose to his feet. For all the swiftness of his anger, it suddenly dissipated and he lowered his gaze. His cheeks flushed with colour and he could feel his throat grow thick. He hurried out of the room and made his way down the hallway to his bedroom. He quickly shut and locked the door behind him and tried to ignore the stinging sensation and welling of tears in his eyes.
‘You know who cries? Do you, boy? Babies and women, that’s it! You ain’t a baby and by God, you better not think you can cry like a girl!’
He shut his eyes, pressing his palms against them and sought out that anger. That bitter twisted anger that made him yell at Abigail when he came back, that made him avoid everyone else’s company and kept him sullen and gloomy in camp. Anger was better than babyish tears.
Abigail knocked loudly and harshly against the bedroom door – he didn’t even have to guess who it would be – and yelled out, ‘John, what the hell is the matter? Open this door and come back to dinner.’
Couldn’t he just have five fucking minutes to himself? It seemed that wherever he went someone needed something from him. He could never just be enough for those around him. Dutch, Hosea, Arthur, Abigail, Jack. ‘I need this!’ ‘You need to do that!’ ‘We need this, the camp needs that!’ Expressing his doubts or worries got him more trouble, not more sympathy. He wiped away the tears and found his voice again.
‘I ain’t hungry!’
‘The hell you ain’t! I haven’t spent over an hour making dinner for you to not be hungry!’ Abigail snapped back.
‘I don’ have to eat if I don’ want to!’
The handle rattled in the door. ‘John, open this goddamn door!’
He knew he was behaving like a child. Pathetic tears, temper tantrum, locking a door, he could imagine all too well Arthur mocking him for it. ‘What? She’s goin’ to cook for yer, look after the whole house and yer goin’ to act like a kid! Why don’ you stamp yer foot Marston or flail yer fists against the ground? ‘m sure she’ll be really glad she married ya!’
He wiped away his tears furiously and then slowly opened the door. Abigail’s glare and cold eyes greeted him. He never failed to be put in mind of a panther when he came face to face with Abigail’s temper. He saw her bristle, her hands rested on her hips and she quickly licked her lips, before she sighed heavily and irritably.
‘I don’t want to know, John. I don’t want to know what’s put you in this foul mood. Come back to the table, do the decent thing and eat what I’ve made! You can act like a baby later!’ she snapped, then turned on heel and didn’t even wait to see if he was following.
He hovered in the doorway. He had almost expected and wanted her fury, her angry hot words, her disappointment with him, her frustration. But instead, he was left waiting in the doorway like a half-witted fool. Why did he want her anger? Her contempt? Why did he want a good excuse to get angrier? To lay the accusations at her feet and force her to deny them? Did he want her to deny them or did he want the truth?
He glanced towards the dining room, then over to the backdoor near their bedroom. He just needed a little time away from it all. Away from being a husband, a father, a son, a brother, away from being anything at all. He would ride Rachel into town, take some time to think and cool off, then come back. John quickly pulled open the backdoor, then took off in a run to the barn. He didn’t even bother saddling Rachel up, just used the rope that was hanging over her stable door as some basic reins and then mounted up.
Perhaps his thighs and groin would regret not saddling her up properly soon. But he could not ignore the tantalising sweet tug of freedom pulling him away from the ranch, away from Abigail, away from the damn journal. Rachel must’ve felt his nervous, irritable energy. She skittered one way then another, as he climbed up and kicked her into a canter. She leapt into motion, storming down the dusty path that curved up to the ranch house and John pushed her to jump over the nearby fence, rather than dismounting in order to open and close the gate.
He had ridden her during most of the days work, but she kept up a good pace until Blackwater glimmered into view, the first lights being lit in windows and trails of smoke drifting up from chimneys as other families sat down to supper. Other happy families who were not made up of old outlaws, whores or bastard sons. Families who did not have to pretend at happy, contented lives. Families who were born for this kind of life. Simple folk who went to market, who grew their crops or practiced a trade, who went to church every Sunday. They did not know what it felt like to have the hair on the back of their necks stand on end or feel their heart thrum with excitement on hearing a train’s whistle or watching a heavy bank coach pull into town.
