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twinkmusk · 8 months

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here's some sexual dutch van der linde headcanons :3!

heavy dom/sub aspects, dutch is a sadist, gn and bottoming reader!

dutch needs to be in control at all times

like really, at all times.

even outside of his tent he likes to remind you that he's in charge, standing behind you while you're engaged in conversation and slinking a strong arm around your waist

if he's feeling especially bold or especially possessive he might go as far as pressing open mouth kisses onto your neck, regardless of who's watching

enjoys watching you fluster in front of your peers all because of him

everyone knows you're dutch's plaything, he makes it obvious enough, and you do as well with your volume levels at night

basically the master of whispering sweet nothings, always murmuring compliments and praise into your ear when deserved

would never admit it, but he loves when you're a brat and he gets to give you an attitude adjustment

if youre being especially unsavory he will punish you accordingly

always very serious when you're in trouble, he just likes to make you squirm under his gaze and make you nervous he'll do something drastic

spanking is his favorite punishment to give you by far, he absolutely adores how undone and submissive you become for him after the first 10 strikes

he won't take his rings off either, which adds an aching kind of pain to the already sharp sting of his palm

takes pride in his ability to both please you and make you cry <3

dutch uses sex to fuel his ego and to hear what he wants to hear, whether that's you underneath him moaning his name or you sobbing and apologizing bent over on his lap

on bad days, when dutch is sure people are losing faith, he'll edge you until you're blabbering about how loyal you are to him and how much you need him

wants you to be dependent on him, like you couldn't possibly survive or achieve pleasure without him

the use of honorifics make his pants tight, hearing a timid "yes, sir." is music to his ears

teases you by going real slow, loves feeling you roll your hips against him

loves to listen to you beg for him to take you properly even more

but don't you worry! he'll use you properly after some time, always leaving you choking on gasps from the brutal pace he sets

finishing on your face is his favorite, like he's marking his territory

and that will always end with him wiping it off with his thumb to make you suck it clean

hope this is okay n not super ooc :D im a daddy dutch truther sorry </3

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smushystrawbabies · 10 months

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✨ art under ramble ✨

It’s my dream that when (NOT IF, WHEN) Red Dead Redemption 3 releases it’ll be a prequel to the second game. I’d love if you’d play as a new character who is part of Dutch’s gang in the early days and you are part of the VDL gang vs O’ Driscoll feud, witnessing the death of Colm’s brother and Annabelle and all other crazy moments mentioned in passing in RDR2. But mainly what I want to see is Dutch, Hosea, Arthur and John in the early days. I want to see the curious couple and their unruly sons in their purest form! I want to see Dutch and Hosea hold hands again, sweet Bessie doing sweet things and John’s horrendous reading lessons, Miss Grimshaw whacking everyone into shape AND ARTHUR WITH COPPER AND BOADICEA!!!

ANYWAYS

I had these really stupid ideas about how camp would work with so many characters, camp interactions and chores and tents. Maybe one day you are awoken by Miss Grimshaw shoving hungover Arthur’s head in a troth of cold water after a long night out and Hosea and Bessie chuckling by the fire. And by night you'll find new recruit Bill Williamson arguing with anyone he can find and Dutch teaching John slights of hands at the poker table. And what about all the new characters!!!!!?????

I get the impression that all the camp chores and tasks were dumped on baby John. You’ll find him dragging hay bales across camp, washing shirts, chasing chickens and half-ass-ly doing whatever jobs Arthur has convinced him to do by giving him an old penny after telling him it’s an ancient Roman coin that is worth a thousand dollars (lots of stuff like this happened you cannot convince he otherwise). While John peels potatoes in camp he dreams of getting his own gun, riding into town and robbing a bank just like a real outlaw! Then everyone would finally appreciate him as the awesomest and bestest gunslinger in all of history! Everyone knows that if John got his greasy hands on a pistol all hell would break loose. So he is cursed to camp indefinitely, at the expense of everyone around him. This absolutely led to him being a crazy teenager. Dutch's parenting is shit, we all know it.

Branching off the chore idea; if you called your horse in game, a little rat boy John would lead your horse to you. Come on just IMAGINE calling for your horse in camp and hearing faint steps approach you and when you look down you see a flea infested child holding your horse by a lead and spitting bizarre threats at you in an attempt to escape camp and rob some people.

sorry for the john posting :3c

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lazulifoster · 11 months

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Random Red Dead Redemption 2 Headcanons

My friend and I have been talking about RDR2 quite a bit, so I had no choice but to get to writing again, and it feels amazing! Starting off easy, but I hope to keep going from here. Thanks Arely for the inspiration!

Arthur’s favorites in the camp are Tilly and Lenny. He also has a soft spot for Grimshaw.

Arthur had a crush on Grimshaw when he first met her. She was a pretty, older woman, and he definitely got shy around her as a young man. She saw him as a little punk (affectionately) that she kept a special eye on.

