#Dutch Anderson

[mx-pastelwriting]

Saving My Fanfiction Work

First. Side note: This post was only intended to give resources to fanfiction writers and enjoyers. My talk on recent political events was a context/reasoning on why I made this post. Also I’ve had to add more information to this post over time due to people’s confusion in my comments. Explaining it was to make sure that this post didn’t come off as out of the blue for my followers and this community. Which is fanfiction.

Also, why I made this post was from people asking if they could download my fanfiction because of the recent political events in America hence why I named it “saving my fanfiction work” and added my context. So this was also a post to tell people that liked my fanfiction they could download it as long as it was for their personal collection. I merely just wanted to list resources to people who wanted to download fanfiction and don’t know where to start or don’t have the immediate resources. I’m not here to fear-monger. I am just giving resources and the reasoning on why I’m giving them along with urging people to look into those information/recent events as staying aware is important. I respect everybody who’s given their opinion and yes, some of my grammar in this post is not adequate as this post was merely made for giving/stating resources.

Lastly, I will no longer update this post with comments as I’ve said my peace, nor will I pay attention to the notifications as they are muted. As my page is for fanfiction not politics. Thank you for the people in this community who share this post for the resources see you around the tags! Stay safe friends!!✨ Remember I love you! And you are loved!💛

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Due to the recent events in the United States. To clarify the recent events being Trump becoming president of the United States, Project 2025 more than likely going to be integrated. If you are not familiar with Project 2025 I urge you to look it up.

Along with the KOSA bill that has many problems and it has passed the senate now needing the finally vote in the house, which both are majority red. Go here to learn more on why it needs to be stopped and how you can. This is another component that will harm our communities. Go to: stopkosa.com

With all of its harmful plans some of the plans are to take down/restrict internet sites that have LGBTQ+ communities that means communities like the fan-fiction communities/sites in the United States.

I am only giving resources to those inside and out of the US in case they banned sites that hold fan-fiction. Better safe than sorry.

Being that I live in the US the possibly of mine and many others Fanfiction has the possibly of being in danger. Therefore I'm giving you recourses. (I'm not leaving or stopping my writing, I'm here for the fight!)

For those wanting to save my fanfiction, I give you permission to download them off of AO3 and to be used for your personal collection. Meaning, your eyes only. To clarify I’m saying this as others have asked if they could download my fanfic so for those who would like to you can.

If you do not know how to download them many others on online have tutorials on how to download them and add them to our phone libraries.

Here are some links to tutorials:

Downloading Fanfic

Adding to Iphone & Android Library

Adding to Kindle Library - Video on How (On TikTok)

Adding Book Covers (At the bottom) - Good EPUB Cover Changer (I use this)

Types of Files and What they mean

Please stay safe out there! Remember to follow the rules below.

DO NOT share the downloaded file anywhere online.

DO NOT repost the downloaded file under your name.

Fanfiction is protected under copyright law when plagiarism is involved. If you plagiarize my work, either a piece or whole in any language, I will take legal action. Inspiration or the same idea does NOT apply to this, only word-for-word plagiarism in any language.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does not consent to their fanfiction being copied, copied & credited, translated, used in videos and/or audios, screenshotted, used in AI, or reposted on any other platform without permission.

♥ mx-pastelwriting does give consent to "reblog," sharing links to direct work, and being in recommend lists.

Please stay safe out there friends! I love you so much! Know that there will always people that love you and in for the fight to make sure you are loved!

And here are some resources in case you don’t feel okay! Resources here

[crowlixcx]

bring glee back i wanna see those freaks do brat

[josephquinnswhore]

I got no idea how I’m pumping out these fics tbh LMAOOO

But I’m sort of running out of ideas… leave prompts below pls 🧎🏻‍♀️

Can be smut/fluff/angst/dark as fuck. 🫶🏼⚠️

[certifiedbandicootplaya]

Me the second I’ve seen any piece of media

x reader fanfics <3

[urdeadsweetheart]

GLAMOUR

[koskela-knights]

Dancing at Sea

Let us dance, my love

Dancing at Sea

Saga teaching Ilmo how to style Logan’s hair

[wildflowerdoeeyed]

JUST GIRLY THINGS

if only he didn’t talk about my tits all the time not cool man no male rdr2 fans have been decent 🙂‍↕️

[dollsinvogue]

Rainbow High Ruby Anderson hat » Von Dutch hat

[cherryroan]

mutuals with similar interests? ᖭ༏ᖫ

HII !! I'm bug, I'm 16, sapphic, and obsessed with chappell roan.

i have other interests too, but most recently I've been hyperfixated on chappell roan and boygenius.

some of my other interests / music I like rn would consist of;

clairo

faye webster

billie eilish

jeff buckley

charli xcx

the last dinner party

adrianne lenker

boygenius' solo works

red dead redemption 2

the last of us, part one and two

psychological horror

romance films

... ermmm I think that's just about it for now !! ♡ / ⟲ for moots!

