#red dead redemption ocs

[honeycombewe]

Here’s Florence :3 One of my RDR2 oc

[nataliabdraws]

arthur sketches featuring my OC Ramona

[elesketchii]

angie and papà charles ☺️☺️

[tteokkirin]

she’s in my dreams and she knows my fate

[drinkinggblood]

You're a ghost You pass through me You're here, then you're gone I can see you from the corner of my eye.

based on this post

[evgar]

w- women 😳

[baleful-blurbs]

created an oc for the rdr universe because I wanted to see arthur morgan happy.... anyway she's a seamstress in valentine & i have pages of lore. 😐✍️

[whoslinger]

I don't often post (I mean, I never do) stuff about my ocs in here cuz no. But this one has Arthur in it, and my boy Bran, so I thought I'd post it.

[rdrshootist]

Good good boy ૮ ᴖﻌᴖა

Appreciation post for Cain bcs I hardly see any pics of him (•ᴖ•｡)

[gemini-forest]

Collab with @hatchi-matchii

Arthur as a dad vs John as a dad

[seirrro]

Commission for @tsuu-0 ❄❄❄

[sulleeu]

VULNERABILITY

arthur morgan oneshot!

pairing: high honor!arthur morgan x oc (name or looks not specified)

cw: established relationship, handjob, NSFW, MDNI

summary: Even big, bad outlaws want to be taken care of sometimes.

wc: 1.3k (a short one, i'm sorry)

an: saw a tiktok saying "when u rub his belly then slide ur pinky under his waistband" and i had to write oc taking care of arthur.

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The soft, rhythmic breathing suddenly came to a halt as she stirred in the bed, rolling onto her other side and pulling the covers up to her nose. She hummed in her sleep, faintly acknowledging the fact that he wasn’t asleep.

He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, the room spinning with darkness and his thoughts. One thought in particular: Dutch and money.

Arthur had always looked up to the older man. After all, Dutch had been his father figure for the majority of his life, and there was no denying it. He had taught Arthur everything, and Arthur knew no better. But one thing lingered in his mind—the countless words and hundreds of sentences Dutch had spoken to earn his trust and bend him to his will. Arthur had always been the workhorse. Money? Arthur. Food? Arthur. Someone from the gang got kidnapped? Wait… where’s Arthur? No matter the problem, in Dutch’s eyes, Arthur was always the solution. But those days were long gone.

Ever since Arthur met her, things had begun to change. He no longer felt obligated to the gang. He no longer felt like a dog chained to Dutch’s tent pole. He felt like an individual. Like an actual person. Not just a working animal that, once out of shape, would be sent to the slaughterhouse. With her, he felt like his purpose was to live life instead of merely surviving it.

He rolled onto his side to face her. Her eyes were closed, her nostrils flaring softly each time she exhaled. Her hair framed her face, falling down her cheeks and spreading across her pillow. He couldn’t help but feel love swell in his chest, his heart threatening to burst. He watched her for a moment before hesitantly reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The simple gesture made her stir again, and she groggily peered up at him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake ya,” he whispered apologetically, retreating his hand.

She smiled lazily, the darkness of the room almost swallowing the faint gesture, but he caught it just in time.

“Can’t sleep?” she mumbled, taking his hand into hers.

She absentmindedly traced the lines on his palm, then the scars that told countless stories he’d never share verbally to avoid worrying her. She sighed, her fingers dancing on his skin like a ballerina, then felt him shake his head.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. He rolled onto his back, his hand still captured in hers.

A beat of silence passed, and he remained quiet, too lost in thought to respond.

“You’re spiralin’,” she drawled, and he scoffed at that.

“Am not.”

He released a sharp breath, and she scooted closer to his side. Her warmth enveloped him, and he marveled at it, her presence lifting the weight off his shoulders. In that moment, nothing else mattered.

She nuzzled her nose into his neck, blowing warm air on his skin to soothe whatever was bothering him. Her hand came up to his chest, gently scratching at the firm muscles. His eyes involuntarily closed, and his breathing softened. She could feel his heartbeat slowing under her palm.

