soft sex with gentle m!dom arthur morgan :((

just imagine him coming home late at night and you’re just not feeling well and he can tell. he approaches you and hugs you from behind

“what’s a’matter, baby?” he’ll ask while pressing his lips to the top of your head

you squirm and then it clicks

“we haven’t uh…. in a while right?” he laughs sheepishly and helps you to your feet and brings you to the bedroom.

he’ll help you strip, praising your body the entire time

“so beautiful, baby… i missed seein’ you like this” he peppers soft kisses all over your soft belly as he slides your clothes off

soon enough he has you seated on his face, his hands digging into the fat of your thighs. your mouth is hanging open in pleasure as your fingers tangle in his hair. his tongue is working fast, nearly making you cum until he stops.

“if you’re gonna cum i want it on my cock” he says sternly before gently guiding you onto the bed.

you stare at his dick, it was hard and dripping pre. he needed you

he lays you down on your belly and gently gropes your ass “this okay, baby?” you nod and he continues

you feel his tip start to prod at your entrance which makes you shudder.

“love you s’much, darlin’… need you s’bad” he mumbles before slowly sliding inside you

he lets out a deep groan, his grip on your asscheek tightens almost painfully which makes you whine

“y’okay?” he stops and releases his grip, gently rubbing circles on your bare flesh. you nod, your fingers gripping the sheets. he smiles softly and continues.

he begins to thrust soft and slow, cooing in your ear as his painfully slow pace continues “doing so good, baby… my favourite girl…” you whine at his brutal pace which makes him chuckle

“you want me to speed up, huh?” he teases before pressing his lips to your neck softly. you whine louder “i know baby, i know. just let me…” he pulls out and flips you onto your back, pressing your legs up to your chest. your stomach folds as your thighs press into it. arthur wastes no time in reinserting himself into you.

you cry out as he reaches deeper parts of you. he can’t hold back anymore. his pace quickens, his hips snapping into yours

you don’t even remembering cumming all you remember is him groaning in pleasure “good girl…. such a good girl”

i am having intense cowboy brainrot mhehehe

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The Gang With a Plus Sized Lover (RDR2 HCs)

What they would be like with a plus sized lover (Headcanons) Mostly gender neutral (mentions of gender in Bill and Micah's) Characters (in the order they appear): Arthur, Charles, Josiah, Micah, Hosea, Dutch, Mary-Beth Warnings: NSFW themes, mentions of fat phobia (mostly in Micah's). This is a little indulgent for me, so please keep that in mind. :) I'm also open to writing for more characters + other scenarios so lmk if you want to see anyone or anything in particular. (Read on AO3 here) Arthur: - God he loves you. Loves the way you’re so soft. You could wrap your whole entire body around him and lay all of your weight on him and it just feels like home. All of his worries melt away. You feel like a could cradling him. His shoulders relax and he feels blissfully warm while holding you and taking in your scent. - When he’s away from you sleeping by himself is almost impossible. His fight or flight is constantly flaring up without your presence and the man can’t sleep for more than an hour at a time. - Arthur’s not shy about scooping you up into his arms or throwing you roughly over his shoulder. He can handle you easily. Your weight has never been an issue for him. If he ever struggles to pick you up (which honestly has never really happened) he sees it as his own personal problem. He needs to make his arms stronger. After throwing around hogtied bounties all day Arthur feels pretty confident when it comes to twirling you around.

