#john marston x fem oc

[johnpriceslamb]

❤︎₊ ⊹ GASP ! OH NYO ! His partner ingested some weird looking mushrooms and has turned into a bunny-girl !

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ⋆ female ! reader ⋆ hyper-feminine ! reader ⋆ bunny girl ! reader ⋆ close proximity ⋆ reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars ⋆ poorly google translates spanish >.> javi is SUPER FREAKY LOL ⋆ not proof read nor edited ⋆ wrd count/1.2k

arthur morgan . john marston . javier escuella . charles smith x fem ! reader (sep)

❤︎₊ ⊹ ARTHUR MORGAN

“..How.. How the hell did this even manage to happen?”

Your ears droop on your head at his incredulous tone, puffy bottom lip slightly jutting out as your nimble hands fiddle with the sleeve of your frilly dress. A bit of support would be nice considering the state you’re in right now. But hell, he didn’t even have much experience with rabbits other than knowing which part of their body was durable when hunting.

His frown softens immediately at your meekness. He can’t deny it, you were utterly cute with your long cotton ears and little fur-ball of a tail from behind. Not to say that you weren’t cute before, but to adorn features from a sweet animal made you look even.. more adorable.

He can’t help the audible sigh that emits out of his throat before tiredly spreading his arms out to you, “Oh c’mere, sweet thing. Come to papa.”

His vision is immediately engulfed with your pointy ears, and the urge to just pet you stands strong. The temptation grows much stronger when he looks behind your tiny shoulder and sees your teensy cottonball of a tail wiggling delightfully at his warm embrace. He lets out a breathed hitch when your cheek rubs against his chest with a needy sniff, andddd.. His hand goes right on top of your head and scratches your head before gently running his calloused fingers around those sensitive, fluffy ears of yours.

“Theres a good girl.” He drawls out with that southern tinge of his, rubbing his hand against your back in a comforting manner to ease out those nerves of yours. His eyes dart over towards a scarf of yours which was lying on the wooden oak table he had next to his cot. With a small idea in mind, he holds a firm hand on your back and grabs the scarf. Your teeny head squished between his chest.

He ties the pink fabric around your head, hiding your long ears from the vision, though he can’t help the slight disappointment.

“Oughta wear this ‘til this,” He gestures to the prominent features, “— Is gone. Know it ain’t the most comfortable, but y’gotta make do with what you have. Y’hear me, girl?”

You nod at your partners firm words, cuddling closer to him with a small sniff. You don’t notice the fondness in his hooded eyes, the slight tightness in his arms as he holds you close to him.

“…Real cute.” He mumbles lowly, toying with your tail.

“Wut?”

❤︎₊ ⊹ JOHN MARSTON

“Heh. This some sorta new getup among the younger generation?” He snorts, hands lazily fiddling with your fluffy ears as you sit next to him closely on the log, miserable.

“…Oh. Uh.” When he realises it is in fact real, his hand freezes.

“..I mean, well.. Y’know, ‘least it suits you.” He tries to reassure you, pulling you closer by draping an arm around your dainty shoulder and scooting you next to his lean figure. Your plump lip quivers, before leaning against him for comfort. His fingers still caress your lovely long ears with a low grunt. Despite his initial two seconds of shock, he’s rolling with it. You were still.. well, you. You didn’t seem sick or cursed, he’s been through enough chaos and mishaps to really.. care about it.

“You’re not helping.” You bluntly reply, only for him to snort and murmur out a sheepish apology.

You were really squishy-looking too. He doesn’t know how to explain it, but.. just the urge to.. fit you in his palm and squeeze you really blows up inside of him. He stares at you for a few seconds or so before pinching your cherub cheek.

“Hey!” You huff, trying to wiggle away. With your squirming, his arms immediately wrap around your small waist and pull you against him, not ever wanting to let you go. You settle down soon enough when you notice that he would not budge at all.

“Y’know what? I might just collar you ‘n’ feed you some lil baby carrots f’ your lil self,” He lets out a chuckle as he lets his imagination run wild, “Hell, maybe even a cage f’you to sleep in.” He lets out a raspy bark of laughter when your foot thumps the ground out of irritation from his cruel words. You’ve just turned into some helpless creature and this is the help you get?!

“You are so mean, y’know that?” You puff out your cheeks with a little hmph, crossing your arms in front of your chest before turning around and avoiding eye contact with your partner. In return, he peppers kisses on your chubby cheek, holding you oh-so tightly!

“‘m sorry, my sweets. Can’t help it, yer just so.. cute.” A right laughter escapes his lips when your foot thumps against his leg as a sign of anger. Oh, he’s gonna have a real fun time teasing and poking you.

❤︎₊ ⊹ JAVIER ESCUELLA

The smirk on his face says it all.

You almost want to smack that cheeky smile off his face, staring at him warily with beady eyes which glistened lightly from the tears you cried out when you realised your unfortunate situation. With a defiant humph, you cross your arms and look away from him. Your ears raise as a sign of anger.

He was smiling while you were in a grumpy mood!

“Awe, mi amor.” The smirk softens on his face when he realises how upset you were, gently pulling you into his warm arms before delicately rubbing your long fluffy ears, “No need to be upset. Just a.. mm.. little mishap, eh?”

“…mmm.” You could never stay that mad at him. You reluctantly cuddle against his body with a sniff, long ears drooping. His hand comes to lightly tug at your floofball of a tail, pinching and twirling the small tuff of fur potruding through the small hole you made in your lacy skirt. He lets out a low hum of thought, wondering how sensitive it was if he were to tug on it firmly. With his impulsive thoughts in mind, his calloused fingers intertwine through the soft fur and pulls it back just slightly, earning a sweet whine from your throat.

“Lo siento,” He lets out a breathy apology against your ear, watching it twitch at the sensitivity. He softly kisses the base of your rabbit features, a smile faintly etched on his face when he sees that little tuff of fur wiggling at the back in delight. Javier was a curious man, he couldn’t help but notice and explore, questioning and doing. When his question of how sensitive your features were is answered with a ‘very so’, twisted thoughts occur through his head. How would it feel to tug on her ears back, watching those doe eyes tear up from the delicacy of your furry ears, or to grab onto them like handle bars and—

He clears his throat, before a boyish smile is seen on his features. A hand comes down to clamp your behind to push you closer to his warm body.

“You know, rabbits do tend to breed all year round..” He murmurs into your ear, watching it flicker again with a little chuckle. You can see his eyes glance down below your upper-torso for a moment before looking back at you again. You’re pretty sure he was envisioning your little self swollen with kins. Your cheeks heat up at his flirty words, before puffing your cheeks out and raising your teeny hand to pinch his cheek.

He lets out a whine in response, “Ow, ow! Hey, I was just joking!”

“Your cuddling privileges are revoked.”

He lets out a gasp of offence, “How could you?”

❤︎₊ ⊹ CHARLES SMITH

“..Oh my.”

Were the words he first uttered when he saw your situation. Thankfully for you, he was probably one of the only members in the gang who knew a thing or two about rabbits and their natural instincts and habits.

He lifts a hand to his chin, rubbing it in contemplation as his dark eyes gaze down at your sweet little self multiple times to assess how serious this was.

“You’re not hurt are you?” He asks with a tone of concern. You shake your head meekly and you see his shoulders becoming less stiff at your answer. While you aren’t hurt physically, you just can’t help but feel.. embarrassed with your situation. He lets out a low hum, arms slowly crossing in front of his chest as he looks at you with a soft glare. An instinct to nurture you and take care of you.

“Hm.. Do you remember how this happened?”

