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my-st0ff · 9 months

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Love and Paranoia

Chapter Two

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption

Pairing: Kieran Duffy x female reader

Chapter Song: Dress - Taylor Swift

You'd spoken what you know to be thoroughly with the stable master in Valentine. But to Kieran's ear, you two were blabbering and not getting down to the important things about buying a horse. You were just being friendly with a man you see fairly regularly. He seemed in high spirits this morning. Your orders were accurate. The only issue in this situation was Kieran's chronic nervousness / worrying - which you could see becoming exasperating.

"You just wait there, I'll go out back and see what I've got"

You smile and thank the man before taking a seat on a rickety wooden bench, brushing off a stray few pieces of hay before doing so. The barn smell infected every inch of the area.

You: "Sure is fresh smellin', huh?"

You smile in an attempt to dampen Kieran's disheartened thoughts and feelings.

Kieran: "Yeah, sure is"

He answers promptly in a tone that leaves you with slimmed eyes, wondering why the hell he didn't seem sarcastic.

You: "I was- you like the smell of horse shit?"

He sits silent for a moment.

Kieran: "I'm... used to it"

His voice pitches up in a reasoning tone. You can't help yourself from bursting into laughter.

You: "Oh, boy"

You chuckle. You calm yourself down a bit and peer over at Kieran again. He sat awkwardly smiling in an attempt to not let you notice how unfunny this really was to him.

You: "Hey, what's the matter wi'chu'?"

Your smile completely faded.

Kieran: "Nothin Mi- y/n"

You: "It's alright. Now your a free man, sort of"

You grumble at 'sort of'.

You: "You can go and have yourself a nice long soak in the lake, can't ya'? No more menuire smell"

You smile grimly in a teasing manner.

Kieran: "Oh, I don't know about that"

You: "Why?"

You shuffle in your seat to face him, who is sat beside you. You boot stomps on the ground when doing so, making Kieran jump ever so slightly.

Kieran: "I don't really feel like gettin' out all my bits in front of everyone"

He huffs in laughter.

You: "No, dummy. Someone'll take you a bit away from camp and so you can do it there. I'm sure. That's what everyone else does, heads off a bit and bathes in the lake. Other than Bill and Uncle, maybe"

You chuckle.

You: "You'd just have to be supervised is all, for obvious reasons"

Kieran hums in displeasure and grimices at the idea.

You: "Fine, whatever"

You brush away your moment of helpfullness and face forward once more to carry on waiting.

"Just getting some tacking and whatnot"

The stable master calls from the yard. You wait for a few moments longer, fairly peaceful until the trembling hands of Kieran enter your peripheral. You turn your head and blatenly stare at them. Kieran obviously notices.

Kieran: "Sorry, my hands are shaking from all of this silence and patience"

He huffs in laughter but speaks in an apologetic tone.

You: "You nervous?"

Kieran: "Yes, y/n"

You: "Well, I must say. I ain't never seen a grown man desperately waiting for anything like this... you really love horses, don't ya'"

Kieran: "I just-... what if he screws me over?"

He whispers, under the assumption that the stable master who was all the way across the barn from you both was going to be able to hear him.

You: "What? Christian? He'd never screw me over, you kiddin'?"

You answer with a volume that makes Kieran utterly uncomfortable.

Kieran: "I-"

He hesitates, whipping his head over to Christian, who is contently whispering as he gathers supplies. He then looked back into your eyes with deep brown and emotional ones. His eyes were always full of feeling. It was as if he felt every emotion more intensely than others.

Kieran: "Not us, he might screw me over. You saw the dirty looks he was giving me, surely"

You slap a hand down onto his knee in an attempt at compassion.

You: "He, now, I get it, kid. It's tough being different from everyone around ya'. Either for being a woman in a gang a' stinkin' men"

You smirk and laugh.

"Or for being... well... kind hearted"

You peer to the ground beside him for only a moment, gathering yourself after a small flutter of joy emerged in your core. One that carried realisation that Kieran Duffy was nothin' but nice.

"They key - you just gotta act confident. Be strongheaded, ya' know? Everyone thinks that they know us, but they don't know the first damn thing, kid"

Kieran: "All due respect, you make it look easy"

He lets out a sort of relieved huff of laughter.

You: "It ain't"

You add, finally reeling your arm back in and leaving it at your side. You face forward again. That's when Christian calls.

Christian: "You're lucky, few breeders tried to take this fella' off my hands a few days ago. He's got one hell of a coat, if you don't mind riding a pretty boy of the horse world"

He chuckles, bearing yellowed and chipped teeth. A tall and wide animal led beside him, one with a muscular build that still carried a healthy and warm amount of chub. This horse had a lightly coloured torso. This colour stopped abruptly at his cheeks and some spots of his legs, replaced by a golden brown. His eyes lay half-lidded. He was not aware of his magnificence and never would be... damn, maybe I'm starting to get why Kieran loves these stinkers so much. You ponder. Kieran peers over at you for some sort of permission. When you shoot him a look of reassurance, he approaches Christian and the horse.

Kieran: "Can I take him off your hands?"

He asks politely, and Christian passes him the reigns. Kieran brings the palm of his right hand to meet the horses forehead and softly rubs the spot.

You: "Wow, Christian. You sure?"

Christian: "Course, just if you by any chance have him breed with a mare, I'd love to take a look at those little golden eggs"

He grins.

You: "You got it, sir"

You give him a firm and dominant handshake.

Kieran: "Those markings are just amazin', really amazin'"

He pipes up, yet his focus remains on the horse.

Christian: "Sure are, you better take care of him, son"

He almost threatens.

Kieran: "Don't you worry one moment, sir, I'll give him the best life you could imagine"

You could hear the giddiness he was doing his very best to conceal in his voice. Resulting in one of the corners of your lips to curl upwards smugly. You felt quite... proud? Of yourself for bringing such bliss to your otherwise rather miserable tag-along. Once you had collected all the things you needed for Kieran's new friend (best friend by the looks of things as he couldn't keep his affectionate touches away from the gentle giant), you eventually made your way out of the stable. You stood outside the front of the desolate stables together, divided by the horse, who looked contented enough to stand still for the rest of the evening.

You: "Right, now now the hard part"

You explain, walking around the the front of the horse and giving him a nose scratch.

Kieran: "Namin' him?"

He smiles, and you respond with furrow brows. He feels inclined to awkwardly mumble "joke" with a grin. You take a deep breath before breaking the momentary silence.

You: "Well, go ahead"

You take a few steps back, pinching the bridge of your nose. You'd felt a little sweet towards Kieran for a moment back there but had now remembered yourself. Kieran strokes the forehead of his companion. He whispers something with compassion and then moves to the side of the horse. He puts a foot into the closest stirrup and then pats the horses back before moving onto the next step. He pushes himself up with support from the saddle and flips his other leg over, successfully slipping it into the stirrup with the trouble. Kieran laughs in relief whilst petting the mane.

You: "Alright, this ain't his first rodeo for sure"

You erase the distance between you and the horse, from where you had stood back just in case. You stroll over with one hand comfortably on your hip. You utilise the other grab ahold of Kieran's reigns. Without warning, you begin moving at a considerate pace out of town. The horse doesn't seem to mind, but your tag-along decides to make a fuss anyway.

Kieran: "Hey!"

You: "Yeah?"

Kieran: "Weren't ready"

He mumbles.

You: "What was that?"

Kieran: "Nothin'"

He sighs.

You: "Just bought you a whole horse, it better be nothin'"

You'd rode gently through the forests near Valentine for barely that long, and it already felt like hours to you.

You: "God damnit, Kieran. Are we even close to the herbs?"

Kieran: "Matter a' fact, just across that swamp"

You peer up at him from where he sits upon his relaxed and obedient horse to see him pointing forward. Distraught is the only way you could describe your reaction. You crouch to rest your elbows on your legs, face in hands.

You: "Let me up on your horse"

You speak into your hands.

Kieran: "Huh?"

Your head whips up at him. You exclaim your demand through grit teeth.

You: "Let me up on your horse!"

Kieran: "Oh, uh, course"

He shuffles up the saddle. Upon approaching the saddle, you see the horse antsy for the first time. Hooves trotting in place and grunting uncomfortably as your long leather jacket brushes his leg.

Kieran: "Ah, ah, ah"

He gives soothed scratches to the horses neck. Each time you try to get close enough to the horse to get up, he shuffles to the side, away from you.

You: "What's the matter with ya', boy?"