John exhaled slowly, breathing in the cool evening air. Now that folks were at their dinner table or leaning heavily on the bar in the saloon, the dust of the road had settled. The only noises from the town were a lively tune being played on the saloon’s piano and a few doves cooed softly up in the rafters of yet another house that was being built. Rachel dawdled to a slow walk, then stopped by a low trough of water and dipped her head down to drink. John’s stomach growled, now reminding him after his foolish race away from the Marston home that he had not eaten since noon and even then, it had been a light meal of bread and cheese.
He fiddled with Rachel’s mane. Was it best to head for home, admit to shameful defeat and beg Abigail for the cold remnants of his supper? He looked out over at the hills. He could hunt something, a deer perhaps or a rabbit. Build a campfire, cook it, sleep out under the stars as he had done countless times in the past. But his rather foolish flight meant he had no bedroll on his horse and while he had revolver in his belt, it was better to use a rifle when going hunting for deer or rabbit.
A burst of uproarious laughter bubbled up from the saloon and John scratched his nail against the palm of his hand once more before checking in his pockets for what money he had on him. $10. Not exactly a fortune, but enough for a meal, a shot of whiskey and perhaps even a bed if he really felt like it. He dismounted from Rachel and then tied her to one of the railings outside the saloon. He’d made his decision and, hell, he’d actually enjoy himself! Fuck Arthur and fuck Abigail and fuck everything and everyone that had brought him to this lousy town!
‘Fuck Abigail and fuck everyone and fuck everything and fuck this lousy town!’
The bartender looked up at John’s outburst and rolled his eyes. Though evidently was unwilling to engage him in an argument or tell him to leave. The tall, dark-haired man who stood next to him at the bar gave John a smooth smile and quirked a brow. John frowned, taking in the man’s well pressed suit, the deep dark red of his waistcoat and the way his shoes were so polished the gas lamps were reflected in the black leather. He looked up at the man’s face and squinted at him. The man’s face shifted like sand, one moment he looked like a regular banker or shop owner, a nobody and nothing, the next it looked a little like Dutch, the next like John’s own father.
‘Trouble with women, hm?’ the man asked.
John snorted. ‘You wouldn’t know the half of it!’
The man chuckled richly, though John suddenly felt sick by the sound, as though something slimy had crept down his neck and curled around his throat. ‘Oh, I’m sure I do! That wife of yours is a beauty, but…’
‘She’s beautiful. So beautiful… That’s half the problem, I’m an ugly, damn fool and she’s just… there.’ John flung his hand out to the room, though Abigail was nowhere in sight. ‘She’s smart and capable and kept us going and I ain’t.’
‘Oh you’ve done your part John, of that I’m sure.’
‘I ain’t done much good,’ John muttered dully. He furrowed his brow in confusion, he couldn’t remember telling the stranger his name. But he shrugged, it hardly mattered anyway.
‘I’ve never found any man does anything entirely good or bad. The scale tips one way or another, but rarely does it wholly-’
John rested hands on the bar and then placed his forehead on them. The stranger chuckled drolly. ‘Not one for hearing philosophical musings, John Marston?’
John turned his head to look at the strange man. ‘Sorry, it ain’t nothin’ personal, just heard a lot of ‘em when I was running in… well, never mind.’
The strange man lifted his glass and gave him a smile that made John’s skin crawl. Even with his whiskey addled mind, he could see it being worn by a snake, malevolent and quick.
‘To men who keep running, Mr Marston.’ The man tossed the drink back, though the liquid didn’t seem to move from the glass, his lips remained pale and dry.
John uncomfortably turned away and lifted himself up from the bar. He briefly raised his own glass, then swallowed down the amber liquid, not thinking much of the man’s toast. Once done, he focused his drifting attention on the bartender. ‘Bar-keep, ‘nother whiskey, for me and my friend!’