“..I ate some mushrooms Pearson cut up f’ me and put in my soup,” You explained. He looks a bit taken aback when he realised just how strange it was to just magically get rabbit ears from eating mushrooms.

“…I see.” He responds, before lightly taking your hand in his to lead you somewhere to sit.

A few moments pass which indulged in traversing to a log, you watch his hand carefully peel a carrot with a knife. Your tail happily wiggles when he offers a slice to you, watching your nimble fingers take the thin peel of the carrot skin and nibble the peel with your two front teeth. A ghost of a smile is curved lightly as he watches you nibble the peel. It was really cute.

His eyes gaze at your bunny features before looking down again. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, thus pushing down the urge to pet you. He slices the long vegetable into many pieces, before offering you the circular shaped veggies. You happily take it from his hands and nibble it, not before you offered him a slice, to which he declined with a soft shake to his head.

“Not for me, dear. All for you.” He softly says, rubbing your head with a warm hand, avoiding your ears. He knew how sensitive those long pair of fluff could be. You look at him with glistening doe eyes before munching the little snacks he gave you.

He smiles fondly at his dearly beloved being fed. He has to admit, you were very cute.

[m-oddinsdottir]

DARK COLD NIGHTS • 🐺🌙🐺🌙

John Marston x Fem!Oc

Words: 2,385

Warnings: slightly angsty, wounds, fluff

Summary: After Jude managed to tend to John’s wounds from the wolf attack, she waits for her husband to wake up while the guilt and sorrow slowly hunts her down.

A/N: here’s the part two nobody asked for, sorry if there are any mistakes (english isn’t my first language <3) feel free to correct me or give me some advise/ feedback

Part One. Masterlist

•••

She felt embarrassed.

That was a rather simple and invalidating way to describe the way the knot on her stomach had been making her feel like throwing up the remains of the awful stew. That awful stew made by Pearson that Jude had managed to eat for lunch the day before.

Jude had created a list of words that could explain why her lungs seemed to refuse to receive oxygen each time she looked down at John Marston.

Guilt was the one that headed the list. Guilt for assuming the worst, guilt for believing her husband had abandoned her when he was slowly dying out in the cold, guilt for not having asked the others to go look for John earlier, guilt for not being able to tend to his wounds on her own…

Uneasiness followed it pretty close. Every time she decided to look up from the comfort of her novel’s page and into the ripped off skin of her husband, she felt that damn feeling of not knowing what was going to happen next. Her eyes usually landed on his eye first on that and on the blood stained cloth that covered it. Maybe he could never see through that eye again, maybe its tissue was dead, maybe the nerves had been affected. Maybe, maybe and maybe.

Unworthiness stood out between most of them. That made her chuckle bitterly every single time the feeling invaded her hunting her down like the wolves did with John. Jude found herself unworthy, useless, a burden. She was supposed to be the nurse of the gang, the only person everyone should resort to in case of an emergency. But when the moment of truth arrived, she wasn’t even capable of tending to her husband’s injuries.

It certainly didn’t help that the cabin was filled with other members of the gang. She hated hearing the surprisingly sober reverend constantly quoting verses of the Bible. Not only that, but Ms. Adler’s constant crying was driving her mad and so did Ms. Grimshaw’s strict commands that only served for the women to became more irritated. Jude included.

A few times a day, Charles’ silence presence would keep her company while he checked on John’s wounds. He didn’t even know her husband, he didn’t care about him but it was an excuse to make sure Jude was doing alright.

She would just smile weakly at him before closing her eyes and gently caress John’s hair almost as if her touch could wake him up. Charles would look at her, his brows burrowed together and then he would leave, wait for some hours to pass by and then repeat the same silent process. A silent process that comforted Jude more than she could ever admit.

The only three others who had also checked on John and, therefore, on her were Dutch who had used his enviable gab to comfort her. A hand placed on top of her shoulder as he told her how strong she was for remaining by John’s side and how better times were to come.

One of the two others was Hosea whose gentle souls would reassure her by saying that John loved her and that he would come back to her; apart from highlighting patience as one of human’s most valuable but at the same time most rare virtues.

And finally, Arthur, who had just visited her once. A small frown over his chapped lips from the cold as he looked down at John and pointed out how the bastard of her husband would become even uglier after that. His words apparently cold, yes, but he was the only person that had managed to get an amused smile out of her before nodding in her direction and then leaving.

At least they didn’t look at her with pity.

A strained growl brought her back from the bundle of thoughts that were making her feel lightheaded.

John found himself lying on a bed in a small cabin, wrapped in a warm blanket. The chill of the room was only slightly lessened by the fire lit in the fireplace, the cracking sound being the first thing that fought to fill his ears. The pain of his injuries made each movement a challenge, but the stinging agony in his face was enough to keep him still. ‘Damn, I need a smoke.’ He muttered, the words barely audible as he spoke through the pain.

Jude’s eyes widened as she heard his voice. A shaky sigh of relief escaped her lips as she made herself visible for him and a small frown appeared over her lips before her gaze sharpened like daggers. ‘You need shit, John Marston’ Jude mumbled shakily as her trembling hand moved down to hold his hand as her eyes filled with tears. ‘Must be feeling better if you ask for a cigarette before asking to see your wife first, huh?’

A sense of relief washed over John as his eyes met Jude’s. ‘Can’t a man ask for a cigarette after almost dying?’ He asked while trying to grin which only made him wince in pain. ‘Don’t grin, you idiot… God, John’ She scolded him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

‘Hey, hey… I’m alright, don’t cry” Marston managed to move his hand up throughout the pain to cup her jaw. The simple gesture made Jude sob as she leaned into his touch.

Footsteps creaked the wooden floor behind them as Ms. Grimshaw commanded everyone to leave the cabin and go to one of the others they were occupying at the moment.

‘Alright?! You were attacked by wolves, John… If Arthur and Javier hadn’t found you-’ Jude trailed off as she roughly wiped away the tears that now stained her flushed cheeks.

‘Don’t’ He spoke, his voice (usually raspy) sounding more strained than ever as he wrapped his hand around her wrists to prevent her from basically hitting her face as she was wiping away the tears that had unavoidable began to fall.

John had never seen Jude cry.

He had seen the sorrow in her eyes before, the way she stubbornly stopped the stinging feeling of her tears as she raised her chin up and held her breath until it would hurt.

Another kind of pain. She had told him once in one of their fights when he frustratingly demanded the meaning behind that behavior. It drove him mad but seeing her cry now… John didn’t know what broke him more. The sight of his wife crying or the sight of her wife trying to hide her despair from being obvious.

John called her name softly and Jude looked into his eyes again. Even like that, a crying mess, her lips broken from the cold, her state deteriorated due to the course of the days in the mountains; Marston couldn’t help but find her… ‘You’re beautiful’ He mumbled.

A bitter chuckle made its way through her crying as she leaned slightly into his touch, turning to rest her forehead against the arm that was holding her wrists.

‘The wolf must have stomped on your head, huh?’

‘For finding my wife beautiful? How am I supposed to find you then?’ John’s thumb began tracing gentle circles around her wrists.

Jude didn’t answer to him as she backed away from his touch to be able to look into his eyes. She sighed and changed her position to lay beside him, a strong scent of blood that was woven into the fabric of the cloths and the bandages around his head immediately flooded her sense of smell. ‘You gave me the warmer coat…’

Marston hummed as an answer, he overlooked the pain to tilt his head on her direction. ‘That I did’

‘We had fought before that’ She whispered and the man’s eyes shined for a second.

‘We did’

The tone he used to say those simple sentences were driving Jude mad. He sounded calm, in peace almost as if nothing of what happened had affected him.

‘Stop doing that’

John’s lips tugged upwards slightly despite the pain. ‘Stop doing what exactly?’