Agrovation evident in your voice.

Kieran: "I don't think he likes the feel a' the leather"

You: "The wha-, oh c'mon. Don't be silly, boy, it's a god damn jacket"

You speak directly the horse.

You: "Just do it swiftly, he won't even notice"

You reach an arm up and pace towards him.

Kieran: "I- I ain't sure, y/n"

You widen your eyes, communicating urgency as you get close. He lets down an arm for you to grab, but his expression is the epitimy of anxiety. And his hands are shaking from all this, again. The horse freezes completely for a moment when you manage to sit flat behind Kieran, your hands on his waist.

You: "Ha!"

You exclaim in proud excitement.

You: "See, kid, what did I tell-"

Your speech is cut short when you shuffle and your jacket falls completely over the horses' thigh like a blanket. The animals screeches like it's in physical pain before sprinting forwards only to panic so much more when it's ankles are fully enveloped in thick mud, sinking a few good centimetres into the swamp that now sat around you. It's legs then tensed as it used all of its might to kick itself up from the mud and water. This inevitably knocked you both off. Your body made an unpleasant slap when it slammed down into sinking mud.

You: "Ow"

You whined in defeat.

Kieran: "I told you"

You hear Kieran speak. His voice travelled through the wind as he lay in a similar position from quite a bit away. The horse had retreated to a patch of grass on the other end of the swamp, to make matter so much worse.

You: "You what?!"

Your voice strains to a shout.

Kieran: "I told you he didn't like the leather!"

You: "Don't you talk back to me!"

You manage to get yourself halfway to a stand before falling ass first back into brown and mossy green sludge. Kieran, who's sat on a harder section of still wet mud holding his lower back, couldn't help but let out a few genuine chuckles.

You: "Somethin' funny?!"

Kieran: "Sorry, oh my- sorry"

He pushes out between intensifying laughter.

You: "Oh, that's it!"

Kieran just could not bring himself to feel any bit threatened for once as you pulled yourself finally onto your feet and cautiously made your way to him. The quickest you could as your legs were inches deep instantly when you took each step. As you finally got to where he was and towered over him, he brought his hands up in surrender.

Kieran: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I mean it now c'mon"

A small smile paints his rosey cheeks. You sigh and extend an arm. He takes your offer just so that you can pull him halfway to your level and then chuck his body back into the wetter part of the mud you had just trudged through. The wobbly shriek he lets out immediately knocks the anger out of you. You burst into laughter, having to bend over and support yourself with your hands on your bent knees as you watch Kieran flail about in the mud, doing all he could to stand up without one successful attempt. His entire body was covered head to toe in brown slime by the time he'd gotten up, out of breath.

You: "Oh, god, that is so funny"

You wheeze as you make slow steps towards where the horse casually grazed across the whole obstacle. Kieran trotted his way quickly beside you as you walked past a pool of dark yellow water. You pat his back with unintentional hardness.

You: "I'm sorry, kid, I couldn't help it"

You giggle.

Kieran: "Me neither"

He mumbles.

You: "Huh?"

Before another word, you are flung with one hard push into the ickiest collection of water you'd ever seen. Luckily, it's shallow enough to prevent any struggle in making your way to the surface. When you do, you find Kieran crouched near the edge, looking down at your helpless self. A dynamic you never thought would see the light of day.

Kieran: "You alright?"

He chuckles. You glare up at him for a second before the angry pressure releases and your lips curl into the smallest smile.

You: "You're a real shit, y'know that?"

He bellows out in laughter before extending an arm. You pull yourself up just to discover the two of you are now matching, covered head to toe in mud. Some of his now quickly drying to chips of flat earth on his skin that would crack at movement.

You: "I hope you know this is our first and last ever trip into town after this shit. You want more clothes, ask John to take ya', or Dutch"

You tease.

Kieran: "I think I'd rather walk around with a leaf covering my crotch"

You knees struggle to bend correctly in the swamp to make your way to the dry(ish) land. Kieran quickly notices and brings an arm up under your arms so that he can support you and you him as you mirror his action. Usually, you would shrug off the help of others, but you could not stand the thought of falling another time. You eventually, with many groans and heavy breaths between the two of you, made it to grassed over dirt.

Kieran: "Here, boy! Hey, c'mere ya' big moron"

He calls out to his horse and awkwardly waddles in it's direction, squelching noises emitted from each step. You take this time to yank off each of your boots and tip the water along with a few clumps of dirt out onto the ground. You almost regretted doing so when the horrible cold dampness meets your socks upon sliding them back on. Soon enough, Kieran returns to you with an unbothered horse trailed behind him by the reigns. His half-lidded eyes as they were before, and his jaw moving up, down and side to side slowly and lazily as he grazed. Kieran fiddles with a satchel attached to the saddle before figuring our how to unclip it.

Kieran: "Right, they grow in little clusters"

He searches the perimeter with his gaze, then angles his head down to face his feet.

"Like this"

He adds, leaning over and bunching more than a dozen small thin stalks covered in light blue pearls of herb in his fist before yanking them out of the soft earth. You observe the plant, then take a look for yourself around where you stand, only to be met with not a single dash of blue among the emerald green of tall forest grass.

You: "Oh, c'mon, this is gonna be impossible"

Kieran raises his eyebrows, packing the satchel with the contents he had just acquired.

Kieran: "It ain't"

He extends his vowels.

Kieran: "I found some just now"

He attempts to convince you.

You: "That"

You point at the satchel.

"Was lucky"

A good quarter of an hour passed whilst you busted your back bending over to pick out blue plants. Kieran did the same. Though he enjoyed the simple task, you took a moment to stretch out each limb after filling the satchel a bit higher with a load that you had found. Whilst doing so, you observed Kieran, who had just now discovered a large deposit of herbs that collected around the base of a tall, thick royal tree. He plopped himself next to the group of herbs, and with crossed legs, he began to carefully pick out the healthiest ones. A look of bliss glazed over his eyes and his skin shon in the now retreating sun.

You: "Alright, time out for me"

You yell over. Kieran does not flinch nor cower. He nods with a small smile, only gracing you with a split second to look into his chocolate brown eyes illuminated to a honey colour by the sunshine before bringing his attentions back to the patch of pretty plants. You decide to take this time to make up with Kieran's horse. You approach the animal slowly, It only looking up at you for a moment before lazily dipping its head back to continue grazing.

You: "Hey, boy. What d'you say us two have a little chat?"

You speak quietly. Some of the hidden browns in the horses eyes that would be usually covered by a sooty colour shon through to the surface of his glimmering eyes.

You: "Yeah, your alright, ain't ya?"

You ask rhetorically before placing your right palm on his forehead and stroking down his long face. But when you reposition your hand to scratch his cheeks, part of your leather sleeve brushes his short, smooth fur - pulling a grunt out of him.

You: "Woah, you don't like the feeling of leather, huh?"

The horse whines softly as if he can understand you.

You: "Well, you're gonna have to get used to it, boy, you're my ride home"

Unexpectedly, Kieran speaks from beside you, you not even noticing his approach.

Kieran: "I'd just take it off if I were you, y/n"

You: "huh?"

You ask, a hand to your chest as you do your best to cover up being startled by his sudden presence. Kieran loads up the satchel with a massive bunch of herbs as he speaks.

Kieran: "Your jacket, just hold it on the way back"

An anxiety you hadn't experienced in longer than you remember stirs in your stomach.

You: "I'd rather not... he'll get used to it"

Kieran laughs softly.

Kieran: "That's what you said before"

He moves out his arms and looks down at his own body as an example as he speaks, caked in mud. You do the same.

Kieran: "Here, lemme' get it for ya'"

He says and moves behind your body, placing a hand on each one of your shoulders. You jolt away from his touch.

You: "I said I'm alright"

Kieran furrows his brows ever so slightly in confusion.

Kieran: "You alright, y/n?"

You: "I'm covered in mud. My boots are wet and cold, and my ass hurts from getting bucked. No, I ain't!:

Sounds of people are completely removed from the alive sounding environment you stand in for a few moments. Kieran's eyes dropping to the floor.

You: "Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- look let's just get home"

You say quickly and turn to the horse, who scurries to the side and grunts a little when you approach him. You take a deep breath, peer back at Kieran (who is looking over at you and his horse with utter silent concern), and then groan in frustration. Balling your fists and then bringing your hands up to your jacket to shimmy it off your shoulders and folding it in your arms. As you do this, Kieran watches the (fair/tanned/olive/sweet chocolate) skin of your arms, untouched by mud, reveal with every inch of leather removed. His eyes jump over all of the big and small scars that dotted themselves all up and down your arms. Your head peers over your shoulder at him, your eyes vulnerable. Unable to portray the annoyed feelings you were experiencing as they were overwhelmed by nerves.