- His clothes fit you perfectly. He thought it was cute when his smaller lovers would drown in one of his shirts after a night of love making. But, to be able to wear his clothes EVERYWHERE? And they look so good on you???? When he sees you’re casually wearing one of his shirts for the day it makes his heart pound SO hard. Arthur doesn’t usually care about fashion, but sometimes he buys nice shirts and wears them around so so you’ll steal them. He thinks they’ll suit you better than him and he’s usually right. -Arthur is handsy when he’s feeling needy with his lover. Always in private, of course. He just needs to feel every part of you after being away for so long. Needs to be reassured that you’re really there whenever a traumatic event happens. He loves that there’s just so much of you for him to explore. To worship. It helps ground him in the present. - He really loves touching you. He doesn’t realize it, but you probably do. Something Arthur loves to do is dance with you! Swaying with his hands on your waist, dipping you in his arms, twirling you… He loves the intimacy of dancing with you and watching you giggle whenever you twirl. - He has never met anyone as accepting as you. Arthur’s never thought anything negative about your body but he sure as hell has a lot of insecurities about his own. He’s learned a lot from you about body acceptance and you’re the only person he’s ever been fully comfortable talking about his body with. - Arthur isn’t usually the type to be emotionally vulnerable. When something weighs heavy on his mind or heart he’ll talk about it but never would he let a lover catch him cry. He usually feels too much of a responsibility of being a man or provider. But there’s just something about you… Some nights he crumbles in your arms, sobbing against your softness. - He doesn’t mean to be stereotypical or anything, so when he starts doing this he’s a little shy. Unsure if you’d take offense to it or not. Whenever he goes out on a job or goes into town and spots something yummy he thinks you’d like to eat he’ll always get it for you. - I’m gonna say it… If you have a clothing item Arthur can wear without the others noticing it belongs to you, he will steal it from you. He loves wearing your clothes too, especially when he can smell you on him all day. He just can’t take the teasing from the other fellas. - If he ever catches wind of any comments made about your body or weight Arthur will confront that person with a fiery vengeance. Let’s just say Micah once mysteriously returned to camp with a black eye and wasn’t brave enough to look your way for weeks. -You once opened Arthur’s journal to find sketches of you, your likeness, and your body in beautiful poses. He bashfully apologizes and admits that sometimes you look so ethereal he just can’t get the image of you out of his head. - If you have stretchmarks Arthur makes it his personal mission, every love making session, to kiss every single one of them. Sometimes if you both are laying there naked talking about life, the future, etc. he’ll idly trace them. He finds them very attractive. _____ Charles: - Charles is so picky with people he falls in love with. He’s experienced a lot of… not so great things from other people’s prejudices ,so he’s not one to judge someone based off of how they look. He will sing your praises until the cows come home and defend you if it’s ever needed. He’s a fierce believer that you’re absolutely perfect; body, mind, and soul. - That being said, this man WORSHIPS you in the bedroom. He compliments your beauty, of course, but he prefers to let his hands, mouth, tongue (and cock) do the real talking. Most of the time he doesn’t care about his own needs. If the sun shines through your hair nicely that day or if you just looked cute- Charles immediately makes a mental note to eat you out once you two are alone. - He loves to take his time when he’s hiking. It’s not about who can reach the top first, but about enjoying nature for what it is. Where others might bitch and moan about how they assume you can’t keep up, Charles LOVES going with you. You both spend all the time in the world together. Catching falling leaves in autumn; identifying different wildflowers in spring; watching the elk in winter; and looking for pretty rocks or feathers during the summer months. - Similar to Arthur, Charles can pick you up as if you weigh less than a feather. He likes to tease you by playfully throwing you over his shoulder, pretending he’s kidnapping you. He loves the way it makes you squeal and giggle with delight. - In some ways Charles feels kind of relieved about your weight. He understand it can come with its own set of challenged but he’s seen so many men starve to death. People he’s loved have withered away to nothing once they caught a sickness. He knows it’s probably a false sense of security, but he can’t help but to think your weight might be your saving grace in one of these areas. He knows it sounds bad so he’ll never say it out loud. He’d be beside himself with grief if either of those things ever happen to you. - If he can touch you in some way he will. His hand will always be on your thigh or lacing your fingers together while sitting by the fire. If you go to town with him he’ll always have an arm around you. This surprised you at first because it doesn’t seem like Charles is the PDA type of man. He’s protective of you. He wants everyone to know you chose him as your lover. - Charles feels SO honored to have someone like you. You’re such a natural person. He feels as though people like you are very rare. You two compliment each other perfectly in his opinion. - Imo Charles has a hard time being with very small partners. He’s always afraid of hurting them or crushing them since he’s such a large man. You fit into his arms just right and he knows you can handle him (in more ways than one hehe). _ Saying “My blanket is too small for the both of us… I guess I’ll just have to hold you all night to keep you warm~” instead of buying a blanket bigger than a single size. He gives you the blanket anyway and still holds you. It’s really unnecessary because you want him to hold you regardless of the blanket size but Charles thinks it’s kinda funny. This is the best flirt he’s got, in his opinion. - When he can tell you’re sick of his little joke, Charles disappears for a few days then returns with the most beautiful (and HUGE) bison pelt blanket you’ve ever seen. It’s so big it practically swallows you both up. Charles isn’t one to hunt needlessly, but he knows this was worth it because you both would end up using it for years to come. He still holds you when you sleep but now you have to tell him to get off of you because you’re overheating. _____ Josiah: - I know it’s probably unexpected but I feel like he would literally foam at the mouth for a large lover. - He will ALWAYS be complimenting you, saying the sweetest most romantic things; “You are truly a goddess/god among men, my dear. I mean, look how beautiful you are. Your very presence demands attention.” “My sweet, you were created to be fed grapes and wine at your leisure. To be surrounded by the finest silks money could buy. Oh, how you are nothing short of royalty.” “Your face rivals that of any cherub presented in holy chapels around the world. If priests were to see you they might try to steal you away from me.” - You know those classical paintings that beautifully depict fat women??? He will commission SOOO many paintings of the two of you in that style. “We need to have one for every room in our house! One to put above every fire place, every tea table, and of course the parlor room!” He doesn’t even own a house. What he does with these paintings you have no idea. You did find a small version of one painting in his pocket-watch one time. It was really cute. - He’s a firm believer that you look as if you belong in high society even if that’s the very opposite of how you grew up. He will always beg you to appear on his arm whenever he has to go to Saint Denis. (Or anywhere, honestly. He’s a simp for you.) - Josiah wants you to throw his skinny little ass around. He wants you to sit on his face and break his neck, suffocate him with your ass. He’s ready to get lost in the sauce. He’s definitely the bottom in your relationship. He’ll even call you mommy/daddy if you’re into that. But he definitely has moments where all he wants to do is kiss every inch of you and worship you like a divine being. Especially if you order him to. - You don’t know how he does it, somehow professional tailors always ‘owe him a debt’. It seems as if you’re being fitted for the finest clothes at least once every other week. He loves to dote on you by gifting you the newest fashions they have to offer. - If anyone tries to get information about the gang from him all he does is talk about you. It’s to such an extreme extent that it’s soooo fucking annoying and usually they just let him go because, god damn, they can’t take it anymore. You’re kind of the gang’s saving grace when it comes to his wagging tongue. - Pleading with you for you to get boudoir photos. “Please my dear! Boudoir was made for you!!!” Literally begging you on his knees. - Whenever he disappears for long periods of time he always comes back with an expensive gift. Even if they’re not really your thing he really loves seeing you head to toe in fine (stolen) jewels. _____ Micah: - Micah is the type of man who is outwardly (and loudly) fat phobic but secretly loves to fuck fat people. - If you were his lover… Well, he’d still be fat phobic. I mean, this is Micah we’re talking about. But he’ll make most of his comments about other people and say less and less about you. He doesn’t let go of it entirely. You’re his ‘piggly wiggly’. That’s his idea of a cute nickname. - He will always make public remarks about your weight in a way he thinks is cute/funny? It’s usually very uhhh… questionable. “Let me just hold onto your love handles, sugar.” “Can you hide this in one of your folds for me?” “Uh-oh piggy’s oinkin’ again!” - If you ever get sick of his comments or upset it’s always “Awww c’mere darlin’. You know I’m just messin’ witchu.” while wrapping you up in his arms. - He wouldn’t worship you in the bedroom the way some of the others would. He “prefers a real woman, not some scrawny little starving bitch”. He loves doggy style the most. Loves playing with your ass cheeks. Spreading them and watching his cock vanish inside of you. Occasionally he’ll feel generous and he’ll focus on you more. Usually, if he catches someone else flirting with you or eyeing you he becomes really possessive and takes his frustrations out by fucking your brains out as soon as you’re both alone. - He genuinely finds you very cute and attractive. Micah really doesn’t know what to do with this information. You catch him admiring you whether you’re doing camp chores or robbing a train. - Micah only gives you genuine compliments when he’s really drunk and one else is around. - He would never admit it but he loves to sleep snuggled up to you. He