‘Acting as if I… Uh-’ Jude trailed off not really knowing how to describe it and maybe the tears and the headache they had provoked didn’t help either ‘As if I was the best thing you have ever seen in your life’

‘You’re the best thing that I have ever seen in my life’

Jude frowned when his voice sounded again relaxed. He and his calm behavior. The same trait that usually made him come across as serious. An attribute he indeed had, as well as his lack of patience and his cold overall attitude.

But not with Jude. With her, his cold facade was long gone.

‘I thought…’ Jude’s tears threatened to fall from her eyes once again. ‘I thought you had left us… Again’

After her admission, John’s brows burrowed together and he groaned when the sharp pain of the scratches shook his body ‘You really thought I would do that?’

More tears pooled on her eyes as she leaned in closer to bury her face against his arm knowing that there he wouldn’t feel any pain if she rested against it. ‘I should have asked Arthur to go search for you before… Maybe that way you could recover earlier and maybe…’

John interrupted her quickly and despite his pain he managed to encircle his arm around her waist locking her on a tight hug. ‘You couldn’t have known I was attacked by wolves, dear’

‘No, but the first thing I assumed was that you had left when you were out on the cold bleeding out and—’ He gently squeezed her waist to stop her incoherent trail of thought that all ended in her blaming herself.

‘My love… I— This isn’t your fault.’ John moved his hand up from his waist towards her hair, his hand getting tangled between her locks ‘And I… I would never leave the gang again. I would never leave you again’

‘John…’

‘No, Jude. Do I have to get on my knees again for you? I love you. That’s the only thing that matters to me.’ The way he was talking… He was being more serious than ever and those were big words when describing John Marston ‘I go where you go, Jude… Even if that means freezing in the cold with you’

‘Which is why I’m feeling even more guilty for thinking otherwise!’ Jude unconsciously raised her voice at him and then she sighed moving one hand up to rub it against her eyes and prevent more tears to fall.

Her husband groaned and he held her hand pulling it away from her eyes and squeezing it in a tender manner. ‘I’m just trying to do things right… But you have every right to don’t trust me completely, my love’

He was being honest, she knew he was. But a part of her wanted to scream at him, to punch him, to walk away from him due to his understanding behavior. John was trying to reassure her and lord was he succeeding at doing so.

‘I trust you. I do.’ Jude whispered back at him and her hand held his which was still tangled on her hair ‘I really do’ She repeated softly ‘It’s just been a lot… And I couldn’t even—’ She pointed at the injuries over his face ‘I couldn’t even help you properly, Charles did… And I dare to call myself a nurse?’

‘But I remember…’ Marston trailed off trying to think about what had happened. He recalled getting to the cabin with the help of… Someone. Maybe Bill? Or was it Uncle? No, his lazy ass wouldn’t move a finger to help him. He remembered being laid on the same bed he was right now, same ceiling when he looked up and same dusty smell that was now overpowered by the scent of his own blood. And he remembered seeing her, talking with her, feeling her before he eventually passed out.

‘After you lost consciousness, I couldn’t keep going. You were bleeding and your eye looked really bad and I… I guess I didn’t have the stomach to do it’

It wasn’t that Jude didn’t have the stomach. She had seen worse, even attended an arm’s amputation when she lived back with her father. That damn psychopath would slowly saw a limb by the opening of the joint in front of an eight year old.

The reason why she couldn’t keep going was because it was John. The fear of losing him was too much for her to even begin to handle but the idea of losing him due to one of her mistakes or because she couldn’t do enough (or be enough) was unbearable.

‘The fear froze me’ Jude admitted and John gently began to massage her scalp making her close her eyes with comfort.

‘So you love me that much you froze, huh?’ Marston asked teasingly almost in a way to lighten up the mood, Jude smirked before chuckling and then hiding her face in his neck.

‘You idiot’ She whispered back.

‘Your idiot’

‘My idiot’

John chuckled ignoring the pain that shook him as he cupped her cheek and pulled her back to be able to look into her eyes. ‘When did we turned into one of those clingy couples? We looking like Arthur and Mary back in the days…’

‘Maybe it was when your face was ripped apart by a wolf?’

‘Fair enough, darlin’…’ Marston leaned in closer to her, his shaky breath brushing against her lips. ‘Fair enough’

He cradled her face, thumbs rubbing against her cold skin, wiping away the tears that had streamed from her eyes. He leaned down just enough for his lips to meet hers tenderly, his lips barely brushing hers. His wounds stopped him from deepening the kiss, they stopped him from giving in to his desires.

John broke the kiss just to raise his chin and press another kiss against her forehead. ‘So you can’t be that mad at me if you’re lettin’ me kiss you…’

‘You want me to leave, love?’

John’s cheeks flushed as he hesitantly leaned in closer to press another quick peck against her lips, when he pulled away a smirk tugged at the corners of his also harmed lips. ‘Hell no…’

[robin-writess]

🎀RULES🎀

My rules contain: what you can and can’t request, what fandoms I write for, my defaults, etc.

You can request:

• female reader, male reader, non-binary reader

• fluff

• smut

• angst

• headcanons

• drabbles / blurbs

• oneshots

• platonic!character x reader

• romantic!character x Reader

• mental illnesses / eating disorders

Please don’t request:

• character x character

• character x OC

• pedophilia

• rape / sexual assault

• racism

• sexism

• poly / open relationships

• threesomes or any other kind of group sex

Fandoms I Write For

• 🎀RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2🎀

- Arthur Morgan

- Mary-Beth Gaskill

- Bill Williamson

- John Marston

- Sean MacGuire

- Kieran Duffy

•🎀TWD🎀

- Rick Grimes

- Daryl Dixon

- Shane Walsh

- Glenn Rhee

- Negan Smith

- Maggie Greene

• 🎀PANTERA🎀

- Phil Anselmo

- Dimebag Darrell

- Rex Brown

- Vinnie Paul

• 🎀CALL OF DUTY🎀

- John Price

- Soap MacTavish

- König

- Alejandro Vargas

- Rudy Parra

- Phillip Graves

- Keegan Russ

- Gabriel Rorke

My Defaults

Normally if you send in a request and don’t specify these things, this is what I’d write:

• fem!reader

• romantic shipping

[redeadepression]

[tiredcowpoke]

                                   MOBILE MASTERLIST 

      - BLOG FAQ 

Masterlist Update: Sep 3rd, 2022.

Note: Reader-inserts with the title “reader” are gender neutral.

ONESHOTS 

Plagued - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “You and Arthur recall a hunting trip during your first night at Clemens Point.”

Holding Up - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “You had pitched the idea to go hunting—alone. Bringing back some of the bigger game up near Roanoke Ridge meant it would be a little more than a day trip, but selling pelts and bringing back food to the camp may have been worth it. Nature always put your mind at rest, anyway. However, as the days continued to pass, the concerns about your whereabouts turned out to be the thing that probably saved your life.”

Price of Travel - Arthur Morgan/OC [Fem!Reader] - discontinued multi-part - ““Finding Francis Sinclair was supposed to be simple. She just had to gather what he had found and return back to the correct time, but Francis was suddenly a baby and his notes were about as understandable as child’s drawings. She wouldn’t have even found that out if it hadn’t been for a somewhat familiar looking cowboy.”

Chased - Arthur Morgan/Charlotte Balfour - “On my third playthrough of RDR2 I had a scenario where law was chasing Arthur but I lost them heading toward Charlotte’s final mission. I had thought of Arthur ending up using Willard’s Rest as a hideout without telling Charlotte, even though he’s glad for her company.���

Thaw - John Marston/Reader - Request for “How long have you been standing there?”

