#arthur morgan headcanon

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

˗ˏˋ Arthur Morgan Modern!AU Headcanons ´ˎ˗

To answer this ask from the lovely @crystalofmoon19 , I got to think a bit more deeply about what a modern!AU Arthur could be. This absolutely stunning Arthur pic is from @arthurmorgan-vp!

JOB ´ˎ˗

Has a job that means a lot to him and is totally dedicated when doing it.

Arthur flourishes when helping others. I saw a Chartur fanart that portrayed him as a nurse and god I love this idea. He's emotionally VERY tough, making him efficient even in difficult and stressful times when a patient's life is in his hands. He's also a practical person who needs to have a concrete, manual aspect in his work. On top of that, we have the whole "service to society" aspect.

Police officer could also fit this dynamic. (I know it's pretty ironic considering he's a criminal in the canon but it's one of these jobs where he could put his strength into action to help others).

Also, without the need to survive and do criminal acts, with a caring family who could push him in the right ways, he also could have a job in arts. Arthur canonically is a curious and inventive person, he draws every little thing he finds interesting around him and cares for places, characters and events most people wouldn’t. I could picture him as an illustrator/concept artist. Or tattoo artist too? Why not.

HOBBIES ´ˎ˗

Sooooo artsy.

If he works at the hospital, he needs to have a sketchbook to just write and draw like in the canon. With other mediums being way more accessible nowadays, I think he could also paint and even sculpt from time to time.

Art helps him to get dark thoughts out of his head and focus on something when life gets hard.

However, if he already works in an artsy field, I think he would need to get up and move after a whole day sitting and would love to just go jogging, hiking, and taking long walks in nature. A combat sport could also do the work, as Arthur has an important code of honor: a discipline like Judo or Wrestling could help him get all his pent-up energy out while respecting his opponent; boxing could work too.

100% have a Polaroid and takes pictures of good times and his close ones every chance he gets. His bedroom/apartment is full of objects that carry an emotional value to him.

MODERN THINGS HE LIKES ´ˎ˗

Barbecues.

Would wear the ugliest apron and cap while doing them btw. And doesn't see what the problem is.

Classical rock music and vinyl. Thinking about Led Zepplin, The Stones, The Doors. Vintage music all the way. Has a secret soft spot for Lady Gaga though. Don't tell John. And (not-so) hot take, it's Hosea who introduces him to his old blues and rock records (Dutch prefers Jazz music.)

Camping and long hiking trips. Trekking when he feels really adventurous.

Going to the cinema. (100% eats salty popcorn and messes with John during the film if it's a family outing.)

In modern days Arthur would have been born in 1988. This means he was a '90s kid: he fondly remembers VHS tapes, baggy jeans, his old PlayStation One, maybe watching the first episodes of Pokémon, too. He's canonically such a nostalgic.

Would 100% make his own mix on cassette tapes btw

Flannels. I picture him with comfy rather than fancy clothes. He would also have a big leather jacket or vintage bomber for winter. And a leather bag like this one where important work papers are mixed with random trinkets found on his hikes.

RANDOM LITTLE FACTS ´ˎ˗

Arthur is so messy (I mean look at his tent). His car (Hosea's old one) is also a complete mess, cups, leftovers from meals, CDs, work stuff and random objects cover every possible inch of it.

Talking about it, looooves to drive. Totally do it with one hand on the wheel. And with good music ofc. (He would put his other hand on your thigh)

Has a dog. Or wants one deeply. A big one. And he definitely wants a lot of animals once he has a bigger house with you.

I said he could be a tattoo artist. I think he would have a tattoo, of an animal. Of course, we as a fandom thinks of the deer, but it has to be something meaningful to him. Maybe the animal who inspires him the most, or one they have seen in the wild with John during a walk in the woods.

Arthur is not a good cook. Buys a lot of food telling himself this time, he will succeed at making this damn dish. Biggest mess ever, ingredients everywhere on the floor, the walls, his body and hair. Pure chaos. Everything burns. Kitchen ends up on fire. Uses the internet as last hope, tries to watch as many tutorials as possible but it doesn't help+his phone ends up covered in egg white, flour, and wet ingredients. Throws away the food and gives up, orders a pizza.

