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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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I will go absolutely rabid if you do fanfic for Josiah -gumdrop bean

“Hey…Gary giving you trouble?”

You turn to look up over your cubicle, a bit off put by how Josiah suddenly appeared. He’s always so quiet for a man who drinks energy drinks like it’s water. “Hmm? I mean, not really. I think the joke I pulled yesterday might’ve gotten me in trouble though. Told me to head to HR as soon as possible”.

The tired, baggy eyes of your coworker somehow turned even darker. He walked around to enter your cubicle, pressing a little too close for comfort. “...Well, hopefully it goes well. Wanna slide over for me real quick? I got that USB you didn’t take earlier…”

You feel your hair stand on end, and while you took a minute to answer, you could’ve sworn he sniffed you. “Uh, isn’t that what broke-”

“Nah nah. Just let me slide it in, show you what's actually on it” he interrupts, placing the device into your computer without waiting for your protest. The screen flickers the horrible shade of blue, the white text appears, and your gut sinks seeing everything you had just worked on being destroyed.

“WHAT THE HELL?! I wasn’t even finished with the spreadsheet and presentation!” You hissed, pushing your chair back and slamming it into him as you frantically tried to pull the USB out of its port.

“Exactly. Why would a hard worker like you ever want that to be ruined?” Josiah says calmly, watching with a small smile as you try to click on the screen and undo whatever your so-called work friend had done.

“What are you on about? I can’t believe you did this!”

Josiah waits a few seconds. He slides beside you again as he takes your hand away from the mouse, slowly letting it go as you turn to face him with confusion and anger still clear on your expression.

“Think about it. Why would someone who works so hard do this to their own computer or another coworkers? You’re simply just a victim being blamed…Right?”.

You yank your hand away as you soak in what he was telling you. Was he taking the blame? The man who would make you watch as he swapped people's food with pet food or would trick Jackson with virtual scams, is suddenly being honorable and trying to save your ass?

“...You look a little lost. Need me to spell it out?” he quips, not moving back but not stepping forward.

“Why?” is all you manage to say, feeling tension rise as Josiah suddenly sat you back down, pressing his face close to whisper in your ear.

“I like you. You and I get along…People are always harping on you when you don’t deserve it, and these assholes can’t ever handle a joke. I’ll go see Gary myself, tell him it was all me, and you won’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything”.

You feel goosebumps rise across your body. Something was wrong, you feel it in your gut. This isn’t some fucked up joke, this situation has a whole new air to it. As if the playful nature soured and festered into something worse. Something dangerous.

Something unholy.

Your silence makes the man chuckle, and he gently pats your cheek. “I’ll be back, don’t worry. Me and Gary will have that meeting instead, and you can just…relax. Sit here or better yet! Sit at my desk and play a few games while I'm gone!”

He pushes the desk chair out of your cubicle, walking behind you to tip you out of it and get you walking. Before you stand up completely, you feel a wave of fear wash over your entire being as lips press to the nape of your neck.

“Atta Y/N. Don’t pay any mind to the others alright? They’re just gonna berate and yell at you. Wait for me at my desk and when I get back we can go back to the way things were. I even have a few more funny ideas in mind for Halloween day."

-Mommabean (Please tell me what you thought!)

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writingsfromthegrave · 2 years

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Josiah Nguyen x GN! Reader

you aren't quite sure how his little video game works . . .

" josiah ? " you peer over your co-worker's shoulder, highly interested in what his computer screen was displaying. you weren't all that much of a rule breaker and stuck to your usual work 'program', that being an office organizational website thing. and so watching josiah fool around was a little odd to you

he gave you a hum in response, turning toward you with a blank expression on his face. he held another gaming device in his hands, more focused on that rather than the game on his pc.

you motion your head toward his screen, a questioning look on your face. it wasn't that you were angry he was slacking off, no, you were just too curious to not say a word. it seemed like a very violent game, nothing that really suited your taste

"oh. this." josiah lazily turned his swivel chair toward the desk, setting the handheld device in his lap safely. in just a few clicks, josiah found himself in the main menu, displaying the title full view for you. "you wanna play?" a small smile formed in one corner of his lips, being more of a grin.

you quickly nod your head no, not enjoying the previews you've seen so far. there was a whole lotta blood and shooting, not your thing. "you sure?" you noted his voice was really soft. just a little observation, nothing meaningful.

his calm demeanor made you feel more comfortable, but you knew that regardless you'd probably mess up his rank or something; you weren't too good at FPS games. that being said, you hesitantly declined his offer

josiah shrugged, lifting up the smaller portable device, showing you the screen. it was a puzzle-like game, and while still not your favorite, it was way more playable for you. "it's called undertale." you walk closer to his desk, pulling up an extra swivel chair in front of him.

he gently hands you the device, guiding you on how to play the game properly. it was black and white with a little skeleton dead center of the screen. looking below the skeleton, you pick the least violent option, being MERCY.

josiah praised you for picking the correct option, instructing you when you needed it. his deep voice made you feel a little something, but that wasn't your current focus

"that was fun, but my break just ended five minutes ago." you let out a little chuckle, handing josiah his property back. as you exchanged the device, your fingers brushed against his for a second

and god his hands were... a bit soft. unexpectedly.

you blush at the sudden contact, not daring to look at your colleage. but, if you had to guess, he was a little smug with your obvious flushed reaction

it was very hard to hide...

"enjoy your work." josiah said sarcastically as you quickly scooted away back to your desk in the corner, facing forward to his cubicle.

slight curiousity struck you and you decided to peer over the top of your booth

your eyes met his own, catching him staring right up at you.

it was humiliating, to say the least. you quickly sat back down despite the loud noise your chair made and aggressively put your head in your hands, sighing out of frustration

you fall in love way too easily for your own good.

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the-qtip-corner · 2 years

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i like overtime 😋😋

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shinybrownkxs · 3 months

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drinking party.

What the fuck?

You both fumbled and crashed as you felt your back hit the hall with a thud. You’re praying to god that your neighbors aren’t at home or at least deep ass fucking sleepers. Josiah was leaving a slew of hot, wet kisses down your neck and cleavage. You hadn’t even noticed he already had your shirt off and currently working to get your pants off as well.

How’d you even get here?

…

Oh right, boss’s treat.

Gary decided that out of the goodness of his heart and a token of his gratitude that everyone was to go out drinking. You refused, but Gary gave you a mean glare signally that this was mandatory. You were silently cursing the damn man in your head when you felt a gentle nudge to your side.

“Wanna sit together? I uh don’t really care for these sorta things either.” Josiah gave you a half smile and you felt reassured. At least you’d have someone there to talk to and it wouldn’t be so bad right?

Wrong.

This shit was fucking ass. A deep scowl was present on your face as Gary and your other coworkers bellowed and were hyena-screeching their asses off. What the fuck did Gary say that was soooo funny? He’s not no Kevin Hart that’s for damn sure. You scoffed and threw back the shot laid in front of you, rolling your eyes before turning to Josiah. His face was flushed and was radiating with heat. Was he a lightweight? You didn’t drink a lot but you could hold your own and get down a good amount of alcohol. The dizziness was light, you were drunk but not shitfaced. As opposed to Josiah who stumbled when he got up. Think it was time to take him home.

“Hey Gary-“ You cleared your throat. To your dismay, he looked up and ignored you. Fucking dick. A sigh of frustration fell from you and your helped Josiah get steady on his feet. He looked at you. Eyes glossy, his whole body was red. That was cute. Real cute.

“ ‘M going home?” He slurred his words, breath heavily laced with whatever the hell he was drinking. You already had an uber on the way, nodding as you both walked to the door.

“Gotta get you in bed, you’re drunk.” You and Josiah were close pals and he’s been over to your place a couple of times to just kick back or vent about the times were Gary has been a major fucking asshole, so you’d figured you’d take him back to your place and have him sleep on the bed, while you slept on the couch.

The uber back home was fairly tame with Josiah rambling about his video games and new pranks that were brewing in his little head. You felt your drinks fucking with your head now. You felt sluggish and were laughing a little harder, a little louder at the jokes Josiah was saying. He also cackled along with you. Two drunkards having a ball in the back of an uber.

The door was pushed open with a loud creak, you both stumbled into your warm, inviting home.

“Hey Josiah you want some wat-“ You felt lips crash against yours and that’s how you got into the situation you were in now.

Now here you were. Shirt off, pants falling down and Josiah littering his love bites down your breasts and neck.

“Been wantin’ to do this. Never thought you’d let me in.” He hands roughly groped at your breasts, rolling your pebbled nipple between his long fingers. Your mind has hazy and your legs buckled at husky voice. Something hard pressed against your clothed core, a hiss coming from the man before you. Your hands were tangled up in his brown locks, fingernails lighting scraping against his scalp causing him to groan at your actions. A hand was shoved between your legs and your felt nimble fingers dancing along your clit making your knees buckle; thank god Josiah was there. His arm wrapped firmly around your middle as he toyed with your little bundle of nerves.

“Any other time I woulda had ya prepped, but I can’t wait. M’sorry for being selfish.” You couldn’t care less. With how much slick you were producing to the point where you were sure this shit was dribbling down the poor man’s hands, you were surprised he didn’t already have his cock deep in your tummy. Josiah’s belt hit the floor and unzipped his pants, opting to just pull his cock out through his underwear than taking everything off. He was big and pretty. Veins danced along his shaft, brown pubes nestled neatly at the base, with a angry read mushroom head to top it all off. He was dripping with precum. He used your arousal to wet his cock and before he could put it in you stopped him.

“Can we at least..can we at least do this on the bed?” You spoke just above a whisper. He groaned.

“Now?” His cock throbbed and Josiah didn’t think he could wait any longer. He’s been wanting a piece or just a sliver of you for a while. He couldn’t deny you were an attractive woman. The way you carried yourself so confidently. You always smelt good. Always. And the rare chances he got to touch you, you were so soft. So warm. There was no waiting. With a grunt, he let you drag him to your bedroom. Josiah pushed you face first onto the bed and lifted your ass up.

“ I ain’t waiting no more.” He bottomed out in you within seconds, cock nestled firmly against your cervix. Your eyes rolled and your body shook tremors underneath him. He was so big. You felt so full. You heaved for air as the literal wind got knocked out of you.

“Fu..Fuck. If I known you felt this good I would’ve made a move on you AGES ago.” He rolled his hips, the drag of his cocks against your velvety walls making his head spin with delight. And he got to work. He has his hand on your lower back pushing you into a deep arch, your hands tangled with your sheets and shaking with how hard you gripped them. Your moans bounced along the walls and echoed around you. His pace was unforgiving and relentless, watching his cock disappear inside your tight little hole. Your cunt was greedily sucking him in, almost as if it was begging for more. Begging for him to use you and that’s just what he did. He propped his leg up and used both hands to hold onto your waist. His cock sank back into its rightful home and setting the pace once again.

“Josiah! Fuck…you…oh fuck..” You slurred, drilling lazily dripping down your cheek as you felt his balls collide and slap against your clit with the roll of his hips. Your eyes were fluttering shut as all you could do was take him like you were a fleshlight.

“Fucking. Pretty. Bitch. Taking my cock so well, huh?” His voice cracked, each word accompanied with hard thrusts to your core, only causing you to cry in pain and pleasure. “Been wanting to fuck you stupid like this for so…fucking…long.” You glanced back at him just for your heart to skip a beat. His lips were pulled back into a snarl and his teeth were barred, strands of hair sticking to his forehead which was beaded with sweat. His jaw went slack as he let out a moan, feeling you clench around him at the sight. He was watching you. Not you exactly, but your body. You were so pliable underneath him. Your eyes clapped against his hips with his heavy thrusts and your legs shook in earnest; he was eating this up. You were making him crazy. Josiah wasn’t letting you go after this, no fucking way.

“Josiah..please..” He twitched at your begging and he was hunched over you, whispering into your ear.

“Whatcha need, pretty girl? Talk to me. Let Daddy know what you need?” Daddy? Oh fuck. You groaned, tightening around him so deliciously once again.

