#rose plays rdr2

[zoglin]

At this point I’m just playing Cowboy Launching Simulator and even the cougar is done with my shenanigans

#rose plays rdr2 #horse flips #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2

[joyus-whimsy]

Just a Moira appreciation post.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 arthur #rdr2 second play #i love her sm #I’m so glad I chose her over an Arabian this play through they just look to small for Arthur #i seriously hope this doesn’t remind people of Moira rose from schitts creek #rdr2 special interest #rdr2 horses

[catfern]

cowboy!ellie headcanons

pairing: ellie williams x afab!reader

music: roses are falling - orville peck

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fingering (briefly), drunk sex-ish, guns??, yearning and just sappy shit mainly im in a vulnerable state

an: this is shit brainrot bc i've played too much rdr2 and i want ellie to let me ride her cowgirl style. this took me for-fucking-ever because i got acrylics and dropped my wpm from 108 to 67. also if i put out a poll asking what fic to post next would people vote

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

✷ cowboy!ellie having the most pornographic, velvet-laced southern accent known to man. drawling out words in a whisper, that reassured wit sitting in her throat with a lopsided smirk. she’s such a tease, knowing how it gets to you, that ‘c’mon, sweetheart, you gonna make me wait f’you?’ after she trots ahead, glancing back at you under the wide brim of her hat. please, trying to make eye contact with ellie after a long day of riding (ifykyk), seeing just a glance of the veins in her neck, beads of sweat sitting in the little crevices as she leans down to her saddle bag. god, her hands!! and she looks at you, that knowing impatience and ‘okay there, darlin’?, and you can’t look at her, your head swimming and drowning in the molasses of her voice and too focused on the up, down, up, down, up trot of your horse.

✷ setting up camp for the night, bed mats a good distance away from each other, and you wake up, fire dying, moon high, and ellie is still awake, hands covered in dirt and ash and rust from her old revolver that she cleans too occasionally. the gentle scratch of charcoal on parchment, her body hunched over, protective like a creature, and when you call out to her, she TOSSES her journal into the dirt like it burned to touch. if the moon wasn’t so faint, you’d see the uncharacteristic blush fleeting across her cheeks, but too quickly, she tells you to go back to sleep, she’s just staying up to take care of the fire. you listen in a haze, and ellie tears out the five, maybe 6 pages?? of rough sketches, harsh lines etching out your body, your smile, your eyes, and stamps them into the cooling embers of the campfire.

✷ if we’re talking historically accurate cowboys, ellie is definitely the type to believe in dinosaurs!! it’s this new, fresh, science fad and everybody laughs at her for it, cause omg?? giant lizards?? nah!! but ellie is so adamant, reading every paper and pamphlet on the subject that she can get her hands on (assuming she can even read lets be so real), and she’ll tell you about it! small, reluctant meanders from more important topics, at first, but you’re kind and you listen to words either of you barely understand, and sure it’s a little bit boring, but she’s happy, and for some reason she makes it incredibly dynamic, crash coursing you on lizards that evolved (a buzz word in all her pamphlets) into BIGGER lizards.

✷ cowboy!ellie, the horse whisperer. she doesn’t teach you to ride, but you’ve never had a way with horses, cantankerous and rough, so you need a lil bit of assistance. ellie will take the lead, letting you rock behind her on your horse, your arms draped around her like common occurrence, and she’ll turn, ‘see? be gentle, she’ll listen. you’re a team, y’know?’

✷ ‘she just likes you more than me.’

✷ her laugh is boisterous, loud, it sounds like it belongs amongst the hills and caverns, like wind against rocks, ‘no one likes me more than you, flower.’

✷ one day, you’re just passing through a small town, nothing more than a few shops and scattered farm houses, and ellie spies an outlaw poster, poorly tacked to the community bulletin board. it’s her, badly sketched, sure. her chin is way too big, nose a bit askew, but it’s definitely her. and you laugh as she presses you frantically, ‘i don’t really look like this? do i?’ and it’s got some ridiculous nickname that definitely over-inflates her ego, ‘ellie 'longshot’ williams (no one has called her that ever) that she’ll parade it around like a medal

✷ ‘aw, love, do you need some help shootin’? don’t call me long shot for nothin’.’

✷ you’d get a bit vulgar, a bit defensive because, yeah, maybe ellie is actually good at shooting, and you could benefit from her teaching. but that fucking nickname, lording over your head with that lilt in her voice, and the childish, goading smile, you’d tell her to shove it somewhere the sun don’t shine and just pray luck guides your bullet.