Repeat previous paragraph every time he wants to try a new dish he saw somewhere.

(The phone is okay because he has the strongest and largest phone case ever. The kind of enormous one made to protect phones in building zones, for his hikes. It's pitch black.)

Overall I'd say a Modern!AU Arthur would probably be a bit happier even though still very nostalgic and melancholic at times (without the constant need to run away and kill people, his mental health would be much better.)

Important disclaimer: these are my personal thoughts, they could totally be shitty, I'm not at all claiming this is the absolute truth about him. A character is always subject to a personal interpretation, therefore anyone could picture him differently! Btw, I would love to hear your thoughts about it!

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked my silly little ideas.

I'm thinking about doing a part.2 where we could dive into his habits, his relationships with family, friends and s/o and other little fun facts. Let me know if I should! -Pine 🌱

[cogneato-inc]

Arthur Morgan x TransMasc!Reader Headcanons

Recently made some Discoveries about myself and in entirely unrelated news found that there is a Severe Lack of Boy Kisser Arthur Morgan

I am now dedicating my life to fixing this issue-

NSFT near the end !

The way he finds out is probably some kind of life or death situation (because of course it is)-

You two are away from camp, on what was supposed to be an easy job - some stagecoach with lackluster security, and apparently quite a bit of cash on board

But of course you weren’t the only ones with your eye on it; a gunfight ensues and long story short you’re injured- bad enough that Arthur notices almost immediately

It’s just your luck that you were hit in the side, you’ll have to take your shirt off to treat it- and as much as you try to protest, begging Arthur to let you handle it alone, he’s insistent that No, you Cannot take a bullet out of your own side, you Goddamn Fool (he’s exaggerating a little, it just grazed you - but he’s so so scared of losing you, why are you being so stubborn ???)

And of course you’re absolutely terrified of how he’s going to react, what’s going to happen to you, will you have to run away ?

But y’all he barely pauses-

You’re a good man, one of his best friends and a hell of a shot - he’s not letting you bleed out just because he’s a little surprised

(+ he’s been all over the place and met all sorts of folks, it’s probably not even his first time knowing someone who’s trans-)

He doesn’t mention it in the moment - doesn’t want to put any more stress on you, or say the wrong thing

But he’s sure not to treat you any different while he’s patching you up, and doesn’t hesitate about your pronouns or name when he talks to you about the injury

Helps you hide anything you need to while you’re healing - if you don’t have a tent he’s offering his own, and snapping at anyone who questions it

When he does eventually approach you to talk about it, he makes sure you know that he doesn’t see you any differently, and that nothing’s changed now that he knows

(Okay he says nothing’s changed but he Absolutely starts calling you ‘boy’ a lot more often-)

‘Atta boy-‘ ‘Good eye, boy.’ ‘Nice shootin’ boy!’

He‘ll stop if you ask, he just wants to make it clear that he doesn’t see you as any less of a man-

If he notices you haven’t had a chance to take off your bindings in a while he’ll tell everyone you’re going hunting together and take you into town to get a bath and hotel room for the night so you can take a break. (He’s a total mother hen when it comes to making sure you’re taking care of yourself)

Arthur didn’t have the best childhood but he’s got a lot of good memories of going fishing with Dutch and Hosea, and he definitely got into all sorts of mischief when he was younger. Roughhousing with John, learning how to shoot, swimming in the creek, etc, etc- as soon as he realizes you probably didn’t get a chance to make memories like that he is On It

He’s always telling you stories about his childhood, and he definitely encourages you to try out whatever you may have missed

If you don’t know how to fish he’s teaching you, End Of

(He pushes you into the water and you end up wrestling him in with you- you both go back to camp soaked to the bone and grinning. Definitely got scolded about all of the mud on your clothes)

Him teaching you how to shave ??? The Proximity,, o ugh

Once you’re together he takes every opportunity to call you His Man <3 <3 <3

On the nsfw side of things,,,

This man has been thinking of you every night for Months and this changes Absolutely None Of That

Of course before he knew you were trans his fantasies were a little different,, anatomy wise-

But he’s still Fucking his Fist thinking of you every night (when he has the energy </3), For Sure

Draws you Naked (whether you’ve been together or not - he has a Great Imagination) and Prays to God you never go through his journal-

Definitely Ogles you while you do chores around camp - Cannot keep his eyes off you

He pretends to be busy with something else so he can watch you chop wood, his eyes drift to your ass every time you bend over to grab anything

He has to physically Look Away anytime you hook your thumbs into your pockets, or stretch, or rest your hands on your belt, or aim a rifle, or haul bales of hay around- it’s torture, replaying in his head on nights when he doesn’t pass out as soon as he lays down.