“Rub..” You wheezed out barely managing to speak with the way his was fucking your mind into oblivion. You guess he got the hint because he started feverishly rubbing circles on your clit, cock still hitting deep inside your sopping cunt. Your body seized and a scream ripped through your throat followed with a sob, you came hard. White flashing in your vision, the coil snapping in your stomach. You gasped as he fucked you through your high, he swears up and down he could’ve cum to the sight before him. You falling and coming undone because of his hands. Because of Josiah. He rutted against you, tongue out, drooling dribbling down onto your back. He chased after his own orgasm.

“Gonna cum..Fuck, baby where do you want it.” He asked, not having much time left but at least he had half the mind to asked. Through your cock-drunken haze you managed to answer. An answer that had him cumming hard.

“Wanna feel you cum in me, Josiah.”

“Oh fuuuuuuck…” His head tilted back and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He buried is cock deep inside you, flush against your cervix as he dumped his cum into your pussy. He withdrew himself and sat back on his haunches, watching your lower half collapse onto the bed. It was silent in the room except for the heavy breathing.

“M..” You whimpered and Josiah leaned in to hear you better.

“More…” You rasped, body twitching.

More? You wanted more? Even after that powerful orgasm, your sense were high and you craved for that feeling once more.

“Are you fucking serious?” He snapped and flipped you over, your back against the sheets as you peered up through your lashes to look at the man. His eyebrows were furrowed and his face was red. “Are you really asking for a round two?” You felt ashamed until you realized he was hard, already stroking and palming his cock.

“Yess…” You whined. “Give it to me…Want more.” Josiah scoffed and watched his cum leak out of your cunt, shoving to fingers inside of you forcing the cum back to where it came from.

“You greedy fucking whore.” He spat. “You want more yet you’re leaking out the precious gift I gave you, huh? You’re so fucking needy.” With a hiss, he was already burrowing his cock back in your pussy. A loud cry tumbling from your lips. “ Well if it’s more you want…” He slowly withdrew his cock from your warm cavern, only leaving the tip inside. His lips pressed against the shell of your ears.

“Then that’s what you’ll fucking get.” He slammed back into you, knocking your head against the headboard. Legs thrown over your shoulder as you punished you with powerful thrusts, leaving you absolutely breathless.

“Oh my…oh my fucking god. Josiah…Josiah.” His name falling from your mouth like a prayer, a mantra, like it was the only thing you know. Your thighs were pressed against your chest as you looked up to see Josiah grinning down at you, arms gripping the headboard tightly.

“Take it all, you dumb fucking bitch.” The blunt head tapping your sweet spots over and over, leaving you blank. Head empty. Your mouth was shaped into a perfect little ‘o’ as you felt a warm hot liquid slide down your throat.

“Dirty whore drinking my spit.” The silver lining of his spit connected from his lips to your mouth. Your eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide with lust, watching him thoughtlessly. Josiah felt a hand shakily press against lower stomach, a weak, feeble attempt to push him away. He took in the sight of your face, his heart fluttering in his chest. Here you were. Lashes wet and sticking to together from your tears, cheeks stained with mascara while your lips were swollen. You weren’t thinking straight. Shit, you couldn’t think straight. He knocked your hand away as if it was a bug.

“Aww, is the dumb little princess tired? Too big for you, baby?” He cooed. You nodded your head rapidly, babbling incoherent words to barely form a sentence.

“Josiah…please.. big… too much.” You croaked, throat dry and aching from all the moaning and crying. He had to take some pity on you right?

He laughed in your face and then clicked his tongue.

“This is what you asked for. So fucking take it.” Josiah picked his pace back up, wrapping one of his hands around your throat.

“Dumb fucking slut. Stupid little bitch wanting me to take pity on her.” He panted. His hips smacking hard against your thighs, the slapping of skin loud and deafening throughout the room. You could simply just cry and moan. The man fucked every little thought in your head and with his hand squeezing the sides of your neck, you could feel yourself starting to float. You felt him take his hand off to slap your cheek lighting a few times.

“Did I fuck you stupid or something?” He waited for answer which only came back to him in moans and babbles of nonsense. You had big drops of tears running down your temples, sniffling all the way.

“Awee, poor baby. Can’t help but be mean to you when you look like this.” A cheshire grin ever present on his face. He was fucking you deep into the mattress till you couldn’t even see straight. Your insides and guts shaped and molded to his cock. You were ruined for anyone else that would ever even try to fuck you.

“I can‘t…can’t.” Whimpering loudly and crying, you felt his thumb press hard against your little clit and rub furiously.

He looked at you coldly, “You can and you will.”

You went quiet as you shook and finally cried out in pleasure, soaking Josiah’s lower half and causing a small puddle underneath your ass. You could hear him somewhere in your mind speaking and praising you ‘so good for me pretty girl, so proud of you’ along with the sounds of your cunt squelching around his cock.

Josiah wasn’t far behind after all your walls squeezed the life out of his cock, he could barely move with how tight you were.

“Fuck.” He choked, “Gonna cum again. Gonna fill you up. Get you all round. Fuck. You’re gonna look so pretty baby filled with MY baby.” He was rambling, but damn it was speeding him up to his own release. The thought of you so round and plump with his seed. With his child was making him go mad. He used all his strength to push him to his own orgasm. He was so close. So so close. He just needed-

“….wanna be a mommy. wanna have your baby.” Your words had him seeing stars. His balls were flush against your ass as he held you right in his arms, groaning into your ear. You were milking him for all that he’s worth, he could feel himself being drained and god was he loving it. He didn’t pull out. No. He couldn’t. And have him face the cold of not being in you?? Absolutely not. He flipped you both over, you laying on his chest still balls deep in your cunt.

“You okay?” As he watched you slowly look at him with big round doe eyes. Your pink tongue darted out to moisten your bottom lip as you spoke,

“Round three?” He could feel his cock twitching back to life at your words and he groaned.

“Fuck, man.” You were gonna be the death of him.

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mx-pastelwriting · 7 days

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RDR2 HC - Running away together & what would it take.

RDR2 x GN! Reader

Summary: Running away together & what would it take for them to.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Running away, Some Happy Endings

Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Hosea Matthews, John Marston, Josiah Trelawny

Dutch van der Linde

- A hard task in itself, prying Dutch away from his power over the gang, it's an almost impossible task. Though echoing Hosea's words to lie low would earn you some time in having a voice over Micah's, he would consider it.

- Nightly talks cuddled up in his arms, imagining life away from the one you have aloud; he entertains it, but not without saying some doubtful scenarios. Having to change your ways, almost manipulating him into taking that life as a real thing.

- Never leaving his side, hearing every thought, not giving Micah a chance to talk to him in private, in turn driving you crazy. Doing anything for that good life, leaving your intentions to change just to get your Dutch safe.

- Every day drained you; all that work had finally caught up to you. Slowly, you lost faith as the gang came into more trouble, making you come to a realization. You made your choice.

- A night of loving Dutch one more time, cuddled up into his arms, then having to leave them. Leaving him in a deep sleep with a final kiss. Taking your horse he had gotten for you a long time ago and what little clothes you had left from all the years of running. Finally leaving in the cold night, not daring to look back.

A year had gone by, and still you dreamt about that day and its many outcomes, but all you could do was smile at the memory of his messed hair loving him for that final night. Telling yourself over and over that it spared the both of you, there was no use to keep trying. Leaving to build your own life, living out your dream that you tried so hard to convince Dutch of so many times.

He would have loved it, just the two of you; he just couldn't see it. Getting up from your bed, dressing up for the day, and having to live off of the small land you fought to get months after. Making your way to the kitchen, readying breakfast before your day of work, but a knock interrupts you from the task.

Grabbing your old weapon, hoping it still worked, then walking slowly to the door, pointing the weapon from your hip. Upon opening the door, your mind and body went blank. Dutch was standing at your front door, looking like shit. "Dear," he says, voice cracking. Even after all this time, he charmed his way into your heart, igniting your love again.

Arthur Morgan

- You both have always talked about that kind of life and what it would be like, but it always ended as a joke and never as something to look forward to. Until you really thought about it, hearing Hosea's story of him and his wife fed into your dream.

- Bring it up to Arthur one night, making sure he took it seriously, not knowing what to say, only he couldn't leave the gang just like that. Over time, you pushed the matter, and he always listened but never said anything.

- Being with the gang for a long time, you watched it change as Dutch came into more trouble. Finally, it hit a breaking point when Arthur went missing from the meeting with Colm O'Driscoll. The camp had to calm you down, but it didn't stop the tears every night, fighting your mind to just leave, but it turned to worry that if he'd come back, you needed to be there for him.

- After days of the gang searching, you finally spotted Arthur's house with him on top, thinking you had just gone crazy. Hearing his groans of pain, you ran to him, crying aloud, causing the camp to spring into action, with some having to hold you back so the rest could work.

- After an hour of working on him finally letting you see him, never leaving his side as you waited for him to wake. Hosea brought you something to eat every day, knowing what you had been going through.

Snapping from your exhausted state as a groan came from Arthur, watching as he stirred from his rest. Tears once again spilled from your eyes while grabbing his hand and placing it to your cheek. Waking fully, he whispered your name, running a hand through his hair earning a hum from him as he rested his eyes once again.

"I thought you were dead," you whispered, kissing his hand earning another hum. "Okay," he whispered weakly, making you look at him meeting his blue-green eyes. Taking a minute for you to understand, you nodded, "Tonight." You responded, getting only a weak nod back. Quickly getting up to then plant a kiss on his lips before preparing your leave.

Javier Escuella

- Being so loyal to Dutch, as soon as you'd bring that idea of life up, he'd tell you of the time he tried to find that kind of life, with it ending with Dutch saving him, in turn needing to repay Dutch with his life. A life for a life.

- Still, of course, you stayed with him, but it didn't stop you from trying. From mentioning small things, such as telling him to look at the homesteads as you passed them or talking to couples who owned their land, hearing the stories of home life making sure Javier was near you to hear.

- Wishing aloud to love him behind closed doors, but he brought up the suggestion of a hotel quickly you shot it down with wishes of loving him in your own home. Unknown to you, it wasn't till the end that he would change his mind.

- Seeing as he buddied up with Micah breaking your heart, seeing what Micah did to Dutch, there would be no way he would sink his claws into your Javier. Realizing it even more after hearing Arthur's words confirming your Javiers changed, solidifying your thoughts. Having to do the only thing that was left.

- Grabbing a bag, you started to stuff your things into it. Hearing footsteps come closer, you didn't look up, knowing who it was. When asking what you were doing, you told him you were leaving him. Shocked, he begged, but you gave it to him in the end, giving him an ultimatum. You or Dutch.

Pain washed over his face. He looked to the floor, hoping it would have the answer, but you continued packing. "Amor," he begged, but you kept your back to him as much as it pained you. "I can't do this, Javi," you say, tears stinging the brim of your eyes. "Tell me," he says, putting a hand on yours.

"All of this, you hate Micah. What changed?" You asked, making him look away, but you brought his face back softly with your hand. Cupping his face, "I know you see it. He's not well. I'm not going to stick around anymore, Javi," you say, turning to zip up your bag.

"It's your choice," you say before grabbing a few more things. "I can't," he says weakly. "Okay," saying your final words before walking to the horses, putting your things onto yours before hopping onto your horse.

Taking a last look at the camp, not caring who chose to look. Hearing as the horse next to you stirred, looking to see Javier hop on his with his belongings behind him. Smiling at each other, you turned away from camp, taking off quickly to start your new life.

Charles Smith

- Having been in the gang for a small amount of time, he had never shut down the idea, though never did he start to make plans on it. Figuring it was from his friendships with Arthur and John or him just settling in having run with him before the gang, you were of course thankful for them taking you both in, but shaking off the idea was never going to happen.

- Taking long rides on the days he got off, hugging his waist while resting your head on his back, talking about many things: camp gossip, your past travels, the future. Sometimes passing by a homestead watching as the people worked away at their land, imagining out loud how that would be, it would be better than always running.