✷ your now-so-serious scowl eats at her, so ellie has to swallow her boyish pride and shut up, simply falling behind you. gently tapping your shin with her boot to get you to adjust your stance, her hands stretching out over yours to feel out the barrel of the foreign pistol. they’re rough, calloused, unmade for this sort of gentle gesture, but you welcome the heat that they give. with a soft push and pull, like a tide she moves your fingers, your hands, to hold the gun well. her voice is a whisper as she instructs, ‘don’t hold it so loosely. stronger grip helps aim.’ 

✷ she’s shaking in her boots. a moment like this, tender, with you is scarcely shared. the closeness burns her chest as she feels you breathe against her, skittish but assured, ellie’s finger snaking around yours to settle on the trigger. you go to fire, and the recoil sends you backwards in a shock, ellie having to move her hands from the gun to your waist to keep you steady. you laugh something coarse, leaning back into her without a thought. adrenaline intimacy.

✷ ‘okay, maybe y’need a few more lessons before you get it right.’ it’s a selfish thought, but it cements ellie in that moment, with you just in her reach, and her revolver. she’d clean it for you.

✷ cowboy!ellie doing stupid shit, like taking longer detours to show you the scenery, the stretching fields and great mountain waterfalls, stopping to pick wildflowers (she’s a sap), or taking the extra care to saddle up your horse for you, securing the girth and not letting you touch it because ‘i don’t need you slippin’ on me.’ she takes care of you, out on the road, it’s not an official thing, but you’re off limits.

✷ ellie is kind, but sex with her isn’t. the first time, she’s terribly drunk, playing away her night in a saloon, at a poker table (she’s losing), and you’re sat at the bar, wearing that, and it’s violently throwing her off her game, so she decides to make it known that your presence is an interruption. dragging you upstairs, she’s unkind. ‘you’re not helping my luck, looking like that.’

✷ ‘how do you need me, then?’

✷ she tastes like cigarette smoke, and bourbon, and she smells like the sleek of rain on dry dirt, and feeling her all over you is intoxicating, rough. she’s quick, her lips aren’t soft but rather, a grating possession on your skin, a feeling that swallows you, melts you down in the heat of her hands. she swears, a lot, it sounds like disbelief but really, it’s a bribe. a prayer. ‘dear god, give me this, let me have this, and i will be devout.’ it’s primal, something uncontrollable. drunk, it’s worse. she loses herself in the haze, becomes complete disregard, her fingers inside you without hearing you, just feeling you. lost in you and she keeps pounding into you simply because she’s enraptured by the feeling of you clenching around her.

#ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams smut #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams headcanons #ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie x reader

[cococowboah]

Is he among us???

@rose-of-black-blood IDK if you watch this show but this was so cool to find out.

#rdr2 #rdr2 screenshots #rdr2 photography #videogame photography

[incognito-insomniac]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers 💞

Oh thank you thank you thank you! ^_^

It is so hard to choose. I love all my fics still each for their own reasons. But here's a top five of sorts in no particular order:

Roses Entwined Together - This was my first fic for the Endeavour fandom and it has been a blast writing and creating and making friends in the fandom ever since. I love Morse and Monica's relationship and I had to explore it just a bit for myself. I think this is also one of the rare fics I've written that just expands on canon ever so slightly and doesn't need to do anything else. It was simple sweet and joy to write.

Seven Nights in Rose Creek - This is the first multi-chapter fic I've ever finished. It was a great accomplishment and such an emotional ride to write. The Magnificent 7 movie really made it easy for me to write Vasquez and Faraday and dig into what would happen if they had secretly fallen in love at the start of their stay in Rose Creek.

Scrapping at the Bottom - The first fic I wrote for Calder (Fallout 4 OC) and my second OC fic overall. It's sort of his prelude for the rest of the fics I want to write for him and mostly haven't gotten to yet. I really felt like i was able to delve into his psyche a bit and play a little artistically while writing this. And it really gave me a great foundation for his character.

Norrbacka at Sunrise - I created a fandom! ...It's still just me; I just checked and it is the only fic under Fallet (Sweden TV) still. But I did it! This is a fun little fic I did for Fluffy Feb back in 2021. It hasn't gotten much traction for obvious reasons (except some excellent writer friends who have checked it out), but I honestly didn't expect much when i posted it. And I just love it so much. Just me in my little fandom. But honestly, if you like comedy and murder mysteries check Fallet out. It's a delight. Then come join my tiny fandom! ^_^

In Bud - This is gonna be a beefy one but is still in work. I started it at the end of 2021 got some steam but have had it on the back burner for some time now. Writing this fic for Arthur and Albert has brought me so so much joy. And I'm just so happy with how it's been received by other RDR2 fans. I do really think it's some of my best work to date. And I hope to get back to it once my real life calms down a bit.