doesn’t sleep often but when he does it’s usually with you. A large soft warm body next to him is just too relaxing for him to resist. -He’ll randomly come up and spank your ass in front of everyone, then he’ll laugh as it jiggles. -But god forbid anyone else around camp makes a comment about your weight. He’ll eat them up real quick. Only he can bully you. ______ Hosea: - Our man Hosea is a lover of love. If you happen to steal his heart after Bessie’s passing he would DIE for you. No, seriously. He will always treat you as an equal to him. Always tend to your needs if there are any. You are the most important person in his world. - Hosea really finds beauty in fat people. He loves curves, softness, warmth. He finds elegance within you. He truly finds your body poetic. Hosea especially loves stretchmarks. Imo he would say the clique “These are your battle scars!” “Your tiger stripes” kinda stuff. But, he would also trace them with curiosity and probably kiss them too. - After a long day he’ll always ask you if you want a massage or a foot rub. When you two have the chance to take a bath together he wants to wash you. He just loves exploring your body and caressing you. - He’s aware that he’s a tiny man. Hosea could never bulk up like the others and how small his clothes are is not lost on him. Sometimes he’ll buy an oversize coat or shirt and wear it around so some of his clothes can fit you. He feels really proud when he notices you steal his coat. However, he knows he can’t get away with doing that often in fear that you might catch on or, god forbid, one of the gang members realizes…. Instead he’ll plop his hat on your head so you can wear that around. He doesn’t want the others to give you a hard time, especially if it’s because of him. - Hosea loves sleeping on your chest. He’ll hold you, kiss you, snuggle you, but there’s a silent agreement between you both that he’s just a little too small (and sickly) to let you sleep on top of him. If he can sleep on your chest??? Catch this man making happy little noises when he’s waking up your arms. - Similar to Trelawny, he loves being seen with you. He also thinks you look as though you belong in high society and so he invites you to come with him when he needs to attend parties. - He makes sure to give you extra compliments whenever you wear new clothes. Hosea wants you to keep your confidence because, in his eyes, you truly look amazing no matter what you choose to wear. “You look stunning, my dear.” “Ah, blessing me with your beauty today?” “Wow! You look amazing. I’m one lucky man.” On the rare occasion he thinks something looks bad on you he’ll gently say “Why don’t we try this on next?” and would suggest another outfit. Then he’ll compliment that outfit so you’ll be happy and change your mind. He could never find it in his heart to be too upfront or rude about it to you. - Cupping your face. Hosea LOVES to cup your round face in his hands whenever he’s wooing you. To stare into your eyes, your soul, and tell you his feelings. You know when he’s having big feelings because it always makes him whirl around and cup your face before he admits to whatever it may be. Usually feelings of intense love for you or fear of losing you. - He dotes on you a lot. He wants to treasure you as much as possible and give you a happy life. After losing Bessie he understands how fragile life and love can be. Hosea will pick-pocket someone just so he could take you out to a nice dinner or rent a fancy room for the night. When Jack tells him about the existence of spaghetti he immediately took you out to a nice spaghetti dinner. _____ Dutch: - Dutch loves a bed warming partner. His favorite thing is when you retire for the night before him and he enters your shared tent to the warmest bed and blankets (and partner) a man could ever dream of. He’s quick to notice your loss of warmth and would wake up immediately if you left. - His comfort place is laying on your chest or thighs while reading. Perferably if he could read his book out-loud to you. - Your waist/back/neck are all points of interest for him. His hand is always on your waist. This is one of the reasons he loves dancing with you. If you’re walking next to him then his hand is placed protectively on the small of your back. When you both have time alone his fingers will trail up and down your neck where he’ll gladly leave kisses or a mark to show the camp you’re his. - I’m gonna be honest, Dutch loves using you in jobs to get intel or to be someone on the inside. It’s not that he has no concern for your safety, but no one would ever assume you’re with Dutch van der Linde’s Boys. You look so sweet and gentle, not like a robber or a thief. Certainly not like an outlaw. You’re perfect. - You find romance novels in his belongings about outlaws and plus sized love interests, though you nor anyone else in the gang have ever caught him reading it. He must be reading it in secret because a few of the page corners are bent so he could find where he left off. - Similar to Hosea, Dutch knows his stature isn’t particularly large. He likes wearing things that are more form fitting. So you don’t feel left out he’d often (conspicuously) place his hat next to you or your belongings for you to ‘steal’. He does the same with his cologne, hoping you’d use it so you’d smell like him. He never says a word, but you catch him placing these things and walking/hopping away like an excited child. He’s not really good at hiding it. He’ll stare at you as if he could silently will you to put on his hat or cologne and would quickly look away whenever you stare back. It’s really cute. The whole camp often watches in amusement. - Whenever someone leaves to go on a job and returns, candy always suddenly appears by your belongings. You have a sneaking suspicion Dutch requests it of his boys. There’s no way Bill of all people would buy you a chocolate bar of his own free will. And if he did Dutch would probably be a little offended by that. - People say Dutch is very charming and good with the ladies. You know this isn’t necessarily true. He’s just blunt and people seem to find that amusing. So when someone asks him why he chose you and Dutch responds with “I like them big” you might feel like dying inside. He means well…. Sort of… _____ Bill: - Bill prefers big. He’s a big man with a big horse, big hat… you catch my drift. It’s honestly not much of a surprise to the other gang members when he starts courting you. Actually, he’s been making flirty passes at you since you first arrived. - Bill somehow becomes shy and blushy whenever he does ANYTHING with you. The others love to make fun of him for this. Honestly it’s very sweet. Holding your hand? Blushing. Feeling you against him? His whole face is bright red right down to his neck. Seeing you naked for the first time? Bill almost dies- - ngl I think Bill will take a page from Micah and give you a nickname based on your weight. His will be a bit more tasteful. Only a bit. Your nickname might be Butterball, Fudge ball, Snowball, ect. If you don’t like being called something of this variety he’ll stop quickly. He really does love snuggling up to you cooing “My little snowball” with heart eyes though! - If his shirts aren’t big on you he sees this as a personal challenge to get bulkier/bigger. When his shirts are big on you he feels such a sense of pride that his partner is wearing his shirt and it’s big on you!!!! Whenever he catches you in one of his flannels it both melts his heart and makes him incredibly horny! Probably about 50% of the time it ends in sex. - Bill really likes to think ‘save a horse ride a cowboy’ is about him!!! He LOVES the cowgirl position and works out his hips and thighs to make sure you can ride easily on his lap. When you’re tired he loves to buck into you. Despite your size he can thrust up into you and move you with little effort. - 2 words…. Food kink. Either him eating food off of you or you eating food off of him. -Bill wants to be bigger than you. So he can scoop you up easily. When you’re next to him you look small in size. During the night if he’s cuddling with you he envelopes your whole body. - He owns a work horse for a reason. Horse rides to see the sunset is something he loves to do. He knows his horse can go long distances with both of you on its back. He prefers you to sit in front of him so he can wrap his arms around you while you ride off. Once you find some place beautiful to watch the sun disappear he’ll kiss your hair and neck, whispering to you how beautiful he thinks you are or how lucky he is to have you. - Though he is not the most educated of the bunch he has written poems for you about your curves and your beauty. Javier finds one and turns it into a song so he could embarrass Bill in front of everyone. However, he keeps it tasteful on your behalf so it doesn’t embarrass you the way it does your lover. _____ Mary-Beth: - Mary-Beth finds your size sooooo romantic! She easily daydreams of you as a lost king/queen from a far away kingdom. Or a secret member of a royal family. Sometimes she thinks of you as an adventurous mer-person. She’s written stories and enthralling tales of the two of you together in many different fantasy settings. - Arthur doesn’t really use his camera so she begs to borrow it. Mary-Beth can be quite handy when she wants to be. She ‘borrows’ fancy clothes and jewelry around town so the both of you can dress up and have a photo shoot. Somehow she enlists Karen to taking saucy photos of you both. You guys have the time of your lives! Later on those pictures are lovingly placed in a photo album for safe keeping. - She tries to draw you, she really does. She loves all of your curves, stretchmarks and rolls. Wishes she could capture your likeness. But it turns out kind of funny. You both laugh and enjoy the picture anyway. - During sex she’s very curious. Mary-Beth is shy but she also wants you to feel as amazing as she sees you. The only way to do this, in her opinion, is to touch and kiss every inch of you. She describes parts of you poetically as she goes along so you can understand her thoughts. - Mary-Beth steals your clothes all the time! Whenever you can’t find something she’s probably wearing it. Karen or Tilly will tease her about it but all Mary-Beth does is gush about how she LOVES wearing your clothing. It’s so comfy and romantic to her! - You’re so soft! She’s always trying to sit in your lap or plop on top of you – giggling all the while. - During nights where she’s feeling particularly stressed or upset about something she’ll come to your bed sniffling “Please, can you just hold me awhile?” and would climb into bed with you while clinging to you. You bring her great comfort and she thinks you give the best hugs out of everyone. - While she is sweet there’s also sometimes a wicked streak in her. There’s been a few moments where she loves to start making out with you in front of a group of men while Karen or Lenny pick-pockets them. You two sure know how to draw a crowd. However, you’ve only done this a few times.