Drawing small circles with her finger, she moved her hand down his ribcage, tracing the outline of a scar etched into his skin. Letting her touch wander further, she reached the hard muscles of his stomach, her pinky lightly brushing against his skin while her thumb drew rhythmic patterns.

“Feels nice,” he exhaled, and she smiled against his skin.

Her index finger circled his belly button curiously, and he shivered under her touch, the hair on his arms rising in response. Her lips brushed the spot beneath his ear, then pressed a soft kiss to the delicate skin. Her pinky wandered to his waistband, sliding just beneath it before retreating as though nothing had happened. He let out a shuddering breath, a cold chill running down his spine as a jolt coursed through his body.

She did it again, this time letting more of her fingers slip below his waistband, her lips teasing his neck before trailing to his shoulder. He felt blood rush straight to his now-hardening cock, his fists clenching at his sides.

“Woman,” he breathed in warning, but his words fell on deaf ears.

She grinned against his skin as her hand reached his base, his cock hard as steel, swollen with blood. Her fingers circled him, her thumb running along a prominent vein. His breath hitched, and a low groan escaped his lips, one of his hands shooting down to grip her wrist in an effort to stop her.

“I’m serious,” he whispered, his voice laced with desperation. No matter how much he tried to hide it, she picked up on it instantly.

“Let me take care of you, Arthur,” she purred into his ear. “Let me make you forget about everything.”

He hesitated, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breath catching in his throat. His mind was too fogged to form rational thoughts.

“Please,” she murmured, kissing his collarbone to deepen the impact of her words.

Arthur couldn’t resist. His throbbing cock begged for release. His lower stomach tensed at her teasing touch, his body betraying him. Finally, he let go, allowing himself to submit.

“Yes.”

Her hand briefly left the warmth of his boxers, and she spat into her palm, wrapping her fingers around his base immediately after. Her digits slid across his skin, as though she were testing his limits. The weight of his desire rested in her palm, warm and pulsing, his sharp intake of breath betraying the sensitivity of her touch.

He exhaled her name, his voice rough with need, and her lips curved into a smile—soft, yet undeniably wicked. Slowly, deliberately, her grip tightened, and she began to move, her hand finding a slow rhythm that made his whole body tense, then melt against her.

The room seemed to shrink around them, the outside world and his worries long forgotten. His hips rose on an instinct, chasing the friction she was providing him, the muscles of his stomach tightening with every painfully slow stroke and her hit breath fanned over his ear.

“You’re so handsome like this,” she whispered, her voice low and breathless. Her free hand came to brush a loose strand of hair glued to his forehead away from his face and he felt his cock twitch at her words.

He was completely lost in the pleasure—his brows cinched tohether, his eyes closed. He huffed like a beast, shattering under her touch, falling apart. She felt pride bloom inside of her chest at the sole fact that someone like Arthur was completely at her mercy and was hers to do as she pleased.

The sounds he made—gasps, groans, breathless pleas and low moans—sent a thrill through her, a heat pooling between her legs. She absentmindedly rubbed her thighs together to soothe the ache.

She shifted her angle slightly, her movements growing slicker, smoother, as his breath came faster, his chest heaving. His hands gripped the sheets beneath him, knuckles white, and his lips parted, words tumbling out that neither of them fully understood.

And when he finally shattered beneath her touch, his whole body trembling, she didn’t stop until he was utterly spent, collapsing back against the pillows with a contented groan. She leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, her hand still resting lightly on him, not ready to let go just yet.

His seed dripped down her fingers, the sticky liquid smearing on his cock by a few experimental strokes. He squirmed at the overstimulation, moaning in slight pain and fisting the sheets harshly.

Moments later her hand stilled and his eyes fluttered open, hazy with satisfaction, and he reached for her, pulling her into his arms.

“You drive me insane,” he mumbled, his lips brushing her hair and she hummed in response, her hand giving his cock a light squeeze.

[nataliabdraws]

Since you all seemed to like my last Ramona and Arthur art here are more!! They are so fun to draw

[elesketchii]

buurp self indulgent art time! shoving the big tough man adopts reckless teenage girl trope in your face rn

[deemaalawa]

every day is! sadie adler appreciation day!

[ashchoo]

I’m so crazy for him hehehe