Arthur is Grimshaw's favorite.

Arthur is Hosea’s favorite—John used to be Dutch’s favorite before he left for a year.

Arthur is an anxious-avoidant attachment. He doesn’t want to fall for someone, but my goodness, if he does, you'll own real estate in that man’s heart forever (cough cough, Mary)

Arthur: “No one [woman] will have me.” BECAUSE YOU’RE TOO ANXIOUS AND RUN AWAY FROM YOUR FEELINGS, Cowpoke.

High honor Arthur has nightmares of shit he’s done. Especially the loan shark stuff. This is why I think deep down he envies Micah’s ability to not give a fuck at all. Because the guilt of all the bad things he’s done consumes Arthur, I'd imagine that “free” feeling must be nice.

Arthur hates Strauss. Not as outwardly as his disdain for Micah, but he does. At the very least, Arthur doesn’t respect Strauss in the slightest. He also hates himself for aiding Strauss in his loan shark endeavors.

Javier keeps up with his appearance but underestimates his attractiveness.

Mary Beth has had a crush on everyone in camp at least once (except Micah), or she’s romanticized at least one quality about every man in camp (again, except Micah.) But she romanticizes Arthur and Dutch the most.

(1) Because Arthur is, well, Arthur, and who amongst us hasn't romanticized this handsome boi.

(2) and Dutch, because he’s been paying extra attention to her lately; he reads and appreciates that she does too; and she looks up to him.

Karen is the best to gossip with in the camp; you know the tea is piping hot when she’s around.

Tilly is universally loved by the camp (Maybe apart from Bill and Micah), but even Grimshaw (who is really hard on her) puts up a big fight to save her. She’s well-loved by the camp.

Trelawny is married but still flirts with the girls at camp and has other dalliances. His wife suspects this but doesn’t mind as much as you’d expect.

Charles is also very romantic with his partners, and I mean THE MOST romantic out of everyone in the VDL gang.

Sadie is a one-and-done woman. Her husband was the love of her life. I don’t even think she hooked up with anyone after he died. Jake was her one and only.

Kieran smells bad. That is not my opinion; it’s canon. Drunk Arthur even tells him to wash.

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roamingtigress · 29 days

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Dutch loves his chin being tickled like a kitty.

But it's a gateway for you to keep scritching more because he won't just be satisfied with that. Oh no, he would want you to scritch his chest, and then his tummy, and would let you do more but then Hosea would come along to crash the party (which Dutch wouldn't warn you about of course).

What a slut.

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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 1 year

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Arthur Morgan would braid the hair of anyone unfortunate enough to have long hair and fall asleep in his vicinity. Especially his partner.

everyone always wakes up with braids in their hair if they lean on his shoulder. He vehemently denies it when asked.

How did he learn? Eliza taught him when she was pregnant just in case she had a girl. He would braid her hair to practice, even after Issac was born, and now it's a coping habit.

When his own hair gets long enough he braids it from his face while hunting or fishing.

If his partner has long enough hair, he loves to braid it. He's not good at anything other than simplistic braids but he loves the closeness of braiding someone's hair. Especially when you sit quietly without talking.

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thatgrumpybxtch · 2 years

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Being Apart Of The Van Der Linde Gang Would Include…

Being adopted brought in by either Dutch or Hosea

But regardless of who brought you in, you are welcomed with open arms and immediately accepted by almost everyone

Most people in the group are friendly and help you get the hang of things around camp and your chores

Being given more tame/boring chores around camp until you get fed up and convince one of the boys to let you tag along on their outings

Once you get the gist of things with their way of life, you are trusted to do more things on your own

From then on you're brought along on the jobs and robbing they do almost daily

Either getting drunk with Sean or helping Sean when he is drunk/hungover, there is no in-between

The older gang members being protective of you and being like a sibling to them

Jack looking up to you especially if you're good with kids or just nice to him

Going through those ups and downs with the gang, and moving from place to place

If you don't know how to read one of the gang members who know how will be more than happy to help like Hosea, Mary-Beth, Arthur(if he has the time), etc.

If you do know how to read others who don't may ask you to teach or help them with learning to like Sean or Abigail

Being taught to fish/going fishing with Kieran or Javier

Learning to hunt with Charles or Arthur

Eating Pearson's soup full of whatever animal was last brought to him

Witnessing those who were killed or helping bury those in the group that got killed

Helping search everywhere for Jack when he was kidnapped and trying your best to calm Abigail and reassure her that he would be found

Being hunted and tracked by Pinkertons, O'Driscolls, Bounty hunters, and Leviticus Cornwall's men

Watching Dutch slowly lose his mind and betray people that trusted him after losing Hosea

Being there for the breaking up of the gang and being forced to choose sides and point guns at people who once trusted you

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j3st3r-13 · 1 year

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Hey! May I request something RDR2? Perhaps the reader being an adopted daughter of Hosea? Possibly taken into the gang when she was little? Thank you!