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Link to all my work on Ao3 Painted Red 🖤 Chapters: [1] [2] Arthur Morgan x Reader - Explicit - Longfic Summary: Your years as a Working Girl have made you an expert in men and all that pleases them, but when a new sandy-haired Deputy arrives in town, you can't understand why he gives you and the other girls working in your parlour so little attention. It becomes your mission to figure him out and hopefully make some money along the way - RDR2 longfic that runs alongside the events of the game, beginning in Rhodes. Peach Flesh 🍑 Chapters: [1] Arthur Morgan x Reader - Explicit - Oneshot Summary: Arthur and a plus-size reader pretend to be married to con a rich heiress out of her jewels. Everything goes according to Dutch's plan until they have to work out sleeping arrangements. Beta Reading 📝 I like to help writers in the RDR2 community with their fics when I have time. My availability status will be updated here! Status: OPEN Click for more info Picture credit: @foundynnel

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🌹Hello! The names Onyx~

🌹I prefer she/her, and they/them!

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🌹This blog is 18+. Minors be gone and don't be here or I will block you

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🌹One Piece (mostly LA! I'm getting back into the anime now): BUGGY, Mihawk, Shanks, Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Frank, Brock, and ROBIN

🌹Vinland Saga (I've read all of the manga and now finishing up season two): THORFINN, Askeladd, Thorkell, Snake, Einar, GUDRID, and Canute

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🌹Gender Neutral Reader!

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🌹Piss and Shit kinks

🌹Cheating

🌹Necrophilia

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IMPORTANT: I might write NSFW in the future! Minors are allowed to interact with my regular SFW content, but NOT the NSFW. While I can't stop any of you from doing it anyways, this is a personal boundary. I don't want to get in trouble because people don't have common sense or self control.

Also, if you're wondering whether or not I have seen your request and will eventually write for it, check my masterlist! I put my WIPs there, including requested works.

Fandoms I Write For:

Stardew Valley

Red Dead Redemption 2

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

Favorite Characters to Write:

Arthur Morgan (RDR2)

Charles Smith (RDR2)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Shane (Stardew Valley)

What I WILL Write:

SFW and/or NSFW

ALL PLATONIC Character x Reader (includes child/teen!reader)

MOST ROMANTIC Character x Reader

ANY gender reader

specific reader details (plus size, neurodivergent/autistic, disabled, etc.)

most violence and gore

fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, whatever

shitty/douchebag behavior (I do have limits - listed below)

What I Will NOT Write:

rape/non-con (I'll do dub-con at best. I might be willing to do fantasy/roleplay kinda stuff if I can make the consent clear, but no actual genuine noncon.)

piss, scat, necro, ageplay, all that stuff

straight up abuse (a shitty personality is one thing, actual abuse is another)

ROMANTIC Alastor x Reader

ANY Valentino x Reader (I won't judge y'all for liking him, but I just can't do it.)

ROMANTIC John Marston x Reader (this is a personal thing, I'm sorry, I've known too many complicated relationships with people named John)

ANY Micah Bell x Reader

wlw ships (I'm sorry but I'm not attracted to women and don't want to horribly mischaracterize that. I'm willing to try, but I don't think I could do y'all justice)

Hello, darling! I saw you liked/reblogged my post about Arthur Morgan x Plus Size Reader writers! (Feel free to ignore this if you're not taking requests/don't want to write etc.) Drunk Arthur is just a big ol' softie love bug who refuses to let anyone think you're not his beautiful soft sweetheart. Will proudly proclaim on top of a table that he'd marry you in a heartbeat. Hard to be self-conscious when he's so vocal about it!

hi hon! im sorry this took like... a month for me to write lmao but here you are! this is my first fic ever posted online so i hope it fits your fancy and is so short cause school is kicking my ass. ~ bam

author's note: this is written in the third person point of view

trigger warnings include: alcohol, swearing, micah being the rat he is, arthur being the self loathing shit he is, pet names (? i know some folks don't like them)

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Arthur had arrived to Horseshoe Overlook after rescuing Sean over an hour ago and currently he was drunk. Drunk as in shit faced.

The gang gathered around the campfire to sing a couple songs, Sean nd [Y/N] singing with each other and Javier playing the guitar with a soft smile on this face.

Arthur stumbles over, another bottle of whiskey in his hands. "[Y/N]! There's my precious girl!" He yells as he hugs her tightly, a bit of the alcohol spilling out on the ground when he bends over.

She giggles and pats his arm gently. "Why don't you sit down, Art. Before you trip over your own two feet." She says softly and holds his arm and shoulder to help him sit.

He gulps down his whiskey before tossing the bottle on the ground. "How you been, honey? I missed ya while I was savin' the irish fool." He laughs and pulls her into his lap, watching lovingly as her round face scrunches up in a laugh.

"I missed you too, Arthur. I'm just glad you made it back to camp safe and everyone else is safe too." She smiles softly and rests her hand on his cheek, pecking his plump lips gently. He leans into her touch and softly grabs her hand, kissing her palm.

"How did an old cowboy like me find a pretty lady like you, [Y/N]?" She taps his cheek with a soft pout. "You know how I feel about you talkin' about yourself like that now, Mr. Morgan."