‘Think you’ve had enough, friend.’ The bartender said sourly and John glared at him.
‘It’s my goddamn right to-!’
‘JOHN MAR- JIM MILTON! Where the hell have you been?’ Abigail’s furious yell across the saloon made most of the men in there almost cower in terror, as though their own wives had stormed in. But John leaned heavily against the bar and just smiled. Abigail looked like she might rip his throat out. While a few men in the saloon had jeered at him because his wife had shown up, some of the poker players looked like they may well have pissed themselves.
‘I’ve been right here, drinking, thinking and… something else ‘ing.’
Abigail stormed across the room and grabbed hold of his arm. While he was stronger than he looked, the whiskey sloshed in his stomach and made the room spin, and he was being pulled halfway across the room before he even had time to say anything.
John briefly turned back to say farewell to the stranger and to perhaps yell something about his beautiful, angry wife. But when he looked over to the bar and the space where the man had been, it was empty. The bartender was watching him, a satisfied expression on his face, perhaps glad he didn’t have to throw John out. Near the staircase stood two working girls, who were trying to hide their giggles, as they watched Abigail pull him out from the saloon and into the cold night air.
His stomach lurched and a wave of nausea burnt his throat. He knew it was stupid to drink without having anything to eat, but here he was, clinging onto the wooden railing outside the saloon and trying to keep the contents of his stomach down. He glanced across the road and saw Pepper, the dapple-grey pony, hitched to the small cart they generally used for quick rides into town and market jaunts. Pepper’s ears twitched and he let out a small snort as though ridiculing John.
John glanced at his wife, her eyes blazing with barely repressed anger and her hands curled tightly into fists. ‘You’re a god damn louse, John Marston!’ He moved back, almost expecting her to hit him, but the slap never came and she instead pointed fiercely at the cart. ‘Get in the cart!’
‘No!’ he sulked. Abigail swiftly looked over at him, her eyes narrowed as though daring him to repeat what he had said.
‘I will not ask you again, John Milton!’
‘I ain’t goin’ home.’
‘What you just expect me to let you spend all night here?’
‘I can do, if I want!’ He knew he sounded like a child. A kid stamping their foot and demanding candy would have probably been more threatening and commanding. ‘Not like you want me home anyway!’
‘Oh for god’s sake, John. I ain’t here to feel sorry for ya!’
‘No, ya just here because I was the next best thing!’
Abigail sighed irritably and pinched her brow between two fingers. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘Arthur! It’s always goddamn Arthur! I’m never enough! I ain’t good enough!’
He almost flinched as her eyes turned icy cold and her brow furrowed. Abigail breathed heavily through her nose and he couldn’t quite tell whether she was trying not to hit him or trying not to cry. She clenched her hands into fists once more. His stomach squeezed tightly, he felt strangely guilty. Abigail never talked about Arthur, none of the family did anymore, except for Uncle, and even then it was only when John had been drinking and they were alone. In the hazy lamplight of the street, he could see the shining glint of tears in her eyes, before she sniffed sharply and turned on heel.
‘I ain’t doin’ this John,’ she said, untying Rachel from the nearby post and heading back over to the cart.
‘Abi, I’m sor-’
‘Don’t you dare, John Marston!’ she snapped, pointing her finger at him. ‘Don’t you dare tell me you’re sorry, because you ain’t!’
He quickly looked about to see if anyone had heard her call him by his full real name, but there was no one around and it seemed like the saloon had resumed its clamour of music, shouting, laughing and talking. Abigail was already climbing up to the seat of the cart and fussing with the reins, though he could see the shake of her shoulders. The pit of guilt that had opened in his stomach was threatening to swallow him whole. He rarely saw Abi cry and it always broke him when he did. He was a goddamn idiot, a complete and utter fool.
He hurriedly ran to the cart, managing to jump up just as Abigail had flicked the reins along Pepper’s back and the cart began to move. But she yanked it to a halt.
‘Get down and go to hell, John Marston! I don’t want you with me and I don’t want you coming home.’