Being Hosea Matthews adopted daughter (headcanons)

Hosea would probably find you as a little kid out wandering the streets alone and he just can't leave you, and if dutch can bring home kids all willy nilly then so can he.

he would probably debate taking you to a church or an orphanage to be raised but he's heard the horror stories and can't bring himself to do it, and although living in a gang may not be the safest he says he's taking you there "temporarily"

he tells everyone that your only gonna be there until he can find somewhere safe for you, but you don't wanna go, and Hosea can't resist you so you stay with them

Hosea will spoil you as much as he can (he will make sure that you're still humble tho) like his scores will probably go to you.

you ride silver dollar with him!!!

depending on the year you will either grow up with Arthur and john or grow up with little jack but no matter what you will have an amazing family who loves and protect you

if you ever wanted to hunt down your birth parents he wouldn't stop you, but it would upset him. you tell him that he is your father and he cries

depending on the year, you see Bessie as your mother and when she dies you are heartbroken, losing two mothers is hard especially with Hosea chipping his teeth on bottles but with help, you pull him out of it.

Hosea is a "born and bred con artist" and so are you. growing up with them and with Hosea as your pa you've become an excellent liar. you don't really lie to the gang just those who you need to.

depending on your age, Hosea will teach you to ride and will buy you your own horse. It's the only thing he's strict about you need to know how to ride, and no matter how many times you're bucked you gotta keep trying

he knows he's old, so gives you a locket? photo? of you him and Bessie, it's your family picture and you take it everywhere

he would use you as part of his "acts" you will always play his daughter, you usually are "sick" and he needs medicine. you just look ill and it works a charm (he buys you sweets afterward)

oh god the bank job...

if you were little little like 4-10 you would be confused as to where he's gone, it probably be Arthur that tells you and if you just dont understand...

if your more 10+ and you get it... Oh, dear, you're in pieces and inconsolable, whether you become broken and a bystander out of depression or angry and fight against dutch to honor that memory is up to you.

thank you sm anon, these were so fun to do, i love rdr2. i hope that you like em

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lovebytheoutlaw · 1 year

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Hey, y'all! This blog is for RDR2 headcanons/imagines/small fanfics! I'm not the best writer in the world, and some characters, I'm not going to be great at writing for. How I imagine a character may not be to everyone's liking, but I will try my best!! I love doing this, and I'm confident enough in my writing to be able to pull it off, even just slightly.

Also want to put out there a trigger warning for this blog! Some things may be disturbing such as gore, violence, mentions of death, suicide, etc. And I'm putting an 18+ warning while we're at it! Some of these writings have a good chance of including sexual descriptions.

Sooo without further ado, let's get into it!

Rules:

- when requesting a headcanon/imagine, take into consideration I won't write about any of the following things; pedophilia, rape in most cases. There's not much I won't write about, but be respectful if I choose not to.

- if you have constructive criticism, please do tell me! I'm open to becoming a better writer, and expanding my writing boundaries. So if a character feels super off, or I used a word incorrectly, translated a word wrong, or something could've been better, I'd be happy to hear it!

- If you've requested something, and I haven't responded to it in 2 weeks, bug me about it. There's a good chance I didn't see it, or forgot! I most likely won't, but in case I do!

- oh and I'm also totally fine writing about these ships!!: jovier, charthur, vandermatthews, johnigail!

I think that's pretty much all I could think of right now! Thank you for reading if you did! I'm excited to write!!

A huge thanks to these people who helped me decide to make this blog: @photo1030, @southlandghost, @evercornelias, @elfyeet ♡ you guys are awesome!

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reddeadfestevents · 3 months

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Hello and Welcome! If you want to I'll be wanting be wanting to see if anyone would love to do this! And theme being well you choose..

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inyourfantasyfanfics · 1 year

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HC Requests open!!

Okay friends it’s been so long so I am going to clear my inbox and start anew! So if you had a request I never got to please feel free to send it again!

Keep in mind I usually do xReaders! And the reader will always be gender neutral unless stated otherwise!

Things I write for:

JJBA1-7

Dragon Age Trilogy

Harry Potter

Witcher (game)

Red Dead Redemption 2

Haikyuu

Game of Thrones

COD MW2

Arcane

Attack on Titan

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

HxH

What I will write:

X reader

Character x Character

Fluff

Smut

Platonic

Family

Angst

What I will not write:

Incest

Sexual content of minors

Etc

Can’t wait to hear from you!

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ynnu-64 · 8 months

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Hosea with his sons :)

(dont mind how they are most likely not looking the ages they joined the gang, in this they got there quicker)

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lesbian-for-arthur-morgan · 9 months

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do you have any headcanons for arguing and making up? i’m a slut for angst with comfort 🙈

Making Up After a Fight

Gender Neutral Language!

