#rdr2 thirsts

[a1yaaaa]

Arthur Morgan…and his arms…

so real, nonnie. so real. his thick fucking biceps, broad shoulders, large hands....... mmmmmmm

[dutchysasscheek]

Can you guys STOP making such slutty pics of Arthur and post them?!! 🤬🤬🤬

I can’t like them all….

[ineffably-poetic]

hey guess who finally finsihed rdr2 (including the epilogue) a couple days ago. me !!

and guess who started a new save file today because i'm obsessed?? also me :D

[papaue00]

Handsome cowboah

[donnieisaprettyboy]

me: ugh im literally in love with arthur morgan

my fiancé:

me:

my fiancé: that’s okay, if I ever had a chance with brennan lee mulligan I’d take it

[cowgremlin11]

Blessed be those who hunger and thirst for Righteousness.

[rockscanfly]

Parabellum, Chapter 1: The Gang Probably Needs an HR Department

Arthur hitched Maeve to her post after returning to camp and dropped off the mail with Hosea for later distribution. Looking around, he spied Javier posted up on a log, facing out towards the water with a case of beer at his feet. The other man’s bowler was dipped low over his face, but his attention was clearly fixed on something in the distance as he distractedly twirled one of his knives over his fingers.

Arthur flopped gracelessly onto the log next to Javier, rolling his neck with a loud pop. "Watchu lookin' at?"

Javier shrugged, not so much as glancing at Arthur as he took another sip from the open beer tucked next to his feet. "Just watchin' the show, brother. Watchin’ the show."

Arthur looked around, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. No one was fightin', drownin', or hollerin'. Which, come to think of it, was maybe a little out of the ordinary itself. "Show?"

Javier jerked his head forward of their seat, down towards the woodpile at the lakeside edge of camp. "Best one in town."

Arthur squinted, then swallowed, mouth dry. Charles was chopping wood down by the water's edge, bare-chested in the sticky heat. He’d been at it for a while, as evidenced by the copious number of neatly split logs piled at his feet. His skin glistened in the afternoon light, the soft swell of his muscular chest and arms coated in a healthy sheen of sweat.

The heavy muscles of Charles' back bunched as he brought the axe overhead, biceps straining and flexing before he brought it down on another log in a smooth, powerful swing. The dimples above his ass stood-out in shadowed relief as he bent to retrieve and set another log, dark hair sweeping in a beautiful wet tangle over his face.

Arthur adjusted himself on his seat, lazily snagging a beer from the crate. “Almost feels like we should be tippin’ him,” he joked, whistling under his breath.

“You can say that again, brother,” Javier said, absently clinking his beer against Arthur’s own.

“What are you two fools up to?” Sadie asked, walking over from dropping a fistful of dollars and trinkets in the camp collection box.

Arthur offered her a beer, scooting down the log to open space for her to sit. “Sightseeing.”

Sadie took the beer, swigging back half of it in one long pull. She looked down the hill in the direction of Javier and Arthur’s gazes, spotting Charles.

“Whew,” she said, biting her lip as Charles effortlessly split another log. “Couldn’t knock him over with a pail fulla water.”

Javier and Arthur nodded. Arthur’s fingers itched to sketch the scene in his journal, but it was too pretty a picture to look away from.

Sadie nudged Arthur’s shoulder with her hip. “So, you two just gonna look, or you gonna do something about all that?”

Arthur’s cheeks grew hot. Next to him, Javier choked on his beer, knife dropping to the dirt.

“I’m good over here,” Arthur muttered, pulling his hat down over his burning ears.

Sadie snorted. “Never been much for spectatin’, myself,” she said, breezy. She snagged a fresh beer from the crate, passing her half-finished one to Arthur. “You two sit tight.”

Before Arthur could stop her, Sadie sidled down the slope to Charles, casually as you please.

“Charles,” she called, stepping up as he grabbed another log. “Take a break, big man. Brought you a drink.”