Broken Glass - John Marston & Arthur Morgan - Request: Can you do “Lucky shot” from your prompt list with John Marston?

An Early Morning - NSFT - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “A week of tension and self-esteem issues finally comes to a head one early morning for you and Arthur.”

Night Watch - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “Well if you want to maybe a little something with „I can‘t sleep.“/„Can i stay with you?“ and “You’re basically a marshmallow. Perfect for cuddling.” with arthur? :3″

Couldn’t Leave Well Enough Alone - Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader - Anonymous requested for a female reader getting jumped outside of camp by some O’Driscolls followed by an intervention by Arthur.

Should Have Seen It From the Start - Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader - Anon requested an Arthur/fem!Reader where he tries to set her up with a “good man” in town and things don’t go as expected.

Some Dime Novel Fate - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “Your writing is really good! If you can, once you’re feeling alright, could you write an arthur x reader where the reader comes back from a job badly injured and Arthur flips while Grimshaw takes care of her/them? ♥️”

From That Night - Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader - “could i request the reader finding out she’s pregnant and trying to tell arthur x also i’ve binge read all your fics here and on AO3!! i love them all so much you’re such an amazing writer xx”

Nearly Gone - Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader - “Hi! Can you please make an arthur/reader where the reader gets taken by the nite folk? She’s nearly dead when he finds her and he’s just v worried? Previously established relationship if you can“

If We’re Dying - Hosea Matthews/Reader - platonic - “After many years, a familiar face appears in a crowd.”

Always Fleeting - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “Wow I’ve read all your stuff on ao3 so first of all thank you for sharing the talent and cowboy thirst! I’m a sucker for anything with the enemies to lovers trope. I’m thinking of the reader being Brontes right hand but meeting Arthur under different circumstances so that when the rivalry is revealed it adds more tension. I’ve tried writing some shitty drabbles on this but I’m actually terrible at writing lol”

Something Small - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “Arthur has a surprise for the reader, as much as they may not know why.”

The Ease of a Storm - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “A thunderstorm rolls in while you and Arthur are in the wilderness.”

Sober Thoughts - Arthur Morgan/Reader - “Anon sent: Hey dear! If nothing similar has ever been requested, I would like to propose to you a reader who has not made any friends or real connections ever since joining the gang - after having their family disown them - making them rather cautious around people. One night being drunk they confess their feelings to Arthur, having rambled about their fear of being lonely. I had a heating discussion about something similar and would love to see someone’s take on that. Have a great day and thanks for listening.”

SERIES

Value of Mercy - Discontinued - “Louise Winters had been picked up by the Van der Linde Gang at a fairly young age, forging trust and relationships with them until a botched job puts her out on her own with a good handful of money. After realizing that she was on her own and the law lingering ever so closer as the weeks bled into months, she started to realize that nobody was coming back for her. So, money in hand and a growing rage, she set out east. However, as the months passed into years, she wakes one day to find herself face to face with a past she had thought been laid to rest.” - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Paths - Discontinued - interconnected one-shots of a growing relationship between Charlotte and Arthur. - [1] [2] [3]

Rise and Falls - Discontinued - “Ida O’Donnell, no more than a petty thief, realizes that her life really comes in a series of firsts, and some unfortunate seconds and thirds.” - [1] [2] [3] [4]

Wedded Woes - Complete - Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader - “Trelawny talked up a big game at a scenic boarding house and, playing some newly weds, you and Arthur are paying the price for it.” - chapter masterlist

Blank Spots - Current Project - Arthur Morgan/Fem!Reader - “After waking up at the base of a steep incline and nearly freezing to death, you stumble upon a group of strangers who swear up and down that they know you.” - [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] (18+ chapter) [26] [27] [28]

Modern/Professors AU - Hiatus - Arthur Morgan/Reader - You used to be a former student of Arthur’s back when he was just starting out as a fine arts professor, who ended up being your most hated professor. However, a couple years later, you end up being taken on in a seasonal position at your old university as a history professor, sharing an office with that very same Dr. Morgan. - Of Lines  - Of Waters - Of Milestones [1] - ???

Regarding the Sinclairs - Current Project - You had always assumed the stories of time travel in your family were just that. Stories. At worst, maybe an inside joke. However, your world starts to shift when your grandfather leaves his home to you in his will. The old Sinclair house, one that has been passed down for generations. Taking up the task of moving into and upgrading the home, a man dressed like he just stepped out of a western arrives, unconscious, on your porch with a letter in his hand. - [1] [2] [3] [4]

[mileycyprus-hill]

Masterlist

Figured it was about time I made one so...here you go! Hopefully I’ll add onto it periodically.

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Mistakes: 

Chapter 1  **(NSFW)**

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

What the Water Gave Me (Arthur x Mermaid Reader): Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Arthur going down on you (drabble)

Modern AU Arthur Comes Home

Arthur Comes Home Part 2 **(NSFW)**

Bumblebee

These Thoughts Inside (gender neutral reader)

The Little Things (gender neutral reader)

For Whom the Tiny Bell Tolls

Sunburn **(NSFW)**

Tips on Taking Care of Your Outlaw Husband

Papa Arthur Morgan

Arthur’s First Time w/ Porn HC **(NSFW)**

Christmas Drabble

Chance Encounters (AO3 exclusive)

Feels Like the First Time **(NSFW)**

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Arthur x Male Reader (untitled)

Go to Sleep Little Bumblebee

In a Time Lapse(x time traveler reader)

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Charles Smith x Reader

HC: Charles loses his virginity **(NSFW)**

Three’s Company (Arthur x reader x Charles)

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John Marston

Red Dead Secret Santa: John x Female OC

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Lord of the Rings

Boromir x Reader

To Have and to Hold, Tenderly

The Heart of Gondor

[lucacangettathisass]

how the light gets in (ch. 8)

SUMMARY: After your home is ransacked by a group of strange men, you and your cousin are taken in by a group of outlaws. And that’s when the trouble really starts.

PAIRINGS: John Marston x Fem!Reader, Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN

TAGGING: @mountainhymn if you would like to be added to the tag list just lmk!

NOTES: so sorry for the slow update! ive been doing some full on hours at work (my manager literally told me that im doing full time hours despite being part time lmao rip) so that’s been leaving me a little drained lmao but hey at least we got there!

more mentions of low self esteem, those are gonna be a lot more prevalent from here on out actually.

on another note, i’ve been wondering if i should rewrite this as an oc fic rather than a reader one. thoughts? i might not even do it, but im curious to hear what you guys think.

anyways, hope you all enjoy! and dont forget, likes are nice but reblogs are what motivate creators the most!

p.s. pls check out waking up slow by mountainhymn!!!! it is so wonderful im still crying

“Well, it really all started with my momma.” You felt yourself begin to fidget and made an effort to stand completely still. “She got a job working for a wealthy Russian widow, Mrs Zamolodchikova.”

Mr Morgan let out a low whistle. “Now that’s a name.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “A lot of Russian names are like that. As I was saying, she hired my momma to be a maid when I was still very young. Mrs Zamolodchikova treated us very well, we even lived in a little cottage she had on her land.”

Despite all the years that had passed, you still thought of that cottage fondly. It had been small and not impressive by any means, but it had been your home for most of your childhood. You had a lot of good memories of it.

“I...I lost my momma when I was seven.” Even now, twelve years later, it hurt to say. Your mother had been your whole world, everything began and ended with her, and it had never once occurred to you when you were a child, that you would one day have to face the world without her. She loved you too much to do that to you. And then it happened anyway.

You had never experienced a heart break like it before, or since.

“I’m very sorry to hear that.” Mr Matthews said gently.