Genre: slight angst, fluff Featuring: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, and Sean MacGuire Warnings: Dutch is kind of toxic | Not edited

AN: Sorry it took me so long to get these written! I went through some nasty writer's block and decided to play the game a little to help out but all that did was distract me for a week. This is definitely pretty roughly written - I'm also a huge slut for angst with comfort, though, so I hope you like these! <3 ---> Requests are open! Check out guidelines if you have any questions

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Arthur Morgan:

Arthur gets frustrated easily when he feels like he’s not being listened to or understood. It’s not really anyone’s fault, but his emotions can get the better of him and he’ll say something that he doesn’t mean.

“You got bait for brains or are you just being an idiot for fun?” (or something like that)

You know in the back of your head that he doesn’t mean it, and he regrets it the second the syllables bounce off his lips. Your brain can know something but your heart will still hurt all the same.

Usually when Arthur is getting too big for his britches with you, you can shut him down and put him in his place. It’s something he highly respects about you - not putting up with his bullshit when he gets like that. Sometimes, though, your eyes will start to water and you can’t say anything without feeling a lump in your throat constricting your vocal chords.

You have to turn and walk away or else you’ll cry in front of him. That would just make everything worse.

Seeing your form retreating, knowing that you’re running off because you’re hurt rather than angry, made Arthur’s chest grow heavy with guilt. His first instinct is to follow after you and hold you until you’re feeling better.

But since he’s the one who hurt you, he just lets you walk away and he goes to pout since he thinks he deserves to be outcast for a little while.

He’ll give you as much space as he can bear, avoid you for an hour maybe two, but he comes crawling back with those puppy dog eyes and a singular wild flower in his fist.

He’ll go to his cot where you’re sitting with his hat in your lap. You stopped being upset five or ten minutes after the argument. Once you took a few deep breaths you understand, but you also had to understand that Arthur would come back to you after he was done punishing himself.

So you waited.

When you saw him approach with that sheepish expression and slouched posture your heart bled for him. He was a brute and an ass at times, but he meant well.

“’M’sorry, Darlin’,” He’d mumble and get on his knees in front of you. “I didn’t mean it, I never mean it.”

He places the flower in your lap by his hat and gazes up at you. His hair is long and falling in front of his eyes a little, so you brush the strands away from his forehead to get a better look at him.

His blue eyes are a little red and there’s a deep crease in his forehead from an hour or so of constant worrying.

“You can be so mean sometimes, Arthur Morgan,” You scold him lightly and he sighs, nodding.

“I know.”

He spends the rest of the week making it up to you. Truly it doesn’t matter exactly what was said or what the argument was about, when you are truly hurt by his words/actions it kills him. He’ll punish himself for a bit then come back ready to spoil you with words, presents, kisses, and anything else you could possibly ask for.

John Marston:

He’s constantly arguing with you about something. A lot of the time he just picks at you to get a rise out of you - he thinks it’s funny.

Things can get out of hand quickly with him if he grates on a nerve of yours and you bite back though. His first instinct is to give a smartass retort and it just spirals into a full-blown fight from there.

“John Marston you are a pig!”

You storm off and hide in your tent for a while. He’s just standing there dumbfounded. He starts asking himself why he let it get to that point, why did he have to open his big ol’ mouth and antagonize you?

He tries to get you to talk to him, he’ll pace in front of the tent and start calling your name nicely. He won’t ever open the flap though, he doesn’t want to invade your space and risk riling you up anymore.

When you ignore him he’ll eventually get the hint and wander off.

He tries to figure out something to do while he thinks about how to make it up to you. He offers to help Arthur out with any bounty hunts or little jobs, he’ll offer to take Bill or Lenny into town, or he’ll just pick up extra shifts of being on lookout for the camp.

When you finally come out he has to restrain the urge to run to you and scoop you up, demanding that you forgive him so that he can stop pouting.

He does drop whatever it is he’s doing to approach you and makes small talk to test the waters.

“How are you?”

“Fine, John.”

“That’s good… You still mad at me?”

You roll your eyes and try to walk away, but he shoots out and grabs your hand before you can get too far. He doesn’t hold you tightly; his fingers gently encase your own, if you wanted to leave you could easily. But, you falter with your back turned to him and wait for him to speak.

“I’m sorry, really. You know I’m an idiot.” He’s practically whining as he says it, begging for you to look at him.

You turn your head slightly to give him a side glare. At first, the sight makes his heart drop into his feet and he thinks he really screwed up this time, but when a small smirk starts to quirk the corner of your mouth upwards he lets out a low sigh.

“You are cruel,” He chuckles and tightens his grip as he pulls you into his arms and wraps you up in a bear hug.

Your laughs are loud and genuine as he twirls you around, pressing chaste kisses to your cheeks as he does so. Your voices echo throughout the camp once again.

Everyone in camp knows what’s going on with you and John whether you’re fighting or making up, your business is everyone else’s.