When you finally get together and find the time to get down and dirty, Absolutely expect some ‘Good Boy’s thrown out -

For one this man has a Massive Praise Kink, giving and receiving - we all know this

But he also wants to give some extra reassurance in the moment, that even fully exposed you’re still a man in his eyes

Him eating you out on his knees in an alley ???

Your back against the wall and one hand in his hair while the other covers your mouth because damn he is GOOD at this but you have to keep quiet-

(Your taste gets him so worked up, he’s absolutely touching himself while he does it - spills on the ground when you cum, his other hand gripping your hip to help you stay upright)

[margowritesthings]

Hey, Margo! 🩷

I’m sending the request according to your new post 🥺

I would like a friends to lovers trope. But here’s the thing: Could the female character (lil me) and Arthur actually had a relationship in the past (current relationship status is they broke up) and now they are falling for each other again (second chance)?

Of course I would love a Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan) fanfic 🩷

The gender is female, and if you could make her ginger with brown eyes (like me) I would love it 🥺 And if Arthur calls her angel, even better 🩷🩷🩷

Feel free to add smut, fluff and anything you would like!

Thank you for tagging me! You know how much I love your writing 🩷

sweet angel hello! thank you for participating, i got so many ideas for your love story with our pretty cow boah

come celebrate 1k followers with me!

arthur morgan // second chance + friends to lovers

you two have been sweet on each other since the moment you met, the day you joined the gang. arthur was brave enough to ask you on a date after only a short three months of pining after you

he took you to the saloon, you beat him at poker, and in that moment he knew you were his soulmate. a forever love.

you were together for a few months, and it was that kind of love you only thought existed in the stories you read. it was celestial, ethereal. a wild burning flame extinguished far too quickly.

when he found out about isaac and eliza's deaths, arthur really struggled. he drank a lot and lost himself for a while.

you knew the best thing to do was to just be there for him, so you both decided he needed friendship right now.

"you're my best friend, arthur. that ain't ever gonna change."

but the feelings didn't just go away as easily as your plan relied on, that flame too furious to be extinguished by simple "logic"

you wanted to respect the space arthur asked for, and he never thought he was good enough to have you after letting you go the first time

unworthy of your love

if he couldn't protect isaac and eliza, how could he ever deserve you?

and thus ensued years of pining

the very best of friends, unable to stay away from each other while this silent love roared

you'd work jobs together, go hunting together, have midnight chats by the fire, save each other's asses from time to time

years went on like this, where everybody in the gang and their mamma would share glances and roll their eyes at the two fools who couldn't just admit they were made for each other

you were the first person arthur wanted to see whenever he got back from a job, the one he rode home to even if he never said it aloud

and as much as your heart ached a little every time you looked at him, you would have stayed like that forever if it meant getting to keep arthur in your life

until the day he left it

when he didn't come back from the 'chat' with the o'driscolls, you were out of your mind with worry

the thought of never seeing arthur again flipped a switch in your mind and you finally realised that this life stuck in limbo wasn't enough

you were sneaking out in the dead of night against dutch's orders when you saw him, beaten and bloody, riding home to you

it broke you, the relief washing over you like a wave that breaks the walls you've built as though they're nothing but paper

he practically falls off his horse, but you catch his weight and support him

you take him to your tent and patch him up, holding him and crying with him when you see what they did to arthur. your arthur.

he winces when he reaches up to push that stray rebellious hair out of your face, but the way the candlelight glows in his eyes has your own breath hitching in your throat

"i was so worried, arthur... i-i thought-"

"i know, angel, i know... i'm sorry...

but i'm here now

and i ain't ever leaving you again."