“It’s alright.” You assured him, trying to speak around the lump that always formed in your throat whenever you thought about losing your mother. “She had been ill for as long as I could remember, it was only a matter of time.”

“I imagine your aunt and uncle took you in?”

“They wanted to, but Mrs Zamolodchikova stepped in. She said that she saw it as her Christian duty to take me in as a ward, and that’s what I became.” It had stunned you at the time to learn that Mrs Zamolodchikova cared for you that much. You would always be grateful for her kindness, it had changed your life. “She had no children of her own, so I think she wanted me to fill that gap.”

“That was very kind of her.” Mr Matthews sounded surprised, and you supposed that it made sense. You couldn’t imagine that he had come across many people willing to take in the child of an employee, particularly among the rich. You certainly had never seen such a thing in your time among them.

You nodded in agreement. “She taught me etiquette and how to behave in upper class circles, and as I got older I became her companion. That was how I met Mr Cornwall.”

A spark appeared in Mr Van Der Linde’s eyes, and you knew that you really had his full interest now. “How did that come about?”

“He was looking for investors in his business, he was just starting out you see, and he needed some capital.”

“So he went to Mrs Zamolodchikova?” Mr Van Der Linde asked. “She must’ve been rather rich.”

“Exceedingly so.” You said. “Her family is very old Russian money, and when she came to America with her husband, her wealth only grew, even after he died. I imagine Mr Cornwall thought that if he could convince her to invest, he would have an easy time of building his empire.”

“Did he?” Mr Van Der Linde’s eyes sparkled with a kind of devious curiosity, the kind most often found in children. “Convince her to invest that is.”

“I’m afraid not. Mrs Zamolodchikova found him rather...disagreeable.” A part of you still cringed on the inside just thinking about that meeting. It had started off well, and Mr Cornwall had certainly been polite enough, but once his true character came out, it all started to go downhill rather rapidly.

“In what way?”

You hesitated slightly. “Well, I mean, one doesn’t wish to disparage others when they don’t have the opportunity to defend themselves.”

A chuckle came from Mr Van Der Linde, and you even saw a corner of Mr Morgan’s mouth twitch.

“We just want your honest opinion, that’s all.” Mr Matthews assured you. “No need to be disparaging.”

You paused, trying to think of the right way to phrase it. “Mr Cornwall...well, Mrs Zamolodchikova and I found him to be rather...brusque and arrogant. When Mrs Zamolodchikova turned down his request, he got rather upset and he seemed to take it as a personal affront.”

“She must’ve grown to regret that.” Mr Van Der Linde mused.

“Not at all. Mrs Zamolodchikova was happy for him of course, but she was also happy she rejected him. She said she couldn’t imagine being in business with someone so...tasteless.”

“Tasteless in what way?” Mr Matthews asked.

“Well he was...very new money.” When you saw the looks of confusion on the mens’ faces, you tried to think of a better way to phrase it. “He was something of a show off, and a little gaudy. He wore a lot of gold, I imagine to try and impress, but it came off as vain and rather insecure. Mrs Zamolodchikova was very critical of that kind of thing, and when she saw how self aggrandizing he became after his success, she grew to dislike him even more.”

Mr Van Der Linde nodded slowly, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. “It sounds like you’ve lead a rather interesting life.”

“I suppose you could say that.” Your eyes roamed over the two older men again. “I imagine that wasn’t the kind of information you wanted, my apologies Mr Van Der Linde.”

Despite your fears, the black haired man smiled and waved a hand. “It’s fine Miss [Last name]. I was just curious, that’s all. Javier, why don’t you walk her back to where she’s staying?”

“Sure thing boss.”

You turned to leave with Mr Escuella, but you hesitated just as he put a hand on the door knob. “Wait.” All eyes were back on you, and you felt yourself flush, but you felt that you needed to get this out. “I just-I just wanted to add that Mr Cornwall is a very powerful man, and in my opinion, and in the opinion of mutual acquaintances that he and I share, he is lead more by pride and ego than wisdom. He doesn’t take insults lightly and can be rather harsh.” You were very careful and deliberate with your words, not wanting to seem like you knew better, but still wanting to convey your feelings of apprehension.

Mr Van Der Linde raised an eyebrow, and you got the feeling that he understood what you were trying to say. “Duly noted Miss.”

You nodded, and turned back to Mr Escuella, this time actually following him outside.

“You must’ve lived a pretty good life for a while.”

You shrugged and felt yourself blush heavily. “I suppose.” It always somewhat embarrassed you, knowing how different your life had been from other people, especially those who were born into the same class as yourself. “I honestly just think I got lucky.” You looked down at your feet. “Don’t feel so lucky now though.”

A heavy silence hung between you two, and you had to bite the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from crying.

“Sorry.” You said softly. “I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my woes.”

“It’s ok.” Mr Escuella assured you, his voice kind again. “Considering everything you’ve been through, I’d say you have a right to let your feelings out.”

You looked at Mr Escuella in surprise. You hadn’t really thought about it like that. “You’re very kind.” You said sincerely. “Sadie might not think so but I certainly do.”

That brought a bright smile to Mr Escuella’s face, which made you smile in turn. You always enjoyed making people smile, it made you feel good, and you felt that it proved that you were useful and worth something for once.

“You’re a sweet kid.” Mr Escuella’s eyes were shining, although you couldn’t hazard a guess as to why. “Don’t let anyone beat that out of you, ok?”

“I-Ok.” You weren’t sure how else you should respond, being so unused to compliments from strangers. You watched as he held the door to the house with the other women open. “Are you not coming in?”

“Nah.” He smiled. “You stay warm ok?”

“Of course, and you as well Mr Escuella.” You went inside, and no sooner was the door closed that you were practically swarmed by Miss Jones, Miss Gaskill, and Miss Jackson.

“What did they want?”

“You weren’t gone for very long, did everything go alright?”

“Are you allowed to say?”

You felt yourself flush as you tried to keep track of who was asking which question. “It was nothing special.” You said. “They just wanted to know how I knew Mr Cornwall.”

Of course they all also wanted to know, and so you told them what you had told Mr Van Der Linde, Mr Matthews, Mr Morgan, and Mr Escuella-omitting your warning at the end.

Much like the men, they were stunned to hear your story.

“So you grew up pretty well to do.” Miss Jones said, in a tone that sounded impressed and envious.

“I-Well, yes, I suppose.” The embarrassment from earlier had returned. “I was extremely privileged.”

“What was it like?” Miss Gaskill asked, sounding wistful. “Being in that world?”

You paused, trying to think of a good way to describe it.

“When I was a little girl, it was dazzling.” You confessed. “All those men and women in their finery...it looked like an entirely different world. Like a fairy tale.”

“Oh yeah?” Miss Jackson raised a brow. “Meet any prince charmings?”

You laughed. “I met some well to do gentlemen if that’s what you mean.”

“I think she means suitors.” Miss Gaskill said with a giggle, and an eager look on her face. “Well, did you?”

“Oh!” A scorching heat unlike any of the others from before overcame you, and you felt your throat dry up. “I-Well-no.” You stammered, looking askance out of embarrassment.

“Really?”

You looked up and saw Miss Roberts looking at you with surprise. “You mean none of them tried to…” She trailed off, leaving you to fill in the blank.

“Not at all.” You said, your flush worsening. “After all, I was just a maid’s daughter.”

And therein lies the rub.

No matter how much you learned or how you dressed or how you behaved, everyone knew that you were just the daughter of a maid who Mrs Zamolodchikova had taken pity on. Most of them had been polite enough, but that boundary had always been there, and always would be. You had grown accustomed to it, the way one would grow accustomed to a permanent limp. And it left you with what you imagined would be the same level of alienation. It was one of the many unfortunate side effects of being born as yourself, and one you had learned how to deal and navigate the world with.

