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before you hate think, did arthur morgan die for this? if so, go ahead .

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before you hate think, did arthur morgan die for this? if so, go ahead .

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he had two camp members down bad for him and he didn’t even know

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rdr2 didn't really explore Micah and Bill's dynamic that much but i imagine it's something like this because it's too funny

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Try not to lose your head, O'Driscoll boy

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im losing btw.

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Doodle dump

The forth one is my red dead online oc

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The way this fandom treats Javier like he’s some bum ass boring Mexican actually makes me want to step on nails and swallow glass.

“Nothing special about him” My dear friend he’s one of the only gang members we actually get to see in the first game and has a HUGE impact in both of the RDR stories.

‼️‼️Kindly shut up‼️‼️‼️

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she’s so pretty!!! and he’s there also i think!

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every straight man who plays this game wants to dickride arthur morgan and john marston until they get pregnant

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my vision is clear

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my son (kieran) deserves a horse themed birthday party. BRING OUT THE HORSES.

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𓈒ིུ𖥨᩠ׄ݁ ͜͡✿͜͡ ❤︎ 세상은 chocolate ♱ ✧ 𓈒༑•̩̩͙ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❀ •̩̩͙༑

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cw: oral sex (f!receiving), religious connotations

Arthur Morgan doesn't consider himself a religious man, but when he's praying at the altar between your thighs, he thinks for a moment he can see the face of God.

There's a little corner behind the church in Valentine, just beyond the back steps and around the side facing away from town where he kneels on the ground before you, his head and shoulders tucked up under your skirts, fistfuls of his hair bunched in your greedy fists. He works fast and he works hard, two fingers sunk into your cunt and a tongue that knows exactly where your sweetest spot is so you cry his name in that pretty moan of yours.

"Arthur, God- just like that," you keen, bracing your back against the wall, uncaring that the splintered wood has scratched into your delicate skin. You hear him groan some kind of affirmative sound when your knees threaten to buckle, and suddenly his big hand is under your thigh, lifting one leg up onto his shoulder.

"I gotcha," he says. "Just relax."

You aren't sure until his other hand lays flat against your belly, pressing you flush against the wall; you let yourself relax and be taken care of, just as he promised. The stubble on his face scratches delightfully against the warmth of your flesh, and he slides two thick fingers inside you again until you're nearly sobbing.

He's surrounded by you. Suffocated, even, and he reckons it wouldn't be a bad way to go. He knows he doesn't deserve a quick, merciful death, but when he's got his mouth on your pussy and his nose pressed into your nest of pubic hair, he thinks he could die a most happy fella.

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so Charles was sitting by the campfire and telling the gang something sad about his life and all so i decided to cheer him up a bit AND ARTHUR JUST- 😭😭

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Hardest worker in camp!

Well someone’s gotta do it!!

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🗿IM BACK FROM THE DEAD🗿 bringing you another silly scene from rdr2 my beloved

Most underrated scene- needs more time in the spotlight