Dutch Van Der Linde:

I want to start out by saying Dutch never actually apologizes when you two fight. He’ll buy gifts, say pretty words, whisper sweet nothings, and all the like, but the words “I’m sorry” have never left that man’s lips in his entire life. He will not start now.

Dutch’s obsession with the O’Driscoll’s can cloud his judgment on many things, it makes him blind to reason. Further than that, it makes him hateful and sometimes just plain mean.

He trusts you, he loves you. So, you’re stuck listening to his plans and his grievances with the gang, the law, the O’Driscoll’s, and any other misfortune he has had to endure in his life.

He’ll go on and on, plotting, groaning, whining. One night, after being sat on his cot for hours, you’ve had enough. You beg him to do anything but complain and come up with a half-brained plan to get rich quick.

It hits a nerve and he blows a fuse.

“You don’t understand what’s at stake, do you?” He’s practically yelling. “It’s so easy for you - I spoil you!”

You’re stunned into silence as he shouts at you. You didn’t expect him to blow up.

“Get out of my tent, get out of my sight!” He sends you away. In a daze you stumble out of the tent and into the dark camp.

There’s a few people still up wandering around. Mary-Beth is singing by the fire and Kieran is trying to sing with her, but doesn’t really know the words. Your feet start moving on their own and you take a seat across from the two at the fire.

“What’s going on, gunslinger?” Karen shuffles to a seat beside you and settles down. Mary-Beth’s singing falters for a minute but she continues on, just quieter.

“Dutch is pissed.” You mumble, staring into the flames.

“When is he not? Have a drink,” Karen shoves a bottle of beer into your hand and watches as you take a long swig. She continues, “Have some fun without him for once.”

The night takes a turn from there. You sing and dance and laugh. A few more people join in until it’s gone from moping around the fire to a proper party around it. Javier even brings out the guitar. The noise is enough to draw Dutch from the dark hole in his tent to see what’s going on.

When he sees you, the tears on your cheeks have dried and your face is flushed from the drinks, he can’t help but feel a little guilty. To him, afterall, you were just naive. You didn’t understand what was truly going on in the camp, didn’t understand his plans.

He creeps out of the tent and sneaks up behind you as you’re dancing along to Javier and Mary-Beth. When a pair of arms wraps around your waist, you let out a little squeal.

Dutch spins you around so that you’re facing him, your bodies pressed flush together causing a heat to flare in your stomach.

“My beautiful dancer,” Dutch mumbles and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t fight, don’t ask any questions. You’re just happy that he seems to be sorry for what he did. He’s holding you after all of that, kissing you. He must be sorry, and so are you.

When he pulls back you gaze at him with half-lidded eyes. “I’m sorry, Dutch.” You whisper.

“Hush now,” He starts swaying as he holds you, leading you into a dance.

Your fight is practically forgotten by the end of the night. In the early hours of the morning, everyone is stumbling back to their respective beds. Stomachs are full and heads will be aching come noon, but to you it was all worth it. So long as you and Dutch aren’t fighting anymore.

Javier Escuella:

He hates fighting. I mean not in general, but just with you.

He won’t allow himself to be taken advantage of or walked all over, but if there’s some stupid argument that’s making you mad he will roll over and apologize. Just to keep the peace.

He loves you more than he loves being right, and if it makes you happy to just admit that then so be it.

When y’all do fight, though, it’s over something big. Stupid quarrels are so rare that the first time anyone catches wind that the two of you had a falling out it shocks half the camp to the core.

Javier would only truly get upset with you in a life or death situation. Like when you decided to not tell anyone you were heading into town really quick and met a few O’Driscoll’s in the general store.

When you saw them you recognized them as few that had gotten into a fight with Javier in town a few weeks ago. Javier let them walk away to save face, there was a large group of witnesses that would have pretty much guaranteed him an execution if he had taken their lives.

Your heart skipped a beat as one of them turned to look at you, but they left shortly after you entered the store and you prayed that would be the end of it.

After you finished at the store, though, you walked through the door to find the three men standing in the road before you. Their arms were folded across their chests and their legs spread in a dominant stance.

You clutched the items you bought to your chest and tried walking away from the trio, but one of them called out and made you stop in your tracks.

“You’re one of Dutch’s people ain’t you?” The tallest one said. It wasn’t really a question, he knew who you were.

“And what’s it to you, mister?” You shot back, reaching for the dagger in your belt.

“I’ve got a few questions for you about your boss.” The three of them started moving towards you. They surrounded you and backed you to the wall of the general store. You whipped out your dagger to tell them to back off, but it wouldn’t do much against three of them - you knew that and so did they.

The only reason you had made it out of that situation without even a scratch was because Arthur happened to be riding through town on his way back to camp and noticed the commotion.

He brought you back to camp, and that’s where you saw Javier standing at your cot with this arms crossed and a scowl darkening his features.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He practically shouts at you.

