#RedDeadRedemption2

[ajulesr]

Charthur 🤠

All rendered out, happy valentines to anyone who sees this 💐💐💐💐💐💐And here are some flower incase you havent received any yet today :D

[owenwilsonkisser]

Gay old men...hay..

[cuartosol]

john skecthes from december! full drawings over on ptrn :)

[yeralrightboah]

Arthur & Hosea

[antreaslovota]

Quick smoke break.

Just noticed how hairy his arms are. 😳

[deadaena]

charles smith

[hillbillyhipster84]

Josiah Trelawny puts a lot of effort into looking as good as he does. These little curlers were advertised to women in the catalogs to make small curls, BUT, they absolutely were used to curl mustaches!

He totally would have used one.

I got the idea from one of @nathanielsantacruz IG videos. Fantastic little reel 👨🏻!

I don’t mind showing my references in the clip. Many artists do. It’s not lazy or cheating. “It’s magic, clearly”

[shenziart]

Rusreal Modern AU from the end of August

*БОАЗ = BOAZ in eng My HC Javier's car -- Volga GAZ 24, retro car from 80's

[shenzi-town]

[lanaluuart]

Anyone else keep the free Shire in the beginning? He was my secondary horse for hunting trips. I lost him in a rival territory late in the game during a hunt and was very sad. u_u

[eyes-closedmind-open]

Arthur Morgan - the man that you are

[ajulesr]

Charthur sketch 🤠

[kittensguts]

modern?arthur morgan. x

hyperfem! reader.

ᯤ slight dumbification. mandhandling. SO filthy. sweet arthur. quick drabble- I lost motivation :( public? fucking.

“mmmph!.. mmh— nnnnhh!!” your. whines and heavy whimpers were muffled by arthur’s rough hand, tears smudging your makeup, you and arthur had snuck away from the reuniting

gathering that one of his old friends had hosted- in their bathroom. Arthur’s rough voice chuckles from behind you at your pathetic state.

you wanted to moan freely, but sadly it wasn’t your house- when you were the one to stare at Arthur with those big pleading eyes, he knew exactly what you wanted, you were bent

over the pristine white sink, salty tears bubbling in your eyes as they cross when trying to look up at arthur, your little dress hunched up and Arthur’s slacks tugged down to his ankles with his belt discarded.. his rough growls barely kept in as he clenched his bearded jaw.

he flashed you a sweet smile as he noticed your pretty eyes looking up at him. All cross eyed, he leaned in, peeling his palm away from your mouth and holding your chin with his comically large thumb and fingers.

“what is it baby, huh?” he knew what was coming. By the adorable way ur thighs are trembling and your manicured fingers gripping onto the edge of the sink- your saliva coated lips tremble

“w-wann- c-cum…” you say as quietly as you can muster. He almost coos- the dark, lazy look in his eyes deepens, his hips snap against the fat of your ass- his fat cock sliding in and out of the creamy gummy walls of your pussy eith ease- and an intense speed, as to the many times he’s stretched it out. With that fuckin smirk on his lips, u knew he wanted you to say the magic word.

“ please— please a-arthur.. I- I’m so close- h-hngh!! “ “ atta girl. “ he goes even faster, your jaw falls open as your eyes cross whilst looking up at him— the drool in your mouth dripping down your chin and onto his palm-

he tutts, hearing how your quiet whimpers and whining grows a little louder. His other hand gripping tightly onto your ass slaps it gently- Watching it jiggle back like jelly aa you jolt and whine. “ swallow your drool babygirl. Don’t make such a mess in people’s houses- behave. “

you nod brainlessly as you clamp your puffy lips shut and swallow, looking up at him and his smug grin that disappeared in a second as his eyes roll to the back of his and he let out a loud groan. ur pussy. clenched tight around him. You bit your lip as you felt ur eyes watering again- he fucks even harder, your body jolting as you muffle your cries with the sleeve of your soft dress.

not proof read I’m going to sleep 😴😴

[punctatum]

Arthur Morgan x dysphoric!ftm reader

Warnings: Developed relationship w/ Arthur, dysphoria mentions, transphobia, reader is ftm, reader is referred to as he/him, angst, fluff, supportive Arthur, one shot, short

To say today was rough was an understatement. The Van Der Linde gang, surprisingly, were the only people in your life who accepted you and gendered you correctly. When you went on a mission to Saint Denis with Arthur and Javier, you were misgendered by everybody you came across and it made you feel like shit. You thought that you were passing since recently, even strangers were gendering you correctly, but now you felt like all your progress was lost. Passing wasn’t something you typically cared about, but when you were out and about, especially in a place such as Saint Denis.

To make matters somehow worse, when the three of you were in a bar, a man mistook you for a prostitute and attempted to get you to leave with him. Not only did it make you furious, but it made Arthur furious. When he corrected the man and told him that you were a guy, it made the stranger get more cruel towards you. “Fairy!” He shouted in your direction as he left.

“Don’t worry about it, Hermano.” Javier muttered to you once the man was out of earshot. “You’re more a man than he ever will be.” Arthur nodded in response to Javier’s statement. “That’s the truth.” Maybe they were right, but you couldn’t help but feel dysphoric.

When you got back to camp, you immediately headed for your tent and slumped into your bed, determined to wallow in your sorrows for the rest of the day. Curling up with your blanket, you felt too numb to even cry. “You’ll never be a real boy.” Your brain repeated this horrible statement over and over and over until Arthur stepped inside your tent, interrupting your thoughts. “You feelin’ alright, y/n?” He asked softly, yet not condescendingly. Arthur was a man. He was the image in the dictionary when you found the word. Sometimes, that made you feel more dysphoric, but you knew you shouldn’t be feeling that way, especially not because of Arthur. “I’m fine.” You mumbled.

“You never mean you’re fine when you say it.” Arthur retorted, your bed creaking as he sat at the edge of it. “Is it because of what happened during the mission?” How did he always know? Your prolonged silence was enough of an answer for Arthur while he placed his hand on the top of your head and ran his fingers through your hair. “Javier was right, you know: you’re more a man than that prick ever will be.” His words were an attempt at comforting you, but you always felt otherwise. “Mmm…” You grumbled, pulling your blanket further up your body, hiding your face.

“I’m not gonna let you lie in bed for the rest of the goddamn day. Come on, get up. I’ll take you fishing.” When Arthur decides something like this, it isn’t worth anybody’s time to attempt to convince him otherwise. He hoisted you out of the bed and gently rubbed your back as you pulled on your boots. “Look, y/n. If you think you’re a man, then that’s that. Only you can make that decision. No stranger will change that.” He spoke into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You fell back onto his chest, desperately searching for more comfort, and as if knowing this, he wrapped his arms around you. “You’ll be okay, darlin’.”

—END—

[yeralrightboah]

'I connected the wire, but we won't talk abt that'

[antreaslovota]

The hands on this man make me feel something.