spankbank with emphasis on the spank

the lack of rdr x male reader on this site is upsetting (or maybe im just looking in the wrong direction?) but my writing skills are too mediocre to do anything about it publicly, at least in large quantities :(

to expand on drunk Arthur: while he may have difficulty expressing his feelings (at least verbally) while sober, he gets twice as clingy once the alcohol smoothes over his brain. He'll stand hugging you so close its bordering on painful with his face in the crook of your neck, literally whining for you to stay "just five more minutes...!" when he cant even stand straight himself, part of his body weight keeping you in place to the point youre afraid that he might lead you to topple over. "C'mon... jus' keep me company... is so cold these days...!" as he tries to persuade you to stay in his tent for the night, the rest of the camp snickering at the both of you from afar

i kept questioning for a while why im so attached to Javier since you dont really get a lot of missions/interactions with him in game but dear god hes angelic. Watching him sit down by the campfire with his guitar in hand, idly strumming or even singing songs makes my chest feel so full with adoration. I just got genuinely upset because he decided its bedtime and headed off again

dutch van der linde induced daddy issues. dutchy issues. i think a pat on the back and mild praise from him would make me worse

If you were to ask ME id say arthur is a clingy drunk. Stumbles helplessly around camp like an idiot after a few moonshine bottles too many just to find himself in his lovers tent over and over again, ready for wet, open-mouthed kisses that were supposed to land on lips, not cheeks, and "Ahhh, I love you-"'s before he inevitably passes out and snores loud enough to keep the rest of camp from getting some shut eye.

Arthur with a man just as wide and big as him :) Equal chances at friendly tussling and wrestling until he's finally pinned face down, breathless from the playing, the weight on top of him and his breath hitching as eager hands tug at his belt buckle and fondle whichever piece of his warm, sweaty skin is exposed next