You didn’t mean to, you held them back as long as you could, but tears start flowing freely down your face in large, hot drops.

Javier’s scowl disappears almost immediately. He didn’t expect you to cry. Maybe yell back or explain yourself, but not cry. He drops his arms and grabs both of your hands in his.

“Are you okay?” His voice is low and laced with worry. Arthur got to him first and told him what happened briefly, so he knew you weren’t physically hurt, but other than that he didn’t know what happened.

“They surrounded me. I was - I was so scared, Javier.” Your throat was thick and it was hard to speak. Javier embraced you, rubbing your back and holding the back of your head as you cried harder into his shoulder.

“You’re safe now,” He assures you and presses soft kisses into your hair.

He spends the next few days feeling guilty for being mad at first.

You tell him you understand his reaction and that you were sorry,but he just says sorry back to you and claims he shouldn’t have been angry when you were scared.

You’re both equally sorry, I guess.

After that, though, Javier refuses to let you go anywhere alone. You don’t have to go with him but you have to have a traveling buddy in case anything like that happens again.

Charles Smith:

Doesn’t fight with anyone, really.

Sure, you can get mad at him and yell and hold a grudge, but he just lets you figure your emotions out from afar if that’s what you need. He gives you space when you need it, attention when you want it, and does anything that he can for you.

He loves you more than anything in the world, so when you’re mad at him it eats away at his insides until you make up. He’s literally the consent king, though, and will wait for you to come to him before he initiates anything.

It feels like he doesn’t care sometimes. It drives you crazy that he doesn’t chase after you and try to make up with you then and there or rectify the situation immediately, which turns into another argument.

“Do you even give a shit what I feel?” You frown at him one morning after a small argument that he just brushed off from the night before. He assumed since you slept with him in his bedroll, that meant you were over it.

“I love you! What are you talking about?” He rubs at the little stubble on his chin in exasperation.

“You never listen you just say ‘okay’ and move on. You don’t learn that way, Charles. You roll over and the same thing will keep happening because you aren’t listening.” You try to explain yourself. Charles nods but you can’t tell if he actually gets what you’re trying to convey since he never acknowledges it more than that.

You sigh and get up.

“I need a minute, come talk to me when you can.” You walk away from him and towards Miss Grimshaw doing the laundry.

Charles just stays where he is and lets out a long deep sigh. He thought it would be better for him to just agree with you, it would make you happy to be agreed with rather than continuing to fight over something so trivial.

He hasn’t been with the group for a super long time, but he’s created a strong bond with Arthur. So, that’s who he goes to to ask for advice on the whole situation.

Charles relays as much as he can back to Arthur and the cowboy just starts to chuckle at the absurdity of the conversation. He’s used to people coming to him for advice (he doesn’t really get why), but the situation with you and Charles came out of nowhere for him. He didn’t realize you two fought ever.

“No relationship is perfect, Charles.” Arthur suggests.

That’s literally no help to him so Charles walks off and tries thinking what to do. He comes up with nothing, though. Which makes him frustrated.

He starts walking towards you. You look up and see his determined face and scrunched brow and excuse yourself to meet him halfway.

“We need to talk.” He says, his words are intense but his gaze is still soft. You aren’t scared of him anyways.

“I think we do.” You reply and follow him to a private area right outside of camp.

The whole time he goes off about how he doesn’t get what you want from him. What you expect him to do or say when you get mad or annoyed.

“I just want to know you care about me and my emotions.”

“Dear, I care about you more than anything in the world. More than life itself, why do you question it?” He’s basically pleading with you to understand him, to finally see that just because he isn’t as forward with every single thought (good or bad) on his mind doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you or your emotions.

It takes little to no time for you to throw your arms around him in an embrace and mumble an apology into his hair.

Even your big fights aren’t really fights.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean does stupid stuff all the time. Literally he does stupid stuff more often than he does anything smart.

Especially when he’s drunk.

One night a small group of some of the gang decided to head into the saloon in town for a drinks for the night. You and Sean were always up for a good time and tagged along - obviously.

It presented opportunity for a little pickpocketing as well (if you didn’t get too drunk and sloppy to do it).

Everything went well for the first hour. Drinks were shared among the group and laughs were bellowing through the air with a contagious warmth. Better yet, no one seemed to be testing the waters and starting a bar fight.

Sean had his arm around you the entire night. He claimed it was to let all the scoundrels at the bar know that you were his and no one should even try to stake a claim to you.

You rolled your eyes but stayed nestled in the spot.

That is, until you were pulled away by your bladder. All the drinks were catching up to you and you slipped from under him to run to the restroom really quick.

When you came back, though, a working woman had taken advantage of your absence to catch Sean’s attention.

In his drunken state, Sean couldn’t even realize that the weight of the woman beside him wasn’t the same as when you were sitting there before. He didn’t say a thing as her arms wrapped around his torso or when she ran her fingers through his longish hair.