that nickname... from all those years ago when you first found eachother

whispered for the first time in a moan, you and him tangled together in sheets for the very first time

"goddamn... you're an angel, how'd a dirty sinner like me ever get so lucky?"

when you broke up, you never thought you'd hear it again

and yet here you are

the sweet name echoing in your ears as he kisses you, reuniting your lips after far too long apart

it's a desperate kiss, the kind that holds two lifetimes of context

like you're scared if either one lets go the moment will disappear

so you don't

you tangle your fingers in his hair, he cups your cheek, your bodies moulding together

being any closer would be impossible

"this is it, angel, you hear? no more messing around, this is it. this is us, cause i ain't letting you go."

"you better not, mister."

you’re both crying, breathing each other in, never wanting to let one another go

and you never do again

[hoovesmadeofsteel]

Arthur Morgan HC/AU: — Horse Trainer/Coach

A couple years pass after the events of the gang’s downfall. Arthur has made it down to Hennigan’s Stead — to do work on McFarlane’s ranch as a horseman. You find him right on time to help you with an anxious yearling you bought at a local auction. 

“You bought this big son of a bitch? — For that much?” He chuckles

Arthur begins training by walking next the the large yearling elbow to his shoulder to enforce proper manners and behaviour. 

“Can somebody grab me that chain over there— buddies got strength” 

Starting him off on a lunge lead, you stand in the middle of the paddock as Arthur demonstrates how to properly hold the lead. 

“Uhh I forgot where I put my lasso that I use to lunge with as a tool— you just go like this”

He looks ridiculous as he claps and says “git on boah” behind your large yearling. 

“I usually use my lasso, prefer it over any lunge whip... definitely over my dumb hands, looking like a fool!” 

After a long day of basic ground work — Arthur invites you for coffee and a bite to eat in front of the camp fire.

“You’re doing exceptionally well with this brute, he’s a tough and quite giant guy for his age, I’ll give him that. In no time you and him will be on the road together” 

As about 2 years go by and you started to get into saddle, Arthur has already taught you so many basic techniques.

“You cannot allow yourself to get worked up and feel fear in saddle, yah boah will feel that feelin’ just as much as you— if not double”

This guy literally teaching you breathing techniques, a long with giving you a shot of tequila here and there” 

Watching Arthur demonstrate his riding ability to you is phenomenal, his canter transitions, seat, and steadiness of the reins are *chefs kiss* 

“It’s always in the hands partner, you need very gentle hands, pulling or being rough in hand ain’t going to do a single thing to benefit anyone— trust me on that one”

Pats on the back, and big smiles after a lesson goes so well— and even the days when they don’t, you get sometimes get a big ol’ Arthur hug” 

“Well done, you are a risin’ star 😁”

Within another year, you feel confident enough to go on long rides with Arthur at your side. You really couldn’t be more thankful for having a great teacher and friend.

Bonus optional endings:

Arthur offers you an apprenticeship, where you get to start colts with him, herd livestock, and continue learning about equine behaviour. If all works out — work for him and the McFarlane’s on the ranch! After all goes exceptionally well…. He surprises to you with the sweetest little collie puppy to raise, who will become the best herding dog the ranch has.

You and Arthur both grow closer, your fondness of each other is almost unbearable (in a good way)... you become lovers. He offers to take you and your horse on an adventure, up to West Elizabeth, where the two of you spend time on Pronghorn Ranch helping the Geddes’ family bottle feed, care for, and help find surrogate mares for orphaned foals. After the long trip and weeks on the road back to the ranch, he asks you to move in with him. Later that year he proposes to you… while the two of you spend a day picnicking , overlooking Blackwater.

thank you anon! 

I hope you all enjoy!! ♡

[drizzledrawings]

Im so normal about father-child relationships in case you forgot

[ergman777]

still makes me cry everytime I see art of these two tho

[agappa]

He often calls you gorgeous, but its not exactly for what you think. It seems like it’s merely a physical compliment from your dear boyfriend. But when he says it, he praises you in your globality. He says it almost out of breath like he’s in contemplation of you, you mesmerized him in a all different level. He finds your personality as gorgeous as your appearance, he just deeply adores every inches of you. So there is no better way to describe you in your all than calling you gorgeous while softly brushing his thumb over your cheek and looking deeply through your eyes.