Charles paused, setting the axe to the side. Arthur could see his slight smile, surprised but pleased. “Kind of you, Sadie,” he said, accepting the beer.

Sadie put her hand on her hip, giving Charles a rare smile. “You’re the only one of these lazy bastards out here workin’ in the heat of the day,” she said. “Figured hard work should get rewarded.”

Charles chuckled, wiping beads of sweat from his brow as he took a drink. “Well, thank you.”

Sadie waved him off. “Ain’t no trouble,” she said.

As Charles straightened from setting his beer down, Sadie made as if to step past him, then stumbled. “Shit!” she exclaimed, falling forwards. Charles jumped to catch her, stumbling over a split log. They fell together, Charles landing with his back on the ground.

Arthur watched in jealous fascination as Sadie caught herself, hands braced against the thick, glistening muscle of Charles’ chest.

“Whoops,” Sadie said, clenching the solid, slick muscle under her hands. “Clumsy me.”

They stayed like that for a long moment, Charles blinking on the ground while Sadie’s fingers squeezed the plush flesh of Charles’ pecs, his smooth skin dimpling under her finger.

“Umm,” Charles said, finally. “You can, uh. Get up now?”

Sadie shrugged, standing. “If you insist,” she said, reaching down a hand to help pull Charles back up to his feet.

Charles accepted, brushing the seat of his pants free of dirt.

“Gotta say, Charles,” Sadie said, grinning as Charles awkwardly reached for the axe, clearly intent on returning to chopping wood and pretending the last minute had never happened. “You’ve got the nicest set of tits in camp, exceptin’ Karen’s.”

Charles made a strained noise, eyes widening bigger than a field mouse lookin’ straight at a cat. “Thank you?” he squeaked, stepping backward to put the stump between Sadie and him.

Sadie just nodded, smiling beatifically. “Well, don’t let me disturb you,” she said, tipping her hat at Charles and sauntering back up the hill.

Arthur and Javier stared at her, slack-jawed, as she retrieved her beer from Arthur’s limp grip.

“Have a good afternoon, fellas,” she said as she walked over to the ladies’ wagon, whistling cheerfully.

A/N: Javier and Arthur watching Charles chop wood at Clemens Point: Would Sadie, who has bigger balls than the rest of the gang combined: Will (I shouldn't have to say this but obviously it is not actually okay or appropriate to grope your coworkers)

[lise-soontobemarried]

Guys, I'm so sorry, I've owed you this for so long. Life keeps knocking us down, but we gotta get back up there, just like Arthur 👑💪 been getting back into the game, slowly, and before I show you all the thirst traps, I had some fun with Arthur today 💯 still can't get enough of this game, of the atmosphere, even after all these years ⭐

This is an old save, and once I find the way back to my old self, I'm gonna start a new game, and share with you every single step of the way ❤️ I promise 💯

Love each and every one of you ❤️

[therogerclarkfanclub]

Honestly this puts the Marlboro Man and Old Spice guy to shame and any other designer cologne commercial too. This is the whole damn cake with an entire bottle of cherries on top 🔥🥵

Credit: Wild_blue_bonnet (IG) (@eularosea)

[monochromereflections]

Spending Xmas Eve thinking about Arthur's 🍆

[omgwowhahah]

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[reddeadfag]

i can't stand bitches who thrist trap arthur like he's some 6'5" blond skinny hunk. bros been living as an outlaw for 20 years, grow up.

[dutchysasscheek]

Don’t let them find us

[shinobufied]

i love arthurs chin scar so much its not normal. i always purposely keep his beard short because 1. preference but also bc it just looks so good. im going feral. in heat. its the best addition to the character ever. also he has biteable arms.

[rabidrekijo]

Legit struggling with the whole Arthur Morgan thing

[dutchysasscheek]

Im Both

2 types of arthur morgan fans, one treats him like a pet hamster and the other wants to suck his dick till his stomach caves in like a caprisun