Tears fill your eyes almost instantly. You try to blink them away and get a better look at the scene in front of you, but it doesn’t change. It only gets worse as her lips start leaving rougey red stains on his neck.

“Sean!” You shove at his shoulder. When he sees you in front of him, his bleary red eyes turn to the woman beside him. His brain takes a minute to put two and two together, but by the time he has figured the situation out you are pushing through saloon patrons to get out into the night air.

Sean sobers up immediately. He pries himself out of the grasp of the other woman and follows your trail out the door.

He calls your name over and over again until he finally finds you sitting on the street corner crying into your knees.

“Please, Love!” He approaches you and your head whips up at the sound of his voice.

“You stay away from me you dog.” You snap and get up. You’re still pretty drunk as well however and you wobble and nearly fall over at the sudden movement.

Luckily Sean catches you by the arm before you can tumble into the dirt.

“I didn’t know she was there, honest. Thought you was there beside me.” He lifts a hand to your cheek, ready to brush away some of your tears, but you turn your cheek and shrug him off.

“Sure.” You say and try to walk away. He catches your arm again and turns you towards him once more.

“Honest, Love. Why would I pay for sex anyways - I’ve not a penny to me name and you give it to me for free.”

The sentiment was there, but definitely not the right thing to say.

You have to physically restrain yourself from hitting him upside the head at his words.

He sees the struggle on your face as soon as he says it and clamps a hand over his mouth.

“Sean MacGuire you bastard!” You shout at him, but can’t help a weak laugh from erupting from your throat at the end.

“I didn’t mean that, oh lord I didn’t.” The terror in his face only causes you to laugh harder.

The laughter surprises him and even yourself, so much so that the both of you are laughing. Though you don’t really understand why.

“If you ever-“ You say with a mocking glare, “Ever do something like that or say something like that again, I am leaving you Sean MacGuire.”

“I wouldn’t blame you one bit,” He says somberly, still with a small smile.

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I didn't write for Sadie because I genuinely could not think of a situation for her or how she would be, my brain died halfway through writing Sean's. I'll just have to write some Sadie focused hc's next time teehee~

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felixwhy · 6 months

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this is canon btw

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #headcanon

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tempting-andromeda · 8 months

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More nsfw headcanons because I can

Warning: NSFW, choking?, bondage, pinning, power play, crying, marks?, knife play, temperature play, drunk sex, humiliation, hair pulling, idk what else

Characters

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Send in requests if you want to see specific characters or if you want me to add characters to the list !

Arthur Morgan

He has a thing for shoving his fingers on your mouth. It’s like a good way to rile him up. If you kiss his fingers and slowly put one in your mouth he watches you in awe.

Insists he doesn’t want you to go down on him but when you do he lets out the most animalistic moans and says the dirtiest shit ever

Whenever you moan sometimes he’ll respond with “yeah?” In the most seductive voice

He likes when you wear his clothing while you ride. Like wearing his signature blue shirt or his cowboy hat??? Drives him absolutely wild

Sometimes he tries to humor you by being submissive but after a while he takes control and uses your own words against you. He’s a huge tease about it

John Marston

Cannot stay still for the life of him. If you tie his hands down he’s using his hips. He refuses to stay still and it becomes a yoi problem once he’s free

He grabs everything. Thighs, ass, chest, sheets. He always has a handful of something whenever y’all are fucking.

Whenever he’s in control he likes to copy your moans and cries. He’ll be like “yeah? Yeah? What ya screaming my name for?” While he pounds into you

He’s the worst at serious sex. He always says something weird or awkward during it like “you want the marston special?” And if you bring it up he’ll be so bratty about it

Likes to pin you down. Even if he’s not being rough. He’ll hold your hips down or hands down while he kisses your neck.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He draws out everything. Like he’ll sit between your legs running a finger up and down your thighs while you beg and he’ll just whisper dirty things in your ear

kinda likes when you disobey him and he gets to spank you to make you “good” it riles him up so much

Sometimes he doesn’t do any work and he’ll just make you sit on his lap and ride him. Like he touches you but he won’t move his hips because he likes how desperate you get for him to take over.

Eye contact is a must. He’ll place soft bites on your wrist and ankles while making eye contact the whole time.

He likes to make you cry. Not the type of crying from when he’s mean but he likes when you get so overstimulated you cry.

Charles Smith

Loves to be the one to undress you. If you’re taking of your shirt he’s hands are quick to replace it and he insist he does it instead.

He cannot do quickies. He has to have you for over an hour and he makes sure it’s worth it.

Absolutely worships you. He can spend an hour just kissing you. It’s the worst and the best at the same time.

He likes when you leave marks on him. Like scratch marks, indents from your nails, bite marks, hickeys. It makes him feel so proud and he can’t take his mind off you when he sees them.