- He loved you dearly; it pained him whenever leaving you to do a job with the gang, but you hated it more when he came to you from a watch stumbling on his tired feet to then crashing into your arms falling asleep before he could even mumble, "I love you.".

- Making his choice after the bank job that had gone wrong, having to bury Hosea and Lenny's bodies, the both of you talked about the decision ending with a kiss and the start of packing your things. Though quickly interrupted by the law, causing you to run once again, making you both stick around the gang a little longer.

- Knowing it put the both of you in more danger, he tried to make it quick by using the gang to help the tribe, only meeting them once by going with him, you understood. Finally, the day came telling only Arthur and John and those closest to you, getting hugs and wishes of luck to your new life.

Waking to the cooing of birds wrapped in the warmth of Charles's arms, hearing him snore softly, kissing his scared cheek, waking him from his slumber earning a smile. Looking at you with tired brown eyes, taking a moment to admire your well-rested faces.

Wiggling out of his arms with an objection as he tightened them, making you both laugh before you headed off to the kitchen in your homestead, but not without getting dressed first from the night before. Having been years since that day, leading to a new life, though the past caught up a year later, causing Charles to go with John just to make Dutch and Micah pay for all those years ago.

Of course, coming back to you with a bullet in the shoulder and a promise to never leave you again, from John's home, you both made it up to Canada, living out your dream of a homestead. Ending your reminisce on the past as Charles wraps his arms around you once more, kissing your neck softly while you readied the morning drinks.

Bill Williamson

- It had never been an idea to the both of you from all the years you ran with the gang until going into town. Seeing how a couple talked about their lives after getting that first taste of that kind of life, you never looked back.

- Not telling Bill at first, wanting him away from Dutch a bit before springing it upon him after one of your hotel nights away, he entertained your thoughts, though laughing at some parts until he realized you were serious.

- His first feeling was anger at how he could never do that to Dutch, but you argued that Dutch doesn't control your lives. Finally, he calmed down, telling you he looked up to Dutch. Knowing how he wanted the limelight that Arthur and John had, you convinced him that even if it was painful to say and hear, he would never be them. His obsession can't control him.

- Even though he listened with understanding, even agreeing, he told you the time wasn't right. Giving your understanding back to his reasoning, you stayed with him. But things didn't stay still for forever.

- The bank job had gone wrong with the law running you out of Shady Bell, feeling as if it was years before you got Bill back in your arms after hearing tales of him on Guarma. Having enough, you started to pack your things, causing Bill to freak. Hearing none of it, you gave him a choice. Hoping he would pick the right one.

Standing in front of your horse, holding your bag tightly, "I've hit the end, Bill; I-I can't. I can't stay up every night hoping you're alive; it's not fair to me or you." You choked through your words, causing a scene for the whole camp to see, but you didn't care; you were done.

Seeing his hesitant look back at Dutch, who watched on calmly, you had your answer. His continuous seek for approval from Dutch would never stop, and you weren't going to be around to watch it kill him or you.

Hosea Matthews

- Having left before he would hear the idea once again, not shooting it down immediately though ending your talk with how his story ended, right back where he started.

- As time went on, his coughs had gotten worse, as well as his attitude towards it, helping with his cough fits earned a hand wave and a choked-out "I'm fine." But you kept pushing, knowing if it was the end for him, it should be anywhere but running with the gang.

- Bringing it up more, he entertained it a bit more, but other reasons would always pop up after, trying to understand you let it go after every talk. As the gang settled into Shady Bell slowly, you noticed that he became even worse; he barely came to bed, but when he did stumble in, smelling of booze, giving you a slurred "I love you" before snoring away.

- Not waiting for his final say any longer, you slowly packed your things over the days, making sure both of your horses were ready to go in the night. Thankfully, you met a couple who knew of a cabin not too far away at a cheap price. Saving up quickly, you bought the cabin, leaving it to wait for you. Taking note of when the watch shifts change and when the camp dies down for the night.

- Finally, you made your move. As Hosea stumbled into being his familiar drunk self, you went into action, calling his horse over by the back door quietly loading on what little you had left. Then, waking Hosea leading him to the horse with false words, finally, you were ready with Hosea in a drunken sleep on your back, fleeing into the dark swamp.

Riding through the night, keeping Hosea on the horse, with luck, you made it through the swamp and into the forest on your way to the cabin. Not knowing how long this would last not even sure if this was a new life. "Just enough for you to rest," you whispered into the cold night air.

Making it to the cabin, using all your strength to get him in the cabin, laying him on the bed, tucking him. Going back out, taking your things from his and your horses, then letting them rest in the small stable for the next few days.

Waking into the morning still hearing Hosea's snores with his warm arms around you. Slowly, you get up, readying his medicine, hoping he'll understand your actions. Being all for him in the end.

John Marston

- Having entertained the idea only came up two times. The first was for one of Hosea's cons, having you and John play as a married couple that lived on a farm just for another couple who actually lived on a farm to come along to buy into Hosea's con.

- As years went on, seeing how the gang dwindled, thankful for not taking your John, but not without a scare and a promise to stay with you. Getting out of the snow, helping John to Horseshoe Overlook, fighting to keep him down, and resting. John made a joke about you being his spouse and having a little farm. That was the second time.

- John wasn't the only one with that joke; being protective over him, Hosea started to joke about how the con act ended long ago, but you were still acting the part.

- Finally, John was ready for jobs again, so you loosened your protection, though you weren't afraid to give it to Dutch if he came back with so much as a small scratch. Furthering that joke in the camp led you two to talk. John agreed to the possibility, but it was different in his mind. You saw it coming sooner than him.

- Sadly, it wasn't until the very end you could live out that idea. The gang fell apart, pushing you both towards Strawberry, but not without making a rule for yourself. Never to live that life again. It was easier said than done. John helped the framer, and you fled, leaving your John behind.

Reading the letter over again as the carriage hit every bump on the road, making your impatience worse. Finally stopping, not wanting to look out the window, needing to see him up close, you hurried out.

Standing there face-to-face with your John, having been gone for so many months, your eyes stinging as you wrapped your arms tightly around him. "It's over," he whispered into your ear, making the threatening tears spill, tightening your hold, not wanting to let him go again.

Josiah Trelawny

- Living that dream already in Saint Denis, but unbeknownst to you, Josiah had dealings with a gang. Hearing the name of the gang from officers around town yet not thinking anything of them. Not even questioning his absence at home as his "office work" makes him travel a lot.

- Loving the stories of his travels made you susceptible to listening for things, but never did you think you'd hear about your husband from an officer's mouth on the street. Then the next day, another questioned you on your doorstep, being very hostile and pushing past you just to find nothing, but before leaving, accusing you of dealing with the "Van Der Linde Gang.".

- Hearing nothing from your Josiah in the few passing days got you worried—maybe you didn't know the man you married. Though finally, you saw him as he crawled up the stairs of your Saint Denis home, the sight brought you to tears.

- The damage to him was heartbreaking. He groaned and hissed through his teeth as you cleaned up his bloody wounds, then bandaged them up. Saying nothing, you let the silence fall with his story quickly following, but you didn't let him finish.

- Saying the name of the gang, seeing how his face turned pale. Telling him of what transpired days before, hit you hard speaking of what you knew out loud to him. Starting with a sigh, he told you everything with a voice filled with shame.

"Stop," you said, interrupting his explanation, doing as you said, looking to you. Not being able to handle the sight of him knowing every cut or possible broken bone was because of his deals with the gang. You started to question whether the life you built was even real; was the love you got from him even real?

"Love," he pleaded, placing a hand on yours looking into the eyes you fell in love with so many times. Still, you held your ground. "No more J," you say, making him look down watching as he nodded. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his upper back and shoulders, hugging him as he sat in your home, where he belonged.

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Valentine’s Day with the Gang (RDR2)

Your favorite member brings you out on a special Valentine’s day date! Characters: Arthur, Charles, Josiah, John, Hosea, Dutch Warnings: NSFW themes AO3 Link Arthur - Arthur says he doesn’t believe in cheesy holidays like Valentine’s day - Leading up to the holiday he acts completely uninterested and won’t talk about it unless you bring it up - “Well… If you really wanna do somethin’ I guess we can,” He says reluctantly - However, Arthur is a secret hopeless romantic. Even though he acts this way he’s planning a special Valentine’s day for you the whole entire time!