-> YUJI, NANAMI, Megumi, Choso, Xiao, Neuvillette, TARTAGLIA, Rei Suwa, Arthur Morgan, VASH, Thorfinn, XAVIER, Zayne

[angelltheninth]

Arthur Morgan Teaches You How To Ride Him

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, cock riding, experiance differance, teasing, flirty!Arthur Morgan

A/N: Cowboys are on the menu today.

When Arthur offered to teach you how to ride you thought he meant horseback riding. That's what most people would think, you can hardly be blamed for the misunderstanding. Instead you found yourself on top of him, legs shaking, boobs bouncing and cunt stretched full of his cock.

"Little missy, are ya tired already? I haven't even came once." Arthur playfuly slapped your thighs, making you roll your hips forward again. "Not only that. Like this."

His rough, big, scared hands grabbed you by the hips and lifted you up, the broad, red tip being the only part left inside your pussy and then pulled you back down harshly. Your eyes almost rolled back into your head at the sudden fullness. Arthur's eyes and smirk encouraged you to move just as he showed you. You did your best to but unlike him you weren't used to so much riding movement.

"Please tell me you're close. Arthur, please, I don't know how much longer I can..." What complaints you had were interrupted by your moans as Arthur bucked his hips into yours. Offering to help in his own, slightly self serving way.

"A few more, ya can make me come. I know ya wanna be my good girl, ya need to put those legs and hips to work. Come on now, roll up and down." He patted your thighs again, a little harder like he was discaplining you.

You sped up a bit, rocking the already shaky bed with your body slamming down onto his. The sounds of your moans might have been heard all the way dowmstairs but who cares. You were Arthur's, the rest could only dream of having you. "A good girl for you, that's what I want to be."

He snickered before he pulled you all the way down on his leangth, throbbing and shooting cum all over your spasming pussy walls. "Atta girl." Arthur whispered as you cuddled up against his chest.

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

[ynnu-64]

Hosea with his sons :)

(dont mind how they are most likely not looking the ages they joined the gang, in this they got there quicker)

[lowfunctioningoptimist]

Modern RDR2! Reacting to you calling them “Husband”

After that tiktok trend where ladies have been filming videos or taking orders and refer to their boyfriend as “husband.” Some of the fellas go into multiple categories.

Responds immediately with, “I ain’t your husband”: MICAH, Josiah, JOHN, Bill

Looks around and says, “Husband? Where?!”: Sean (as a joke), John (not as a joke).

Stares at you, waits for you to correct yourself, is happy when you don’t: Charles, ARTHUR, Javier.

Responds by calling you his wife/husband: CHARLES, HOSEA, Javier(nearly passed out tho).

Follows after you to make sure he heard it right: Javier, Dutch, Kieran, Arthur.

Gets cocky about it, starts calling himself your husband publicly: Lenny, Hosea, SEAN, EAGLE FLIES, Micah.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

This is another interesting question, what do you think Arthur was like in his 20's during the gang's golden age? Arthur is already a very handsome man, but I think in his 20's he's more like my type <3

Hi Crystal!! I'm finally taking some time to answer this! (sorry for the really late answer). Actually, I've been thinking a lot about young Arthur lately because I'm going to write about him a lot in my long-fic.

Young Arthur is canonically described as similar to Sean. So, I would assume he's pretty headstrong, loyal, a bit silly, teasing and playful.

100% wants to prove his worth every chance he gets, especially with Dutch.

He's even more stubborn than his older self. He has an idea? He will follow it to the end no matter how stupid it is, no matter how many times Dutch and Hosea try to talk him out of it.

This brings me to another point: he's such a cheeky insolent smartass. He thinks he knows better than everyone else and doesn't hesitate to talk back to his superiors.

Would clearly do stupid things to impress girls. Spins his revolvers 24/7. Shows his shooting/riding skills. Lift heavy things/the girls themselves. (he canonically says in his journal he has done many stupid things in his youth to impress women!)

So wayyy more flirty and confident about himself than his 36yo version.

SO RECKLESS.