#my writing #my fics #fic recs #rdr2 fic #fallout 4 fic #fallet fic #mag7 fic #endeavour fic #ask game

[alpacinosgf]

Ok, listen... First of all thank you for blessing us with a new chapter of milk and roses. It was amazing, as always. Secondly, I am begging for fic recs. I've read all your fics even though I've never even played RDR2 and I am desperate for more. You don't have any bookmarks and I respect that but I just know your taste in fics is top notch and I'm really hoping you'll have some favorites to share. If not I totally understand but if you're willing to share I would be very grateful. 🙏🙏🙏

Thank you!! I'm terrible at bookmarking things lmao also why doesn't ao3 show what fics you've left kudos on???? I'm gonna have to have a look and see what fics I've enjoyed most! 💜 I'll definitely update this post with the ones I find!

#anonymous #asks

[deputyash]

Guess my Type

Tagged by @strafethesesinners to post 9 of my favorite characters and have y’all guess my type.

It was a lot harder to choose 9 than I thought it would be haha. (I couldn’t choose between Nadja and Laszlo so they’re a combo deal haha)

John Seed (FC5) | Arthur Morgan (RDR2) | Molly O’Shea (RDR2) | Jacob Seed (FC5) | Panam Palmer (CP2077) | Haley (Stardew Valley) | Charles Smith (RDR2) | Nadja & Laszlo (WWDITS) | Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

Tagging: @teamhawkeye @cryptichobbit @ri-a-rose @fuckin-nancy @harmonyowl @foofygoldfish @cobb-vanthss @glowwormsmith @deputyrooksadventures and anyone else who wants to play!

#tag games #about mee!!! #sort of

[zoglin]

Love this guy’s smile

#sorry dudes the pics are kinda crunchy #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rose plays rdr2

[littlebitchsposts]

I need moots!!!!!!!!!!

will include explicit sexual content

I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD MINORS DNI

depressed_ho3_ on twitter

marii_.fe on ig

I'll send sc in private

my Spotify

I like:

Glam rock , mainly mötley crüe, guns and roses, bon Jovi and Queen, but I wanna find new artists to listen to

Taylor Swift, Lana del Rey, lady gaga, and lots of random people on my themed playlists

I read fanfic/am a fan of: Stranger things, Grey's anatomy, Lucifer, Rupauls drag race, peaky blinders, modern family, b99, superstore, community

SLASHERS!!!!!!! Tiffany Valentine, Hannibal lecter, Jason vorhees, leatherface, Carrie, Jennifer

I play a lot on the PlayStation, I have all the ps+ games and bought a few, playing mainly rdr2, tlou, Minecraft, SpongeBob rehydrated atm, but I tend to switch a lot

I'm a chaos witch :)

Have a bunch of mental illnesses, I'm the utmost understanding of limitations, moots have a safe space

Part of the LGBT community, currently don't have a label but I ain't straight

#red dead redemption 2 #guns n roses #tiffany valentine #jason voorhees #brahms heelshire #hannibal lecter #lgbtq #twitter #need moots #looking for moots #cute moots #lovely moots 💕 #witch aesthetic #chaos witch #witchcraft #mötley crüe #vince neil #eddie munson #the dirt

[mavigator]

so my logical reaction was to open up rdr2 instead, a game that causes a Worse Hyperfocus Vortex that i used to play for hours and hours until the sun rose without realizing . i have the rdr2 map memorized btw i’m really invested in the game’s geography my favorite area is probably big valley. if you care. except when i am mauled by grizzly bears . and roanoke ridge is cool but i hate getting attacked so often what was i talking about again

[kirnet]

my moms love language is gift giving but specifically its getting really into whatever video game im playing and noticing all the different flora in it and then buying her best approximation of what those flowers are irl so that she can plant them around the windows where i spend most of my time to make me feel like im in the game :)

#unfortunately the rabbits usually get to them quick which means our hzd patches of red flowers and the rdr2 flowers have all been eaten :( #but we're planting some roses now and building cages so fingers crossed #ramblings #playing rdr2 with her was so fun she just directed me on little walks through the game so we could pick flowers and go bird watching and #sometimes shoot people

[rxse-shxw]

Rose>📱<Bowie

Rosie: okay.

Rosie: I am playing the damned cowboy game. I got a horse like you said and I lost that horse riding off a cliffside. Do I continue on foot? Is my steed lost forever

Rosie: And where are the dragons?