- A nice gift he TOTALLY DIDN’T STEAL! Usually jewelry, a clothing item, or a little trinket that he thinks you would like. - Arthur also loves giving you fancy hairpins, he thinks they look cute on you - Alcohol in a unique/beautiful bottle. Think strawberry wine in a heart shaped bottle. Something like this. - Finger sandwiches… He LOVES an excuse to buy finger sandwiches. They are so tiny and he likes to 🤏 BUT he needs an excuse to buy them. A big outlaw like him can’t just go and buy little tea sandwiches for no reason. Well… Valentine’s day is the reason. - Once everything is prepared Arthur takes you to a place he found while riding around on missions. He’ll never tell you, but for 3 months he took note of every beautiful spot he could find that he thought you might like, slowly narrowing it down to a special place - He makes sure it’s in a place that’s pretty warm this time of year and spreads out a nice big blanket then plates everything neatly. - A romantic picnic! - Well…. He hopes you find it romantic. Because he sure does… - Arthur is kind of afraid that you might think his gifts are shallow or not considerate so he draws pictures for you - I mean /really/ draws. He spends HOURS trying to draw something perfect. If your horse is very special to you he will draw breathtaking pictures of your horse. If you have pets he’ll draw those pets stunningly. Or if there is a specific kind of landscape you love, like the mountains or the ocean, that will be captured wonderfully on paper. - He draws it on nice expensive paper too so you can frame it and use it as decor if you wish - Arthur is always very VERY shy when handing you this drawing even if he does this every Valentine’s day. He’s worried you won’t like it. - After you two eat and drink your wine he cuddles with you until it starts to get dark. Then he invites you on a romantic ride as the sun sets… to the hotel of course - Because after those little sandwiches Arthur feels frisky, and he LOVES having you as dessert - Believe me when I say this man will probably keep making you cum until you beg him to stop. ---- Charles - I genuinely don’t think Charles knows what to do on Valentine’s day - He’s never had a Valentine’s day before so this is all new for him - He hears about other couples exchanging chocolate or going out on nice dinners but he doesn’t feel as if that suits you two as a couple. If he brought you to dinner in Saint Denis that would probably be very weird. - Charles also doesn’t believe in frivolous gifts. If he gives you something it needs to be very personal and from the heart. - Because of this he decides to give you something handmade. Charles spends several months perfecting his wittling skills. - The end result is better than expected! He carves out a careful representation of your absolute favorite animal. He hopes you carry it with you everywhere you go to remember him by. It’s like a good luck charm - He asks Arthur and John what they’re doing for Valentine’s day while trying to make plans. He still doesn’t really know what to do. - Eventually he does choose to go the dinner route. Deciding to cook for you he searches/hunts for fresh ingredients and buys everything else he couldn’t find, storing them safely in his satchel before. riding back to camp to pick you up for your date - But first, the day starts lazy when you two wake up. He snuggles you, kisses you good morning and brings you coffee and breakfast in bed before he announces he’s ‘going to run some errands’ (this is when he goes to get the ingredients) - Late noon he returns and takes you out on a nice ride to an area full of active wildlife. -The day is filled with a wonderful nature walk. You each pick flowers to put into each other’s hair and talk or tell stories. - Charles sets up a nice camp for you both. He made sure to bring his favorite pelts for you to lounge on in front of the fire as he makes you dinner. - I think it’s important to include that he went and purchased your favorite baked goods for you to have as dessert. Charles didn’t think he could make a better dessert on his own and didn’t want to disappoint you. He only buys enough for you and none for himself, though he’s not opposed to sharing if you suggest it. - The night is spent with a great meal, wonderful company, and passionate love making. It ends with you laying on his chest as he draws circles on your skin. You both look up at the stars and tell stories or talk about the future, dreaming of all you could have. ----- Trelawny - Oh he’s soooo traditional! He’ll drop a nice dress or suit off for you to change into before returning with a stage coach, a large bouquet of roses, and of course chocolate. - “You look stunning mon amour…. That’s French by the way.” He purrs, kissing your hand as he helps you into the stage. - Fine dining has been arranged for you on this evening. Taking place on a high terrace overlooking the best view in all of Saint Denis. - He lets you order whatever you want. Steak? Lobster? Dessert? All yours! Eat your heart out!!! - Of course he orders caviar for the table and the most expensive wine they offer. - During dinner there’s live music and even a firework show! You watch the colors explode in the sky, shining over the ocean waves. It’s very very romantic~ - “I know I’ve been gone for a long time, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t thought of you. Here- I picked this up for you in a far away place called Blackwater.” He says, sliding a satin box across the table. Inside is a stunning necklace. Gold with a set sapphire. - After dinner he takes you for a walk. Telling you grand stories about his adventures. At one point he starts serenading you, dancing with you in the street. Oh it’s wonderful~ He twirls you around lampposts and picks a flower from the gardens to stick in your hair. - Once the night comes to an end he books a luxury room at the finest hotel in the city where you two get a little frisky before turning in for the night ------ John - His ass FORGETS it’s Valentines day - “Why’re you all dolled up?” After you glare at him and he realizes he’s forgetting something important he starts sweating. “Is it your birthday today or our anniversary?” - Once he figures out what day it is he’ll run out and get you flowers. - Then he’ll let you pick a local restaurant. But nothing too fancy, he didn’t make any reservations so he doubted either of you could get in a nice restaurant. - I’m gonna be honest, your Valentines Day with him isn’t great. He makes it up to you for the next two weeks. He’ll bring you chocolate and flowers almost every day, practically begging for you to forgive him. He even books a nice dinner and actually takes a bath for once. - Then of course he holds you in bed at night asking with those puppy eyes of his “Are you still mad at me, my sweet?” - The best thing about it is you can keep bringing up Valentine’s day during any arguments and he’ll immediately drop everything to take you on an apology date, even if this is your 50th apology date. - He does feel really bad about it. But he continues to forget important days. It just doesn’t cross his little squirrel brain half the time ---- Hosea - Oh he’s been planning this night for weeks! - Hosea has a new spiffy outfit he’s excited to wear just for you~ - Upon picking you up you notice right away not only does he look like a hundred bucks, but he bathed and applied expensive cologne. - “You look more ethereal than any god/goddess known to mankind, my love.” He compliments you, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before helping you up onto a wagon - The evening starts off with you two getting ice cream and walking around town, talking while watching the sunset. - He then brings you to the theater to watch a show. He bought advanced tickets and reserved your favorite seats - The whole show, Hosea has his arm over your shoulders or is holding you. When something funny happens he laughs and looks to see what your reaction is. He’s just trying to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. - Once the show is over he takes you behind a nice restaurant, picking up food he had requested to-go. “I’m sorry if you rather eat inside, my dove. I thought it would be nice to do something a little different.” He explains, bringing you to a beautiful garden with a picnic table already covered with a table cloth and candles. - “What’s a romantic dinner without champagne and chocolate covered strawberries for my sweetheart?” He pulls a picnic basket out from the bushes after you two settled in to eat. He must’ve spent a lot of time setting this up for you in advance! - After a very sweet dinner where you two laughed about the past and discussed how you hope your relationship grows in the future, he finally slides forth a beautifully decorated present. “Open it.” He smiled wide, seeming giddy with excitement. - As you unwrap it you realize it’s your favorite book. You might be confused at first, but once you open the cover you realize it was signed by the author. This was a very rare copy, extremely hard to get and not to mention expensive. “I know it’s not much. I thought jewelry might be too cheesy for you, I didn’t want you to think all of my gifts are obtained by immoral means.” Hosea gives you a knowing wink. “Yet I still wanted to gift you a token of my love.” -------- Dutch - You will be woken up by a hearty “Good morning my darling.” A cup of tea or coffee pushed into your hands and your face peppered with kisses. - The day starts off with a nice breakfast in bed, then a bit of sex followed by an afternoon nap. - Once Dutch is nice and rested after your nefarious activities, he washes up and puts on a nice outfit. Similar to Hosea, this is when Dutch wears his nice cologne. - “We’re going dancin’!” He exclaims, making sure you wear the right shoes with your outfit. - He lets you ride in front of him on The Count and once you both arrive in the city he’ll wave down a stage coach to take you rest of the way - The place he bought tickets for you to dance is beautiful! A huge building that looks very European and fairy-tale like on the inside. Many rich people are in attendance since it’s a Valentine’s day ball. - Dutch immediately hands you a glass of champagne before sauntering off to speak with the wealthy for half the night, leaving you alone. - “Oh, come on now. You know we need money.” He whispers to you upon return, gently pulling you against him, arms around your waist. - After this you two finally dance, and honestly it’s a lot of fun! Dutch is very attentive and isn’t shy about kissing you or getting a bit handsy with you in public. - Once you two are danced-out he takes you to a nice restaurant. It turns out he doesn’t have a reservation so he had you pretend to use the powder room so you can sneak a peek at the guest list. You give him the name ‘Dylan Freeman’ and Dutch approaches the waitstaff posing as that man. - You two have a very lovely dinner, on Dylan Freeman’s tab of course! Dutch orders you both the most expensive things off the menu. - After two hours you both are a little drunk off of $100 imported wine when Dylan Freeman shows up. Dutch notices the waitstaff point your way and he grabs your hand. “My sweet, I’m afraid it’s time for us to run.” You both make a mad dash through the busy kitchen and out the back door, running down the alley while giggling. - “A romantic getaway to end a romantic night!” Dutch muses with satisfaction while you two sit by the dock, staring up at the moon and stars. This is when he pulls out a small box. “Go on.” There’s a glimmer in his eye as you look at what's inside. It’s a queen chess piece. “This is who you are to me. To the gang. We couldn’t do this without you.” He leans down, giving you a deep kiss.

#Arthur Morgan x Reader #Charles Smith x reader #john marston x reader #Dutch van der linde x reader #Hosea Matthews x reader #Josiah Trelawny x Reader #Arthur Morgan #Charles Smith #john marston #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews #josiah trelawny #RDR2 #RDR2 Headcanons #rdr2 valentines day #valentines day #writing #my writing

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Their Love Language

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Imagine: What is their love lanuage?

Warnings: none

Note: did I miss a character you like? Feel free to request for me to do a part 2 for your favourites

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Arthur Morgan

Giving Gifts

I've said it before and I'll say it again, this man loves giving any kind of gift to those he cares for. Whether it's a simple pebble he thought looked nice or the latest pocketwatch, just to be able to see the bright smile on your face when you receive these gifts is enough for him. This man is such a giver, anything he sees he'll grab just so you can give it to you and tell you that he thought of you. You have a "little" collection of all the stuff that Arthur has gotten you; pretty rocks, feathers, cigarette cars, shiny coins, etc. The list never ends. Anything that lets him see that beautiful smile on your face is enough for him.

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Dutch Van Der Linde

Physical Touch

It's no secret that Dutch is a hands-on kind of guy, I mean hell he'll praise the ground you walk on in front of everyone, zero shame. Is the camp partying after a successful job? Sure as hell he's got an arm around your waist, maybe a kiss on your neck or two. He will happily swing you around in his arms in camp to his gramophone, anything that allows him to be physically connected to you is perfect for Dutch. His favourite though is early mornings in his cot with you curled up in his chest, your arm draped over his chest as he gets to pick up your wrist and leave a small kiss to it.

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Hosea Matthews

Quality Time

Hosea isn't a material kind of guy, he doesn't want gifts or anything like that. A simple horse ride with you is enough for him, he likes just being in your prescense. He's a simple guy, anything that allows it just be you and him is just perfect. Whether it be going to a nice viewing spot so he can read to you while you lay your head on his lap or fishing at sunrise with him. He enjoy spending time with you, even if its in complete silence and you two aren't doing anything, just the fact he gets to enjoy your company is enough to make him feel like a young man again.

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John Marston

Acts Of Service

I'm gonna be blunt, John isn't the most romantic guy alive. He'll put an effort sure but don't be surprised if he's not exactly prince charming. He does his best to be your dream man even when he feels like he's lacking so he's started taking up your chores around camp and asking if you had anything you needed or done. You didn't think much of it at first, you thought he was just doing a nice thing for you until you realised this was how he was showing his love for you. Don't get me wrong, John will do his best to be romantic physically don't worry, but he also enjoys getting to see you relax after a hard day not having to focus on any of your chores because he's already done them all for you

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Javier Escuella

Quality Time

Javier is much like Hosea when it comes to showing his love and care for you, he doesn't want anything physical. I mean if you get him gifts and stuff, he's not gonna turn his nose up at it but he's more just enjoying you being there with him. Especially when he gets to play his guitar just for you? Oh the man will just melt. He has songs that he wrote that only you will ever hear, it's all the more romantic when he finds you humming one of them to yourself while you're doing your chores around camp. He enjoys being around his hermosa more than anything else in the world

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Charles Smith

Words Of Affirmation

Sure Charles is a very private guy, it's not that he's embaressed about you; far from it, he's absolutely infatuated with you! When it's just you two, he'll shower you in compliments and words of affections when he dots your skin in kisses. If you ever feel self consious, he's the first to be on his knees complimenting and pointing out every little thing that he loves about you, how your blessed by the great spirit itself. Charles isn't exactly the same way in front of the rest of the camp (unless it's Arthur), he'll compliment you but he won't be as gushy, mainly just to avoid either of you getting teased or rude comments towards you by people like Micah who aren't exactly the most native respecting people.

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Sadie Adler

Acts Of Service

We all know that Sadie is a blunt woman as well as not exactly hands on with people. Sure if you just need to be held, she's happy to provide her arms as your support but she won't just randomly grab onto you. Not that she doesn't love you, she loves you more than anything but she's just not like that you know? Instead much like John, she'll start taking up jobs for you. She most likely won't be doing your chores around camp since she believes those should be shared between you two but if you just need someone to vent to than she'll sit down and let you vent, scream, cry, anything you need. If you're too shy to go order a drink for example, she'll step up and get you a drink (not that you're paying because she refuses to let you ever pay for anything)

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Sean MacGuire

Physical Touch

If he can have his hands on you he will. Especially around camp just to rub it in everyone's faces, he loves to show you off and will be your official hype man. His favourite thing is having you in his lap while he drinks and chats with his friends, placing a kiss every now and again to your shoulder. No one in camp is really tired of it, hey it gets Sean off of their backs since he's always following you around like a little puppy who got lost, your hand almost always in his. He can't sleep anymore unless you're with him, so if he's off on a long job or you're away from camp for a while, than guess what? Sean isn't sleeping and that's just a fact. He will pout like a child till he can see you again and have you back in his arms.

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Josiah Trelawny

Receiving Gifts

Josiah is gone for many days at a time, you rarely ever know where he is. So when he would be gone on these week long no contact days, you started writing letters with little gifts attached to them such as pressed flowers or a shiny pebble or a card you found that you thought he'd like. You never knew where to send these letters, you just dropped them off at the post office asking if they ever saw Josiah that he was to earn these letters. You never knew exactly how he ever got these letters but everytime he returned, he had your gifts with him. He carried most of them around on his horse Silver Dollar along with a photo of you two, just as a reminder what he would be returning to when he came back to the camp.

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Bill Williamson

Physical Touch

Bill is a big guy, so even if you're a big person, he will still love to crush you in his arms. He loves how he can just envelope you regardless of your size, plus he loves how safe he can make you feel in his arms. Nothing can get you while he's around, he won't ever let anything happen to you. He most likely won't do anything in front of other members of the gang because he's just more of a private guy. When it's just you and him though? He'll pick you up, he'll be loving up on you in his arms, anything that allows him to make you feel safe and loved in his hold.