But it would always be a fairy tale to you. Beautiful, grand, never within your reach no matter how well you knew it. And you would always be that little girl that chased after it with every breath in her chest.

[m-oddinsdottir]

DARK COLD NIGHTS • 🐺🌙🐺🌙

John Marston x Fem!OC

Word Count: 1,706

Warnings: slightly angsty, wounds, blood, medical intervention

Summary: When Jude, the nurse of the gang, asks Arthur to search for her husband the least she had expected was him coming back with the injuries of a wolf attack.

A/N: English isn’t my first language so please feel free to correct me if something is wrong <3 (+ I haven’t been writing lately, this is the first thing I write in months)

Part Two. Masterlist

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The cold made her bones feel like small branches being torn off by the hooves of horses under their steps. It only seemed like yesterday when they were riding in a warmer climate, brown leaves falling behind them and a tolerable breeze that made her hair be pulled back revealing the wide smile that usually decorated Jude’s lips.

Now, that smile was long gone. Stuck on that wooden cabin over the snow filled mountains. Her cheeks red due to the cold and her hands rubbing together as she tried to warm herself up. Her body was wrapped around one of her husband’s coats, he had decided to give her the warmer one before leaving… Despite their previous fight and her cursing towards him, he had handed her the warmer coat.

Jude frowned as she pulled the coat closer to her body, trying to catch a hint of his scent. Two days. Two days had went by since John had left in a course that was supposed to last half a day. He was supposed to go north… But what if he had went farther? It wouldn’t be the first time John abandoned the gang. Now, he was married to her, yes but her heart couldn’t help but clench with fear at the mere thought.

Jude didn’t trust John.

It’s been like that for a while. Jude didn’t dare to admit it but deep down she knew the man hadn’t earned her trust. She loved him and even though he knew, he had left her… No, he had left them all for a year. Loyalty. The only virtue Dutch Van der Linden praised his gang to own. And the only virtue her now husband seemed to lack of.

May truth be told, Marston was on his knees for her the second he had got back to camp, her hand wrapped around his and his lips kissing her empty ring finger over and over… and over again. Asking for her hand in marriage.

She loved him and he loved her. It didn’t matter they had tried to bury those feelings under the snow before. Snow always melts.

And that’s why she had almost pleaded to Arthur for him to go look for John. And despite his reluctance, he had ended up agreeing. Arthur may not be keen for Marston but his wife occupied a special spot over his rotten heart and that’s the reason why he ended up agreeing.

Through the loud crying of Ms. Adler, Jude managed to hear two male voices calling out for help outside of the cabins. The girl picked up her lower skirts as she rushed outside, the sight and not the cold making her freeze. Her eyes observed as her husband was helped to dismount a horse.

A trail of crimson in the white snow lead her to his trembling form as the others helped him walk. His face… His face was bleeding out of multiple scratches a wild animal seemed to have pierced on his skin. A wolf, Jude supposed as she feared those weren’t his only wounds.

Her eyes quickly analyzed his frame, a visible wound over his elbow, face bleeding out and limping. ‘Bring him inside’ Jude commanded before quickly entering the room again, she rushed everyone to get out of the way before preparing a small bed for her to tend his wounds in.

Jude was considered the nurse of the gang. She had basic medical knowledge, thanks to her father being a doctor. Probably, the only thing Jude was grateful for regarding to that man. Usually, everyone reached out for her when it came to basic injuries like cuts but she had also tended to bullet wounds before. Now, she had to take care of her husband whose face has been ripped open.

Jude didn’t allow herself to even shiver when she began taking out her supplies and John was carefully placed on the small bed. She didn’t even look up to thank the people who had brought him inside but she smiled at them even though the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

With a groan, John moved his hand up to try and caress his wife’s cheek. ‘My love-’

‘You're a moron, John Marston.’ She interrupted him coldly however her face betrayed for a second her vulnerability as she struggled to thread the needle. ‘Lay down and don’t bother me’

A bitter laugh broke through Marston’s raspy voice and it made him wince with pain so Jude smirked triumphantly. ‘I love you too’ He answered back before he choked on a scream that threatened to leave his lips when she began to clean the wounds over his face. ‘Careful, woman! Goddamnit…’

Jude raised a brow at him as she continued to clean the cuts over his face. ‘I'll be careful when you stop being so damn reckless’

Her voice clearly showed her concern and her frustration as she began to try and thread the needle again. She quickly stood up to burn the needle over the fireplace to sterilize it before sitting down beside him again. John growled while he shifted again to be able to place one hand over her thigh reassuringly. However, he didn’t say a word as Jude approached the needle to his fresh wounds, she held the skin of his face close before making the first stitch. John squeezed her thigh with pain as he clenched his jaw.

‘It’ll be over soon, you’re probably going to pass out in a minute’ She mumbled under her breath, her face contorted with concentration as John’s eyes widened and looked up at her.

‘Pass-?! What do you mean pass out?’ His voice sounded gruffy in his attempt to not blur the words together. A small smile appeared over her lips as she moved her pinky up to brush his hair out of his face in a gentle gesture that made John close his eyes.

A gentle chuckle escaped her lips before she pierced his skin again with the needle. ‘Don't act all dramatic with me now, love. You’ve been through worse’

‘Can’t you at least be more gentle?!’ John snapped at her which made her raise a brow at him before she pierced his skin again.

‘Speak to me like that again and I will ask Arthur to bring you back to the cold mountain where he probably found you’ Jude responded in an almost teasing tone before he groaned and squeezed her thigh again.

After a few more stitches, the man passed out in her arms and she frowned with worry before putting a finger underneath his nose to feel his breathing. A shaky sigh escaped her lips before she continued tending to his wounds.

One tear escaped her eyes as she noticed the extent of the injuries and she damned herself for that, she wiped them away roughly in an attempt to clear her sight as she pierced his skin again with the needle. ‘Damn it’ Jude whispered.

She had tried to remain her composure while John was awake… But now, she was slowly beginning to loose it. Guilt run through her blood, clouding her senses and making her hands begin to tremble. She had supposed John had abandoned her, she had supposed he had run away after their fight, she had supposed he had left her alone… And all that time, he was alone in the cold, injured, waiting for the death to arrive and with a lighter coat. Because he had handed her the warmer coat… He and his damn stubbornness. Jude shivered and she pulled the blanket up over his body.

‘Ms. Marston…’

Jude didn’t bother looking up as she wiped her tears away again and made another stitch. ‘He's going to be alright if that's what you want to ask’ She stated before one of her tears fell over John’s face, wiping away some of the blood that still covered his features.

Noticing the way Jude had suddenly frozen, the person talked again, this time approaching her slightly. ‘I have some knowledge about taking care of animal inflicted wounds like this… You don’t have to do it’

Jude immediately looked up into the unknown’s eyes. She recognized him at the indigenous man that had joined the gang a few days ago… Charles? She believed that was his name.

‘I… It’s okay- I just…’ The long haired man shook his head before kneeling down next to her and gently grabbing the needle from her hands.

‘Please, allow me’ He just whispered before beginning to carefully finish some of the stitches around the wounds that needed them the most on John’s face.

Jude remained still as Charles helped taking care of her husband’s wounds. Her hands were shaking over her lap before she moved them slightly to brush them along John’s hair being careful not to move his head. After a few seconds, she stood up and checked on other wounds around his body… ‘These don’t need any help’ Jude informed to Charles with a strained voice before he hummed and she cleared her throat. ‘I… I’m worried about his eye’

Charles looked up at her before checking on his bloodied left eye. He separated his eyelids with his fingers to be able to look into it ‘I don’t see any scratches on the globe’ Charles just whispered back and she sighed softly before nodding.