You: "What?"

You attempt to speak bluntly, but your voice comes out a tender sound.

Kieran: "N-nothin'"

His eyes flick away from your body immediately. You chuck your jacket to Kieran, who catches it and re-folds it attentively after your botched job whilst you push yourself onto a farther back part of the saddle.

You: "I fought a bear"

You side-eye him with a tiny smirk, breaking the tension as he resisted to ask anything about your hundreds of marks. He huffs in laughter, and your smile grows bigger. He strolls over and hands you back your jacket before straddling his horse and grabbing ahold of the reigns. Your hands loosely and gently clasp around his waist. When he begins the horse to a trot, he peers down at your wrist discreetly, analysing one of the whiter scars going down the top side of your arm.

Kieran: "Don't tell me, that's why you never take that thing off?"

He asks light-heartedly.

Kieran: "You look so cool, I'd be showing that off!"

His heart fills with pride and content when he hears a small laugh erupt from behind him. A flutter fills him from his abdomen to his chest as he looks into the sunset you ride towards paired with the sound of your gentle laughter. The sensation was something he could not label, similar to excitement. Either way, he likes the feeling.

By the time you make it back to camp, your eyes lay half shut, and the moon lights your way. Nobody seemed to be up, and lights were out. You made your way to your tent as Kieran hitched his horse.

Kieran: "Hey, y/n!"

He calls across camp. Making you tense up and shoot him a look of agrovated shock. Kieran mouths 'sorry' before quickly bouncing over to you whilst you chuck your boots and jacket into your tent.

Kieran: "I thought of what ima' name him"

He speaks low.

You: "oh, yeah?"

Kieran: "Branwen"

He smiles, you shoot him a confused look.

You: "Certainly unique"

Kieran: "Alright, negative nancy, I'll have you know that name actually means-m-"

He trips over his words and then fully stops in his tracks before clearing his throat and turning around once you suddenly pulk your white tank top off and chuck it into your tent also.

You: "It means?"

Kieran: "Uhh-"

You: "You going for a soak or what?"

You put casually, pulling off your trousers now. Kieran stood completely stunned as he stared at the sky. He remains silent other than infrequent 'uh's.

You: "What's the matter with ya', boy?"

Kieran: "I'll leave you to your uhh river- bath- whatever"

He says and then takes quick desperate steps away from you.

You: "Your sleeping like that?"

The dry mud piled on his skin is causing itchy spots over his body, and he is fully unsure of what to do.

Kieran: "I, um, well no, well yeah. I'll go in the morning"

You: "Alright, but everyone'll be pretty busy, so it'll be John who has to take ya' away from camp for it"

Kieran pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a long, shakey inhale when the thought is forced into him of John 'gun to his head' Marston watching him bathe himself.

Kieran: "I think I will actually-"

He says but stops when he turns to see you'd silhouette already close to the lake, wrapping a blanket around your body.

Kieran gently places the ragged blanket he had around his bare body on the sandy shore that contained spots of grass poking through the grains. He walks his way into the water as cautiously as he can to not make a sound. Gripping his fists into balls as he prays you don't turn around and see his entirely naked figure. Luckily, you only noticed the disturbance to the surface of the water when he was half submerged, the water stopping just above his naval. You turn instinctively away from the view of the dark horizon and shoot Kieran a small smile. Your heart beats faster as it's suddenly an uncomfortable atmosphere. Your body is sunk deep enough to only be exposing your shoulders and collarbone.

You: "Sorry we ain't got no soap out here"

You huff in laughter.

Kieran: "I'm just glad to have fresh water on my skin"

He sounds genuinely relieved as he sinks down further, still a fair distance between you both. You submerge your head fully to bathe your scalp, only to bob back up in a different spot, a bit further from Kieran and with your back to him. You take a deep breath and start to run the water up and down your skin, doing your best to complete this proficiently as you usually do. Though you can feel Kieran's resisting stare like a tickle on your back. You turn back around in a casual movement and see Kieran washing himself in your peripheral, currently trying to get dirt out of the shell of his ears.

You: "God, you're a jackass"

You break the silence with a smug remark.

Kieran: "Huh?"

He smiles.

You: "This is all your fault"

You laugh, your sarcasm was being taken completely seriously.

Kieran: "What is?"

You: "Why we're both covered in swamp"

You laugh.

Kieran: "Shut up"

He bellows a genuine laugh as you, more comfortably now, approach closer to him.

Kieran: "You ain't funny"

You: "Then why you laughin'?"

You chuckle. Kieran laughs as he brings his head down into the water and scrubs his hair back and forth. When he comes back up, he keeps scratching at his scalp, looking frustrated as he can't get any of the mud to slide off of his locks.

Kieran: "God damnit"

He mutters.

You: "What is the goal here?"

You tease, washing the last bits of dirt out of your own hair.

Kieran: "This stuff is stubborn. It's Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try"

You: "Hey, don't just scratch your head, jesus"

You huff and come closer to Kieran. You raise your arms out of the water, revealing a tiny bit more of your skin as you bring one of your hands to his hair and gently run the fingers through whilst you use your other to cup collections of water in your hand and pour it over his hair. This is most likely the closest you'd ever been face to face with Kieran, his skin glimmered with millions of beads of pure light from the moon's reflection on the droplets of water. The water around you illuminated with the face of the moon also. It felt like the light was focused on just where the two of you stood. It was like an aura. You did all you could to not peak down at his glistening collarbone and neck and pay attention to his hair. A sigh of content unintentionally fell from his lips when your fingers gently massaged where some of the dirt sat at the base of his scalp. His head bowed and eyes shut, sort of in embarrassment. For the next minute, you both stood in comfortable silence and took in the noises of the drips and swishes each time you moved your arms.

You: "There you go"

You speak low, almost in a whisper. Kieran's tired eyelids separated to reveal the look of pure bliss he was portraying. In this moment, you wished for the artistic skills of Hosea just for tonight so you could capture his expression forever. View it whenever you like. God, now why the hell am I thinkin' like that. Pull yourself together, woman, you think. You bring a thumb to his cheek and push the pad of it across his face to wipe a remaining smudge of dirt.

Kieran: "Thanks, feels a lot better"

He smiles. You're only just noticing his height over you, the discreet dimples that form in the transition between expressions he makes, how his skin looked so soft to the touch and how licks of his hair popped out almost every time he moved. Your entire body stiffens in place when his hand brushes and then clasps your lower arm gently beneath the water.

Kieran: "You alright?"

His brows stitch in concern.

Kieran: "You look worried"

You: "I'm just fine"

You muster up a small smile. Your whispered voices and close warm bodies all contribute towards the ever building tension around the both of you. Kieran other hand is balled up in his best effort to keep holding back from you.

You: "Um, today was actually real fun, Kieran"

Kieran: "Yeah"

He smiles and huffs a small laugh from his nose.

You: "You tell Dutch I said that and I'll skin ya', ya' know that?"

Kieran laughs.

Kieran: "Very irresponsible of you to be running around with an O'Driscoll, y/n"

You laugh a little before clearing your throat and, in a sudden coming to your senses, back off from Kieran, his hand slipping from your arm.

You: "I'll see you tomorrow, don't get yourself into no more trouble"

You say as you wade towards the land.

Kieran: "y/n"

You: "yeah?"

Kieran: "You're very pr-... you're beautiful... don't worry about hiding those battle scars you got"

He speaks with genuine tenderness. You had stopped in your tracks, your back to him as you now stood with your full top half exposed, but you did not look at him nor say anything. You'd rather just acted out a single nod. He watched you emerge for a moment before looking away quickly when your entire body was touching the air. You wrapped yourself in your blanket and shivered as you made your way back to your tent.

You'd gotten a head start on the sun this morning, being up and dressed before it had a chance to bathe the camp fully. A few of the gang were up, but a lot were still snoring in their tents whilst you waited for your piping hot cup of brown to chill enough to be drinkable. A familiar sound of footsteps haunted you as you sat under a tree by yourself. You knew who it was just by the sound of wicked large spurs clunking.

"Well, g'mornin', honey"

You: "Mornin', Micah"

You spoke monotone, gripping onto the slim hope he would for once in his life get the hint and leave whoever he's boring the hell alone.