Also, Arthur clearly was a troubled teenager. I think in his early 20s he'd still be pretty troublesome and wild, fighting all the time, getting drunk, and leaving chaos everywhere around him (even more than in the game era.)

Conflictual relationship with John. Torn apart between being an important figure for a kid like him at his age and the bitter feeling of not being the golden child anymore.

HOT HEADED.

There you go! I hope you'll like these pretty random and short headcanons. Also to give credit where it is due, be aware a few of these are actually @zae-heeyyy's!! She's the best to brainstorm with 🤌

[cogneato-inc]

Arthur Morgan NSFT Headcanons

No pronouns and only a few lines referencing a specific anatomy but what is there is afab-

NSFT under the cut, obvs lol

Okay so I think we’re all on the same page about this man’s Definite Praise Kink-

He likes to give and receive, but I think he’s more into implicit praise when he’s on the receiving end ?

The involuntary jerk of your hips when he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit, the whines and moans you can’t stifle while he rocks into you (hard but so, so slow - he loves taking his time), the way you twitch and buck against his face when he makes you cum with just his mouth-

He doesn’t handle explicit, verbal praise very well - the same way he can’t take compliments, or shows of appreciation in general

He’s flustered beyond belief but all he can really focus on is the voice in his head denying everything you say - he much prefers actually seeing how much you like what he’s doing

He’ll give plenty of implicit praise as well (I KNOW this man grunts, groans, maybe even Whines) but he mostly just Won’t Stop Talking

Praise, instructions, smart remarks if you’re being a tease - he can’t keep his mouth shut when you’re together like this

It’s great every time, obviously - but it’s Best when you’ve got to keep quiet, and he’s got his face buried in your neck, sucking bruises into the sensitive flesh and whispering absolutely Filthy things in your ear anytime he comes up for air

SPEAKING OF HICKEYS

I’ve seen some mixed opinions on this but I am a Firm believer that this man loves leaving marks

Maybe not in places that are super visible, but it gets him so incredibly hot and bothered when he can just barely see one of the hickeys he left the previous night poking out from under the collar of your shirt

(Honestly even just the knowledge that you’ve got them and no one else gets to see them,,, he’s creaming his jeans man idk what to tell you)

I’ve mentioned this before but I’ll say it again - before you get together he is Absolutely the type to masturbate while thinking of you, and he is So Embarrassed (and a little guilty) Every Time

He can’t interact with you in the mornings because it’s so fresh in his mind and he can’t even make eye contact without blushing all the way to the tips of his ears-

And he tells himself he won’t do it again but GOD you’re just,,, You- and he can’t stop finding new things about you that get him so unbelievably horny !!!

He does this even after you’re together, when there are nights where you’re apart - but he’s,, a lot less shy about it

It’s not as satisfying as the real deal, if anything it just makes him crave you even more - and he’ll be sure to let you know

He’s using your reunion hug as an opportunity to whisper in your ear, telling you all about the things he did in y’all’s tent while you were gone, everything he thought about, everything he missed about you

He’s almost immediately asking if you’ve got anything you need to do right now, because if not he’s sure that camp could use some more meat, maybe you two should go on a little ‘hunting trip’

[margowritesthings]

Christmas on the Ranch with Arthur Morgan would include...♡

✦ During the first Christmas you and Arthur shared on your ranch after getting out of the gang, neither of you knew what to do with yourselves

✧ It had been so long since either of you had anywhere to truly call home, you weren't entirely sure what to do

✦ It was a pretty sad reminder of all the pair of you have missed out on in life while living as outlaws

✧ One night, you arrive home to find string lights- just like the ones in San Denis, Arthur!- and holly lining your beautiful home, as well as the barn, stables and the surrounding trees. It takes your breath away, tears glistening in your eyes as Arthur proudly drags you around your land to show you his handiwork

✦ The next day, he takes you to a winter fair nearby. You buy decorations and wreaths galore, even stockings for your fireplace (You still can't believe you actually have a fireplace to hang them from, to be honest, and Arthur finds it absolutely adorable when you realise the fact when he's paying)

✧ There are fir trees on your ranch, so it feels pretty special when you go out to find the perfect one. Arthur cuts it down while you watch, steaming cup of coffee tucked safely into your freezing hands

✦ After teasing you about your laziness, there is an inevitable snowball fight. You win.