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Hotel Exotica 1998

[lilmissnatcat24]

for the fucking LIFE of me i can't get the idea of a mass effect fic that's literally just the plot of red dead 2 out of my head. heist gone wrong, on the run from the alliance, and instead of shep getting tuberculosis (bc lets be real in the year of our lord 2183 diseases like that don't exist) she gets indoctrinated and it's happening slowly and she can't help it but she CAN try to redeem herself before she looses herself completely IS THAT TOO DARK FOR PEOPLE TO ACTUALLY READ

(also sean=grunt and lenny=tali BUT I FEEL LIKE THAT'S TOO MUCH)

except writing whump makes my dead unfeeling heart soar

[mx-pastelwriting]

me: feeling like I'm using the words your and you too much, but I'm fucking writing in the second person.

[fogaminghub]

🌟✨ Master the "New South" mission in Red Dead Redemption 2 with our detailed guide! 🎮 Whether you're looking to knock out Anders Anderson without taking a hit or catch a fish with Dutch and Hosea, we've got all the tips you need! Hook that Gold Medal! 🎣💥

[bblairxe]

content warnings : fingering ( r receiving ) , praise , nsfw , porn w/ plot , a lot of tension , a lot of eye contact , idk man it’s just freaky

wc : 2k

note : bro it wasn’t even supposed to be this damn long i’m just a freaking sucker for pwp 😓. but yeah this was supposed to come out a couple days ago but i kept losing motivation, so i just wanted to finish this up today. sorry if it’s booty dookie cheeks ! this is a part two of this , but it can be read by itself ! minors / men do not interact or i will find you ( that’s a promise not a threat )

    a soft knock echoes through abby’s apartment, followed by the sound of unlocking. the door opens, your body filling the frame. a mix of hesitation and anticipation swirl in your eyes. 

    “you’ve made it i see.” abby says, a soft smile playing on her face. 

    “yeah, it was a bit of traffic, but you know i managed.” you replied, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. 

    the two of you lock eyes, the moment stretching longer than it should, until abby snaps out of it and clears her throat. “sorry, come inside.” 

    your steps are soft as you look around the high rise apartment. it feels like you’re finally being let in her world, taking occasional glances at small paintings hung on the wall. 

    a certain portrait catches your eye, it’s one of abby and her mother. she has her arms wrapped tightly around a golden trophy, the biggest smile stretched across her face. she’s wearing her signature dutch braid, dirt and grime smeared all over her cheeks. her mother’s arm rested on her shoulder, holding abby close to her. it’s such a beautiful sight it almost makes you tear up, but the sound of abby’s footsteps startles you, quickly setting the frame down. 

    “i was so proud of myself that day,” she chuckles, her voice calm as she reminisces about the memory. “won first place in a soccer tournament.” 

    you look up and smile at abby, “who’s the lady?” 

    she’s silent for a moment, and for a second, you’re sure you’ve overstepped her boundaries. the thought sits heavy in your chest, but her face doesn’t change—her soft smile stays in place, and her eyes still hold that same nostalgic warmth.

    “my mother,” she pauses, thinking back to that day. “she was my biggest supporter along with my father.” 

    “she’s a beautiful woman, ms. anderson.” your tone is genuine and light, moving your hand to place over hers.

    the gesture is small, and abby should brush it off, but she doesn’t. her body turns to face yours, and something about the way she looks at you ignites a feeling within. maybe it’s the way her compressed tee shows off her muscles perfectly, or how her face framing strands bring out her facial structure, or maybe it’s her hunger - filled eyes scanning your body up and down. 

    she adjusts your hand, her fingers now interlocked with yours. her body turns to guide the two of you to the couch, the vanilla scented candle fills your nostrils. its a beautiful sight, a fire place just beneath a flat screen tv. ceiling to floor windows right behind the two accessories, projecting the city life to you, and your mouth falls open in awe.

   she chuckles at your expression before asking, “can i get you anything?” you just melt at her words. her soft eyes and caring eyes traps you further into her spell. 