Arthur sighs softly and holds her hips, a sad expression on his face. "Yeah, I know princess, I know." He rests his head on her chest and sways to the soft and gentle beat of Javier's strumming. "I love you."

She runs her fingers through his hair, humming softly as he runs his hands down to her thighs and squeezes them as a reminder that he loves all of her. "I know." She whispers as she kisses his head.

Micah (being the asshole he is) decides to pipe up with his shitty opinion that wasn't needed. "Hey, Morgan, better move off the lady if you don't want a crushed leg." He laughs and his voice makes [Y/N]'s skin crawl.

Sure, the comment hit home but she had planned to ignore it and just continue to sit with Arthur, but the big man wasn't going to have it.

"Hey! You listen here ya rat bastard! [Y/N] is one of the strongest, bravest and most gorgeous women I know. She's amazin' and you're just jealous that she don't like you, Micah!" He defends and throws his arms around as he talks, slurring his words. Micah just waves it off and walks away, too tired or whatever his lame excuse was to bite back.

Arthur pulls [Y/N] into his chest and wraps his arms protectively around her. "It's alright, honey, I'll always be here to protect ya from assholes like that."

She hums in response and snuggles up to him. "Thanks, Art. I don't know what I would do if you weren't here." He rubs her back softly and looks down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"Marry me then."

Giving Up Ain’t So Bad (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x Fem!Reader, 18+, DubCon)

Summary: You swear you know what you’re doing. This time, this job, it’s going to be done right, and you’re going to impress Arthur fucking Morgan, that overbearing, hot as hell, intimidating, infuriating man. Will you succeed? What will be the consequences if you don’t?

Author’s Notes: Oh my dear reader, this Low Honor Arthur is a selfish prick, but he still cares about people. Especially you. Even if he uses selfish means to show it.

Tags: low honor arthur morgan, dubcon, rough sex, punishment, dirty talk, tied up, very gentle doggy style, breeding kink, very possessive Arthur

AO3 Link is here, pardner.

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“Leave everything to me, I got this handled.”

Arthur looked at you with a wagon full of skepticism in his one raised eyebrow.

You gestured excitedly as you spoke. “The house has been empty for two nights; the couple that lives there is gone on some trip or something. Tonight’s the night, I go in, rob it for everything it’s worth, and get out ten times richer. No problem.”

He tilted his head, thinking for a bit before asking you, “Why is it such a big house for just a couple?”

“Does it matter? I’ve only ever seen the two of them,” you replied hastily.

“You didn’t poke around town, ask who they were?”

“Why? I saw what I needed to see.”

Arthur’s eyebrow could not have gone up any further on his forehead. “Maybe I should take this one, show you how it should be done.”

“No! I told you, I have this handled!”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine, you lead. But I’m comin’ with ya.”

You glared at him. Ever since you joined the gang, Arthur had always kept an eye on you and your actions. At first, you thought it was because the gang didn’t trust you yet, which might have been the case in the beginning, but time and time again you proved your loyalty. Now you thought he felt like he had to babysit you because of your relative newness to this kind of life. But you knew what you were doing; sure, you didn’t have the decade plus of experience, but you’d been on your own long enough to know how to get money when times were tough.

If you could just prove yourself to him, maybe you’d impress him enough to let you go on jobs without him hounding your back.

Then maybe you could stop feeling this heated tension you felt every time he was near you. 

***

The two of you rode through Ambarino, through the forest and up hillsides until you reached the large house tucked away off the main path. It was perfect for the taking, with no one left to guard the estate.

You got off your horse and strutted into the main house, immediately taking everything of value. Arthur, following you quietly, went upstairs to start grabbing valuables. 

After about ten minutes, he came bounding back downstairs and found you.

“Turn off the lantern!”

You did so immediately, and crawled to a window. Peeking out, you saw a large wagon filled with people coming back up the road towards the house, accompanied by a few men on horseback. Of course, they were armed.

“Shit!” you muttered as you grabbed a few more items before you ran outside with Arthur to get to the horses and bail. Unfortunately, there was only one way up to the house; you’d have to either charge past or risk going down the steep hillside. Pulling your bandanas on and getting on your horses, you led the mad dash down the road, hoping to get to a place where you could get your horse down the hill. 

The escape attempt was poorly planned, as you barrelled past the wagon, the people inside gasping and some of them immediately pointing their guns at you.

“Thieves! Git’em!”

“Split up!” you yelled to Arthur as you veered off the main path and escaped, men on horseback chasing you far enough that you knew it would take a while to get back to camp. 

"Wait!" Arthur roared, but it was too late, you had already took off in the opposite direction, zig-zagging through the forest at a speed much faster than Arthur's draft horse could go, especially through the dense underbrush. You were grateful that your horse was small and nimble. 

As bullets whipped past you, you prayed that you’d both make it back in one piece.

***

A day later, with a few grazes haphazardly bandaged up, you made it back to camp. It seemed that the people on horseback had mostly gone after you, and had given up when it was clear that you were heading up into Wapiti territory. Once you noticed them leaving you alone, you made your way back to camp the long way, hoping to avoid anyone on the road that might question your beleaguered appearance.

You still had all the valuables on your person, so it wasn’t like you were coming back empty handed. You did, however, waste a day traveling, so there was that.

As you were giving your horse a carrot, you heard a loud bellow.

“Where the HELL have you been?”

You turned around to see Arthur stomping towards you, a furious look on his face. You’d seen that look directed at men twice your size and seen them flinch at the aura of pure wrath emanating from him.

So of course, you flipped your hair back and stood your ground.

“Been trying to get back without being followed. Where the hell else would I be?”

Arthur came up to you and stood toe to toe with you, glaring, attempting to use his size to force you back.

You didn’t move an inch.

“Maybe you shoulda planned things better, gotten more information before headin’ up into a damn welcome party,” he growled.

“How was I supposed to know that they’d be bringing their whole damn family back?”

“Maybe if you had asked around, you woulda found out.” His tone stayed relatively calm, but his voice was low, almost snarling. He was definitely controlling himself.

You shrugged nonchalantly. “We got out just fine. I’d say that’s a win.”

He suddenly grabbed your wrist and started dragging you away.

“Hey, wait!” You dug your heels into the ground, but it was no use; he was far too strong and just kept pulling on you towards his horse. 

“Arthur, wait, where are you taking me?” you asked as you pulled your arm one last futile time.

“Somewhere private,” he uttered in a threatening tone.

Without another word, he put you on his horse, climbed up behind you, and charged off into the setting sun.

***

A few hours later, as you strained your eyes through the darkness, you saw a small abandoned cabin.