Micah: "Glad to see your all clean"

You look up from your cup, staring straight forward whilst Micah leans on the tree.

You: "Huh?"

Micah: "I'll tell you what I was sleepin' like a baby till' you two got back last night. And I woke up just in time for a show"

He chuckles, disgusting you to your core.

Micah: "Don't worry"

He waves his hand in front of his face.

"I let you two get your privacy, I ain't no creep"

Sure

"But I saw enough to be able to make demands"

You: "to what?"

You glare up at him.

Micah: "See, they know nothing about you two's little adventure in the lake"

He points discreetly at a group of camp members sitting at a table.

You: "Oh, hell, Micah, we didn't- it's not what it looked like"

Micah: "Well, I only know what I saw, and what I saw is too naked folk touching up on eachother, now what would you label that as, y/n?"

You: "Get outa' here"

Micah: "In that case... time for some harmless gossip with Dutch"

You: "Wait"

You demand in a low and vexed tone.

Micah: "Yes, sweetheart"

You: "What do you want?"

You ask through grit teeth.

Micah: "I want a go at ya'"

He grins.

You: "Oh, for the love of god, Micah. Your disgustin'"

Micah: "Now I wake up by your side tomorrow, and my lips might not be so loose"

You: "Forget it"

Your tone rough and spikey. Micah inhales slowly through his nose.

Micah: "Fine"

Your head flips back and forth as you do your best to resist watching him smugly walk over to the group he had pointed to, with a hand on his belt. Most of the expressions you're catching are not so bothered, but when your eyes land upon Ms. Grimshaw, the look of pure outrage is enough to make a grown woman shit herself. You know, for a fact, she is on her way to speak to Dutch the moment he leaves his tent.

In your best efforts to make yourself invisible, you fold your arms and hunch over as you scatter to your tent. Making yourself physically smaller and subconsciously mirroring how puny you felt inside.

"Y/n!"

You hear the all too familiar voice of your troubles say your name and everything just stops. Including you, mid stride.

"Y/n, can you help me with Puncher, he don't wanna eat these her-"

You: "I'm busy!"

You snap back across the space dividing you. Mindlessly gaining even more side glances than you were already dealing with. Your visions does almost a full 360° as quickly as you can, it does not take long to soak in all the stares. You pace urgently towards Kieran, closing the gap.

You: "Gimme' those"

You hiss, snatching the balled up herbs from his gentle, long fingers.

You: "Wha- get outta' here"

Your teeth are grit as you growl under your breath, your heart thumping extraordinarily as more and more time passes where you are in the company of your assumed secret.

Kieran: "Sum'n wrong, y/n?"

You: "As a matter a' fact, yeah. You're in my god damn way!"

Your hand strikes outwards, gesturing towards your horse hitched up by your tent.

Kieran: "Right"

He momentarily complies, standing aside. But his leaving y/n alone streak of 2 seconds is broken when he turns around and plods after you.

Kieran: "Did I do somethin' to upset you?"

His tender, concerned little voice leaves you having to take in an outstretched and stuttered inhale before confronting him before your tent.

You: "I can't have you followin' me around like no damn puppy. I helped you out. You did the same for me. You made your mark on me and my reputation, now beat it!"

Kieran does not look in any other direction other than forward, but his eyes somehow still convey a perfect portrait of lowness, mixed with confusion and self-deprication. It wasn't, it couldn't have been. But it sure as hell felt like the camp was dead silent for those few moments.

Kieran: "Sure thing"

He musters without a single wobble or crack and makes his way back to his duties swiftly. You watch his figure grow smaller and smaller for a moment as the distance increases, with balled fists and frustrated lines upon your forehea, but soon, catch yourself. You shoot a threatening glare at the few folks that had been an audience to your encounter so that they turned away promptly in some terribly put-together false claim that they were never looking in the first place.

You lower yourself with a grunt beneath your breath next to your horse. You glanced into Puncher's somehow knowing eyes with suspicion before presenting him with the herbs that he apparently refused to accept. The animal, who was starting to regain his strength already, immediately nuzzled his snout into the palm of your hand. You kept your hand there so that Puncher could take his time and enjoy the plants. It was quite the mission to acquire them after all.

You: "Atta' boy... not eatin', my ass"

You mumble.

You: "You just not like him or somethin'?"

You smile and lean in close when you ask, under your breath like he was going to gossip back.

You: "Nah, you'd trust a starved dog starin' at ya' thighs, wouldn't ya'? Ya' big, dumb sweetheart"

The sun was coming close to the stage of setting where it is at peak magnificence. Just like how we saw it last night, you smile, watching the clouds near the sun morph. 'nough of that, you reaffirm in your mind and take your spoon to your bowl of flavour-lacking stew. The log you sat on was bumpy, and the dinner you ate was mediocre. You envied the man your view had shifted to. Kieran brushed each horse so attentively, but none had received such an amount of cooing and smiles until he made his way to Branwen. Though he seemed happy enough, he'd exhaust himself if he still didn't eat, even now he had the option.

You: "Night, boys"

You send your fairwells to your company, Arthur and John. You covertly scooped up another bowls-worth of stew. Thank god stealth was a strong suit of yours, or Pierson would have your head on a spike.

You: "Eat"

You let out a flat word as you offer, rather force, a bowl of stew towards Kieran. Who you had made your way over to, to inevitably make him jump.

Kieran: "I ain't hungry, thanks"

You: "Yes you are"

You sigh.

You: "Don't you dare waste this now"

You scolded with raised eyebrows. Kieran takes the bowl and spoon from you, only to place it on a log beside him.

You: "Kid-"

Kieran: "I ain't gonna waste it, I just gotta finish up"

He doesn't make eye contact once as he speaks.

You: "Kieran, can we talk"

You place your hands on your hips, swallowing your pride. Though nobody in camp was facing the two of you, you were silently making the decision to embrace your new reputation as you did this.

Kieran: "Th-that's what I was hopin'"

He answers breath-ily, still brushing Branwen's back, but gracing you with glances as he does.

You: "Look, it's real rough being taken seriously as a woman in this trade sometimes and... and I... uh... I regret... I regret how I were with ya' earlier today"

The tiniest smile tints his cheeks.

Kieran: "You tryna say your sorry?"

You: "Uh... yeah, that"

You struggle. Kieran laughs at your now familiar and almost comforting stubborn nature.

Kieran: "It's quite alright. Maybe we can work on those outbursts together"

He seems so pleased with himself to be able to shoot jabs at you without the fear of you drawing on him or letting one of your burly friends know if you were feeling lazy. He seemed pleased upon the thought that he trusted you enough, and had somebody to joke with.

You: "Y'know what it'd probably do me some good, kid"

You roll your eyes.

You: "What's the matter now?"

The phrasing of your question is blunt, but your tone is gentle as you nod to his hands as they shake again.

Kieran: "I um... My hands shake, I can't explain this- it's just always happened to me. Since I was a boy, I suppose"

You: "Don't help you with your workin', I bet"

You notice him struggle to keep a firm and straight movement as he holds the horse brush to Branwen's side. You peer down at the other few brushes on the ground, biting your lip in debate before failing to resist and grabbing one in your left hand. You bring it up to a different spot of the broad animal's body. Right before you place it to his fur, you see your jacket sleeve below the hand you're using. You squeeze the wooden brush and then take a deep, long breath. In a swift movement, you drop the coat off of your shoulders and onto the dirt. You freeze in place after beginning to brush when you feel the caliced but warm palm of Kieran land on your bare shoulder.

Kieran: "Thank you, y/n... for everything"

Your eye contact is so deep for such a short note of speech.

You: "Y-yeah, no worries, kid"

Your breath hitched before and after your comment, quickly bringing yourself back to focusing on the horse in quite an awkward state.

You both silently milk the amount of time it takes to groom Branwen's short and not too unkempt coat so that you can watch the sunset as you do. Making off comments but mostly living in comfortable silence.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #kieran duffy x female reader #kieran duffy x you #kieran duffy x reader #kieran duffy #smut #fluff #romance #western #kieran duffy fluff #kieran duffy smut

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tempting-andromeda · 8 months

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More nsfw headcanons because I can

Warning: NSFW, choking?, bondage, pinning, power play, crying, marks?, knife play, temperature play, drunk sex, humiliation, hair pulling, idk what else

Characters

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Send in requests if you want to see specific characters or if you want me to add characters to the list !