    “just you,” your words are slightly above a whisper, patting to the empty spot next to you. 

    her cheeks redden at that, the feeling of someone actually wanting her presence is so foreign it’s painful. a small, hesitant nod is all she gives before settling into the spot beside you. you don’t mean to, but you do, your gaze focuses down to her lap. her legs are spread, wide enough to be considered manspreading and enough to fit you in between them.   

    “you with me, princess?” her voice is so low and smooth you almost don’t catch it, but there’s no missing the way her look lingers on you.

    “yea, yeah, i’m here — sorry just uh, sorry, yeah, hi.” your words come out stumbled and mixed, and you’ve neverbeen more embarrassed in your life.

    another soft laugh leaves her lips, an ‘it’s okay’ following right after. she places a hand on your thigh, running it up and down. “you know,” she starts, her eyes meeting yours, “your grades have improved a lot since that lesson. i think you deserve to be shown how proud you make me.” 

    your breathing starts to come out in small hitches, your thoughts going a thousand miles per minute. that familiar trance like state comes again, her words turn into background noise and all you can think about is her hand on your body. 

    she notices the way your pupils dilate, that dazed expression on your face appearing once again. “love, you’ve gotta pay attention when i’m speaking.” she muttered, inching her hand from your thigh to your hip. 

    “yeah, sorry, i’m listening,” you stammer, shaking your head to rid the lewd thoughts from infiltrating once again. 

    “it’s alright, here,” both of her hands find purchase on your hips, pulling you to straddle her lap. 

    the sudden movement was shocking. sure, you and abby have been close before, but never full body contact kind of close. you’re practically inhaling her exhales, hell you could count each freckle on her face if you wanted. her hands remain steady on you, tracing slow, deliberate circles against your sides. she’s wearing that same mixture of cologne and perfume again, and it takes everything in you to keep yourself from losing it completely.

    “you okay?” abby asks softly, her voice is barely above a whisper. her eyes search yours, warm but heavy with something unspoken.

    “yeah, i’m good” you manage to say, though your voice is shaky, and each breath comes out faster than the last.

    “you sure?” her lips quirk up slightly, teasing but tender, “you look a little . . . overwhelmed.”

    “i’m fine,” you insist, a small giggle breaking in between your words, “just wasn’t expecting this” 

    “oh really? thought you liked surprises,” she tilts her head slightly, her braid shifting over her shoulder. 

    her words have a playful undertone, but the way she’s looking at you tells a much different story.

    “depends on the surprise.” 

    “this one a good surprise?” 

    “very. too good maybe,” it feels as if your cheeks are hotter than earth’s core. you bring your fingers up to play with her face framing pieces, swirling them around your finger. 

    “too good?” abby echoes, her smile present through her words. “don’t tell me you’re scared of me now.” 

    “never.” 

    her breath hitches, her hands trailing up to your waist and back down to your hips. the air between you feels tense, heavy with the kind of tension that makes your heart flutter.

    you lean in closer, your fingers sliding up her shoulder and brushing against the loose strands of her braid. a sudden urge to wrap your hand around the base of her braid and tug hits you. you give in, slipping your hand up and giving the slightest pull, just to see how she reacts.

    but oh, she liked that, more than she needed to. an exasperated gasp leaves her lips, her eyes softening. her fingers tightened around your waist, using it as a way to stabilize herself. you felt her hips buck up ever so slightly and her body slowly sink further into the couch. 

    your faces draw closer and her breath mixes with yours. she brings her hand up to rest on your cheek, nervousness setting in as she pulls you closer, until your lips meet. the kiss is cautious at first, waiting to see if either of you would pull away, but she notices the way you respond, your fingers pulling harder, your body pressing into her, how your hips begin to grind against her lap. 

    “you’re so damn beautiful,” she mutters before slamming her lips back into yours. 

    the kiss becomes hungry and filled with lust. her tongue brushing against your bottom lip, begging to be let in. your lips trail from her lips to her jaw, sucking and licking every part of her. 

    “so eager, hm?” she teases, her fingers toying with your waistband. 

    she pulls her head away from your needy kisses to look back at you, searching for any sign that you want to stop. but, you might as well have read her mind saying, “i want this, i want you.”

    she grins at your words, leaning in to press a quick peck to your lips before tugging your bottoms off. one hand dips under the hem of your shirt, calloused fingers brushing against your waist. the other guiding your hips into a slow rhythm against her lap. 