You swallowed. Hard. Turning back to look at Arthur, you paled at the hard glare in his eyes as he glanced at you. The light from the lantern painted his face with harsh shadows; you felt like he was your personal grim reaper, and he was about to bring you to the next world.

He got off the horse and hitched it, put the lantern down, and held his arms out to you.

“C’mon.”

Your heart pounded rapidly. Why did he bring you here?

He sighed at the look on your face. “I ain’t gonna kill you. Be a waste of a life. Now c’mere.”

You let him help you down from his horse, but you shivered uncontrollably. 

“You finally showin’ some sense?” he asked, taking your hand and leading you into the cabin, the lantern revealing a sparsely furnished space.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you retorted, getting some of your sass back, but still feeling the underlying fear in your belly.

He shut the door behind you and then shoved you against it. “I mean, you understand how your impatience got us in trouble?”

You couldn’t say a word. He was right. You hadn’t exactly done a deep dive into the situation; you saw that there was a couple living in that house, you saw that they had left and had not come back two nights in a row. You didn’t investigate beyond that.

Looking up at Arthur, who had grown up doing this kind of thing, with his years of experience and his cool, collected demeanor, you bit your lip in frustration and looked away. He made all of this look easy. You just wanted to be on his level; you wanted to impress him. 

Because all you wanted was for him to look at you as more than just someone to chaperone. You weren’t that much younger than him, maybe just a few years. You lived a different life before you were thrust into this one a few years ago; but you had other skills, transferable skills that usually helped. Your impatience got in the way this time, that was all. 

Arthur sighed. “I’m tryin’ ta protect you. Don’t make it harder for me to keep you alive.”

“Fine,” you muttered. "I understand. I'm sorry. Can we go back now?" 

When Arthur was silent for too long, you looked back at him. Your eyes widened at the feral look in his eyes. You had never seen him like this before; it was as if he had taken off a mask and was revealing something deep down that he kept hidden from everyone else at camp.

“Arthur?” you said in a very small voice.

“When you didn’t come back after I did…” he trailed off. He dropped the lantern and stared at you for a few moments, as if he were coming to a decision. Taking you by the wrists, he dragged you towards the bed. You let him lead you, knowing it was useless trying to fight against his strength. He shoved you on the bed and straddled you, keeping you from moving.

Then he started to tie your wrists to the bedpost.

You thrashed under him as panic welled up in your chest. “Arthur, wait, wait, what are you doing?”

“Stay still,” he snarled, and you immediately stilled. “You’re gonna feel how I felt yesterday.” He finished tying your wrists, then he grabbed one of your ankles and tied it to the bedpost at the foot of the bed.

“How is this like how you felt?” you said, your voice high pitched.

“Helpless,” he said.

You held your breath. Arthur Morgan, felt helpless?

“I didn’t know where you were, didn’t know where to even start lookin’ for ya.” He finished tying your ankle.

Then he covered your body, burying his face in your hair, nipping at your earlobe. He ground his hips against yours, and you felt a stirring in your body. 

"Nearly lost my mind, worryin’," he mumbled into your ear. 

Your fear melted away as he kissed your neck and your cheek and your temple. He held your face in his hands and forced you to look up at him as he stared intensely into your eyes. 

"Don't ever disobey me again." He pressed his forehead to yours, as if he was trying to will you into doing his bidding. 

That command bristled against your very nature. "I'll do what I need to do," you gritted out. 

"And what you need to do is listen to me," he said pointedly, and kissed you before you could respond. 

"No!" you breathed when he finally let you up for air. 

Arthur glared at you. "You need to learn when to let someone else take charge."

You huffed and looked away. Hearing a chuckle, you glanced back at him. A wry smile was on his lips, amusement in his eyes, as he began to unbutton your blouse.

“A-Arthur?”

“Hmm?”

“Are… are you serious?”

“Very,” he rasped as he pulled your blouse up your arms, exposing your chemise. He pulled that up and over your head too, sliding all the fabric up to your bound wrists. He made quick work of your pants and drawers as well, sliding them off your free leg and down your bound one. Leaning back, he took in your naked form with an admiring eye. Meanwhile, you burned from embarrassment.

“Arthur, please…” you trailed off. You weren’t sure what you were begging for, especially once he started to brush his fingers on your exposed skin. He traced unseen patterns down your sides, across your hips, and back up around your breasts, avoiding the peaks where you wanted to be touched the most. He leaned down, kissing different parts of you, nipping at you and licking every once in a while as you whimpered. His mouth was just another tool he used to torture you as he kissed your inner thigh.

“You gonna listen?” he said from between your legs. When you remained silent, he lightly stroked your slit, back and forth, barely enough pressure to alleviate the desire that was flooding your veins.

“Okay, yes, I’ll listen!” you finally said, exasperated. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please, touch me!”

He laughed softly as he crawled back up your body to look you in the eyes. “Oh, but I am touchin’ you, sweetheart.”

“More!”

Arthur leaned in to nuzzle noses with you. “So greedy.” He finally slipped one finger inside of your dripping pussy, and you moaned as you felt him slowly pulse his finger in and out of you.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“More!” you begged again.

His laugh was almost sadistic as he pushed another finger into you and continued his slow tease of your body. His other hand gently plucked your nipples, lazily drawing circles around them before tweaking them gently. He watched you writhe as you tried to push yourself into his touch, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

“Lie still,” he commanded. You took a deep breath, willing yourself to let him take over, to just obey. It was against everything you believed in, to just blindly do as you were told, but when Arthur’s glare turned dangerous once more, you let out a shaky breath and stayed still.

Assured that you would stay still, he pulled away from you and started taking off his clothes. You watched in awe as you saw all of him revealed to you as he stripped off everything, letting you see how aroused he was.

Oh dear. You didn’t know he was that big.

You started trembling when he came back to you, an intensity to his presence that made your heart rate spike and your breathing speed up. He hummed low as he nipped at your throat, the sound vibrating through you as he rubbed his cock along your slit.

You gasped as he nudged your opening.

“W-wait,” you breathed.

“You didn’t wait for me,” he growled, and started forcing you open.

You groaned, his thickness penetrating you slowly, burning like fire as he grabbed your neck and forced you to look at him as he took you. You writhed, using your free leg to push at him so you could get a moment to get used to his size, but it was like trying to stop a train; he was too strong, too intent on making you completely his, right now, right at this moment.

His cock slid all the way in, and he grabbed your free leg and wrapped it around his waist. His eyes sparked with lust in the dim lantern light, his grin wolfish, with a hint of cruel glee. 

"Can't do nothin' 'cept ride it out," he said in a low tone as he started to roll his hips, drawing out sounds of reluctant pleasure from your throat. He kept a hold of your neck as he fucked you, his grip letting you know you were his to control as he kissed you everywhere he could reach. Your neck and shoulder were peppered with red marks from where he sucked on your skin, and your lips were swollen from his breathtaking kisses. 