Arthur Morgan

He has a thing for shoving his fingers on your mouth. It’s like a good way to rile him up. If you kiss his fingers and slowly put one in your mouth he watches you in awe.

Insists he doesn’t want you to go down on him but when you do he lets out the most animalistic moans and says the dirtiest shit ever

Whenever you moan sometimes he’ll respond with “yeah?” In the most seductive voice

He likes when you wear his clothing while you ride. Like wearing his signature blue shirt or his cowboy hat??? Drives him absolutely wild

Sometimes he tries to humor you by being submissive but after a while he takes control and uses your own words against you. He’s a huge tease about it

John Marston

Cannot stay still for the life of him. If you tie his hands down he’s using his hips. He refuses to stay still and it becomes a yoi problem once he’s free

He grabs everything. Thighs, ass, chest, sheets. He always has a handful of something whenever y’all are fucking.

Whenever he’s in control he likes to copy your moans and cries. He’ll be like “yeah? Yeah? What ya screaming my name for?” While he pounds into you

He’s the worst at serious sex. He always says something weird or awkward during it like “you want the marston special?” And if you bring it up he’ll be so bratty about it

Likes to pin you down. Even if he’s not being rough. He’ll hold your hips down or hands down while he kisses your neck.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He draws out everything. Like he’ll sit between your legs running a finger up and down your thighs while you beg and he’ll just whisper dirty things in your ear

kinda likes when you disobey him and he gets to spank you to make you “good” it riles him up so much

Sometimes he doesn’t do any work and he’ll just make you sit on his lap and ride him. Like he touches you but he won’t move his hips because he likes how desperate you get for him to take over.

Eye contact is a must. He’ll place soft bites on your wrist and ankles while making eye contact the whole time.

He likes to make you cry. Not the type of crying from when he’s mean but he likes when you get so overstimulated you cry.

Charles Smith

Loves to be the one to undress you. If you’re taking of your shirt he’s hands are quick to replace it and he insist he does it instead.

He cannot do quickies. He has to have you for over an hour and he makes sure it’s worth it.

Absolutely worships you. He can spend an hour just kissing you. It’s the worst and the best at the same time.

He likes when you leave marks on him. Like scratch marks, indents from your nails, bite marks, hickeys. It makes him feel so proud and he can’t take his mind off you when he sees them.

Likes to indulge in your kinks. he’s probably not the kinkiest but if you ask him to try out something he’s willing to and he usually does his best.

Javier Escuella

He likes to tell you what to do. He’ll tell you to flip over or to spread your legs and every time you obey him he gets even more turned on.

Loves to tease. He’ll tease you for hours, gently rubbing your thighs while you sit by the campfire, letting you sit in his lap while he lets you feel him harden under you, roughly grabs your hips while he slides behind you

Even though he likes to tell you what to do he loves when you tell him where to cum. He gets so eager.

He loves to stay in you after he finishes. Even if you asked him to finish somewhere else he’ll push himself back into you just to feel you.

Idk why I feel like he’s into temperature play. Like letting his knife get warm over a candle and then dragging the flat side over your skin.

Sean MacGuire

If you initiate intimacy he’s crumbling. He has the most active sex drive ever. Seeing you exist is a turn on for him so if you initiate it hes drooling over you.

Once he spilt his drink on you while y’all snuck off to have a quickie at a bar and now he’s addicted to drinking whiskey off of your skin.

He’s either real slow with foreplay, spreading your legs and putting you on full display for him or he’s super eager, bitting and pulling your clothes off.

He whines when y’all fuck but he refuses to admit that. He always says he groans like a man but in the moment he whimpers and whines in your ear.

Sometimes when he’s too excited he cums too fast and continues like it never happened. Like he’ll take a moment to catch his breath and then he’s back at it.

Lenny Summers

It’s rare he’s rough but sometimes he’s asks if he can “let loose” with you and it’s rough. His hands are gripping onto you and he’s just growling and grunting

Constantly pushes your hair out of your face to see you because he likes seeing your reactions. It gives him a huge confidence boost.

He likes for sex to be slow and sensual to make it more intimate but sometimes he gets too into it and he’ll press gentle kisses to the shell of your ear while he says stuff like “I promise next time I’ll be gentle”

His favorite position is missionary. It’s nearly impossible for him to stay in any other for long. Y’all can start with like cowgirl or doggy but as soon as he gets into it he flips you into missionary.

Sometimes he’ll beg but he always begs for something you’re already doing or he’ll just beg for you not to stop.

Kieran Duffy

His chest is so sensitive. If you even place your hands on his chest to brace yourself or just to pat his chest casually he’s holding back a whimper.

Gets so embarrassed when he’s turned on he doesn’t try to initiate it like others do he just slowly grinds himself against you.

He loves to bite the back of your neck when he’s behind you. He’ll slide his arms over your chest or waist and kinda nuzzle himself against your neck and just slowly bite your neck

Sometimes he doesn’t even take his pants off completely he’s so eager to have you. Like he’s able to pull himself out of his pants but they’re barely half way down his thighs (you usually have to take them all the way off)

He can barely make out anything when y’all are intimate. He’s just a whining mess. If he even gets anything out it’s probably him begging for something

Micah Bell

He LOVES embarrassing you. Like he’ll cover you in hickeys or not properly clean you up and make you walk around camp.

He makes you give him head while he’s busy. He likes the idea of you being a personal toy for him.

Doesn’t like when you’re automatically submissive. He thinks it takes all the fun out of it. He likes when you try to act all bratty.

He’s probably the most rough out of everyone but he doesn’t have an occasional gentle streak that he uses as a “treat” for you.

He gets too jealous sometimes so he asks you questions and makes you yell out his name like “so who’s fucking you like this tonight, whore? Me or him?”

Eagle Flies

Loves when his hair is pulled. It drives him crazy. the smallest tug makes him moan so loud.

No matter what position he needs to be close to you. His hands need to be on you and he needs to be able to kiss you, anywhere

He will say the most forward shit out of nowhere. Like he’ll have you in the most obscene position and he’ll say something like “wanna marry you one day.” Out of the blue

He whimpers when he’s about to finish. He’s not ashamed about it either.

Sex is one of his favorite ways to relieve stress but he makes sure you also feel good so he gives the best aftercare afterwards so you know he’s truly grateful

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hihomeghere · 2 months

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Fishing in the dark | Arthur Morgan / Reader

Word Count : 1.3k (a little guy) Summary : You and Arthur have a private evening away from camp on the Dakota River. Warnings/tags : Cursing, unprotected piv, talk of nudity (both male and female), cursing, reader can swim, s3x in the river, established relationship, set in chapter 3

The Dakota River was now your favorite place to be at sunset. The cool breeze coming off the sparkling water, your body cushioned by the bed of grass. The way the setting sun cast a golden light over everything it touched.

Getting away from the gang for a while had been Arthur’s greatest idea yet. After all that mess in Valentine had led you to Clemens point. Sat on the east coast of Flat Iron lake, near the town of Rhodes. Getting eaten alive by mosquitos while the heat of the Scarlett Meadows sun beat down on you.

And although you thought maybe a room in Rhodes would have been a better way to keep each other company, you couldn’t beat this view.

Arthur stood on the shore, fishing pole in hand. His tall silhouette dark against the golden light, his shadow growing longer on the rocks. What a sight, every subtle flick of his wrist, his bicep tensing and he pulled on the pole. You didn’t even know why he was still fishing so late. He had already caught dinner, which you had prepared over a small fire. While along the shore you had picked some burdock root and common bulrush for camp, knowing that Miss Grimshaw could find some use for the plants. At long last the sun fell below the horizon, a sliver of burnt amber spreading across the sky before being enveloped by a dark blue. The moon slowly rose above you. A beautiful yellow spotlight peeking through the trees.

Arthur stood, still as a statue, as though he was carved of marble. A wicked thought entered your head, slowly you moved to unlace your boots. Pulling them off until you could dig your toes into the grassy floor beneath you. Then you untied the strings to your skirt. Letting the fabric fall, along with your shirt. Leaving you standing in only your chemise, and it wasn’t long before that was discarded as well.

Arthur had heard the slight rustling of fabric behind him, but he was honestly too preoccupied with the pole in his hands. Enjoying the quiet serenity of the river. That was until you ran butt ass naked into it.

“Darlin!” He yelled his eyes widening in shock as your laughter joined the sound of water splashing.