‘Abi, please-’
‘You’re a goddamn pig!’
‘I know, Abigail, please-’
‘Here,’ she dug in her pocket and pulled out a couple of dollars, then tossed them at him. A few fluttered down into the dusty road. ‘Go stay at the saloon, or drink yourself to death or get yourself a whore! Then maybe she can listen to your sad little story and you’ll feel better for all of five minutes!’
‘Abi, it ain’t my fault-’
‘Ain’t it?’ She let out a ridiculous screech of laughter. ‘It never is, is it John? Someone else is always to blame!’
‘Arthur wanted to marry you!’ he yelled.
Abigail stared at him, then sat back heavily against the seat of the cart. It felt like the whole street was plunged into silence, until a dog began to bark loudly and further off a baby started to wail. John felt his stomach twist again. Judging by her reaction Abigail had no clue that had been the case. He opened his mouth to offer another apology, but Abigail shifted over in the cart and sharply gestured to the seat.
‘Get in the cart, we’re goin’ to talk.’
He obediently climbed up and sat beside her, not daring to offer to drive as Abigail flicked the reins and Pepper trotted off.
He had expected her to just drive for home, but instead she drove the cart up the road until they reached the Great Plains and, rather than continuing eastward, Abigail pulled Pepper to a stop underneath a few oak trees. John waited in the cart, wondering if she was relieving herself or had decided to just walk off into the night and abandon him. But instead, she started to collect a small stack of twigs, leaves and dried grass into a pile. He watched her for a moment, until she glanced up at him and then sighed.
‘Well go on, there’s some blankets in the back! You can do something useful, can’t you?’
He dutifully climbed out of the cart and got the blankets, then placed them down on the ground. Trying his best to find a good spot, without too many stones or knotted roots. John wasn’t quite sure what Abigail had intended, but he managed to keep himself busy with removing Pepper’s reins and untying Rachel from the cart, so they could graze peacefully.
‘Sit,’ he heard his wife snap at him. He turned around to see her eyes on him, the small pile of kindling already lit, the fire illuminating her face, casting her tired, drawn features in gold. He quickly looked back down to the earth underneath his boots, then did as she bid and sat down on the blankets.
‘Well?’ she asked.
John nervously licked his lips, his throat suddenly feeling strangely dry, despite the whiskey he had poured down it earlier. He fumbled through his pockets and pulled out the journal. ‘Arthur said… he wrote… that he took Jack out fishin’ and he should’ve married you. Said he would’ve done… if you hadn’t fallen so hard for… for me.’
He risked a quick look up at her, but she was staring into the fire, her eyes no longer seeing him. Lost entirely in the past and he wondered if she was thinking what might have been, that Arthur would have looked after her, seen to it that she had everything she needed and been a better father to her son.
‘I… I just thought… I thought maybe you knew about that, maybe you wanted Arthur, maybe you thought you shouldn’t have married me.’ John looked back down to his boots, focusing on the lightly swaying grass underneath the trees and the crackling of the fire. He heard her sigh loudly.
‘And that’s why you’ve been an ass all evening?’
John risked looking up again. Abigail lips were pursed as though she had just licked a lemon. He fiddled with a blade of grass between his fingers and finally said, ‘Uh… maybe… I guess.’
Her irritated sigh made him feel like a beaten, mangy dog and she gave him a cold, withering look that could have frozen hell over! ‘Dammit, John! Why can’t ya ever just tell me what’s goin’ on in that goddamn, foolish head of yours?’
John dropped his head and twisted the grass over and over, he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t ever sure. Maybe that was half the problem, he never knew what he was thinking or whether he had any certainty about the life he and Abigail lived. However comfortable and peaceful it seemed, he always got the sense he might wake up one morning and none of it would've been real. He would be back in camp, on a hard narrow cot, with the snorts and shuffles of the horses nearby, with Pearson clanging the stew pot around, with murmured conversation from those stood by the coffee pot. And truth be told he was never entirely certain if that would be such a bad thing to wake up to.