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ilovecats-07 · 5 months

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my new wedded husband 💗

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #my husband #Dutch #rdr #reddeadredeption #Dutch van der linde x reader #tw stalking #somno fantasy #joe goldberg #josiah trelawny

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asakiooi · 1 year

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Hey idk if you take writing requests so if not. dont read this and have a nice day :)

But however if you do-

I been dieing for a reader x josiah from overtime. I was wanting somthing on the more wholesome side. As a simp I played that game solely for him and ended up hitting the wall running to fast to his desk. So I'm asking for something like that where the reader is like ya know always happy to see him. Maybe even buys him monsters often, watches him play his game and quietly cheers for him. Ya know like a little wife who just wants him happy. (And obviously that he kills ofc)

(And unless you keep it gender neutral, can the reader be a short fem? I'm 5'1 and would tremble under his look lmao)

and take ya time if ya make it and get good rest :)

Overtime Headcanons | Josiah X Short GN! Reader

M sorry op, once again I have fumbled with my ask box but yes here you go bc I love all of you overtime lovers <3

In the form of Hcs unfortunately, I just pulled a whole fic earlier and I needa break. Also I’m writing this as pre extension demo, where Josiah works as an IT alongside you (mc).

Josiah is always delighted to see you whenever you turn from the corner straight to his desk. Sometimes you clumsily run too fast and hit the walls that surround his desk, which leads you to double down in pain once you smack your entire body into it. He always makes sure to crouch besides you and rub your back, making fun of you while doing it but also making sure you’re okay.

He always pulls a chair out for you to sit next him whenever you have time. It’ll be much more comfortable than his, most likely snagged from your manager. He makes sure it has extendable options for height.

When you sit with him, he always leaves options open on what to do without ever saying them. He waits for your lead.

Sometimes you talk, mundane things like that. Or maybe deeper conversations that make you both think. If you were feeling bold, talks about romantic stuff like dates would make him feel flustered. Not in a bad way of course, he truly wants to do a lot with you.

Maybe you’ve gone out together once or twice before becoming an item, but this is different.

If you choose to watch him play games, he happily agrees. He’ll boot up his computer and start up CS:GO while you sit patiently.

When he starts matching, he’ll give you a lil glance and smile.

You watch intensely, looking at everything he’s doing.

He’s really good, you notice. Probably the best in the game honestly.

Every kill he gets, you mutter a “Ooh! Nice!” Which boosts his ego, especially if it was a tricky kill. You might even throw a few more words in to show how much you really pay attention and it makes him smile a little.

When he gets killed though, your quick to comfort him or come to his defense.

If you feel spiteful, you’re going to be quick with calling it an unfair kill. They camped? SMH, they should have been a good sport and played fairly (biased because if Josiah camped you wouldn’t bat an eye).

If Josiah doesn’t make a comment after his character gets killed you’ll fill in the silence.

If you feel chill, you’re quick to comfort him in a softer way. Not in a “You’ll get it next time” way, you already know he’ll go after his killer the moment he respawns.

“Cmon! You got this! He’s at that corner right there!” If you turn into his callout partner, he’ll be immensely happy. Usually he gets distracted when other people disturb him but when it comes to you and your voice, it becomes a guide for him.

He reacts fast regardless, but appreciates your efforts. Every time you tell him there’s a person at the window, near the courtyard, etc, he downs them immediately. Even if you don’t finish your sentences he’ll give you a high five for the teamwork.

He’ll also pat you on the head since your head is most likely chest level for him. How well you both did will show when he’s done ruffling up your hair.

Side thought that might be ooc, but I dare you to poke him when he’s gaming. He might think it’s an accident at first but when you keep doing it he knows it’s to throw him off. His sides are the weakest.

When you poke his waist it does a C curve and you laugh at that. If he dies he will most certainly poke you back in the same spot or any other known sensitive spots tenfold. Don’t mention this to him, but you know entirely that he’s pouting.

If you keep adjusting the chair in order to avoid him while he’s trying to poke you, he’ll set the chair down with both of his hands at the handles to keep you in place. This is your chance to poke him again but at both sides. Or this could be your chance to rizz him up and seduce him out from poking you everywhere.

Good luck soldier, just letting you know that he won’t stop until you’re crying and begging for mercy, which you’ll most likely do if there are other people around. (A/n: help I just realized this sounds suggestive, I assure you it’s all fun and games 😭)

Monsters are his go to. Always. How his digestives aren’t failing is a story for another day.

You always make sure to buy monsters whenever you have time in the morning. There’s almost always a quick trip to the mart just to get them everyday. When you round up the corner with a monster and smile, Josiah always makes sure to return the sentiment as soon as he can.

You’ll get a monster for his morning schedule, afternoon schedule, so on and so forth. Maybe you’ll even take a sip from his can to celebrate whenever he wins a game.

Now for general, many of your co-workers have to look from the side or tip toe and peek over the walls just to see if you’re there. Josiah on the other hand will make crude paper airplanes and send them over your walls. If you ignore his first initial airplane, he’ll make another one and aim for the center just so it can hit you. If you ignore that one as well, he’ll keep making them and wait until you finally come over to him and talk to him. (He will especially do this if you’re mad at him).

When you go to the archives to retrieve something, he always has to accompany you. Even with a ladder, you can’t reach most sections. Josiah, in his petty ways, would use his powers to hide or get rid of the ladder just so you can ask him for help. “Whom, moi?” He would innocently ask.

When you get confused on something during work, you can always ask him. He’s an expert after all.

He’ll explain to you what you need to know with total patience. With his chin resting on your head of course. His body will completely envelop yours while he’s explaining btw.

Show any visible awkwardness and it’s over. (Endless teasing and just to egg you into to saying something to him, he will get even closer).

Remember that Josiah is not a man of organized words. Teasing is his love language but, yeah. That’s all he’s confident in.

When he’s slightly annoyed with you (or jealous) he will stand over you, casting a long shadow and blocking your path. His face is definitely menacing. However you can just laugh with love at his attempt and he’ll laugh with you too, not taking anything he did before seriously.

Sometimes when you work overtime in the dark, he’s either your personal protector or personal devil. Just rest assured that he will never go home without you.

There isn’t a lot to go on about his actual person, but just letting you all know that I write him slightly influenced from Benrey from half life.

Sorry if this seemed short or not what you expected, I hope this will make up for not replying to this sooner !!

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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This is the same josiah anon, if i can request this: Perhaps a yandere Josiah? Thank you!!! I was so happy because you're my favorite writer aaa///

Yandere Josiah x male reader

Headcanons

Guess who’s not dead. I bought a new game, Knights of the old republic, and I’ve been playing during all my free time forgetting all about writing.

Here’s some good ol Josiah, I’m not sure how good I captured the yandere feel since Josiah in general is just kinda… like that. Not that it matters but I always imagine Josiah with Manlybadassheroes voice.

- Josiah had never really felt attraction to anyone before, sure he had found people attractive, but most people tended to avoid him or talk to him as little as possible since he’s always been kind of a loner or weirdo.

- Then you swaggered into the office building on your first day and went around introducing yourself to everyone, and when you caught what Josiah was playing on his computer, instead of scolding him like everyone else you asked him about it in interest.

- After that the two of you started talking more, and Josiah’s interest in you only grew until it became a borderline obsession. It wasn’t an unusual sight in the office building for Josiah to follow you around like some puppy.

- Everyone just assumed it was because you were the only person in the building that actually put up with him and all his pranks and lazy behavior. Josiah was like your shadow even when you both had other tasks to do, he was always right behind you, looking over your shoulder.

- People around the building swore they’d catch Josiah glaring at them from under the shadow of his cap when they spoke to you, but they could never catch him in the act or prove it. It became almost a joke, to prod at Josiah by getting a little too friendly with you and making the other man jealous.

- Again they all assumed he was jealous because you were his only friend, some even joked Josiah was in love with you.

- Josiah’s obsession became so bad it got in the way of his everyday life, especially when one day Damian was scolding Josiah again and you defended him, even lying at times to get Josiah out of trouble.

- Up until then he had just seen you as his soulmate, now you were more like a god for him to worship, which also meant he didn’t want anyone to taint you and your perfectness, so he stopped hiding his glares or scowls as others got too close.

- When Josiah one day came in late to work, he caught you and Damian talking and it looked like a heated conversation, especially the pensive expression on the blondes face which turned into a tight scowl as Josiah approached.

- When Damian told you “Just think about it” before leaving, Josiah couldn’t help the burning jealousy that flared up in his chest, and when he asked in his lazy voice what you two had been talking about and you just said it was nothing, Josiah bit roughly into the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing or saying anything.

- The conversation with Damian was because he was worried for you because of Josiah’s behavior, how possessive the man was and how he seemed to always be in your business, he had even seen Josiah take pictures of you or go through your things.

- You don’t believe him of course, because its no secret Damian doesn’t like Josiah, and Josiah is your friend and is down to earth, so what that he likes to hold your hand a little to tight, or hugs you for a little too long. That’s just how he is.

- The first time you invite Josiah over to your place he’s over the moon, you two hang out and play video games, and when you fall asleep against his shoulder he keeps himself as still as the dead as he doesn’t wanna wake you up.

- It becomes a regular ordeal, you two hanging out at your place. You never really wonder why you don’t go to Josiah’s place, since yours is closer to the office building so it’s a no brainer its your place the two of you hang out.

- Josiah starts taking some of your things, starting small but growing bolder over time, going from taking tiny knickknacks or stealing your sleep shirt or your toothbrush. You never suspect Josiah and just assume you’ve misplaced it, though you do grow quite sad when you lose your favorite hoodie.

- The hoodie returns after a while, so you just assume you must have misplaced it or overlooked it. You don’t really realize or question that its folded in a way you don’t fold clothes, or that it smells like Josiah’s laundry detergent and not your own.

- Josiah had returned the hoodie to you after wearing it himself nonstop in his own apartment, in the beginning it was just so he could feel close to you, until he ended up arching in his bed wearing nothing but your hoodie, pressing another of your shirts close to his nose and inhaling your scent.

- After that he had to wash it so it wouldn’t be retuned with mysterious stains, and when you didn’t seem to mind that it smelled different or that he had obviously taken it, at least in his opinion, he assumed in his delusional mind that you knew he was the one taking your things and you returned his feelings.

- The first time you kiss is during one of your hangouts at your apartment, Josiah had grown even more touchy after he came to his earlier conclusion, hugging you from behind or brushing his hand through your hair.

- When you win one of your games, you cheer and as if to show off your victory you snatch the cap right off his head and tuck it on yourself.

- Seeing you wearing his cap makes a mix of love, possessiveness and lust explode inside Josiah’s chest, so when you turn to him to gloat he leans right in and pressed his lips against yours.

- At first you don’t respond and Josiah feels fear plummet in his stomach because he’s scared he’s ruined it, but when you start kissing him back and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in closer, Josiah lets himself run wild.

- He starts devouring you like a starving predator, his hands going up your shirt and his tongue exploring your mouth, both of you moaning and grasping at each other like you need the other to survive.

- Josiah litters your neck with bites and hickeys, and he grows so weak and whimpery when you leave your own hickeys and bites across his tan neck.

- He is a mix of possessive and pathetic, in the way that he has his moments when he grabs you so possessively, growls to himself and goes on muttered rants about how you are his and his alone.

- But then where are times where he’s cuddled into your chest and you run your fingers through his hair or rub his back, and he whines and whimpers, growing teary eyed as he kisses your neck so softly and grasps onto your shirt like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

- No one at the office is surprised when they learn you two are dating, they’re actually more surprised that you weren’t dating before.

- Josiah will now use it as an excuse to hang on you even more, though he never goes too far since this is a workplace and he doesn’t want to get you in trouble. He will kiss your neck and cheek a lot though, or hug you from behind and rub your hips.

- There will be some of your coworkers who jokingly ask you how you can put up with Josiah of all people, and when you respond that he’s super sweet and perfect for you, he just falls for you even more.

- What you don’t know is that Josiah has most definitely threatened Damian, when the blonde had tried on a couple of occasions to show you just how creepy or how many red flags Josiah showed.