#bowie #bowie003 #as in. rose plays rdr2 and doesnt know what shes doing

[rosezemlya]

Hi Rose! Just out of curiosity, what video games have you enjoyed other than LoZ?

Oh man, let me think.  I have enjoyed, in no particular order:

Outer Wilds

World of Warcraft

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Minecraft (endermen not withstanding)

Warframe

Diablo

Skyrim

Red Dead Redemption 2

Dynasty Warriors

Don’t Starve

Dishonored (1 and 2)

The Talos Principle

Stardew Valley

Transistor

Hearthstone

And probably a bunch of others I can’t remember off the top of my head.  Some of those I played casually, some seriously.  I like RPGs and/or puzzle games mostly, and the two combined is *chef’s kiss*.

#rose recommends #I think I'd recommend all of those #They're all different though so it's hard to put a blanket statement on them #The storyline in RDR2 broke me #DA:I was deeply satisfying story wise for me #Outer Wilds is both cute and bittersweet and clever #Transistor is so unique and I loved it #Dishonored is the only sneaky game I've ever played and enjoyed and is probably my most replayed game of all time #except maybe OOT #etcetera etcetera #Anonymous

[reblokha]

Mah boy.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #arthur morgan #rose-grey arabian #games #okha plays rdr2

[fanfiction-inc]

Can I get Arthur Morgan

But of back story having met a sweet but wild woman let’s say they meet during Colter. She’s literally lived in the mountain and survived and ends up with the gang.

First meeting hmmm he’s just like oh what in the heck is this crazy woman and she’s so nice to me and snuggly and sweet and wtf she just decked a man flat on his ass?!

ONTO REQUEST with back story in mind.

But they end up sweet on one another And the letter from Mary comes.

Reader ends up tagging along due to reasons and she can’t stand when Mary basically is tugging at Arthur’s emotions. He’s never seen the reader looking at anyone so angrily.

But they end up having first NSFW time and Arthur is a mess of I’m not worthy snd reader is like I say you are and if I gotta F-squeak toy sound-ck it into you I will.

DONT feel the need to go with everything I said I just like to give prompts and let people fly free! Love your writing!!!!

Feel free to ask back for anything RDR!

I had so much fun writing this request! 😍 I hope you enjoy!

(AN: As always, smut is under the cut!)

You have had enough of this woman, her very presence and mannerisms sickening you as you walked along behind your love interest and his former girlfriend.

This woman was working him through every emotional attachment that was left lingering, and she tried to play on the fact they used to have a relationship to persuade him to do this or that for her.

What finally had you huffing and puffing, glare like pure daggers towards the woman with every emotion spawned from the fires of Hell, was when she tried to convince him to run away with her.

To change him into an "honest man".

A "good man".

Arthur Morgan was as good of a man as he can be!

He was kind, smart, caring, and if this woman couldn't see it then it was her loss.

Arthur lost attention at times from Mary's woeful story, catching the gaze you gave to the woman as you walked on and helped him with the task he had been asked to do.

The rage in your gaze, the balling of your fist, and how your body was tense.

He's never seen you like this, always such the charming and sweet little thing when you two are together.

All giggles and smiles, kind gazes and warm embraces.

He didn't know what to make of it, even when you two return to camp and you haven't spoken a word to him.

It wasn't his fault that Mary was like this, he had no part expect being a passenger among your anger train towards the woman who didn't deserve him.

His mind went to ways he may have upset you when with Mary.

Did he stay too close?

Did he not make it known enough that he was taken in some form of relationship with you?

He followed you back to your tent, seeing how your hands were shaking at your side, his taking yours and causing you to turn quickly and face him.

The moment those big blue puppy dog eyes met yours, you melt, calming in his presence.

God, you loved this damn man.

"(First name)-" He was cut off by your words when your form pressed in against his own, lips brushing his in a gentle lip lock.

It took him a millisecond before he was returning the kiss, hands letting yours go in exchange for coming up to cup your cheeks and hold you closer.

It was like fire between you two, the kiss heating up even without words needing to be exchanged.

He only pulled away when your fingers looped in his belt, eyes catching your own.

"(First name), darlin'... What if m'not enough for ya?" Your questioning gaze meets his own and he swallowed thickly. "I don't deserve a woman like ya. So sweet on me, stealin' m'heart each time y'smile and that damn contagious laughter.."

He stopped speaking the moment your finger placed against his lip, watching your expression shift to a far more sweet and loving demeanor.

Yet lust still stayed in those eyes that left him dreamy, lost in thought as he stares.

"Arthur Morgan, if I have t'fuck it into ya that y'deserve me, I will." He felt his cheeks warm when you began unbuckling his belt, the audible gulp sounding in the air making you pause.