The man handed the needle back to her when he was done and a gentle smile appeared over Jude’s lips. ‘Thanks’ She mumbled not daring to say his name in case she was wrong. ‘I'll… Uh, I'll just wrap him up’

Jude didn’t look back at Charles as he walked away handing her the needed space with her husband as she began to wrap a bandage around his head and specially into his left eye where she placed a few gauzes to soak up the blood. When she was done, Jude gently placed John’s head over her lap while she rested her back against the wooden wall.

All there was left to do was wait. Wait for her husband to wake up, wait for her to not be buried on her own guilt and wait… For them all to not die in the snow of the mountains.

[redeadepression]

This Fiction Masterlist has been updated to include all of my writing for this blog/fandom to date. Fics and Headcanons will be placed under a Character Header so you can easily find writing for specific characters you wish to read about. Full fan fictions and Headcanons are separated for easy searching. Titles should contain warnings. There will be additional warnings on the actual posts too so: Please read them carefully! 

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John Marston x Abigail Roberts Marston

Reflections Series - DISCONTINUED :

- Taking | Warnings: explicit | Words: 5773 (John x oc)

- Falling| Warnings: explicit | Words: 11,216 (John x Abigail)

- Leaving | Warnings: explicit | Words: 5765  (John x Abigail)

- Pining | Warnings: explicit | Words: 5153 (John x [prostitute] oc)

- Hurting | Warnings: explicit, attempted suicide | Words: 6087  (John x Abigail)

- Shattering | Warnings: explicit, cheating | words 23999  (John x Abigail)

- Colter | Warnings: Graphic depictions of self-harm, mild gore, suicidal thoughts | words 16699 (John x Abigail)

- Horseshoe Overlook | Warnings: LOTS please check the post | words: 65895 (John x Abigail)

- Clemens Point | Warnings: LOTS please check the posts | words: 84146

DISCONTINUED

Misc:

- Caught | Warnings: explicit | words: 2530

- Apologies | Warnings: Explicit!, watersports | words: 7989

-  Heart to Heart | Warnings: Mentions of BDSM, Dom/Sub & Mommy Kink | Words: 3281

- Now You Know | Sequel to ‘what if’ | Warnings: Explicit, Dom!Sub, Humiliation kink | words: 7860

- Men, Not Books | Warnings: Heavy angst, Past child abuse | words: 6037 

- Misconceive  | Warnings: Explicit | words:12278

- It’s Mutual | warnings: Explicit | words: 2488

John Marston x Reader (see title for reader gender)

- Bedtime John/F!Reader | Warnings: Explicit | Words: 5337

- What if John/F!Reader | Warnings: Explicit, Cheating | Words: 3771

- Untitled John Fic John/F!Reader | Warnings: Suicidal thoughts | Words: 4608

- Hair pulling drabble | words: 151 (GN Reader)

- Pegging drabble | words: 830 (Pegging implies Fem reader but no gender is mentioned)

- Now You Know | John Marston/F!Reader/Abigail Roberts Marston Sequel to ‘what if’ | Warnings: Explicit, Dom!Sub, Humiliation kink | words: 7860

John Marston x My OC (Karmen Cassady)

- Grinding Aussie Christmas John/OC | Modern AU | Warnings: Explicit | Words 1935

- The Last John/OC | Warnings: Explicit | Words: 3831

- Seven Minutes | John/OC | Warnings: None | Words: 2767

John Marston (No Pairing)

- Care | Warnings: none | Words: 2192

- Change | Warnings: none | Words: 5423

- Don’t Go | Warnings: Implied/Referenced Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Anxiety, Mental Health Issues | Words: 1547

- Just Ask | Warnings: Implied/Reference Suicide Attempt, Mental Health issues, depression | Words: 1503

- Untitled | Warnings: Watersports/Piss Kink, Masturbation | Words: 1306

Arthur Morgan x Reader  (see title for reader gender)

- Arthur Morgan x F!Reader - Finally | Warnings: Explicit | Words: 3195

- Arthur Morgan x F!Reader - Red Handed | Warnings: Explicit | Words: 3786

- Arthur Morgan x F!Reader - Return | Warnings: Explicit,  voyeurism/exhibitionism kink | 4688

- Arthur Morgan x F!Reader (Light skinned, Plus Sized), | Dutch’s Con | Warnings: Reader is described to look like my secret cupid | Words: 3443

Arthur Morgan (no pairing)

- Care | Warnings: none | Words: 2192

- Change | Warnings: none | Words: 5423

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~~~ Headcanon posts that involve multiple characters will be duplicated and posted under both character headings. You may click on a link for John Marston Headcanons and find Arthur’s name at the top of the page. This just means I have answered a question about two characters on the same post. Scroll to read about the character you’re interested in. If this is the case the link will be posted under both John and Arthur’s name. ~~~

- John Marston | Hurt/Comfort Headcanons

- John Marston | Sub!John Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | Jerking Off Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | Virgin!John Headcanons

- John Marston | John/F!Reader Morning Sex Headcanons | nsfw

- John Marston | John/Abigail/F!Reader Threesome Headcanons | nsfw

- John Marston Heartbroken Headcanons

- John Marston | Literally Dirty Headcanons | slightly nsfw

- John Marston Supportive Expectant Father Headcanons

- John Marston Taking F!Reader’s Virginity Headcanons | nsfw

- John Marston | Cuddling Headcanons

- John Marston Kink Headcanons/F!Reader | nsfw

- John Marston Non-Vanilla Kink Headcanons | READ AT OWN RISK | nsfw

- John Marston | Bisexual Fem!s/o Headcanons

- John Marston | Deaf GN!s/o Headcanons

- John Marston | Crush Sleeping on his chest Headcanons

- John Marston | Jealousy Headcanons

- John Marston | Fem!s/o Watersports Headcanons | Nsft | READ AT OWN RISK

- John Marston | Taking Jack Robbing Headcanons

- John Marston | Clucky John Headcanons

- John Marston | First time with S/O Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | Making Shy S/O Laugh Headcanons

- John Marston | Low honor foot/back rub Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | Not being able to swim Headcanons

- John/Arthur/F!Reader Threesome Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | S/O with facial Scars Headcanons

- John Marston | Male S/O that can sing Headcanons

- John Marston | Domestic Headcanons | Gender Neutral S/O

- John Marston | Fem S/O Cum Headcanons |Nsft

- John Marston | Sucking Dick Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | Murdered S/O Headcanons

- John Marston | Fem!S/O Playing Doctor Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | Cunnilingus Headcanons | Nsft

- John Marston | Voyeurism Headcanons | GN Reader | Nsft

- John Marston | Seducing Demure GN Reader Headcanons

- John Marston | Mental Illness Headcanons

- John Marston | Abigail’s Second Pregnancy Headcanons

- John Marston | John/Charles Headcanons

- Reactions to John’s Death Headcanons 

- Modern AU John Marston | John Headcanons

- Modern Au John Marston | MORE John Headcanons

- Modern Au John Marston | Scars Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Arthur/F!Reader Shower HCs | nsfw

- Arthur Morgan | Arthur/F!Reader/John Threesome HCs | Nsft

- Arthur Morgan | Arthur/F!Reader Encouragment HCs | Nsft

- Arthur Morgan | Jerking Off Headcanons | Nsft

- Arthur Morgan| Arthur/F!Reader Post Bath Sex Headcanons | nsfw

- Arthur Morgan Heartbroken Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan Protective of M!Reader Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | S/O Injured on the Job Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Bisexual Fem!s/o Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Horny Pregnant S/O Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Deaf GN!s/o Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Crush Sleeping on his chest Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Jealousy Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Making Shy S/O Laugh