A hand under his chin forced his head up. Abigail was looking down on him, almost tenderly. He didn’t dare moved in case her usual scornful expression returned. She crouched down and straddled him. Her hands coming to his shoulders, his instinctively wrapped around her back.
‘You’re a fool, John Marston. A complete and utter fool. If you just talked to me-’
‘If I talked to ya then you’d get mad.’ He dropped his gaze again, but she wouldn’t have it.
‘Look at me, John Marston.’ He slowly peeped at her and Abigail snorted, then rolled her eyes. ‘And maybe I would get mad, but only because I think you’re being daft and worrying about shadows! There ain’t nothin’ to worry about. I chose you for a reason, John.’
‘And what reason’s that?’
‘That you love me and I love you.’
‘Simple as that, huh?’ he asked, not quite believing her words, though still feeling his heart flutter in his chest as she told him she loved him.
‘Simple as that.’
‘Don’t you ever worry you made the wrong choice?’
‘What other choice did I have?’ she asked, but before he could open his mouth to protest, she pressed a hand over his lips. ‘I know. I know what you’re thinking. But I never knew or loved… anyone else like I did you.’
He dropped his head again, not wanting to admit there was still a little sour note of jealousy flickering around his chest, not wanting to let his doubts plague him further that perhaps Jack wasn’t his, perhaps he was… Abigail forced him to look at her again. Her fingers deftly stroked his cheek and he couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean into the comforting touch. He felt a sudden ache of yearning, as though he had been away much longer than a few hours. She rested her forehead against his.
‘Stop being a damn fool, Marston. Stop runnin’.’
It took him a while to find his voice before he managed, ‘Alrigh’, I’ll stop runnin’.’
And she kissed him, as though nothing and no one else mattered, as though he was everything to her, as though she knew he would always come back. And he always knew he would.
#john marston#abigail marston#jack marston#arthur morgan#john marston x abigail marston#john marston x abigail roberts#abigail marston x john marston#abigail roberts x john marston#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#rdr#red dead redemption#rdr mini bang
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Arthur & John meet the Donkey lady
**This is a reference to RDR 1**
Arthur’s:
Transcript: What the hell is this poor thing?
John’s: John is actually a hell of a lot more compassionate here. Arthur is very callous, imo.
Transcript: What was this poor thing? Who would do such a thing to any creature?
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adding to my other post about my oc:
Her name’s Elizabeth Bell, she’s obviously Micah Bell’s kid. For those who don’t play rdr or know anything about it, Micah isn’t a good person at all. He’s a rat ass bitch who manipulates people and double crosses them. So not uh…the best dad. He stayed for a few years with Elizabeth’s mother before leaving when she was 8. He only stayed because it was a few years where he was wanted and had a huge bounty on his head (he went along with his dad and killed two people and had to go on the run), and it was a place where he could lay low. He was only 19 when this happened; Elizabeth at the time of the story is 20 when he’s 39.
After Micah left, it was just her and her mother. Her mother had been living on her families farm, and she taught Elizabeth how to care for animals pretty early on. Micah, when he was still there, taught her how to skin animals and kill them (less of teaching and more of ‘you’re gonna watch and learn no matter what’). Her mother had taught her the basic life skills, along with how to shoot, and Micah taught her how to ride. When she got a bit older, Micah had taught her how to pickpocket/steal from others, along with teaching her how to gamble/cheat to win.
I haven’t figured out too much of her story for her teen years, other than she ended up in some trouble after getting caught pickpocketing. She got her face sliced (lucky for her, it was just one). It was fully across her face, however, so she has a scar from her chin to over her eyebrow. The slice made her vision in her left eye go, with her being around half-blind in her left eye.
She has a horse, named Theoden (which means lord, keeping the theme of the bell’s having religious names/ relating to god). She just shortens it to Theo, and she’s a Shire horse. She’s VERY big, strong. Elizabeth won her in a game of poker, and she was immediately in love with her. Theo’s also half blind in one eye, like her, which is why she was so drawn to her. She’s a chestnut reddish/blonde and Elizabeth loves her girl <33 she praises her all the time.
