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[nthspecialll]

The parallels between Arthur and John ruins me every day.

Arthur died giving John time to run to his family and find a home.

John died giving his family time to escape from their home.

The first quest in rdr2 Arthur kills three wolves to save John, wolves that had nearly killed his brother.

Last quest in rdr2 John kills three men to revenge Arthur, men who had killed his brother. (They protected Micah)

[red-dead-rosemary]

[vittoriaisfuckingpathetic]

me: *takes a deep breath*

me: i lo-

anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love John Marston, we know, you love John Marston so much, he's the light of your life, you love him so much, you just love John Marston, we KNOW , you love John Marston you fucking love John Marston ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE JOHN MARSTON. WE GET IT.

[robthecowboah]

she pretty tho

[roamingtigress]

Yet another cute Vandermatthews headcanon.

Dutch *loves* his curls being played with, but will sometimes act annoyed by it, which encourages Hosea to play with them more. Sooner or later Dutch will be pushing the back of his big ol head into his fingers and will flop in his lap in a state of complete bliss 💕

[arthurmorganshorsey]

rdr2 420 smoking with headcanons🍃 (im a little late)

Arthur: He'd be a bit goofy and touchy feely. Nothing he will say will make any sense, but he'll make it seem so deep. Would probably be all cuddly with the person he loves when he isn't brave enough to initiate it sober. He would also insist everyone come outside and watch the sunset with him. He'd also probably pick every flower in the mile radius because it "looked nice". Probably tries to yap to every small animal in sight.

Dutch: First, he'd start yapping about his favorite author Evelyn Miller's work and getting all philosophical. Then. PARANOID. There is no way this man wouldn't be paranoid. He's paranoid sober. "Shit shit what was that??!" "ODRISCOLLS?!?!? COLM ODRISCOLL IS GON COME AROUND FOR MY HEAD! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE"

John: Just an absolute dumbass. He wouldn't have much to say because the few braincells in his head have been taken by the za za. He probably hogged the joint. He's nonverbal in the corner. You'll find him staring at a wall deeply.

Javier: He definitely gets very musical and sings a lot. The second the zaza kicks in he's reaching for his guitar, singing goofy lil songs.

Charles: He probably starts actually talking about deep things. He talks about wanting peace and wanting to stop the injustices he sees in the world. Also probably the only one who goes with Arthur to watch the sunset.

Hosea: He probably also gets very deep. He's also trying to calm his husband Dutch down for most of the time, reassuring him that nobody's coming for him.

[sixgunluvr]

Mature 18+ Readers only!

Just a short story written in 1st person.

The looks he gives me stir something deep inside of me, an ache that only he can sate.

Without hesitation, Arthur thrust inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion, feeling him fill me to the brim. He felt amazing, like he was made to fit me perfectly. The feeling of him inside me was enough to make my toes curl, but when he began to move, that's when things got really intense.

Arthur set a punishing rhythm, driving into me with such force that the whole bed shook beneath me.

Every thrust seemed to reach deeper than the last, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that made me cry out his name.

He wrapped one hand around my throat, not enough to choke but just enough to remind me who was in charge. With the other, he reached down between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing slow circles around it. My orgasm built quickly, climbing higher and higher until I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff, ready to tumble over.

"Come for me," Arthur growled, his voice low and commanding.

He increased the pace of his fingers on my clit, and within seconds I was tumbling over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

Arthur didn't let up, continuing to thrust into me with hard, deep strokes that made me see stars. His fingers on my clit remained relentless, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure from my body.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," I chanted, unable to form complete sentences.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Arthur continued to piston in and out of me, his hips slapping against my thighs. Sweat dripped from his brow, landing on my chest and mixing with the sweat already there. His grip on my hips tightened, leaving bruises that would linger long after this moment had passed.

"Say it.

Tell me whose pussy this is," Arthur demanded as he thrust into me again, making my whole body shudder with pleasure.

"Yours," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Only yours."

Arthur grunted in satisfaction, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt himself getting closer to the edge.

"That's right, darlin'. You're mine." Arthur's words sent a thrill down my spine, and I felt myself getting even wetter. He thrust into me once more, his hips slapping against my thighs with a loud smack.

I could feel his cock swelling inside me, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm. His fingers on my clit moved with a newfound urgency, and within seconds I was screaming his name, my pussy clenching around him like a vice.

Arthur groaned as he felt me come, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting and gasping for breath.

"Fuck, darlin'," he murmured, his voice muffled by my hair.

His breath was hot against my skin, making me shiver in delight. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest, matching the rhythm of my own.

Arthur's body was still intimately joined with mine, and I didn't want him to move. I never wanted this moment to end. But all too soon, he rolled off me and onto his back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

I turned to face him, propping myself up on my elbow as I studied his handsome face.

His green eyes were dark with desire, and his brown hair was tousled from our earlier activities. I couldn't help but reach out and run my fingers through it, marveling at the softness of the strands.

Arthur caught my hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my wrist. "You're amazing, darlin'," he murmured.

I blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread throughout my body. No one had ever made me feel so desired before.

[bobabisch]

Saw this in a tiktok comment section. I don't believe in God but I think Arthur was probably starting to near the end, plus this is a lovely sentiment regardless of your religion

[rdr2stories]

"Husband" a jovier fanfic.