Likes to indulge in your kinks. he’s probably not the kinkiest but if you ask him to try out something he’s willing to and he usually does his best.

Javier Escuella

He likes to tell you what to do. He’ll tell you to flip over or to spread your legs and every time you obey him he gets even more turned on.

Loves to tease. He’ll tease you for hours, gently rubbing your thighs while you sit by the campfire, letting you sit in his lap while he lets you feel him harden under you, roughly grabs your hips while he slides behind you

Even though he likes to tell you what to do he loves when you tell him where to cum. He gets so eager.

He loves to stay in you after he finishes. Even if you asked him to finish somewhere else he’ll push himself back into you just to feel you.

Idk why I feel like he’s into temperature play. Like letting his knife get warm over a candle and then dragging the flat side over your skin.

Sean MacGuire

If you initiate intimacy he’s crumbling. He has the most active sex drive ever. Seeing you exist is a turn on for him so if you initiate it hes drooling over you.

Once he spilt his drink on you while y’all snuck off to have a quickie at a bar and now he’s addicted to drinking whiskey off of your skin.

He’s either real slow with foreplay, spreading your legs and putting you on full display for him or he’s super eager, bitting and pulling your clothes off.

He whines when y’all fuck but he refuses to admit that. He always says he groans like a man but in the moment he whimpers and whines in your ear.

Sometimes when he’s too excited he cums too fast and continues like it never happened. Like he’ll take a moment to catch his breath and then he’s back at it.

Lenny Summers

It’s rare he’s rough but sometimes he’s asks if he can “let loose” with you and it’s rough. His hands are gripping onto you and he’s just growling and grunting

Constantly pushes your hair out of your face to see you because he likes seeing your reactions. It gives him a huge confidence boost.

He likes for sex to be slow and sensual to make it more intimate but sometimes he gets too into it and he’ll press gentle kisses to the shell of your ear while he says stuff like “I promise next time I’ll be gentle”

His favorite position is missionary. It’s nearly impossible for him to stay in any other for long. Y’all can start with like cowgirl or doggy but as soon as he gets into it he flips you into missionary.

Sometimes he’ll beg but he always begs for something you’re already doing or he’ll just beg for you not to stop.

Kieran Duffy

His chest is so sensitive. If you even place your hands on his chest to brace yourself or just to pat his chest casually he’s holding back a whimper.

Gets so embarrassed when he’s turned on he doesn’t try to initiate it like others do he just slowly grinds himself against you.

He loves to bite the back of your neck when he’s behind you. He’ll slide his arms over your chest or waist and kinda nuzzle himself against your neck and just slowly bite your neck

Sometimes he doesn’t even take his pants off completely he’s so eager to have you. Like he’s able to pull himself out of his pants but they’re barely half way down his thighs (you usually have to take them all the way off)

He can barely make out anything when y’all are intimate. He’s just a whining mess. If he even gets anything out it’s probably him begging for something

Micah Bell

He LOVES embarrassing you. Like he’ll cover you in hickeys or not properly clean you up and make you walk around camp.

He makes you give him head while he’s busy. He likes the idea of you being a personal toy for him.

Doesn’t like when you’re automatically submissive. He thinks it takes all the fun out of it. He likes when you try to act all bratty.

He’s probably the most rough out of everyone but he doesn’t have an occasional gentle streak that he uses as a “treat” for you.

He gets too jealous sometimes so he asks you questions and makes you yell out his name like “so who’s fucking you like this tonight, whore? Me or him?”

Eagle Flies

Loves when his hair is pulled. It drives him crazy. the smallest tug makes him moan so loud.

No matter what position he needs to be close to you. His hands need to be on you and he needs to be able to kiss you, anywhere

He will say the most forward shit out of nowhere. Like he’ll have you in the most obscene position and he’ll say something like “wanna marry you one day.” Out of the blue

He whimpers when he’s about to finish. He’s not ashamed about it either.

Sex is one of his favorite ways to relieve stress but he makes sure you also feel good so he gives the best aftercare afterwards so you know he’s truly grateful

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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 11 months

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The Alphabet Game

This is fair game for any character in the fandoms I'm in. From Destiny 2, to Tears of the Kingdom, to Red Dead Redemption 2. Please send only a letter (or a few letters) at a time, not the whole alphabet all at once.

List under the cut :3

A = Aftercare (what they do post-sex)

B = Body Part (what is their favourite body part on themself and their partner?)

C = Cum

D = Dirty Secret (what is the one kink/fetish/turnon they will absolutely not admit to?)

E = Edging (what's their breaking point? are they the edger or edgee?)

F = Favourite Position

G = Generous/Greedy (do they give more than they take, or take more than they give?)

H = Hair (how groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I = Intimacy (what do they find more or less intimate? how intimate are they in the moment?)

J = jack off (masturbation headcanons)

K = Kisses (how good are they at kissing? what type of kisses do they prefer? where is their favourite place to kiss?)