✧ Freezing cold and soaking wet, you head home and huddle together by the fireplace before decorating your tree with your new decorations. A tradition ensues.

✦ You both basically hibernate over the holiday period. You care for the animals and occasionally head out to hunt or buy supplies, but life becomes a cozy little festive bubble

✧ There is mistletoe EVERYWHERE. Blame Arthur.

✦ He hides it in the most random places to ambush you with kisses. It almost always ends in other ways...

✧ Arthur builds you a sled. Then builds you another one when he crashes the first one into the lake

✦ For Christmas, you have his hunting rifle engraved with both of your initials, along with a carving of a buck and a doe. He gives you a sketch of the two of you together.

✧ You fill his stocking with cigars, little bottles of cigarettes and that one cigarette card he's been looking for forever

✦ Inside your stocking, there are your favourite sweets, a beautiful locket and letters from Arthur. You cry.

✧ Every year, you make each other stockings. It's your favourite tradition.

✦ Arthur hunts the turkey and you cook it. He's not the best in the kitchen when it isn't a campfire in the middle of the woods, but he is great at gathering the perfect herbs and spices

✧ You end the day all wrapped up in blankets on the porch, watching the snow fall on the ranch. Your ranch.

✦ It's all very overwhelming, the realisation that this is your life now. A home, a family, Arthur. Everything has fallen into place. How could you possibly want anything more for Christmas?

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj @counteveryfreckle @reaveries @elifsukirdaghehe

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Imagine slapping their asses 🙏🙏

•Dutch; immediately pissed off, depends on who slapped his ass, he might push his cigar into their arm or something out of anger. Will grumble if it's his partner and shoo them away, smokes enough cigarettes after that to take away ten years on his life (it definitely made a camp deafening sound when they slapped it)

•Arthur; the most shocked face ever, just has to stand there for a minute to figure out whatever the fuck just happened. Will stumble over his words, before glaring at the person and chest bump them a few times, but secretly he's nearly popping a boner 💔💔

•John; eye twitches, trying to hold back grabbing his revolver and threatening the person. Says something sarcastic and crosses his arms like the dumb child he is. Will definitely be so damn embarrassed that he flushes as red as Sean's hair. Definitely blabs about it to Abigail later and gets huffy when she laughs

•Hosea; jumps a foot in the air and his body bends like a banana 😭 he's not mad, he'd never get mad, but he is a bit embarrassed about that. He sighs softly, tells a little story about his youth and how he would be able to handle it when he was younger as he rubbed his sore ass, then says he's too old for all that 🫶🫶

•Javier; yells out the loudest Spanish he's ever said, nearly falls forward from the shock of it as both hands go to cover his ass. Can't see it since he pulls his poncho up over his entire face, but he is burning bright red and thinking about it for the rest of the month. Will never trust being around the person again, will side eye them and cover his ass with anything if he's around them again 😢

•Bill; Two different ways this could go. One, he's drunk as a bitch and he hurls a beer bottle them and starts cursing and chasing them all over yelling about how he's no queer, even if it was a woman that slapped his ass, or he will just glare and threaten them a little bit and try to intimidate them if by god he's not drunk

•Kieran; actually stands up straight for once instead of being like a shrimp literally 24/7. Looks like a bug when you pick up a rock, eyes all wide and face flushed even pinker than it usually already naturally is. Definitely looks spaced out the rest of the day, probably can't stop thinking about it for sure

•Sean; gasps and is completely over dramatic, falling and pulling whoever slapped his ass down with him. Definitely tells everyone that the person slapped his ass, and he sounds strangely proud about it too..

•Lenny; poor boy doesn't know what to do, he's stuttering and gripping at his favorite book that he was reading, glancing around as he tried to say something. Might quirk a smile after a while, but it's whenever that person isn't around (he's so embarrassed don't do it again he can't handle it 💔)

•Micah; immediately cracks up and dares the person to slap his ass again, sticking it out slightly. He then promptly slaps that person's ass twenty times harder than they slapped his. It becomes a little game between the two whenever they see each other

•Charles; the absolute politest, might get a bit grumbly. 'oh my' is the first words outta his mouth 😭 will ask them why they did that and if it was supposed to be funny. He's like a mother in this sense, but also can't stop grinning since he actually liked it ❤️

[ahqkas]

hello love!! may i please request some headcanons for arthur morgan and charles smith when they see their partners wearing their shirt? (and maybe john and javier? only if you’re up for it of course!) xx

PRETTY LIKE THE SUN ; arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuella, charles smith

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 MASTERLIST!