When your body grew taut with your impending climax, he rode you harder; he made low, guttural sounds as each stroke came with the sound of flesh thumping against flesh and the soft creak of the bed below you.

“You’ll be much happier if you understand that yer mine, sweetheart,” he rumbled. Then he leaned in to your ear and licked your earlobe before he whispered, “All mine.”

Letting go was so easy, after handing control over to him. You cried out his name as your climax exploded through your body, the blissful sensations washing your mind of everything else. With your one free leg, you clung tightly to him, using your heel to keep him inside of you. All you wanted was this deep connection, this warmth surrounding you, filling you up and making you feel safe and protected.

“Feel good, darlin’?”

You nodded.

“Good. My turn.” He pulled out of you to flip you over, roughly moving you onto your elbows and knees. 

You started to shiver. You weren’t a fan of this position; you couldn’t see him, and you didn’t like having anyone behind you like this. Perhaps it was a control thing like Arthur had said, but the worst feeling in the world to you was when someone was right behind you. It was why you always positioned yourself to have your back against a wall or a tree, or if you were out in the open, you always moved to where you could see everyone.

“Easy, girl,” he crooned. “S’okay. I’ve got you.” Gripping your neck with one hand, he leaned over you and stroked your body, petting you as if he were calming a skittish animal, uttering  calming phrases lovingly in your ear.

“There you go, just trust me. You’re alright.”

When you had finally stopped shivering, he lay a sensual kiss on the back of your neck. “Good girl.”

Pressing down on the small of your back, he slowly buried himself inside of you, a steady invasion that made you let out a low moan as you felt every inch of him. Once he was all the way in, he slowly moved out again as the grip on your neck tightened, as if he wanted to remind you who was in charge. His thrusts were controlled and smooth.

“How’s it feel?”

You just moaned.

“That good, huh?”

You nodded.

He kissed your shoulder as he moved faster. “You tell me if it hurts, darlin’,” he said softly.

He sped up, though his thrusts felt ever in control as he leaned over and wrapped an arm across your shoulders, grabbing the headboard to keep himself steady as he covered you with his broad body. He made you feel like he was shielding you from the world as he buried his face into your neck, his breathing becoming hard and unsteady. You could feel him reaching his limits as his pounding intensified.

“Gonna make you mine,” he growled before he thrust deep inside of you with a long moan. You felt his spend flooding you, spilling from where the two of you were joined so intimately. His hips moved in short, jerky strokes for a little while afterwards as he wrung out every last drop inside of you as you collapsed down to the mattress. He slid out from you as you fell, and he casually lay on his side next to you, running his hand up and down your back, petting you lazily as one would a cat.

You finally turned to your side to look at him with a questioning expression. You were too tired to form words at the moment.

“I told you I’d make you mine,” he said as he continued to run his hands along your waist, then down to your belly. “And I’ll do it over and over again ‘til it takes.”

You swallowed, feeling your arousal flutter back to life at the thought of him finishing inside you, and then finally found enough brain cells to speak. “Since when?”

“Since you joined. Saw that fire in your eyes. Had to make you mine.” He shifted closer to you, holding your chin between his thumb and fingers. “Didn’t want anyone else gettin’ close to you.”

You suddenly understood his behavior now. His constant need to watch you, claiming at first that you were new and not to be trusted, and then later on, his insistence that you were new to the outlaw life and needed guidance. That tension you had felt when the two of you were alone, when the two of you were waiting for nightfall for a robbery, or when the two of you were heading back to camp, the intense stares that made your heart beat like crazy, they were all because Arthur wanted to make you his.

Completely, inescapably his.

As he untied you and pulled you close, he stroked your hair tenderly like his treasured pet. You fell asleep, thinking that if this was what it felt like to be owned by Arthur Morgan, maybe giving up control wasn’t so bad, after all.

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End Notes: Uh, this went in a slightly different direction than what I had initially planned… but as long as someone gets hot and bothered by the idea, then I guess it’s okay? Hope you like this @highlandcowgirl!

Wednesday's Fic Preview:

RDR2; Arthur x Female Reader; Fluff, Flirting

   “Alright, Morgan.  This will only take a second.”

   Arthur rode his horse closer and closer to the train station, the pit in his stomach getting deeper and deeper.  He had done this a dozen times - unfortunately - and no one had ever given him any sort of trouble, but paying off bounties, especially ones of this size, always made him nervous.  The thought of a gang of bounty hunters stalking him from around a corner, ready to jump him before he could right his wrongs, always loomed in Arthur’s mind. But it was important to Dutch that the whole gang keep their reputation positive and profile low.  Paying off any and all bounties was crucial.

   Arthur hitched his horse on the post at the end of the station and walked the short distance across the platform to the teller window.  A family was waiting patiently for the train to arrive, and two men played Dominos at the other end of the platform.

   “Just one minute!”  the clerk called from the back of the postage room.

   Arthur nodded and tried to relax, rubbing his thumb over the wad of cash in his pocket.  He tried to add up exactly how much he was paying off: one hundred-something from Saint Denis, plus fifty or so from that thing in Rhodes, and then there was that scuffle in Strawberry that wasn’t even his fault, and maybe a fine or two for getting drunk in Annesburg and maybe accidentally trespassing…

   “Are you in line?”

   Arthur turned to see a young lady standing behind him, looking up at him with wondering eyes.

   “Oh, yeah, I, uh, I was just waitin’, but you can go on ahead.”  Arthur took a step out of the way and gestured in front of himself.

   “Oh no, that’s quite alright,” you said, smiling politely at the rough stranger in front of you.  “You were here first.”

   “Please, I’m sure you have somethin’ very important to mail.”

   “Sir!”  The clerk waved Arthur up to the window.  “What can I do for you?”

   “I, uh…”  Arthur glanced behind him to see you fiddling with the string on your package as you waited.  Of course, when he needed to pay off his crimes a pretty lady was right behind him - and this payment was his highest yet.  What would she think of him now?

Find the rest on Wednesday on AO3

i so badly need some sort of desperate sex with john, like… him being a whiny bitch 🥴

AGREED. HEAVY AGREE.

John had you laid on his cot, your hands tangled in his stringy dark hair as he buried his mouth into your pussy. His tongue swirled around your clit before diving into your hole. You tugged his hair roughly, pulling him deeper inside which makes him groan loudly. You swear you could see him trying to hump something.

He nudges his nose against your clit and tightens the grip he has on your thighs. “Fuck, darling… taste so good…” He groans and picks up the pace. Your legs began to shake and you buck your hips upward. “God damn it, John.” You moan. You start to feel yourself getting close, a warmth pooling in your belly. “I’m close.”