“Come on cowboy!” You called submerged to your waist, your breasts above the water for any passersby to see. Maybe it wasn’t your best idea yet, the freezing water chilling your bones.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He chuckled, unfortunately amused by your actions even though he knew he shouldn’t be.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You called back, teeth chattering by the sudden drop in temperature.

“It looks like you’re giving anyone that passes through a free peep show.” He called his hand resting on his gun belt as he not so casually adjusted himself. You stepped back further into the dark water until only your shoulders and up were visible.

“When did you become such a prude?” You chided a teasing smile on your lips.

“When someone could lay eyes on my woman.” He said laying down his pole, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt a shiver run down your spine, whether it was from his words or the cold water you couldn’t tell.

“Well get in here and claim your woman before someone else does!” You called, a shit eating grin spreading across your face.

Arthur sighed, looking down as the brim of his hat shielded most of his face from you. Your grin only grew as he unbuckled his gun belt, letting it fall to the ground. He pulled his suspenders off his broad shoulders. He shook his head, his own grin growing on his face as he began to pull off his clothes.

“You’re gonna get it girl.” He warned, his eyes taking on a dark haze. His lips pulling back into a smirk, looking down at you like prey. An electric shock of anticipation ran up your body as he finally pulled off the last layer, his cock springing up against his stomach. He stepped forward, wading into the water. “Jesus!” He yelped, a shiver running through him.

“It’s not that bad!” You called with a laugh.

“Not that-“ He shook his head, “Christ I can’t feel my toes.” He muttered swimming over to you, his arm wrapping around you pulling you close. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you held onto his shoulders

“Hey there.” You grin, watching the water droplets run down his face.

“Howdy.” He muses, you place your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat against your palm.

“Still cold?” You ask sweetly.

“Very.” He chuckles.

“I think I could warm you up.” You say biting your lip.

“Please do.” He says softly as you lean forward. Your nose bumping against his as you stare him down. He leans forward pressing his lips against yours. His tongue swiping along your lower lip as he pressed you down onto his pelvis. Clenching around nothing as his cock bumped against the nub of your clit, a soft moan leaving your throat.

“I can feel that.” You said softly, biting your lip as you looked into his eyes.

“I’m sure you can.” His chest rumbling as he chuckled. He moved his hand from your waist and reached down between your legs. The tip of his length catching against your entrance. “Think you’re wet enough?” He teases, his teeth glinting in the moonlight as he smirks.

You bite back a rebuttal as he slips inside you with ease, he swallows your gasp as his mouth covers yours. Groaning into your mouth, a deep almost primal noise. One that sends pleasure shooting through your body. You whine as he pulls out slightly, only to press your body down onto his pelvis. His cock rubbing against that spot inside you.

He knows this dance like the back of his hand, how to make you tick, more specifically how to make you scream. The hand that’s not holding your hip with a vice like grip moves up your body, his hands splayed against your stomach. Before reaching up to cup your breast, pinching your nipple.

“Arthur.” You gasp, feeling him rut against you, growling against your neck like a wild animal.

“Feel so good darlin’.” He huffs against your neck, nipping and kissing as he continues his attack on your pussy. His cock thrusting deep strokes against your walls. Your body is buzzing, your toes curling as he brings you closer and closer to your peak. He can feel you flutter around him, his lips quirk up. He moves his hand down to between your legs, rubbing your clit.

You cry out, a pitiful noise as you cum around him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your brows knit together as your jaw hangs open. He smirks, tilting his head back as a low, shit, leaves his mouth.

His hips start to stutter as he pounds into you, trying to reach his orgasm while you’re still working through yours. He’s quick behind you, his hands holding you so close against him you’re sure you’ll have bruises. He thrusts into you one last time, a choked groan rumbling in his chest. You hold onto him as his dick twitches inside of you. Painting your insides with his seed. You smile up at him lazily, watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit darlin’.” He huffs, his chest rising and falling rapidly against your own. The bite of the water is no longer a thought as his warm body presses against yours.

“You warm now, cowboy?” You tease brushing your nose against this neck, pressing a kiss over his pulse point.

“Very.” He chuckles, “But I’d like to get my beautiful girl out of these waters now.” He says grabbing a handful of your ass before throwing you over his shoulder. “I ain’t done with you yet.”

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jqmiee · 5 months

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THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO

When Charles was burying Arthur a buck definitely went up to him and looked at him knowingly and he definitely shed a tear

Sadie often goes to her husband’s grave (if he has one) and plays the harmonica there, only for him to hear

Jack would often play with imaginary friends, he has one that oddly was like his dad before John cared to spend time with jack

After the events of red dead 1 jack kept John/Arthur’s journal, passing it down his family like an heirloom

Not too angsty but I hc Sadie to be bisexual because although she could never love another man because of her husband she gets small crushes on women from time to time

Bonnie def reminded john of Sadie. He missed her deeply along with Charles

Molly tried to get along with the other girls she really did but ended up accidentally insulting Mary-beth out of jealousy and didn’t try again since

When Hosea died Arthur killed the legendary bear and went to his grave just to sit there before going to sell the fur

The reason why John doesn’t have Arthur’s hat in rdr1 is because of that scene where you 100% the game I hc that he put arthur’s hat on his grave

Back in blackwater Jack met a girl there, whilst he can’t remember her face he had a crush on her. Only to never see his first crush again

Mary definitely writes about a certain someone in her stories. She just changes it up a bit. Oh? There’s this charming stable boy that everyone picks on as a side character? Wonder who it is…

Arthur saw his old self in Eagle Flies. Passionate, blinded by hatred and full of pride. In a way when Eagle flies died he felt like his old self did too

Mary still visits Arthur’s grave, bringing him flowers as she would talk to him about her life. Arthur was always such a good listener

Sometimes when Arthur bathes he zones out a bit just out of it. Then reaches to wash Copper only to remember that he’s no longer here anymore. Safe to say do not let this man bathe by himself because he’ll just get lost in his depressing thoughts

I was honestly sobbing as i typed that but uh don’t mind if there’s typos it’s 3:40am and i am too damn tired 😭😭

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salemwackysillyadventure · 9 days

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She Loves Me

Mature Rating; lots of smut (and fluff, ofc).

Pairing; Kieran Duffy, Mary-Beth Gaskill.

Warnings; feminization k1nk, explicit sexual content

Kieran was not used to the amount of attention on him; from both the men of the camp antagonizing him, to the wonderful woman that reads to him daily. Although not all the attention was good, he loved feeling *seen*. To exist to other people, it was a funny feeling to him that he felt from his head to his tummy. Mary-Beth took quite a liking to him from the start, and he will admit that he'd never quite got attention from any woman like that before. He truly didn't see what she saw in him, but he wouldn't dare complain.

From late nights, drifting off towards the edge of camp where no one would hear or bother the two; awkward cuddles, hesitant touches, gentle embraces. 'Can I kiss you?,' 'u-uhm, s-sure,' 'is it alright if I touch here?,' 'please do.'

Mary-Beth wished Kieran would see himself the way she sees him, the beautiful man he is to her. One night, she breaks the embrace to look down at the man before her. His icy gray eyes looking up at her through ridiculously long eyelashes- she was a bit jealous at how pretty they were. Though the man had troubles trusting others, he fully trusted his lover with him tonight. Eyes full of questions, he watched as her hand caressed his cheek, slowly running down his neck. He swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple jumping from the action- Mary-Beth knew then just how to spoil him.

"Do you trust me?"

Kieran met her eyes for a moment, nodding hid head as he allowed the woman above him to undress him. He shivered when his bare bottom met the cool night's air, but heat quickly rushing to his cheeks with the way Mary-Beth looked at him, like he was the most beautiful thing on earth. She wasted no time marking her lover, deep red bruises appearing all over his collarbone, and making their way towards the inner part of his thighs.

She held onto both his hands with tender ease, "Do you trust me, Kieran?"

Again, he nodded, head whirling in pleasure and barely able to speak a single word despite having only been kissed. Quickly breaking from his thoughts once he felt a soft finger pressing against his entrance, he whimpered in surprise- wild eyes looking up towards the woman. He could hear her say something, tuning back into reality when another hand met his cheek.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah," he pathetically replied, his cock aching as the finger inside of him stopped. Mary-Beth could sense the inner turmoil, a soft giggle escaping carefully glossed lips as she curled and pumped her single digit. Kieran was loosing his mind, biting his lip in order to stay quiet for his love- and a deep part of him wanted everyone to hear just how good she made him feel. The moment a second finger edged its way in, being quiet was the *last* thing Kieran thought of.

