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Morgan's Gal

@amorgansgal / amorgansgal.tumblr.com

A blog where I can just blatantly thirst over Arthur Morgan! Very much a ship and let ship kind of person, when I write a ship post please exit stage left rather than tell me why my ship is "incorrect". She/her. 30. A volatile pansexual. 18+
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Headcanons and Fic Request Update!

Howdy everyone, there's going to be a few changes around here! I will be frank, I'm struggling to find the motivation to write headcanons and fics kind of on demand. And that's definitely not to say that people's ideas aren't great and I wish I could just tap into my old creativity well and write them. It is very much a me thing! I'm incredibly busy with my own writing (working on a novel and a script) so that is kind of taking away a lot of my attention, creativity and requires me to stick at it if I want to get anywhere.

So from now on my inbox will be opened-ish. You're welcome to pop by and suggest an idea, but from now on if I don't feel like writing it I will share it with the wider world (the rest of tumblr) and ask if anyone else would like to take it on. There are a couple of things I'm going to work on from my inbox, but my main focus will be on working on my long form Red Dead Redemption 2 Fanfic - The Only Compass I Need and my Red Dead Redemption rewrite (work in progress).

Thank you to everyone for being lovely and supportive. Please don't ever hesitate to drop by with your thirsty thoughts of the day or even, dare I say it, your VDL Gang height discourse opinions!

Lots of love, AMG!

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lieu-rey

Artha Elizabeth Marston, born 1901. Nicknamed Beth, she was conceived by accident at a time when no children should be born. Her first 6 years of life were defined by instability and constant trouble that her father could not help but find.

At 10 years old, Beth is wild and short-tempered. It's a rarity to see her with shoes, clean clothes, and neat hair all at once. Loves to run, jump, and climb everything in her vicinity; "You must have bones of iron because it's a damn miracle you haven't broken one," her mother says.

Talkative and eager to learn, she's drawn to horses, but isn't good at riding; in spite of that, she's up for the challenge. Unlike her brother Jack, she hopes to run Beecher's Hope one day in their father's stead.

life at the ranch is good for three years...

but then comes the dreaded ending of rdr1. now, what is the marston siblings' plan?

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- The Forbidden Fruit

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Request- I NEED ARTHUR TO STEAL DUTCHS GIRL AND SHOW HER A REAL MANS LOVING. FILTHY PASSIONATE LOVING. WORK YOUR MAGIC

A/N- I got incredibly carried away with this. Is basically prawn with no plot honestly. And far softer smut than I think you intended it to be but. Here we are. Enjoy.

Warnings- 18+ | implied toxic relationship ( reader is in love with Dutch van der Linde what can you expect here ), smut: affair, Arthur being desperate to please!!!, fingering, oral ( reader receiving ) , unprotected p in v and he accidentally finishes inside oops, like the tiniest amount of cockwarming ( WC-8.9k )

AO3 | Masterlist - requests are open :)

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Arthur Morgan x f!reader. No plot, just love. Written in about 20 minutes with no editing. System purge, if you will. 18+ content. Body worship, prose-y sex. Talk of babies at the end. I'm whipped for him and I'm sharing it with you.

Arthur likes to take his time with you.

He's a man who lives a life where he often has to move fast to avoid danger. He's spent years on the run from one bad heist to the next, never knowing whether he'll survive to see another day. Even his moments of rest are ridden with apprehension and doubt; he's hardly able to get a good night's sleep even if he's plumb exhausted after days on the open road.

You, however, just might be the most dangerous thing of all.

You're most beautiful to him laid out like this, bare beneath the vast expanse of stars on a cloudless night. There's moonlight in your hair and firelight on your skin, and everywhere he touches feels electric. His fingertips are rough along the softness of your thigh, the swell of your breast, the apple of your cheek. You sigh his name and he bends to you, one big hand encompassing the back of your neck to take you in a tender, all-consuming kiss. The fire sputters and dances, sparking into the sky as he shifts his weight over you and lifts one of your legs around his waist.

This is something he doesn't want to rush.

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A collection of my Irish maโ€™s comments about Arthur Morgan watching me play RDR2:

โ€ขโ€œJesus, heโ€™s the most good looking video game character Iโ€™ve ever seen in any gameโ€

โ€ขโ€œIf he wasnโ€™t so fine lookin and if he didnโ€™t have such a nice accent, you wouldnโ€™t be bothered with him for heโ€™s a buck eejitโ€

โ€ขโ€Has he no woman?โ€

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