She meets Dutch and John when they’re on a mission/heist in the same town where she was at. They tried to steal Theo to ride off on, but she got them at gunpoint and told them to back the fuck off (she’s VERY protective of her). When Dutch and John pulled their guns out, Theo went crazy, putting herself in between her and the others. Elizabeth held her ground and told them to fuck off or she’d kill them. Dutch, now less mad, told John to put his gun down, and she pointed them in the direction of some random horses, belonging to people who had cheated at poker with her. Dutch invited her on that quest after asking her a few questions, and she said yes. She saved both of their asses during that mission, mirroring how Dutch met Micah, as Micah had saved Dutch’s ass.
She got invited back to camp with them, as she’d impressed Dutch and….yk, she saved their lives. She accepts, as her mother had passed at that point and she was hopping from place to place. It’d be at least a warm place with food she could stay at.
When she went into camp, she didn’t notice straight away, but Micah was by the fire, talking to Bill. He tensed up when he saw her, freezing as it sinks in who she was. Dutch introduces her, and when she says her name, “I’m Elizabeth Bell,” She looks directly at Micah. She knows who he is, and she’s not kind about it. At all.
There isn’t much after that, I haven’t figured it out yet, but she def throws shade at Micah, (“Damn, where’d you learn to skin like that, little lady?” “My daddy.” while looking at Micah.)
I do know, however, that she kept the last name Bell, not because she loved her dad, but because she knew that he was a bad person. She knew that her grandfather was a bad person. The last named Bell was already tarnished, so she tarnished even more, breaking part of the cycle. She chose to be a better person, something that tarnished the horrible things that clung to the family name.
ALSO keeping with the names meaning God in the Bell family, Elizabeth’s name means “God is my oath”, or “God’s promise”. Thinking of something that would happen between her and Micah int the end.
Micah “Who is like God” Bell vs. Elizabeth “Gods promise/God is my oath” Bell.
Also, she does get closer to Hosea, Arthur, John, and Sadie, helping them out in trying to figure out everything. She doesn’t like Bill and tolerates Micah.
#just a heads up I do kind of like micah. he’s a horrible person#but he’s just such an interesting character#I love Elizabeth sm#red dead redemption 2
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if Arthur and Mary got back together in your RDR au would Mary love Phoebe?
If I were to be honest I think Mary would be awkward that Arthur has a child from a previous relationship at first. But seeing how Phoebe is as a person and how well Arthur has been raising her to the best of his abilities she'd warm up to it.
Phoebe liked Mary the second she saw her. Thought she was pretty and for a while when she was little thought Mary was her mom.
But I do see the two having a good mother daughter bond. Mary would be a great mom and step mom to Phoebe.
Arthur would honestly gage it on if Mary would be willing to accept his daughter. As much as he loves Mary his daughter's safety and happiness means a lot to him.
Plus in the future Phoebe as she gets older she becomes more of a little lady.
TLDR: Yes I think with enough time and hard work from both Arthur AND Mary to introduce Phoebe to not just Mary but Arthur and her courting I think they'd love each other.
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Not to be vulgar but do you think Arthur eats ass? On the one hand, I figure that he’s willing to try anything his partner may find pleasing. On the other (and I haven’t played rdr) none of the characters look like they’ve had a shower in a while
You're absolutely right about the fact that none of them have had a shower in a while. While there was indoor plumbing in 1899, the lifestyle Arthur and the gang leads isn't hygienic in the loosest sense of the word. They're camping out all the time, with minimal access to water. I imagine it's a crude, primitive existence. Arthur bathes when he goes into town; most of the saloons have a bath where you can pay a quarter for a hot soak, and an extra fifty cents for a "deluxe" bath (one of the working girls comes in an helps you wash, wink wink).