- If Damian kept it up it wouldn’t be too surprising for the Blonde to go missing one day, and people will assume he just moved on to another job, that is if Damian’s body isn’t found somewhere in your town.

- No one suspects Josiah since he’s just a lazy nerd who’s a little too touchy with his boyfriend, but its all blamed on him lacking a lot of social skills that comes from living the life he’s lived until this point.

- Josiah will also use it as an excuse to be able to comfort you, holding you and kissing you and muttering about how he will keep you safe from whoever killed Damian, though he’s half convinced in his delusional mind that you know he did it and are just playing a role like he is.

- Now with no threat around Josiah doesn’t feel like he needs to be just as protective as before, and at some point you two most likely move in together since he already spends most of his time in your apartment.

- He openly steals your clothes now, since its more approved since you’re dating. He is also very obsessed with you wearing his clothes, so if you wanna drive him crazy just do that.

- He’s a little, or very, crazy, but he loves you very much and would kill god for you if it meant making you smile.

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orphicrose · 2 months

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Fish out of water

(Arthur x OCPirate!Fem!Reader)

My art, don't steal please.

Prologue

Summary : Orphia has to leave her destined life as a pirate behind when she is marooned in America. Losing everything, and having to rediscover how to survive on the earth. Living a new life with little help. Till she falls in with a gang, not being able to bring herself to rejoin the sea and leaving those who she cares for.

! ! This is going to have a decent amount of chapters. I understand that it being long is intimidating for some to read, but despite if no one is interested i will be continuing this as its a passion project of mine. Skip the prologue if you want to! But it is important for the story. I do love a slow burn story with a lot of backstory so I apologise.

Warnings !! Guns, violence, swearing, slight g0re

Words : 3k

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The mistress of the Atlantic was a old wives tale, told to children to petrify them into desired behavior. A name whispered in hushed tones across every tavern along the coast. Her true reputation proceeding her, striking justified fear into sailors and merchants alike. Eyes that gleamed with the cold fury of a storm-tossed sea, the embodiment of terror on the high seas. Not because she was a ruthless killer. Because she was a calculated woman, not afraid to teach those a lesson who under estimate her. She was feared for her sudden appearances, and her story. No woman during this time had ever accomplished such control over her men as she had managed, and in the eyes of those who had heard the stories they thought she was a witch. A witch who casted a spell on her crew.

Her uncanny ability to outmaneuver and outsmart her enemies struck a interest in the men she now called her crew. Never a boring day at sea with her. Respect being earnt, and not expected. That's one of the reasons they never left her side, her leadership was like no other. She pulled her weight and ensured the safety in return for their service. Till disaster finally stuck. Her luck sailing to an end.

It was 1890, Orphia had been a pirate captain for almost a decade. Learning from her experiences and growing as a leader. But even when the brightest minds are caught off guard, they can be overthrown.

A freeing breeze whipped through the sails as normal, waves crashing against the solid wood of the black pearl. Blue stretching for miles as the horizon curved at the edge of the earth. "Captain!" a voice hurried from behind her followed by a herd of footsteps. Orphia turned to find her brother, her first hand man. Stood in front of the audience of her crew. "They caught up with us, and they have friends" he pointed to the armed force of army ships a few miles away. The English army had been chasing them for years, they had grown too smart and advanced with their knowledge on Orphias crew.

The battle was short, but it seemed the dawn had caught up with them as the darkening sky came upon them as the deafening raw of dozens of cannons terrified the night. Ships closed in around the black pearl, suffocating it's structure. Orphia had to say goodbye to her life that day. The ship began taking on water fast as the four rival ships battered it beyond repair. Fires not being given the mercy by the salt water, bringing down the sails as they crashed into the deck. Cries for their captains help haunt her mind to this day.

If her brother hadn't pulled her from the burning pits of the crumbling platform, she wouldn't be here. Jumping into the pits of the dark blue below them with nothing but survival in their minds.

She had woken up on a muddy shore, a pistol still tangled in her hands. Sunburnt and covered in seaweed. The crew was scattered on the sea bed along with their former vessel. Determination to reclaim her lost glory was lost along with everything else, except for one other survivor. Enzo had been awake for a lot longer than her, pulling himself along the coast with bruised hands. Looking for his sister. She ran to the body on the floor, looking like a burnt corpse.

His shrapnel wound shifted her priorities to a pure motif of survival. "Am i going to die? Orphia?" his voice was desperate, digging his nails into the dirt next to him.

"Hush. I made a promise to our father that i wouldn't let that happen" she tightened the cloth ,that she ripped from her own shirt, around the bloody mess on the young boys leg. He gritted his teeth together in agony, refusing to let out a noise. "Right..." The pirate pulled the hat off her head, twisting it in her hands to ring out the water. "We need shelter, think you could stand"

The boy looked at her as if she was an idiot, motioning to the blood stained dirt surrounding his limb. "Think for a second. What do you think the answer to that question is?"

Orphia scoffed, her hat landing atop her hair once again. She hoisted the boy up, leaning his full body weight on hers as his arm clutched around her shoulder like a walking stick. "Don't be a smart ass, or I'll leave it here"

Dragging the harmed man through the deep swamps of mud was no easy task, but she managed. The morning sun setting over the Lemoyne landscape gave a nice feeling of their drenched clothes drying off.

A house stood, hidden behind bushes and a large forest along the coast. A miracle, she thought. The mansion itself is a grand, yet dilapidated structure. The surrounding marshland serving as an efficient barrier from unwelcomed guests. Though the atmosphere was eerie and foreboding, it was the perfect place to hide.

Enzo rested as best he could, tossing and turning as soon as night rolled around. Orphia spent the next week hunting with a small knife, not having much luck considering she had never done it before. Managing to steal a chicken from a farmers stead in the night was her best bet at survival. "My leg" The boy whimpered, gripping at his leg with both hands. His head was covered in blankets of sweat and his body burned to the touch. "Its not gone gangrene, you'll be fine" Orphia mumbled, peeling away the rotting dressing that covered it.

"Tell that to the metal in my leg" He hissed in pain.

She made attempts at stealing medicine from a small town, but their guns were intimidating enough to make her turn the other way. The gun powder in her pistol soaked, not having the right tools to fix it she was effectively weaponless. Defenseless. Back to being the damsel in distress, not being able to help herself or her brother. She was no one on land. A fish out of water.

"Use your knife" "against a whole town of fully armed Americans?" She scoffed "I don't think so, kid"

"So, steal a gun."

"You aren't very smart are you?" the two bickered around the fire they had made outside the home. Sharing an old tin of beans they found in an old wagon. Orphia spent the night pondering. Her next task was to find some sort of weapon. Perhaps she could trade for it. Or sell something. But what.

Society scared her, the unnatural order of it all. The stillness of the land made her feel ill. But she had to somewhat conform if they were going to survive. Then it hit her, that farmer she stole chickens from had a nasty shotgun on him. She'd nearly fallen victim to him countless times. She knew he was a drunk, a drunk who passed out when consumed to much. She can use that to her advantage.

The next night, she waited. Watched him from afar. The man was sat on his porch, polishing said shotgun funnily enough. A bottle of beer sat next to his chair. Not long passed before the old farmer fell asleep, rocking on his chair and spilling the contents of his drink all over the wooden floor.

Orphia suck up to him, a cloth tied round her face as to not reveal her identity. It was too easy to be true. She snatched the gun from the floor next to him and ran like she was being chased by it. Snatching a chicken on the way put because why not. The alarm calls from its friends woke the man, he stood abruptely to the sight of the figure running away like a fox. Even more alarmed when he went to reach for his shot gun and finding his hands empty.

"I'll catch you, little maggot!"

Orphia laughed with relief as her legs carried her further and further away, holding both the chicken and the gun.

"You did it? You beautiful bastard" Enzo cheered at her as she entered the home. "Who's not very smart now" He prodded at her, pulling himself to his feet using the table in front of his chair. His sister moved round the table and pushed him back onto the chair. Causing a painful sigh to escape him.

"Now i just need to somehow steal medicine" She threw the now deceased animal onto the table alongside with her newly obtained wespon.

"Going at night would be easier, no?" The boy began to pluch the feathers from the chicken.

"That's a idea, but the sheriffs is right next door. and I'd have to cause a lot of noise to get in." Her hands were rested on the table as she leaned on them. pondering once again. "I'm going to wait till morning, when it first opens. The sheriff on morning duty is another drunk so there's a high possibility he will be hung over or passed out"

"Look at you go, cowboy" Enzo threw a feather at her playfully, Orphia lightly whacking his head in return.

"Dirty pirate" She laughed back. "someone has to get us out of this"

Early the next morning, before the sun even had a chance to unveil itself, Orphia threw on her jacket riddled with holes. The shotgun was thrown over her shoulder, and fabric was tied around her face to once again hide herself.

The town was close to the farm she had been robbing for, the citizens calling it Rhodes. It had everything you'd need. So she didn't want to cause to many issues, as it was the closest civilisation to her apart from the big city. Saint denis. But she would be avoiding that sespit at all costs.

The sun peaked over the horizon as the doctor unlocked the door into his establishment. The rest of the town quiet of people. Orphia snuck through the door as he was settling into the desk in front of her. Pointing the gun at him to see when he turned around. A frightened 'Oh!' left his lips, immediately raising his hands as if he had done this before.

"I don't want to hurt you" was her first words, pushing forward towards him. "Keep quiet, and give me something to treat a wound, and you keep your head"

The pharmacist began sweating profusely, his poor mustache twitching above his lip. His hands still in the air, a finger stretched and pointed at the shelf on the far end of the shop. Bandages and tonics sitting idly, rising sun shining through the glass bottles and reflecting on the wood of the floor.

Her gun never left his site, keeping a keen eye for any sudden movements as she walked sideways to the cabinet. Using a free hand to stash anything she could find into her satchel, and backing away into the door behind her. When she was out, she ran. As fast as she knew how to.

It wasn't long till she could hear the Clerk shouting for help, the sluggish sheriff flying through the doors to see the commotion. But it was too late. She was already out of site.

Enzos wounds were tended to properly, disinfected and bandaged. A wave of relief hit the two, hope for a better tomorrow. "You know, you could have just casually stole this shit without pointing a gun at the poor man" Orphia tightened the fabric around his leg, causing him to wince in pain.

"Yeah well, I haven't exactly been cowboying for that long" she tapped his leg, again, causing him to hiss. "Maybe you can give me some lessons when you get up off your ass"

"Hey, it's not my fault i can't walk" He fell silent after the sentence left his mouth. Neither of them having a chance to grieve, to really think about what happened. Their whole life was on sea, they barely remember anything before that. That ship had been their home since they were children, baring victim to its cellar for a large portion of their childhoods.

"Are we going to talk about what happened?" Enzo mumbled, looking up to his sister from his resting place by the fire. She shook her head. "There's nothing to talk about, our luck ran out and they got us."

"We lost our friends. Are we just going to ignore that?"

"What do you want me to say? Want me to throw a funeral for all 22 of them without their bodies?" She bit back rather quickly, pulling the hat from her head and playing with the feather. "If we think too deep about it, we wont be able to move on. The army believe we are all gone, so we have the chance to start over. Lets take it" Orphia's tone shifting to a more desperate one, turning to see him. "You're only 19, brother, you still have so much ahead of you"

His face solemn, looking deep into the pits of the fiery blaze in front of him. "Where do we go from here?"

She thought for a second, sharing his view. Then looking over at the house behind her. "We already have shelter, lets focus on food for now. Maybe i'll look into getting us some money."

"What? You want to join this shit hole?"

"If we are going to stay here, we need to play the part. I don't like it either"

Enzo made quick progress over the next week, on the third day he managed to catch a rabbit. Orphia will never know how it happened but she was grateful to have a proper meal that night. They made acquaintances with some of the locals, Enzo sweet talking some strangers into lending him a bow. Which massively improved their diet. Adapting rather fast to their new life style.

