#rdr2 oc

[zordanna]

self indulgent art basically. Yeah.

[endstar-drw]

Se busca Javier Escuella.

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(( + video feat. my oc ))

[rockinglikemotley]

Imagine this…

Arthur Morgan between your open legs, hips rolling slow, his cock so deep it has you babbling nonsense. He likes to watch you wiggle and squirm underneath him, likes listening to those incoherent words that fall from your lips.

He smiles, almost taunting, above you as he continues to slowly roll his hips into yours. Arthur leans down and kisses your throat and groans as he does. Your sopping walls clench tightly around him, sucking him in impossibly further.

You continue to moan and spew a slur of words out and Arthur only chuckles. He captures your lips with his, shutting you up for a brief moment. “What’s the matter baby?” His lust filled voice purrs as he takes your hands and pins them above your head with one hand.

“Fucked you so dumb you can’t even tell me how good this feels, huh?” Your eyes flicker open, watching as he smirks down at you. His voice alone could get you off, but lord if his cock didn’t do wonders…

Arthur shifts, getting better leverage on his elbow. He thrusts become quicker, still keeping his cock deep inside. You moan a little louder, cling to him a little tighter, and your walls clench around him more.

“Fuck- Arthur..” you breathe, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Tell me baby,” he kisses along your jaw. “Speak.” He whispers in a husky tone in your ear.

You struggle to say anything at first through moans and a series of ‘yes’s. “Feels- ngh- feels so good…” you finally sigh out, nails digging into the muscles of his back. “Y’so good.. so good to me, baby.”

“Atta girl/boy,” he smirks while his hand kneads at your thigh. You shift your hips, trying to chase after your high. Arthur moans shamelessly in your ear again as his hips thrust quicker.

His mouth drops open, brows furrowing as skin slapping and wet sounds fill the room. Your pleasured sounds go up an octave as you feel his tip hit the perfect spot every time. And just as you come, Arthur’s following right behind you.

He comes with a deep groan as his cock twitches inside you while painting your walls creamy white. You cling to him as he rides out your orgasms and he’s peppering your neck and shoulder with soft kisses to your overwhelmed skin.

[bununiii]

commission of the sweet charthur kid winnie for @sermessmer !!!!! this oc is such a joy to draw i love papa artur ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[elesketchii]

heaven sent

[an-organism-in-a-trenchcoat]

[red-dead-muses]

𓃦Pretty folk'

RP starter for @just-a-lone-soul

A few months had passed since well- everything took place. The blow ups, the mess ups, the occasional slip ups, and everything seemed to calm down, everything was back as it was but a bit better.

Today had been a boring day, a easy-going day. And though Buck and the others probably appreciated it, Dylan did not. He felt cooped up, not by his family, but by... well, trying to stay out of mischief. Why was it harder as of lately? Was it because of Dante? Maybe a little, but the need inside him was growing for me things to do. But, he'd promised Huron he'd do better, and he'd do his best to stick to it.

So he suggested to Dante, ❝hey, wanna come with me to the camp? Wanna see if anything is going on over there.❞ and the other man agreed, much to dylans appreciation.

When they got to the camp, everyone was there, meaning Dutch too. He had snapped at them to leave or they'd be shot, and Dylan was able to charm the man. If micah could wiggle his way into the gang, so could he, and he used it. Dutch was easily charmed, especially with the surprising help of Mrs. Adler and Charles chiming in. So, tonight was sort of a party! People telling stories by the fire, everyone mingling. It was a fine time.

Would be. If Dylan could push down these... unpleasant feelings. Dante still got jittery around charles, that gorgeous man, and Dylan just kept comparing himself. He wasn't sure why though. He knew he wasn't... pretty like charles. Never would be. But why'd it bother him so much? Because everyone looked at Charles like he was some intimidating god? Ugh

[yerboah-k]

Aura.

Cunttttttttyyyyyy