A short fanfiction about John thinking about his relationship with Abigail and his old with Javier.

The night was quiet and cold, not a single sound to be heard except the occasional sigh from the sleeping woman beside him as she turned. This was not what he had imagined laying next to his wife would feel like. Wasn't he meant to feel warm lying next to the person he would spend the rest of his life with? How was it possible for him not to feel warm when she was? Wasn’t it physics that he should be warm?

Abigail did look pretty laying there with her ruffled hair spayed over her sleepy face and her mouth slightly parted. That little feeling in the bottom of his stomach grew again and he wanted to vomit, that thought creeping in the back of his mind, pretty not attractive. Had he ever found her attractive? Had he never admired her in a way that wasn’t the same as when he admired Arthur? Someone he was close to who looked good but… not good.

What a fool he was, of course, he had, she was his wife, they had a child, they had laid together, of course he found her attractive.

It wasn’t just his own doubting voice that nagged at the back of his head, but another, one that had spoken to him many many years ago that still would not leave hin alone.

It had been a night just like that one, a quiet night that had been even colder, but he hadn’t felt cold, he had felt warm pressed up against Javier’s chest, looking at his lips, studying the ways that they slightly parted as he breathed in through his mouth, a little habit he had.

He had been happy then, properly happy, laying next to Javier, the two of them simply watching each other with soft, affectionate eyes. John had never felt as much affection towards anyone as his brother in arms, the man who had saved him a million times, the man he had saved a million times.

The man.

Even then, in the happiest of their moments, it had been there in the back of his mind. Man. He had been okay with it because he hadn’t seen it as something that would last. He knew he couldn’t allow it to no matter how much he loved Javier. Unconventional love was accepted in the camp, they had rejected the law so why not the social norms as well, but it still hung on a little bit. The gang would allow flings between men, heck it was common even, back then it hadn’t been uncommon for John to catch Sean and Lenny at it in his tent, but long-lasting love? The marriage kind? It still wasn’t accepted between the boys.

Javier had kissed John, John had kissed back, he loved Javier, he had known that, he had also known he had loved him more than Abigail, he just hadn’t accepted it. No matter what aspect of Abigail he thought of, whether it be beauty, intelligence or personality, he always liked Javier better… Javier knew, John knew that Javier knew and John knew that Javier wanted more. He wanted the kind of love that wasn’t theirs to have.

“We could do it, you know,” Javier said, breaking the comfortable silence between them. “We could do it.”

John let out a slight huff. “What makes you think we wouldn’t be skinned alive?”

“Dutch and Hosea has done it,” Javier replied as he brushed a few strains of hair behind John’s ear. “They are together, they ain’t married but they are together in every other way, no one has skinned them, people respect them.”

John shook his head. “They don’t respect them, they just fear Dutch and like his plans enough to overlook his love with Hosea, who no one respects. Was it Hosea with someone else? They would have tried to slaughter him, would they have come far? No, but they would have tried.”

“Then let’s make them fear us,” Javier cupped John’s face. “We got the looks for it, the record as well.”

John sighed. “I don’t think it would work Javi.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you love Abigail?”

“Yes.”

Javier raised a brow. “I meant do you love her the way you love her?”

“No,” John frowned. “Of course not. I love you like… I don’t know, a lot. I love her like a wife, I guess.”

Javier sighed. “John, you won’t be happy with her, she won’t be happy with you either. She feels the way about Sadie as you do with me, you are just trapped by the idea that a man and a woman is the only way love will last.”

John wiggled his way out of Javier’s arms, sitting up and looking down at Javier. “It is the only way.”

“Hosea and Dutch.”

“Dutch got Molly.”

“But he doesn’t love her,” Javier sat up and looked at John’s conflicted face, he knew, but he wouldn’t accept. “Not like he loves Hosea. If they can, so can we.”

John shook his head, covering the panic in his stomach with a disgusted face. “No, no we can’t, Javier we can’t-”

Javier sighed as he got to his feet, looking down at John. “Don’t come running when you realize I am right.”

It had been eight years since then and ever so often Javier’s words would pop up in John’s mind, but it was first then that he truly accepted that being Abigail’s husband did not mean the same as being Javier’s husband meant. 

[cleanbutsalty]

Nooo arthur morgan don’t metaphorically, symbolically and unknowingly cause your own downfall noooo….

[nthspecialll]

No one could ever make me hate Javier Escuella and the fact that the red dead redemption fanwiki of him calls him an antagonist is so wrong to me, he never wanted to hurt anyone, he never hated John, he didn't even know what was going on... He never even understood what happened. He isn’t a villian, he is just a man.

[red-dead-rosemary]

I feel this would hit really well with the LGBTIQA+ community

Dunno if it's been done but hmu if it has been I have more and I can remove this.

I'm not a meme specific person, but my they hit really well with you guys

[hatchi-matchii]

I know this has been done before but I had fun ok

[teamblck]

he has stayed constantly on my mind since 2018

[gem-likes-rdr]

Arthur Morgan fans be like

I'm bullying myself too heehee

[roamingtigress]

And then they kissed. On HOSEA FUCKS FRIDAY.