In means of money, they kept to a piratey rout. Setting up small heists and jobs around towns to get some simple cash flow.

These jobs consisted of simple robberies, stealing carriages and selling them. Things like that. But with the new rise in crime, they also had competition with rival gangs. The lemoyne raiders being especially a pain in the arse, more so than Sherrif grey.

"Hey, check this out!" Enzo was heard, shouting from outside the gates of shady bell. His figure not visible. Orphia stood from her seat on the porch, looking around for the source of the sound.

His head bopping over the hedges around him, finally revealing a large black and red horse he had found. His legs flung around as his arms wrapped around the neck of the beast for dear life. "I don't know how to control it!" He yelped, turning to a worried mess as the horse attempted to buck him off its back. Orphia sat back down, agreeing that this was his well earned Karma.

"Orphia! Help! Please, i'm going to die up he-" His back his the floor with an 'oof'. Leaving the horse to roam freely around the edge of the swamp, still visibly disturbed. "She was fine earlier, maybe she saw you and was spooked" He clutched at his winded abdomen. His sister stifling a laugh as she shook her head.

"You're going to have such a stupid death one day." she laughed between words, resuming to polish her gun. Her idiotic brother climbing to his feet and attempting to win over the horse once again.

"Lets call her Pearl. She will be our new vessle" He shouted over, now standing a meter from the rearing horse with his hands out ready.

"No, you cant just use the same name again"

"Okay, you think of something."

Orphia looked up at the horse. "Hmm" she readjusted in her seat.

"What about Atlantic. No. Atlantis"

"Atlantis" He repeated. "Makes sense, she was lost before i found her."

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dreamdaddydutch · 1 year

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✒️All writing - Master list ✮

🖤 I finally decided to not only update my Masterlist, but to re-do it completely. Below are the current 57 pieces of writing I’ve done for the RDR2 fandom, split into four categories; Headcanons, Long fics - all 18+ explicit so minors DNI, Explicit fics (just shorter or headcanons) and Drabbles. I’ve tagged the characters I write about most frequently, but have written about others/included others in headcanons. Over time I will update this list to include better summaries, word count, clearer pairings etc. But for now I’ve left a rough idea next to each one. 🖤

Headcanons ★

Time of the Month - How the gang reacts - Headcanons for Charles, Arthur, Javier and Sadie - how they look after you when you’re on your period. Warning for blood/a little smut.

Sleep Paralysis - How the Gang react - Headcanons for Javier, Tilly, Hosea, Lenny & Kieran. Little thoughts on how these members of the gang would help if you awoke from experiencing night terrors/sleep paralysis and the things they’d do for you.

Time Travel head canons - Self-explanatory - A collection of thoughts regarding the gang and if they time-traveled to our time - some of it involves the reader.

Lenny - Guard Duty Headcanons - Pretty self-explanatory, just a collection of thoughts on what it would be like to be on guard duty with Lenny.

Pottery Date Headcanon - Javier x gender neutral reader. Short head canon imagining going on a date with Javier - it’s basically imagining ‘that’ scene in the film Ghost.

Van Der Linde Gang time travel karaoke head canons - Does what it says on the tin.

Headcanons - Dutch reacting to their s/o being teased - Request. does wha it says on the tin. Pretty fluffy really and with gender neutral s/o.

Sean Looking after you headcanons - :) Gotta give Sean some love and he clearly likes looking after others!

Javier Teaching you how to play 5-finger fillet. Long head canon regarding Javier’s teaching methods (he’d be the best and sweetest teacher)

Taking Mary-Beth to a book store Headcanons - Time travel, it’s short and sweet but I love Mary-Beth and she deserves the world.

Headcanons - reader sleeping on Dutch. Request. Honestly one of my favourite things I’ve written, it’s cute and fluffy!

Drawing Headcanons - Request. Fluff. Hosea/Arthur/Dutch and how they react to a reader who loves to draw members of the gang/the camp.

Javier/Charles/Arthur in an argument with reader - Request. CW relating to heated arguments/flinching in case of violence (of which there is none).

Going for drinks with Lenny Fluffy & Fun. Does what it says on the tin.

Trelawny ‘s favourite plants - fluffy, thoughts on what plants Trelawny loves and why - kind of linked to my piece ‘Everyday Magic’

Christmas/Yule with Javier

Arthur being jealous & possessive

🔞 Long Fics - All 18+ Minors DNI ★

The Fairytale She Wove Pairing: Dutch x ofc (his s/o) - It’s over 17k words long, it’s easily my favourite thing that I’ve written for this fandom. There’s smut/angst/some violence and a warning for miscarriage. Essentially I wanted to write about what it would be like to be Dutch’s s/o through the years, the good and the bad. I may revisit this and add at some point.

Damned from the start. Request. Quite a bit of Angst. Pairing - Javier x f! s/o. Javier falls in love with Bronte’s daughter without knowing her true identity. Naturally when things go down, it gets awkward and Javier questions his feelings/loyalty.

Absolution at the base of your Altar - Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four. Pairing - Javier x afab reader. The reader was at Blackwater and thus carries around a lot of anxiety/survivors guilt over what happened. She thinks of something that may help her process the grief and guilt, but it will take Javier’s help. A lot of content warnings apply aside from the smut/explicit material, there are references to survivors guilt, anxiety, mental health, degradation, religion/theology, spitting during sex, reader being triggered by certain words during sex, hair pulling, choking.

When It Rains - Hurt/Comfort/Angst . Javier choses Dutch over the one he loves, only later to return to them and beg for forgiveness.

🔞 18+ only/explicit ★

Ride of a Life time Part 1 - The Ride of a lifetime Part 2 Dutch x female reader - smut - Whilst the gang escapes in the middle of the night, Dutch and the reader ‘get dirty’ whilst riding the Count. Dutch has a new toy he wants to introduce to her…

First Times - Wax Play - Javier x gender neutral reader - smut - Headcanons (though a lot of bullet points, I got carried away) for the first time Javier and his s/o experiment with wax in the bedroom.

I See You - Charles x gender neutral reader. Smut & Angst/Hurt/Comfort. This broke my heart writing it… The reader was Arthur’s s/o, Charles promises to look after them, after Arthur’s death the reader and Charles process the pain by sleeping together.

Javier (slow, romantic sex) Headcanon - This is just fluff and smut really. Thoughts on Javier being super tender and romantic during love making.

What Do we have Here? - Molly O’Shea x female reader - Smut & some fluff - The reader comforts Molly after a particularly bad argument with Dutch, manages to soothe her by ‘getting into bed’. Of course there’s a chance they get caught.

Coming undone - Javier x John - Smut (a little fluff) To escape a storm, John and Javier decide to stay in a hotel, there’s only one room with one bed left, but that’s okay. After a bath, Javier heads back into the bedroom to find John, naked, in front of a mirror watching his reflection as he gets himself off. Javier intervenes.

Torturous - Dom Dutch x f! reader - (Prompt) - Smut (includes bondage and edging) Dutch is punishing the reader by fucking them incredibly slowly and teasing them a lot, no matter how much the reader begs/whines for more.

Punishment - Dutch x f! s/o reader - (Prompt) Smut (a little fluff) The reader hasn’t been pulling their weight in camp so Dutch decides it’s time to punish them with a good spanking. Also contains a little over-stimulation and squirting.

A lesson in intimacy - Javier x Reader - Reader wakes to find they got their period during the night, Javier awakens to wonder what’s up. A lot of fluff/comfort and Javier being a sweetheart. Also contains Menstruation sex so please read with caution.

Charles gives a spanking - Request. 18+. Gender neutral reader. The reader opens up to Charles regarding the benefits of a good and loving spanking.

Dutch Face-sitting head canons Request. Dutch x f! reader. 18+ Does what it says on the tin.

HomeComing - 18+ Dutch x gender neutral reader. Imagine what it would be like returning to the gang after several weeks away, especially if you were Dutch’s s/o...

Punishment befits jealousy - Request. 18+ Spanking. Dutch x gender neutral reader. The reader lashes out at Mary-Beth with jealously, Dutch gives them punishment in the form of spanking.

The Lawman’s Uniform - Request. 18+ Dutch x f! reader. The reader (Dutch’s s/o) gets turned on by seeing Dutch in the lawman’s uniform, but is too nervous to say anything. Dutch takes matters into his own hands.

The Lawman - Request. 18+ Dutch x male reader. Dutch’s life is basically saved by a lawman, they’ve seen each other several times, started to get a feel for one another and realise there’s a connection. They decide to commit to this connection.

Take me to church - 18 + Request. Dutch x f! reader. Dutch robs the reader at gunpoint, the reader is in to it....

In A Cave - Request. Javier x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Things are pretty tough in Beaver Hollow, Javier knows that so he joins his love who is sat in the cave escaping the rain to comfort and reassure them.

Snow Request. Charles x gender neutral reader. 18+ In Colter the reader and Charles manage to get a moment away from the others to connect and return to their primal states while escaping the snow.

Pleasant Encounters - 18+ Dutch x f! reader. Based on a dream I had about Dutch. The reader meets Dutch at one of the mayor’s parties and gets to know him really well.

Thigh Riding with the gang - Featuring Javier, Charles, Lenny, Dutch & Mary-Beth. Does what it says on the tin.

Together - Javier x Gender neutral reader. When things get difficult, sometimes the best medicine is just being close to the one you love.

First time - Dutch x afab reader. Just some thoughts on the first time the reader has anal sex with Dutch, how he prepares them/looks after them etc.

Caught off Guard. Request. Dutch x afab reader. Set during Guarma, reader should be on guard duty but Dutch catches her pleasuring herself instead. He takes things into his own hands, quite literally.

Drabbles ★

What am I to you? - Arthur x gender neutral reader. Fluff & some angst/low self esteem. Based on a prompt I got sent, the reader and Arthur go fishing, Arthur asks a question that’s been playing on his mind. Longer pieces of fiction

I can’t believe you believed me? Dutch and Hosea (being dads) - No warnings - a little fluffy. Based on another prompt that was sent to me, Dutch decides to try and get Hosea back for all his years of pranks and show the conman he isn’t always on the ball.

Just Breathe - Javier x Charles - gender neutral reader (Platonic) Hurt/Comfort/Fluff. The reader has a pretty awful panic attack and leaves the camp as they don’t wish the others to see. Javier and Charles find them and comfort them and help to coach them through it and calm down. Written in a way that can be taken as platonic, but also potential relationship.

Everyday Magic. Trelawny x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Trelawny and the reader are out on a mission for the Gang, they enter a greenhouse where the reader’s mind is opened to the beauty of plants. They and Trelawny share a heartfelt conversation over lunch which leads to a little more than was expected.

A Prophecy - Fluff/angst/comfort. Arthur & Mary-Beth talk about their future and Mary-Beth’s writing.

The Opera Singer. Request. Arthur is at one of the Mayor’s parties, there’s a female opera singer and he just cannot take his eyes of her. Of course Dutch has to intervene to make it awkward.

The Bird - Javier x gender neutral reader. Fluff/romance. This started off as something that was meant to be a short paragraph but ended up being a mini fic. The reader and javier are in love, they find an injured, young bird and look after it. The bird represents other parts of their relationship.

Singing while Javier plays guitar - Request. Pure fluff. The reader loves hearing Javier play guitar and sing in the evenings, it helps them sleep. Occasionally they join in.

Molly reading Arthur’s diary - Request. One day Molly finds Arthur’s diary when he drops it, before returning it she has a quick read and within finds his thoughts about her.

Everything will be okay in the end Pairing: Javier x reader. Fluff, a little angst. Javier comforting the reader when things get tough. Written during the covid days.

Autumn Haze - Lots of fluff, a little angst. Plenty of Javier providing comfort.

Kissing You - Fluff. Javier x gender neutral reader. The reader dreams of kissing Javier under the mistletoe, this fics shows that occasionally dreams can come true.

#My writing #Masterlist #Javier Escuella #Dutch Van Der Linde #Charles Smith #Arthur Morgan #Lenny Summers #mary-beth gaskill #Sadie Adler #hosea matthews #josiah trelawny #rdr2 x reader

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writingsfromthegrave · 2 years

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Hihi!! Could you do Josiah with a s/o that gets jealous easily/is kinda possessive?