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𝜗𝜚 ARTHUR MORGAN !

when arthur saw you wearing one his shirts, his eyes instantly softened and his lips parted slightly. the sight of you struck him — seeing something of his on you, so intimately close, filled him with a mix of emotions

“well, don’t you look just perfect,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. his irises never left your form, taking in the way the shirt enveloped you. it was an old, worn shirt, softened by years of wear, and seeing it on you brought a warmth to his chest

“you look better in this than i ever did,” he murmured, his voice rough with affection. his fingers brushed over the fabric, lingering on your arm as if committing the moment to memory

“but i gotta say, seein’ you in my shirt . . . it makes me feel all warm.”

he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, each kiss a silent vow of his affection and presence. holding you close, he rested his chin on top of your head. “you can wear my shirts anytime you like,” he whispered, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “makes me feel real good, knowin’ you want to.”

he’s such a sweetheart about it

𝜗𝜚 JOHN MARSTON !

his eyes widened slightly at the unexpected sight before him. there you were, standing by the window, wrapped in one of his old, worn shirts. the shirt hung loosely on your frame, the sleeves too long, and the hem brushing against your thighs

a slow smile spread across john's face, his amusement evident. “well, look at you,” he said, his voice tinged with a chuckle. he stepped closer, his eyes roaming over you. “that’s my shirt, ain’t it?”

his heart swelled at the sight

“you look real good in it, darlin’”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “you can wear my shirts anytime you want, darlin’,” he whispered into your hair. “hell, you can have ’em all if it makes you happy.”

this man wouldn’t shut up about it, he’d annoy you for the next days, even weeks

but he wouldn’t admit he’s replaying the picture of you, standing in front of him in one of his shirts. the thought made him feel deep things, things he wouldn’t even admit when drunk on alcohol

from that day, he wants you to wear his clothes every single day

𝜗𝜚 JAVIER ESCUELLA !

javier strolled into your shared tent, a soft tune humming from his lips as he shook off the day’s dust. his eyes immediately caught sight of you, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. you were wearing one of his shirts, the fabric loose and flowing around you, and the sight stopped him in his tracks

“. . . is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

he would be either so confused or in denial of this happening

but once the feeling dropped off, a wide, delighted smile spread across his face

even his eyes smiled

“you look absolutely beautiful,” he murmured, his voice tinged with awe

reaching out, javier gently took your hands in his, lifting them to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “you always look beautiful, but seeing you in my shirt . . . you’re breathtaking, mi amor.”

javier held you close, his hands lightly caressing your palms. “you can wear my shirts anytime you like,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “in fact, i’d love it if you did.”

the thought of you wearing his clothes makes you even more his than you already are

𝜗𝜚 CHARLES SMITH !

charles walked into your shared tent, the weight of the day's tasks evident in his tired steps. as he glanced up, he froze momentarily, taking in the sight before him. you stood there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lantern, wearing one of his old shirts. the fabric was too big for you, sleeves hanging past your wrists and the hem falling almost to your knees, but the sight of you in it struck him deeply

“hey there,” he said softly, a warm smile spreading across his face. his eyes softened, filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. the man moved closer, his gaze never leaving you, taking in every detail of how his shirt enveloped your form

you smiled at him. “i hope you don’t mind,” you murmured, glancing down at the large shirt

charles’ heart swelled with adoration at you words. he reached out, his big, calloused hand gently lifting your chin so he could look into her eyes. “mind? not at all,” he said, his voice low and tender. “you look beautiful. it means a lot to me that you wanted to feel close.”

he brushed a soft kiss across your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “if you ever need anything — comfort, warmth, just a piece of me — you take whatever you need.”

he’s ready to gift you all of his shirts

[drizzledrawings]

They are his dads ok