- Arthur Morgan | Cuddling Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Arthur/John/F!Reader Threesome Headcanons | Nsft

- Arthur Morgan | Male S/O that can sing Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Protecting Fem S/O from Micah Headcanons 

- Arthur Morgan | Domestic Headcanons | Gender Neutral S/O

- Arthur Morgan | S/O get’s a dog without his permission Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | General SFW Headcanons | Sfw

- Arthur Morgan | Fem S/O Cum Headcanons | Nsft

- Arthur Morgan | Arthur being Bisexual Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Sucking Dick Headcanons | Nsft

- Arthur Morgan | Murdered S/O Headcanons 

- Arthur Morgan | Fem!S/O Playing Doctor Headcanons | Nsft

- Arthur Morgan | Mental Illness Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Modern AU Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Love Triangle with Javier and Reader Headcanons

Abigail Roberts Marston

- Abigail Roberts Marston | Shy F!Reader Headcanons

- Abigail Roberts Marston | Jealousy Headcanons

- Abigail Roberts Marston | Male S/O that can sing Headcanons

Sadie Adler

- Sadie Adler | Sadie/F!Reader Praise Kink Headcanons | Nsft

- Sadie Adler | Shy, 5ft, Fem s/o | Headcanons

Dutch Van der Linde

- Dutch Van der Linde | General NSFW Hedcanons | Nsft

- Dutch Van der Linde | Dutch/F!Reader Virginity Headcanons | Nsft

- Dutch Van der Linde | Making Shy S/O Laugh

- Dutch Van der Linde | Spanking Female S/O Headcanons | Nsft

- Dutch Van der Linde | Cum Headcanons | Nsft

- Dutch Van der Linde | Seducing Demure GN Reader Headcanons

Hosea Matthews

- Hosea Matthews | Hosea taking F!Reader’s Virginity Headcanons | Nsft

Sean Macguire

- Sean Macguire | First time w/Sean F!Reader Headcanons | Nsft

- Sean Macguire | Sean/M!Reader drabble | Nsft

- Sean Macguire | Deaf GN!s/o Headcanons

Kieran Duffy

- Kieran Duffy | Kieran/M!Reader drabble | Nsft

Charles Smith

- Charles Smith | Jealousy Headcanons

- Charles Smith | Making Shy S/O Laugh

- Charles Smith | Domestic Headcanons | Gender Neutral S/O

- Charles Smith | Fem S/O Cum Headcanons | nsft

- Charles Smith | Encouragement Headcanons | Nsft

- Charles Smith | Charles/John Headcanons

Bessie Matthews

- Bessie Matthews | Modern AU Vandermatthews Headcanons

Gang Headcanons

- Van der Linde Gang | Gross Habits Headcanons

- Van der Linde Gang | Random Gang Member’s Kinks Headcanons | Nsft

- Van der Linde Gang | Father’s Day Headcanons

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Fiction Masterlist

FanFiction:

❣️ John/Abigail Series

- Taking | Warnings: explicit | Words: 5773 (John x oc)

- Falling| Warnings: explicit | Words: 11,216 (John x Abigail)

- Leaving | Warnings: explicit | Words: 5765  (John x Abigail)

- Pining | Warnings: explicit | Words: 5153 (John x oc)

- Hurting | Warnings: explicit, attempted suicide | Words: 6087  (John x Abigail)

- Shattering | Warnings: explicit, cheating | words 23999  (John x Abigail)

- Colter | Warnings: Graphic depictions of self-harm, mild gore, suicidal thoughts | words 16699 (John x Abigail)

❣️  John/Abigail Misc

- Caught | Warnings: explicit | words: 2530

- Apologies | Warnings: Explicit!, watersports | words: 7989

❣️ John/Reader - John/OC

- Bedtime John/F!Reader | Warnings: Explicit | Words:  5337

- What if John/F!Reader | Warnings: Explicit, Cheating | Words: 3771

- Untitled John Fic John/F!Reader | Warnings: Suicidal thoughts | Words: 4608

- Hair pulling drabble | words: 151

- Pegging drabble | words: 830

❣️ John/OC (Karmen Cassady)

- Grinding Aussie Christmas John/OC | Modern AU | Warnings: Explicit | Words 1935

- The Last John/OC | Warnings: Explicit | Words: 3831

❣️ Arthur Fiction

- Arthur Morgan x F!Reader - Finally | Warnings: Explicit | Words: 3195 

- Arthur Morgan x F!Reader - Red Handed | Warnings: Explicit | Words: 3786

❣️ John|Arthur platonic

- Care | Warnings: none | Words: 2192

- Change | Warnings: none | Words: 5423

❣️ John/Arthur Paired [Morston]

- Bear Trap | Warnings: | Words: 517

Headcanons:

❣️ John Marston

- John Hurt/Comfort Headcanons

- Nsfw Sub!John Marston Headcanons

- Nsfw John Jerking Off Headcanons

- John Marston | Virgin Headcanons

- John/F!Reader Morning Sex Headcanons | nsfw

- John/Abigail/F!Reader Threesome Headcanons | nsfw

- John Marston Heartbroken Headcanons 

- John Marston | Literally Dirty Headcanons | slightly nsfw

- Reactions to John’s Death Headcanons

- John Marston Supportive Expectant Father Headcanons

- John Marston Taking F!Reader��s Virginity Headcanons | nsfw

- Cuddling John Marston | Arthur Morgan Headcanons

- John Marston Kink Headcanons/F!Reader | nsfw

- John Marston Non-Vanilla Kink Headcanons | READ AT OWN RISK | nsfw

- John Marston | Bisexual Fem!s/o Headcanons

- John Marston | Deaf GN!s/o Headcanons

- John Marston | Crush Sleeping on his chest Headcanons

- John Marston | Jealousy Headcanons

- John Marston | Fem!s/o Watersports Headcanons | Nsft | READ AT OWN RISK

- John Marston | Taking Jack Robbing Headcanons

❣️ Arthur Morgan

- Arthur/F!Reader Shower HCs | nsfw

- Arthur/F!Reader/John Threesome HCs | nsfw

- Arthur/F!Reader Encouragment HCs | nsfw

- Nsfw Arthur Jerking Off Headcanons

- Arthur/F!Reader Post Bath Sex Headcanons | nsfw

- Arthur Morgan Heartbroken Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan Protective of M!Reader Headcanons

- Arthur’s S/O Injured on the Job Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Bisexual Fem!s/o Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Horny Pregnant S/O Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Deaf GN!s/o Headcanons 

- Arthur Morgan | Crush Sleeping on his chest Headcanons

- Arthur Morgan | Jealousy Headcanons

❣️ Abigail Roberts

- Abigail|Shy F!Reader Headcanons

- Abigail Roberts | Jealousy Headcanons

❣️ Sadie Adler

- Sadie Adler/F!Reader Praise Kink Headcanons

- Sadie Adler | Shy, 5ft, Fem s/o | Headcanons

❣️ Dutch Van der Linde

- Nsfw Dutch Van der Linde Hedcanons

- Nsfw Dutch/F!Reader Virginity Headcanons

❣️  Hosea Matthews

- Nsfw | Hosea taking F!Reader’s Virginity Headcanons

❣️  Sean Macguire

- NSFW | First time w/Sean F!Reader Headcanons 

- Nsfw | Sean Mcguire M!Reader drabble

- Sean Macguire | Deaf GN!s/o Headcanons

❣️  Kieran Duffy

- Nsfw | Kieran Duffy/M!Reader drabble

❣️  Charles Smith

- Charles Smith | Jealousy Headcanons

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