"Are y'sure?" He questioned in a breathy whisper, licking his lips when your hands move up his chest, grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him against you so your lips rested against his ear.

"Absolutely, Mr. Morgan." He visibly shivered, melting when feather like kisses trailed along his jaw and down to his neck, now being hyperaware of just how you make him feel.

His hands come down to grasp your rear, soon hiking you up with a squeak from your lips so your legs wrapped around his waist.

So he could grind his growing hardness against your pants covered core and let you feel what you do to him.

His fingers came to the buttons of your shirt, working to get them undone ad yours worked on his vest, letting the article fall off his form unceremoniously to the dirt below.

He catches your lips following a tilt of his head, humming in satisfaction when your shirt is off and your bare breast are exposed to the humid air of the camp.

Arthur Morgan was savoring every second of this, loving how hot and needy your form grew when he laid you on the cot and busied his mouth with a perky nipple, earning the most delicious of noises from you.

Each breathy sigh when his tongue flicked over the bud and how his teeth just barely grazed the sensitive flesh earning a hitch in breath.

It was pure music to his ears.

Soon enough it was his turn to groan, the sound a low rumble rising from his chest when your hand snaked its way into his trousers, taking him in hand.

"My God, woman. You're drivin' me wild." He huffed out, motions pausing as his eyes flutter shut and savor the slow rhythm you had set with each pump of his member.

"Isn't that the point, Mr. Morgan?" You joked sweetly, giggling when his eyes open to send you a playful look, his lips moving from your breast to kiss down your abdomen and pause at the trousers blocking him from your drenched sex.

Your hand had to pull away from the way he lowered himself, his fingers looping in the waistband of your pants and gaze flickering up for a single second.

A silent question was posed.

"Go ahead." You cooed, body shivering in pure delight at the way his gaze shifted to something more...needy.

He has waited so long to do this, and now he was gonna savor every second of it.

He reveled in the view of you once your pants were off, a verbal moan leaving his lips when he stole a lap at your core, hands moving to catch your shifting hips.

He kept his gaze locked on your own, not giving a damn who heard your lewd noises that spilled out with each suckle and lick at your sensitive bundle of nerves and needy hole.

Savoring the way your chest raised with each quickened breath and how your eyes fell half way when he found the right pace to bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Each hungry lap led you closer and closer, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging with a sweet, delicious moan as the levee broke and he was flooded with your slick, cleaning you of every drop he could.

He rose up with a chuckle, your blissed out expression making his heart flutter.

It encouraged him, made him happy to know he could make you feel so good.

His tongue darks out, licking at what was left on his lips and back of his hand wiping at his chin.

God this man looked sinful doing such.

"Sweeter than honey." He commented, grinning at the rising blush decorating your cheeks.

Your fingers grab his pants again, pulling him in for a kiss as he moved to get his shirt the rest of the way off.

His pants soon followed, now nude to you for the first time.

Of course, you've seen him from the waist up when things got too hot for multiple layers.

Bare chest exposed and slickened with sweat from whatever activity he had been doing.

Your fingers traced over the flesh, resting over his heart to feel it racing as he positioned himself between your legs, gaze seeking your own for approval once more.

"Arthur, please just fuck m'like ya mean it." You pleaded with him when the tip of his cock brushed over your slickened folds, hitting your clit and making your thighs tremble.

He gave a smirk at your words, hips moving so he could sheath his length within you.

He's slow, savoring the way your core accepts every inch of his shaft until his hips are against your own and face pressed against your neck, delivering tender kisses to aid in the process of you adjusting to him.

You're like a well oiled machine, moving in sync to advance the process.

Breaths shared between open mouthed kisses and noises silenced by the other, excluding the wet, skin hitting skin noises that begin to overtake the tent.

Raw, needy, he fucks you like a man desperate to never lose you, to never be without you in his life.

Each pump brings him closer and closer to the edge, just like the feelings building like wildfire in your core.

"Arthur!" Your tone is breathy when it reaches his ears, the only warning besides the sudden clamp of your walls around him and the new octave your tone takes to your release.

He groaned out when he finished within you, your walls stealing everything he has and weight resting on his arms as he tries to combat the high and not crush you.

"I told ya y'drive me wild." He chuckled out, breathless and moving to his side, bringing you with him so he stays buried inside you for the time being.

"Do y'still feel unworthy of me, Arthur?" You questioned gently, fingers tracing designs along his chest, head resting against his shoulder.

"No, all because ya reassured me." He admits, kissing the top of your head.

"Good."

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