    “can we get this off too, angel?” her breath tickling your neck but she plants a swift kiss as forgiveness. her hand just at the base of your bra, not going any higher. 

    you give a hesitant nod, too focused on the way the material of her sweatpants feel against your damp cunt. the fabric of shirt flies over your head, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties.

    you’ve never felt so bare, but so comfortable in front of someone before. sure, you’ve been intimate with people before but it’s never felt this way, never felt so cared for. 

    her finger traces along the slit of your cotton underwear, feeling the texture of your swollen clit on her finger tips. a soft, satisfied hum escapes her lips as she feels how soaked you are. “you’re already this wet f’ me?” her words are teasing but filled with warmth. 

    your breath hitches at both her words and the sensation, slowly rocking your hips to gain more friction. “you make it impossible to resist,” you whisper, your voice trembling with each movement of her hands. 

    she plants a long kiss on your neck, her fingers slowly inching towards your core. “that’s what i like to hear.” 

    her words send a shiver down your spine. before you can respond, your panties are pulled aside. a hiss leaves your lips, the sudden temperature change is uncomfortable at first, but it’s soon replaced with something better: pleasure.

    before you can think, you’re being filled with abby’s thick calloused fingers. plunging in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. your mouth falls agape and your head lolls forward, resting on her shoulder. 

    it’s slow for a while, her eyes watching how your body reacts to just one of her fingers, making sure to maintain a calm pace. but she wants more than that, she needs to see you fall apart on top of her. “gonna give you 2 angel, ‘kay?” she waits for a response, but all you can manage is a shaky, whined-out “okay.”

    she begins to plant more kisses along the side of your neck, while she fills you with her fingers. of course, she curls her fingers just to hit that spot inside of you, making your eyes roll and her name starts to leave your throat like a chanted mantra. 

    “look at you,” she murmurs, her tone is laced with admiration and awe. her gaze flickers from your eyes and where her fingers disappear inside of you. “you take me so well, baby. so perfect.”

    a wave of heat courses through your body, her words having a very clear effect on you. your hips start moving on their own, meeting each thrust of her fingers with desperation. the scene is downright pornographic, the sound of your arousal filling the room, mixing with the whimpers and moans you can’t hold back. 

“abby,” your hands are clutching at her shoulders, nails leaving little half moons on her skin. “please — don’t stop.”

    “i wont, i’ve got you sweetheart.” 

    her thumb brushes over your clit, and the added sensation has your back arching. her lips find yours again, capturing your noises. it’s absolutely messy, desperate, and consuming — like she wants to devour every sound you make. 

    your legs start to shake around her, the pressure building inside of you about to snap. “abby, i’m —“ you try to warn her but the words are cut off with a guttural moan. 

    your orgasm crashes over you and you’ve never felt so euphoric. it feels as if the entire world has stopped spinning and it’s only the two of you. her fingers still work inside of you, but it’s much more gentle and slower, similar to her pace before. 

    “thaaat’s it, angel. just ride it out,” she whispers, rubbing your back soothingly in attempt to help you come down. “so, so beautiful.” 

     your forehead rests against hers as your breath comes back to normal rate. abby gently withdraws her fingers, her touch careful and reverent, watching your body language. 

    “you okay?” she asks, analyzing your face for any unspoken words. 

    you nod, giggling as you slump down further into her embrace, “more than okay.” 

    a wave of relief washes over her, planting another kiss on your shoulder. “i’m glad, let’s get you cleaned up, love.”

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[zombholic]

BOXER ABBY HEADCANONS 18+ — abby anderson

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— She was really mean when you first met, like she was a big fat bully.

— She’s a hothead!! she gets angry over the smallest things it scares you at times.

— When you guys first met she was comphet, she thought you were the most stunning thing ever but she didn’t know that thinking about ramming her thick fingers into you wasn’t normal for a straight girl.

— You two were always butting heads but she wouldn’t dare lay a finger on your delicate self, she would definitely say very horrible things but never will she touch you like that.

— Slowly you guys started tolerating each other, a soft spot was growing between you guys.

— Boxer!Abby definitely has her nose pierced, she wears a silver hoop, majority of her ears are pierced but when she boxes she has to replace them with her plastic jewelry and puts tape on them.

— She wears dutch braids, she would kill someone if they touched her hair but slowly you were becoming the exception. You started braiding her hair for her, she sat with her knees up and her arms over them between your legs as you were on the couch probably watching a show you two unintentionally decided was gonna be YOUR GUYS show.

— She loves when you help her after a match, unwrapping her hands, taking out her braids, forcing her to shower.