"Good girl, doin' so good for me, doll," Mary-Beth cooed, earning a whiny moan from the man below her. She had quickly discovered where his sweet spot was, and easily used it to her advantage; wanting to hear as much of her lover's cries of pleasure as she could.

"I-I'm gon--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Kieran was already pushed over the edge, spilling silky white all over his tummy. For some reason, this made him flush even deeper, as if the fingers buried in his ass wasn't the most humiliating thing- (he very much so enjoyed it.)

"Oh, sweet girl, made such a pretty mess for me," Mary-Beth admired her work from above, slowly removing her digits from her lover. Kieran could feel his cock twitch at the pet names, turning away from her in embarrassment.

The blonde woman gently eased him back to look at her, gently planting a kiss to his rough lips, "you did a good job. I'll clean you up."

#red dead redemption 2 #kieran duffy #mary beth gaskill #arthur morgan #john marston #red dead fandom #smut #rdr2 #fanfic #my writing #ficlet #mary beth rdr2

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Your First Time with the Van Der Linde boys

Get ready for your first time, but, with some of the most notorious outlaws of the west >:3

This one was requested by @kieropal

Don’t you worry! The chubby reader drabble requested by @mrsarthurmorgan7 will be coming out later tonight too!

Obviously this is a lil NSFW so under the cut and 18+!

Arthur Morgan

First things first Arthur because BArK

Oh boy.

Oh boy, oh boy.

Poor, poor broken hearted and mentally ill Arthur.

When you tell him that you haven’t done the deed yet he isn’t at all upset that you haven’t done it, rather he’s upset you’ve decided you want him as your first.

I mean.

He’s Arthur, of course he’s gonna sit here and tell you that he’s not good enough.

He’s gonna sit and go “You should be with someone better than me, especially for your first time. They’ll do better than I can, I don’t even know if I’ll please you.”

But, after enough reassurance that you do in fact love him, and that his mannerisms alone are enough to get you hot and bothered he’s willing to give it a try, but don’t you DARE think that he’s not gonna ask you how you’re feeling through the whole thing.

The BIG night comes around.

He’s a wreck

Sweating before he’s...well supposed to be sweating.

Afraid that he’s gonna disappoint you, and I mean, it’s been a very long time since he’s done the hanky panky.

The good ol’ horizontal tango.

The devil’s dance

After Mary? He had a string of one night stands to try to forget her but they never went anywhere and after that-

it was almost a 10 year dry spell, besides his hand anyway.

He obviously doesn’t know how long he’ll actually last, and he’s not sure he remembers any of his techniques.

After you relax him, or rather work him up with an amazing makeout session, your hands all over him, he’s forgotten most of his issues.

It isn’t until he’s gotten your clothes off and you’re fully exposed to him that he panics again.

You have to guide him, he’s too nervous to do it himself, so taking your hand you grab his wrist and gently place his hand on your breast.

From there he feels like he has permission and goes kinda ham with the touching.

He’s so nervous and red in the face the whole time, making sure you like the way he’s doing things.

When it gets to the nitty gritty he’s gentle as he possibly can be.

He doesn’t want to hurt you, and he thinks that you’re exaggerating when you tell him how big he is but nonetheless he takes it into consideration and does his best to ease you into movement.

While the two of you are basically cockwarming he’s doing nothing but offering you kisses, all over your face, your neck, whispering nothing but sweet things in your ear the whole time.

When he does get things moving?

Holy shit

You literally are blown away.

Not only is he fantastic with his mouth, but he knows EXACTLY how to fucking use his body.

And with all the sound you make

The whole camp is gonna know what happened and who had you, and that gives Arthur a MAJOR boost, and that nervousness dies a little and he’s driven on.

He pulls out obviously, especially with it being your first time, and when the two of you finish, (Him first to his embarrassment but he doesn’t leave you hanging by any means) he cleans you up and pulls you close

He asks a bunch of times if you liked it, but most of them are groggy.

He’s half asleep the moment he gets settled, and he falls fully asleep with you running your fingers through his hair.

Accurate representation of Kieran

Kieran this poor man.

If anyone has more anxiety than Arthur Morgan?

It’s him.

Look at him?

You think he’s a top?

he’s gotta figure out HOW to TOP

When you tell him

“Hey, I love you, don’t freak out, but this will be my first time.”

He absolutely does not listen to you and does in fact

freak out

He asks you if you’re absolutely sure that you want him to be your first, or that you want to do it with him in general

and you tell him OF COURSE

and he’s like 99 percent sure that you’re lying to him, but he goes with it.

The whole week leading up to your night he nearly avoids you, just because if he imagines your faces and such he feels like a dirty man.

After you realize this you sit him down and have talk.

Telling him that what he feels is normal, and it’s especially normal to feel that way towards someone you’re with.

Then you explain to him that it actually flatters you that he’d think of you like that.

From there he gets a little red in the face, and then

TheN

things begin to get a little steamy.

You’d planned on going out of camp

but things got a little heated, you started off comforting him, but somehow you ended up kissing him, and that kissing led to a little more kissing, and that led to a little more touching...

By the time the two of you are naked you’re completely unaware of how it happened.

When its time for warm ups?

He’s actually a lot more skilled than he lets on.

He’s a little slow, and way too nervous to do ANYTHING until you guide him and tell him that its okay a couple of times but...

He knows what he’s doing to an extent.

He needs guidance for sure, just like any guy, but somewhere along the line he learned a thing or two.

Now, when the main event comes up-

Wooo

he’s even more nervous, but coupled with that nervousness he’s got a hard on and one wins out over the other.

However.

He requests that you take the lead.

It’s your first time, and he wants you to be happy with the way things go, and for that to happen you need to dictate what goes on.

He asks that you choose what to do

That and he’s a bottom of course

I’m kidding he tops sometimes, but for his first time with you he totally wants you to have all the control so it goes exactly how you’d like.

He’s very whiny throughout the whole thing.

Not in like a bad way, in a ‘he’s so horny for you it’s not funny and he just can’t not make that sound’ kind of way

With you riding him and his hands on your hips the night goes pretty smoothly.

He follows every order you give him fantastically.

And when you two are finished he cleans you up as gently as he can, but then he’s hit with all of his insecurities that had disappeared in his throws of PASSION

He’ll ask over and over again if you’re alright, and call himself an idiot for not asking earlier.

He feels so embarrassed that he did that and that he didn’t ask how you were feeling or that he didn’t make sure absolutely everything was okay.

But you reassure him that you had a great time and that you’d love to do it again with him later, but you’re half asleep and he doesn’t really believe you.

You pull him to your chest and make him lay his head on your collar bone and you just run your hand through his hair, and hold him close.

He settles down a little then but will ask one more time if you’re sure you were okay and that it was good.

And again you tell him how much you enjoyed it and eventually the poor guy passes out in your arms.

IT”S ARTHUR’S BOYFRIEND

Oh Charles, the only man in camp who isn’t completely overcome with anxiety when he breaths.

Well besides Dutch, but that’s just because he’s cocky.

When you tell him it’s your first time, he’s not at all nervous.

He smiles at you and asks if you’re absolutely positive you want this, and that he’s the guy you want to be the one to take something so precious.

When you say yes that’s the end of the conversation. He’s asked you and you told him yes, unless you come to him and tell him otherwise he will go about his day with plans in his head for you.

He will be very loving towards you leading up to it, which he usually is anyway, I mean, not in front of the gang, but in private.

He’s always kind and he will mention to you that he will do his best to make the night a good one for you.

He’ll take you to the nicest hotel he can find for you. More than likely the one in Saint Denis.

While the city itself is gross and horrible and he wished his didn’t have take you through there, but the hotel is good, and that’s where he’s gonna take you.

When the two of you get there and get to the room this man takes his time.

Of course before he even kisses you he does ask that you are absolutely sure that this is what you want.

When you say yes all is a go.

He’s sweet and tender, and he goes slowly too, taking his time to kiss over your entire body and make sure that you know how he feels about you and what he loves about you.

He gets you warmed up and excited easily, and you let him know that, you tell him exactly what he does that turns you on, and he makes a mental note of every single thing that you tell him.

He wants to go rough with you at a different time, but now is not that time.

When you finally start begging him to have him rather than all the foreplay he caves and does just what you ask.

He is slow here too, stretching you to accommodate because like Arthur he’s fairly big himself.