As far as his sexual experience goes, I have a feeling it's very limited. He probably lost his virginity at an early age to a prostitute. We also know that he had a son by a waitress (Eliza) he had a thing with. it's unclear if this was a one night stand or if they had a relationship, but he mentions that he sent money to her and their son and visited them when he could before they were killed by a home intruder over a measly $10.
He also was in love with Mary Linton, and I'm sure they were intimate, but I headcanon Arthur as the type of man to be really unsure of himself in sexual encounters, especially with someone he cares a lot about. I'm sure he's paid for sex on some lonely nights when he's drunk and feeling like he needs companionship, but I think he's a bit selfish and maybe even a little rough with the working girls. There's a scene at the saloon in Valentine where he meets Charles and Javier, who are chatting up a couple of girls. One of them calls Arthur a pussy cat, and Javier says "Yes, he's a pussy...cat." Arthur says to the girl "How much you cost, anyway?" to which she replies, "Ain't that a way to talk to a lady?"
"I didn't know I was talking to a lady", he says.
I think he lacks respect for women in this particular profession, and sees them as objects for his pleasure, so he's more apt to use them in a way that isn't the most...wholesome, as opposed to sex with someone he cares about. I wouldn't go so far as to say he lacks respect for women in general, but he's an outlaw. And while I do think he has capacity for sentimentality, it takes him a good while to really trust and feel at ease around someone, especially if he's caught feelings that he doesn't quite know how to process.
Anyway, this was an ask about eating ass. I don't think he would, honestly. I think he'd eat your pussy like a starving caveman. He likes the natural scent and taste of a woman. I think in his circumstances, he'd be used to the smell of the road and sweat and grit on a woman if she were part of the gang. If he's courting you, he'll most likely bathe before coming to see you (especially with the possibility of an intimate encounter).
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from the van der linde boys, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list
paring: reader x all of the boahs sans micah because i don’t like him lol
type: sweet lil love letters
rating: sfw fluff
cws/tws: none
↠ links: tumblr || ao3
from the van der ladies, with love 💌 || vde 2021 m.list
paring: reader x all of the gang’s ladies
type: sweet lil love letters
rating: sfw fluff
cws/tws: none
↠ links: tumblr || ao3
nsfw abcs || javier escuella
paring: this collection is javier x reader-centric, but the gang ofc makes guest appearances in various fills
type: hcs with accompanying ficlets/one-shots
rating: nsfw, obviously
cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills
↠ links: tumblr ❣ || ao3
relationship abcs || men-folk edition
paring: once again, reader x all the van der linde gents that aren’t micah
type: long form hcs
rating: sfw, tho things do get a bit ~spicy~ from time to time
cws/tws: any applicable warnings can be found in their respective fills
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(home is) wherever i’m with you || 200 follower event
pairing: javier escuella x reader
rating: angst-y h/c vibes that get nsfw at the end
cws/tws: there’re way too many to list here, so see the in story note
total wc: 14k~ ((…don’t look at me lol))
“no.”
“‘no’, what?”
“no, you’re not goin’.”
“i’m sorry,” you start, your own awakening anger transforming the words into sharp and dangerous things, “somethin’ must be gettin’ lost here because that didn’t sound like a question.”
the smoldering embers that had been in his gaze before are fully alight now with a flame that’s just barely checked as he regards you. “that’s because it wasn’t, mi amor…”
in which what should be little more than a simple misunderstanding turns into something quite other. but no matter the storm, the pair of you are always willing to weather it so long as you can come home.
↠ links: tumblr || ao3
what you want, what you need || a thot’s thoughts
pairing: this is a javier x reader story, but it’s implied that there’s some… tension, let’s say, between the pair of them and sadie or charles in the f!reader and gn!/m!reader fills respectively
reader gender: f!, gn!, and m! reader options are available
rating: nsfw
cws/tws: there are a lot, but the biggest are mild exhibitionism, m!dom/sub dynamics, rough treatment/sex (reader receiving), jealous javier (but make it non-toxic), light choking (reader receiving), and orgasm denial/control (reader receiving). for a complete and more detailed listing see the in story note. and if i missed anything, please let me know!!
total wc: 6.6k~ or 7.5k~ depending on which version you read
“oh fuck you, escuella.”