You feel him smile against your pussy before he pulls away. “Yeah? Good.” He stands up, unbuttons his pants and pulls his cock out. He was hard. Like really hard. He strokes his cock a few times as he stares down at your naked body. God you were attractive. Every time he saw you like this he couldn’t help but get aroused.

“God… your body, darling.” He grabs your ankles and pulls you down so your ass is at the edge of the bed. He grabs your breast rather roughly which makes you moan. He chuckles and releases it. God. That stupid smile. It gave you butterflies every time.

“I’ve been needing you all day, seein’ you pickpocket those fools in Valentine today… God.” He mumbles as he presses soft kisses to your neck.

“Then fuck me already, Marston” You roll your eyes with a smile. John was always so incredibly charming without even trying to be.

He grins and trails his hand down your bare chest. His fingers run up your breast before rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. He leans closer and moves his kisses down your chest as well. He takes your other nipple in his mouth and gently bites down. You whine, his mouth was so warm.

“John please… you’re being too slow.” You grumble. He pulls his lips away with a pop and grins. “Alright alright… relax, woman.”

He lines himself up with your hole, rubbing his cock head up and down slowly. With a deep breath John slowly pushes himself inside of you. John watches your face with a teasing smirk as you focus on adjusting to his size. “Aren’t you cute.”

You groan in embarrassment, he was incredibly annoying during sex too. Charming, but annoying.

He suddenly begins to rock his hips back and forth despite not bottoming out like he usually does. You glance up at his face and see how red his cheeks have become. He moves his hands to your waist and presses his fingers into the fat of your stomach. He lets out a low groan, nearly sounding like a growl as he picks up the pace.

You whimper softly and dig your nails into the blankets below the two of you. “J-Jesus John…” You squirm which makes him whimper.

You feel your belly flutter at the noise. He really was desperate, his eyes watering. “F-Fuck… you’re fucking clinging to me.” He picks up the pace a little. Soft breathy whines escape his lips as he tightens his hold on your waist. His face is dusted a cute shade of pink.

John mumbles something under his breath before fully bottoming out. He lets out a loud moan, loud enough for camp to hear but he doesn’t care. He needs you. You move your hands from the sheets to his back, digging your nails into his skin. “F-Fuck… fuck!” You moan loudly. Your legs move on their own, wrapping themselves around his waist tightly, your heels digging into his lower back, pulling him closer.

He whimpers and whines, pounding into you. “Damn it, darling… fucking feel s’good.” He mutters before crashing his lips to yours. He’s rutting into you desperately, the closer he gets the louder he becomes. “N-Needed this… needed you. So beautiful… fuck!” He whimpers pathetically, like a desperate animal.

John moves his head down and buries it in the crook of your neck. “I’m gonna cum soon… gonna…” He mutters into your skin. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten. “M-Me too… I’m close, John.”

He gently bites down on your shoulder and snaps his hips forward harder than before. “Please let me… inside… you feel so good.” Without hesitation you nod and almost instantly you feel hot ropes of his cum fill you up. He lets out a guttural cry and digs his fingers into your skin with bruising force.

After a few seconds your hand finds his wrist. You guide his hand towards your clit wordlessly. He begins to rub tight circles, panting heavily. “Y-You’re so good… so good to me… thank you.”

WAAAGGHHHHH I FINALLY WROTE SMTHN KINDA BIG!!! YIPPEEE!!!!

im feeling so very evil could you write about reader asking to watch john jack off good lord 🤤🤤🤤

YES OFC SHXHENNDJW THATS SO HOT

“You wanna…. huh?” His brows furrow in confusion.

“I wanna watch you touch yourself” You say nonchalantly. The two of you are sitting in his tent. You’re on your knees on the ground and he’s sitting on a chair.

“I can see how hard you are… you’ve been like that all night.” You grin and shift slightly. “I know you’d like it too. You get so vocal during sex it’s almost like you want people to see”

His cheeks flush which makes his scars darken slightly. “N-Now how would I even…?”

“Just do what you usually do when I’m not around.” You cut him off, a cute smile plastered on your lips.

He sighs and stares down at you, meeting your eyes.

“This is embarrassing…” He mutters under his breath as he begins to undo his belt.

Your eyes light up as you watch him take his cock out. John lets out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding as he holds his cock in front of you.

“You’re already leaking precum.” You tease. “You’ve been squirming and shifting around all night.”

He groans as he swipes his thumb over his slit. “ ‘s your fault… you keep… teasin’ me” He uses his precum to get his shaft wet, stroking it slowly.

You back up with a smug smile as you watch. He keeps a slow pace to start, trying to avoid meeting your eyes.

“Y’know, you gotta give me something to work with here.” He pants, his brows knitting together.

You click your tongue and smile. “Come on, John… my pretty face isn’t enough?” You tease.

He bites his lower lip in an attempt to stifle his moans as he begins to picture your face covered in his cum… begging for more of him.

His pace begins to pick up slightly. His fist stutters as he gets closer and closer

He bucks up into his hand groans. “Fuck…” You giggle and inch closer. “Getting close?” You tease, placing your hand on his thigh

He nods and bites his lower lip. He didn’t want to admit how much he was enjoying this, enjoying you.

His breathing became laboured which soon turned into heavy panting. “Fuck! F-Fuck….” He groans and tosses his head back. Hot cum spills into his hand, his hips stuttering as he begins to come down from his orgasm.

His cheeks are flushed and he has a small grin on his face. “Jesus…” He chuckles. “I gotta clean up.”

You smile. “Looks like you had fun though, hm?” You tease.

“Yeah, guess so” He says with a smirk. “Next time we better switch places.”

i am thinking about john marston eating you out and cumming in his pants because you taste so good hmgnfbmfngmdndndmsm

RDR2 Writing Collection

Since it seems like I’m not stopping any time soon here’s an organized list of my RDR2 works. :) I’ll update this every time I write something else. REQUESTS CLOSED - Sorry really busy :’ ) I’ll come back someday

🌲 = New Story

How the Gang Kisses You

The Gang with a Plus Sized Lover

The Gang as Fathers

 The Gang’s Kinks and Fantasies 

 Valentine’s Day with the Gang

How The Gang Comforts You After a Nightmare

Micah’s Little Sister 

The Gang Catching Feelings for You

Bitter Sweet Goodbye - You Die in Their Arms

The Longest Night (Arthur x Fem!Reader)

Saved by the Gang - Your SO saves you from your kidnappers

Save Yourself - GN! Reader x Various (Arthur convinces you to leave the gang)

The Price of Cake - Charles x Reader 

Soulmates - Josiah x Reader

N/A

Ghost Riders - Reader x Arthur x Charles