— If she had cuts or bruises on her you were quick to make her sit on the toilet seat as you hovered over her telling her stop whining when something burned.

— After awhile you made the first move, you took her to chilis after she won a match and for some reason you just couldn’t keep your eyes off her.

— You kissed her in the car and confessed your feelings to her, she looked like a kid in a candy store, a big toothy smile as she kissed you repeatedly.

— Abby never had many people in her life that actually stayed so she was constantly on her toes that you would leave her and she couldn’t have that.

— She was a whole different person with you, you truly made her a better person.

NSFW mdi NSFW mdi NSFW

— She loves when your arched on the bed with your ass up, she could fuck you for hours in this position.

— Abby has thick fingers and she loves that she can just curl them inside your cunt and it has you screaming her name.

— This girl has stamina, you would be out cold after two rounds and she’s trying to get you to last a couple more.

— She definitely will mock your moans and whines.

“Oh, is it too much baby? Too much for your little pussy to handle?”

— She has a skin colored strap, girthy with veins, a good 7.5inches.

— She loves having your legs around her shoulders with her cock deep inside you, your nails digging into her arms. God she fucking loves when you leave her in scars.

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[frillydolle]

in a spot of bother

arthur morgan x hyperfem reader

minding your own business as u wait for arthurs return, doing your chores and other little pieces that ms. grinshaw wanted to u. once arthur returns, u had no idea what u were in for...

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ based on “the new south” mission , suggestive?? ; subtle sizekink , arthur is just head for heels for u.

“arthur! what on earth happened?! what did you do?? who-” “just a little scratch, promise you he's fine, miss [name].” hosea says as he pats arthur's shoulder, like a sort of reassurance before he walks off with dutch, leaving u and arthur alone. and u were practically worried like a married wife!

arthur left with hosea and dutch. nothing bad, just for a fishing trip.. like a debrief between the leadership of men after they gang had to relocate after the valentine massacre. but you didn't think that a fishing trip would have arthur come back all beaten up black and blue.

soon ur arm wrapped around his arm as they two of u walked or morelike gently dragged him to his tent, u knew that he wasn't the type to let other people help him but with u? that's.. different. he couldn't say no to u. oh arthur... ur glad he's okay, u knew he's able to take care of himself, but what if- one day-

“'m fine, darlin'. jus' a bruise. helped these lawmen catch these brothers, anderson boys, 'nd one of 'em got me good.” he murmurs before he sets himself down on his cot, taking his hat off before he fingers run through his golden hair.

you were listening to his words while picking up some things to fix up his wounds. u were that ur able to properly relax knowing that's fine, well, despite the wounds, of course. fishing never took that long but then again, u were all outlaws and so anything coukd anything coukd happen at anytime, right?

“anderson boys?... what're they like?”

u say as u as sit down on arthurs lap, stirring sideways ur legs dangle are just a few inches off the ground and arthur instinctively rests his hand across ur thighs and the other wrapped around ur hip, making sure u didn't fall back and hurt urself. they really did a number on him...

“a small gang, four of 'em. met the sheriff's while savin' trewlawny. from the wagon 'nd they picked the lock then climbed onto a passin' train.”

“'nd one of them was alsmost as big 'nd burly as you that u got hit pretty good?” u say with a small giggle which earned a small chuckle from him.

“guess y'can say that but i got him in the end, rode him back to rhodes with depute archibald.”

u shake ur head in disbelief, of course arthur got him in the end. it's no surprise that a man of his stature would easily get other down without a problem. u had no idea what dutch and hosea even fed that man to get him soo big but u never complain. u absolutely adored how big he was in more ways than one. u needed him to just-

the hiss that left his lips caught u out of ur daze. although the pain of the alcohol on an open wounded wasn't that painful. it still stung quite a bit. “'m sorry! didn't mean that.” u say softly, kissing the other side of his face, ur version of an apology. obviously, he knew u didn't mean that, u were just the kindest girl he's ever met, even forgetting that u weren't as morally goof but u were like a saint compares to him.

“its fine, sweetheart, dont worry. 'm fine.” he'd say, disguising how much that did hurt but he knew it was gonna sting more aslong as u continued to clean the wounds on his gruffy face. now looking at him proper, his facial hair needed a trim again, his hair, too.

“'m just happy you're okay, had me worried, you silly man.” u say as u tried to stay serious but the smile appeared on ur face as his gaze looked on u. he always knew how to keep u on ur toes!

“can i give u a trim again? it's gettin' all scruffy again..” “'course, sweet girl. jus' a trim, okay?”