“you’d best watch that mouth of yours, mi amor. just because daddy-dearest can’t take you over his knee anymore doesn’t mean your papi won’t.”
a modern au in which you take your teasing a little too far at a friend’s party. in return javier will make sure that you get what you deserve before you get what you need.
he’s using papi SARCASTICALLY ffs lmao
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↠ m!reader || tumblr ❣ | ao3
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@outlaw-apologist @asexualkieranduffy @marthalovesu Kiss, Marry, Bang, or Avoid with the boahs! Participate if y’all want, and you don’t have to do all of them. Also colored for funsies.
Dutch Van der Linde - Avoid; no WAY am I committing to any of that.
Hosea Matthews - Kiss; not much my taste but he’s a sweet guy.
Arthur Morgan - Marry; so original, I know, but c’mon! It’s Arthur…
John Marston - Avoid; he’s so forgetful and greasy, I can’t-
Javier Escuella - Bang; such a lady’s man, and we all know he be fashionable as hell. I love myself a well dressed guy. I also believe he’s such a gentleman before his RDR downfall.
Bill Williamson - Avoid; just, eh…plus, he ain’t into gals as far as speculation goes.
Micah Bell - AVOID; the end.
Charles Smith - Kiss; not hugely interested in him but he is truly good and has a righteous spirit.
Sean Macguire - Kiss; We love a good Irishman, despite his eccentricity. Prob smells of alcohol…
Lenny Summers - Marry; smart, considerable, kind, and actually thinks before he acts. Good husband material right there.
Uncle - Avoid; uhh, no.
Simon Pearson - Avoid; also, no. Dude’s been touching raw meat all day, without washing his hands…probably doesn’t even know the last time he took a shower.
Leopold Strauss - Avoid; HELL NO, EVIL ASS SHARK.
Josiah Trelawny - Marry; he’s got a wife in game, with kids who he treats so dearly. Yes, I would wanna be his wife. Definitely a tender and sweet lover.
Orville Swanson - Avoid; as stated by the men at Flatneck Station, he reeks alcohol. I also don’t wanna deal with this mess of a man. I don’t know how he’s still called a Reverend by others…
Kieran Duffy - Marry; BABY! Please, we could leave the gang, but a house, raise children, and more…
I do believe that’s all! If I missed any, lemme know, folks.
#red dead#red dead redemption#rdr#rdr2#van der linde gang#kiss marry kill#kiss marry avoid#fuck marry kill#dutch van der linde#hosea matthews#arthur morgan#john marston#javier escuella#bill williamson#micah bell#charles smith#sean macguire#lenny summers#uncle#simon pearson#leopold strauss#josiah trelawny#orville swanson#kieran duffy#tag game
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okay no tea no shade bc I loved mirage and that shit broke my heart BUT despite my love for her I’m pushing back against the Valentina comparisons im seeing, okay, bc the reason Valentina’s elim was SO shocking was that she had been basically flawless until that point. Mirage did amazing in the talent show but she struggled in the ball and RDR Live, she was absolutely talented but this set of queens is strong enough that it just didn’t hit the same for me. Ppl are also saying it should’ve been a double shantay but with the immunity potions it’s possible that power is entirely with Plane and Sapphira, but more to the point, even for an extremely talented queen, Rupaul is not gonna use a double shantay on a queen who doesn’t know the words to Dark Lady. Like, y’all heard the tone of Michelle’s aside to Ru (“not one word”) and the “you young kids” tone of Ru’s critique, at this point it’s offensive from Ru and Michelle’s standpoint to pull up to drag race not knowing your Cher. But they’ve also paved the way for her to get all stars/Vanjie treatment so she’ll be okay I’m sure.
#rupaul’s drag race#rpdr#also this was in my drafts and my drafts slap so yall will get some more later
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RE: Ada Wong, Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Miranda, Luis Sera.
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