Josiah x GN! Reader Who's Possessive

♡ Josiah isn't much of a jealous person himself, actually. He's a pretty chill dude- even if he felt such a way, you probably wouldn't be able to tell unless he directly told you. That being said, he doesn't necessarily understand your own possessive feelings

♡ Say, a new co-worker walks in, completely normal & fine. You normally don't give a shit about new recruits unless you were forced to be their tour guide or something like that. However, they immediately found themselves gravitating toward Josiah's cubicle for whatever strange reason. And you know what? Fine. It's whatever.

♡ But when you had noticed them lingering around for about an HOUR OR SO, things became a little weird for you. After all, don't they have work to do? Sure, they're new, but they should be occupied with something else or at the very least be prohibited from annoying WORKING (well...) employees.

♡ Casually making your way toward your boyfriend's cubicle, your tone of voice was a little more aggressive than usual. Accompanied by your usage of words, it was apparent to anyone smart that you were pissed. Which was how you figured out your new recruit was as oblivious as a rock. Yipee.

♡ Leaning yourself against the side of the booth, you wait for the new person to notice your presence. A minute went by and they were still so rapt in talking to your clearly uninterested boyfriend. He wasn't even saying anything back, how can you force a conversation for this long?

♡ "Hey, what's up," Attempting to smile, the only thing you could manage was a sly smirk. They looked up with a startled expression before their eyebrows curled downward, a look of pure annoyance written all over their face. "Hi." Yet their tone sounded so sweet with their sour face. "Jo, do you know this person?" Why did they give him a nickname... they just met him?

♡ "I think I do, pretty well actually," Josiah smiled your way, easing the tension between you and the new colleague. He was clearly uncomfortable with the recruit being in his face and way too talkative, giving him nicknames he's never asked for on top of other stupid things.

♡ "Oh we're dating, sorry, what's your name?" A part of you was genuinely curious while the other part was satisfied that you made it clear Josiah was off the market, given their sudden interest in the man. They quickly gave you their name, and made an excuse to leave after an hour of loitering around Josiah's cubicle.

♡ "Dude, that was weird, how much did they bother you?" You lean down to Josiah's sitting height and giggled, making sure the newbie was out of hearing range. "I didn't even do anything and they just... came over here? I guess. It was OK at first but it got annoying really fast." Josiah kept his neutral expression.

♡ "People need to know what boundaries are." You sigh, Josiah giving you an agreeing nod. At least your jealousy took you somewhere good, you saved Josiah from having his ear talked off. An achievement in your book. "Just don't be so uptight about things." He calmly reassured you, knowing you were a little tense the entire time.

♡ You let out a chuckle, flicking Josiah's hat up for funsies and returning to your cubicle to finish work for the day. That didn't stop you from thinking about the newbie, though. Oh well. Josiah wasn't even remotely interested and it'd be like that until the end of time, though that probably won't stop you from being a lil' possessive over him. And Josiah would never understand that.

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segdt6589 · 1 year

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I love him so much🥺

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shinybrownkxs · 3 months

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working overtime.

Tapping at her shoulder startled her awake.

[__] was sitting at her desk, she was zoned out on her computer not even working. She rubbed her eyes as a voice started speaking again. With heavy, slow blinking she spun in her chair and faced a blue shirt with a bright red and white name tag.

“Josiah?” She muttered as her eyes were still not in focus, squinting and widening her eyes repeatedly. Staring at the computer for so long didn’t help her poor eyes either; she should probably go get glasses. Her eyes finally came into focus and confirmed it was the infamous Josiah.

“Uh, hey man.” Josiah’s head tilted slightly to the side, a lopsided grin adorning his face. [__]’s heartbeat stuttered. Josiah wasn’t an ugly man, but he wasn’t a fucking casanova either. Carrying luggage underneath his eyes and messy hair stuffed underneath that hideous hat. He looked good to her though, she let out a quiet, breathy laugh at this thought.

“How can I be of service to you, sir?” Cocking an eyebrow, __ crosses her legs and stares down the man in front of her. She guesses her tone startled him because Josiah’s mouth twitches slightly at her words. She was just exhausted and didn’t mean for it to come off as angry. But it doesn’t matter how he feels anyways…they’re just coworkers anyways.

“I just came to let you know that, uh…um, you can go home now.” He gestures to the empty spaces, his voice echoing in the room. It’s silent besides the occasional printer noises and water sloshing in the tanks. Josiah tosses his empty Monster can into the trash and shrugs. “ I just wanted to let ya know. Wouldn’t want ya to get in trouble with Gary for doing unnecessary ‘overtime’.” He lets out a low chuckle at his corny work joke. __ scoffs at the joke, but also smiles at the same time. His eyes flicker to her lips for not even half a second and he licks his own. “I just figured I’d wake you up unless you wanna stay here.”

“Hell no. I’m ready to get outta here.” _ rolled her eyes and spun back around in her chair, shutting down her computer and starting to tidy up the desk space.

“Hah..me too man. Me too. I’m honestly ready for Halloween. Jackson doesn’t know what he’s got com-” A loud bang stops Josiah in his little prank monolog.

“FUCK man!” __ grits her teeth. Of course, she fucking hits her knee on her desk getting up. She slinks back down into her chair, muttering swears and curses at the inanimate object. “Stupid fucking desk…piece of shit..” Her knee throbbing painfully.

“Oh shit.” Josiah monotones as he watches _ writhe in pain, trying her best to soothe the aching in her knee. Hurried footsteps retreat from your desk and quickly return. Josiah spins __ around facing toward him as he gets down on his knees in front of her. She looks down at him pressing a cold, damp Monster to her knee. Letting out a soft groan, she tilts her head back. Josiah’s Adam apple bobs at the sound she makes. Fuck. When was the last time he was with a woman? Maybe not since college? He hasn’t had the time or energy to make an effort towards someone. But here he was. His eyes locked with the woman sitting high in her chair. Jesus, she smelt so fucking good.

“This was the, uh, ya know only thing I had back there that maybe could’ve helped. Sorry.” He shrugged. His dark, heavy eyes never broke eye contact with hers.

“Don’t sweat it. I appreciate you doing this Josiah. I’ll take it from here. Thanks.” _ her chest rose and fell with every shaky breath she took. wasn’t dumb, quite the opposite. Her intelligence was the exact reason that landed her this job…That and the fact they needed more helping hands. She saw the look in his eyes. Hungry. His dark brown eyes went almost black as his pupils dilated. Josiah didn’t move an inch despite what she just said. And __ didn’t move him away either. They two coworkers stared at one another as the air thickened; the air between them was palpable. Loud ticking from the clock and the whirring of the machines could be heard.

A loud thud echoed as _ chair hit the desk with such force that it made it shake on its legs. Heavy breathing and wet smacking filled the room. Josiah was on her. Groping and squeezing every inch of her body that we could get his hands on. She felt so soft and warm. He had forgotten the feel of another human body. His long fingers traced every dip and groove of her. The pudge of her belly, the squish of her love handles, and the curves of her hip dips. Nothing went untouched by his hands. wasn’t doing any better. Work has gotten her so pent up and masturbating alone only satisfies you for just a short period of time. Josiah’s hat was knocked off ages ago and her fingers combed and tugged at his messy, brown tresses. His tongue licked every crevice it would possibly get to, desperate for the taste of her. It wasn’t a kiss of passion, but rather one of pure, unadulterated, raw lust. Josiah’s head was spinning and so was ___’s. The air around them grew hot and suddenly the thought of clothes became unbearable.

“Gotta get these off of ya, pretty girl.” Josiah’s voice was hoarse and low. His lips shined with spit and lipgloss from __.

“Never thought you’d ask.” _ said in an airy tone. Her face was hot and the heat between her legs was growing more and more by the second, forcing her to clench and unclench her thighs. This did not go unnoticed by Josiah. He tugged the jeans off of __, sucking in his breath once they revealed the wet spot peering at him.

“Oh? For me?” He raised an eyebrow, that same lopsided grin forming on his face. __ sucked her teeth.

“Shut the fuck up, dumbass.” _ hissed, secretly thanking her lucky stars that she decided to go with a cute red set today. Josiah kissed up her smooth, hazelnut thighs. The scent between her legs making him go crazy, he pressed his thumb against her soaked panties. ’s hips bucked up at the sudden pressure. He rubbed lazy circles over her clit, eyes glued to face. He noted all the expressions she made and burned them deep into his mind. Thank god for him playing all those video games. Josiah slipped her panties to the side, watching as the juices started to seep down into the chair underneath her. He scooped up the mess with his fingers and cocked his head to the side. _’s could hear her heart in her ears as Josiah kissed her, tasting her own tangy juices on her tongue. A long string of juices and saliva hung from their bottoms lips. Josiah spoke in a hushed tone, but just loud enough for her to hear.

“Chef’s gotta taste their own cooking, right?” He chuckled before diving back down. Josiah took one finally glance at her and realized he was holding his breath. She looked gorgeous. Half lidded eyes shined at him from above as her chest rose and fell with every shuddering breath she took. God she was absolutely glowing right now and he was just basking in her light. "Stop starin' at me…making me nervous." _ muttered underneath her breath. Her eyes shifting away from his piercing gaze.

Fuck.

His nose pressed up against her mound, his tongue lapping and slurping up any juices that were running down. He was so focused on her. The grip on her thighs were deadly, even if she did want to run or move or even squirm she couldn't. Fuck, did the man work out or something?

"Josiah…" She shakily said. It's been way too long since she's felt anyone touch her this way. She forgot how intoxicating it was. A loud splat echoed as Josiah spat onto her already sopping cunt. He gave a testing suckle at her clit, his eyes focused on her. _ breath hitched. And with that he took off. Josiah was swirling his tongue around the little bud and sucking at it like a baby with a pacifier. He wasn't gonna let her breathe at all. __ felt a thick long finger slide easily inside of her. It curled and thrusted as if purposely exploring its new home.

It was almost embarrassing how loud the sounds of her cunt was: it was damn near deafening. Josiah already had two fingers curling and pressing every crevice of her pussy. Feeling around to see what makes her twitch, what makes her whimper, and whine. Her back arched and her breath stopped.

Bingo.

He attacked her sweet spot at an almost bruising pace. His saliva dripped down his fingers and onto the chair underneath her along with her juices. _ was just moaning and crying his name like a mantra. God, he felt like he was in a dream. He had no clue what he was doing and this was all sheer luck. He has to pat his back later for deciding to stay in the office a little longer than usual. He reeled back and wiped his mouth with his other hand, standing up and towering over _. He switched to his ring and middle finger, listening to her sloppy cunt suck and swallow his calloused fingers with greed.

"Look at you." Another thrust of his fingers. "My pretty whore taking my fingers so well." He let out a nasty chuckle into her ear. _ didn't even know where this new attitude was coming from. Her quiet Josiah? The clown? The Monster energy boy? Now here she was. Moaning like a bitch in heat over his fucking gamer fingers.

"Such a pretty fucking girl I scored. I've been wanting to have you like this for the fucking longest and now here you are. All fucking mine." A thumb on her clit and that was all she needed.

"Hurry up. Wouldn't want Gary to come find ya." _ couldn't even warn him. Her eyes rolled back and her toes curled in her shoes. A hot white flash rolled over her.

"Good girl….Good fucking girl." Josiah let her rock her hips and he didn't stop fingerfuckin her until she finally stopped trembling in his hands. His hand was soaked and slick with her cum. Her eyes finally zeroed and focused on that stupid fucking nametag yet again.

"Open." Her mouth dropped open and Josiah shoved his fingers down her throat. He watched her with such a disgusted face that made her whimper around his fingers. She sucked and licked every inch of her off him. He slowly withdrew his fingers from the warm cavern of her mouth and patted her cheek with a small lopsided grin.

"Now let's go… wouldn't want to be workin' overtime."

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36499468

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