When you do get used to him the two of you move in tandem and he moves at a good pace, slow but not too slow, and the night seems to last forever, but you do not mind in the SLIGHTESt.

When the two of you finish he wipes you clean, but not too clean, because he then takes you to the adjacent room and the two of you take a nice relaxing bath together

The only reason that you don’t fall asleep in there is because he’s there to wake you when he needs to.

When you go to bed you fall asleep with his strong arms around your waist and you smile in your sleep, which he remembers for the rest of his life.

I am not a dutch girl but look at his lil leggys

Dutch is a different man, one of a different caliber.

So when you tell him that you want him to be your first

he is

EXCITED

he’s ecstatic

The idea that he is the one

HIM

IT’s

HIM

he gets to do it, he’s poppin the cherry, he gets to make you BUCK WILD

he loses it

of course he promises that he’ll make it good and that he’ll be nice to you, but he is extremely excited to do this with you.

He does love you, really he does, he’s just a bit of a, well a chad to be real

He does in fact make sure that the night will be ABSOLUTELY perfect for you.

The best hotel, the theater, anything and everything high class, he even wears a suit.

And unlike Charles he isnt a gentleman, so when it comes time for business it’s bath first and then bed.

And the bath is where things get heated.

He starts with kissing you on the shoulders, on the neck, something innocent, but his hands are travelling lower than they should have, and by the time you realize it you’re far too excited to say no to him.

He tells you, you have to be quiet otherwise the two of you will be thrown out.

And he tells you that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

He does a lot of sweet talking to you, working you up, using his fingers just the right way.

When you feel his hardness on your ass you take things into your own hands

figuratively this time

and take it upon yourself to move and settle yourself onto him.

From there he takes the lead and you know you’re gonna have bruises on your hips from where he’d gripped you.

He ends the night with actually cleaning you off in the bath, you know, what it’s supposed to be used for, and then takes you to the bedroom where the two of you go for round two because Dutch is still hyped up on the fact that the only cock that’s ever been in you has been his.

Finally after round two you’re too tired and too bruised to go another round, but it’s a happy, hazy kind of tired and bruised.

He smokes a cigar and then before you know it he’s spooning you to sleep.

OKAY

I really liked doing these y’all!

Let me know if anyone would like some of the other men in camp

idk why these ones specifically I just kinda

CHOSE

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I’m a slut for semi-public sex and I know you’ve written multiple fics for this but what if Arthur X reader actually get caught instead of almost 👀

Caught

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

"Far enough" from camp is not far enough.

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Your giggles are drowned out by the kisses that Arthur showers upon your lips as the two of you stumble further into the wooded area outside the camp, along the shores of Flat Iron Lake.

“Think this-,” You pant, “Is far enough?”

Arthur presses his lips to your jaw, “Depends how loud you’re gonna be.” He drawls playfully as he starts to pull up your skirts.

His groan, however, is what you shush when he moves one hand between your legs.

“No drawers? You naughty little thing you.” He hoarsely grits out as he cups your whole cunt in his palm, warm to the touch and making you gasp.

All you can do is smile coquettishly as you step back from him and lay yourself down in the grass, pulling your skirts up past your hips and swinging your legs open, “C’mere, cowboy.”

Arthur is down on his knees in an instant, undoing his pants and drawing out his already hard length. At least he had the wherewithal before to strip himself of his gunbelt in his tent before finding you and dragging you into the woods as nighttime fell across the camp.

In a tangle of limbs and clothing, you moan as he sinks his cock into your heat, with the practiced familiarity of a lover, one so knowledgeable about your body that he know’s he’s wound you up enough for him.

Arthur balances on his forearms above you as he starts to roll his hips, and you throw your arms around his shoulders as you whine with each cant into your body, completely losing yourselves in each other’s passion.

Until you are interrupted, that is.

A gun clicks in between your gasping breaths. Arthur stops mid-thrust and you both slowly turn your head in the direction of the sound.

A revolver is pointed at Arthur’s frame, its barrel shaking in the moonlight. Now that you look at it, the whole gun is shaking. Actually, the person holding the gun is shaking.

You scream for a moment before Arthur places his hand over your mouth and snarls at the intruder.

“You’ve got three seconds to put that gun down and get the hell out of here, boy.”

Poor Kieran Duffy immediately points the gun at the ground and steps backward, his skin pale and his figure trembling even more than usual.

“One,” Arthur growls, pushing up on his arm to loom over you. He releases his hand from your mouth and you look fearfully at Kieran with wide, frightful eyes. Arthur places his hands on either side of your neck in the grass. His cock twitches slightly, still halfway buried in your cunt.

“Two.”

As he grits out the word, his hips press forward, and your head turns up to face him, incredulous at his audacity, but you cannot stop the moan from escaping your throat as his cock carves deep inside you, your hips being pushed forward by his own. He no longer glares at the intruder, staring down at you with a feral, dark hunger set into his features.

He takes a breath, looking back up at Kieran, who has finally found his feet and starts backpedaling. Without looking away, he draws his hips back and forcefully, quickly thrusts down into you, making your neck arch as you throw back your head and scream.

Kieran stumbles back through the bushes and is finally out of sight.

Arthur snarls again, his fingers digging into the grass by your head.

“ ‘M gonna,” he thrusts hard into you again, making you cry out, “kill that damn-” thrust, “O’Driscoll-”

Each and every roll of his hips slams you into the ground, and you shamelessly cry out each time the tip of his cock hits that spot within you, so deep you could swear you could feel him in your guts.

“Arthur-!”

He groans aloud as he grinds his hips into yours as you clutch around him, keening his name as you come. Arthur follows you over the edge, releasing deep in your cunt.

As you regain your senses, you clutch at him, rubbing reassuringly at his forearms as he pants atop you. The deep set lines of aggravation along his forehead haven’t dissipated.

“Arthur-…” you whisper softly, gently, trying to calm him down. You know that look in his eye, the look he gets when he has a job, when the ruthless outlaw surfaces.

He extricates himself from your hips and leans back on his knees, tucking himself away as he rebuttons his pants.

Arthur does not look at you as you press yourself up to sit, your free hand pulling your skirts down to your knees, at the very least.

“Arthur.” A little more force behind your voice this time.

His gaze meets yours, and you can see his jaw working as he mumbles, “Mhm.”

“Don’t do anythin’ to him.”

Arthur grunts noncommittally in response.

“Arthur.” You reach forward and place your hand on his chest, “I’m serious.”

Pushing himself up from his knees, he brushes the grass off his pants before holding his hand out to pull you up.

“Fine.”

He pulls you up and you immediately wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his chest in some kind of hope to break the aggravation he’s fallen into. You tip your head back and lay your chin on his sternum, trying to appear cute as you blink up at him.

He leans down and places his lips on yours as he wraps his arms around you in a conciliatory manner. You smile into the kiss.

You pull back a step and wring your hands slightly, “Promise you won’t do anythin’ to him?”

He grabs your hand and places his lips against the back of it, “Promise.”

You smile again at him, and as he lets go of your hand, you lean up and kiss him on the cheek, your lips scratched gently by his short beard.

“I’m gonna head to sleep then, g’d night, Arthur.” You say with a yawn, stepping backward away from him.

“G’d night, Darlin’.”

Arthur watches you walk back to the camp, and immediately the scowl returns to his face. He leans over to pick up his hat from the ground, places it on his head, and stalks in the other direction.

Kieran Duffy knows he’s in for it. He knows he’s on thin ice with Arthur, even if he had saved his hide at Six Points. Of all people to stumble upon… why did it have to be the damn enforcer of the gang?

He makes himself scarce around the camp that night, staying even closer to the horses’ hitching posts than he usually does, dragging his bedroll to the other side of where the horses are circled up from the camp.

Maybe Arthur wouldn’t find him if he stayed real quiet in the night.

“O’Driscoll!”

Maybe he was the unluckiest goddamn fool in the world.

The aforementioned enforcer of the Van der Linde gang stalks toward him, anger radiating off of his frame. Kieran is able to make it all of two steps backward before the wind gets knocked out of him. Arthur slams Kieran back into the tree behind him, his hands clamped on Kieran’s shoulders, easily holding the smaller man inches above the ground.

“If I even see you lookin’ in her direction, O’Driscoll - you’re gonna wish I let Bill geld you.” Arthur snarls at Kieran, who nods, terrified, his hat falling to the ground and rolling several feet away on its rim.

“Got it?” Arthur pushes Kieran’s shoulders back into the tree again, unimpressed by his lack of answer.

“G-got it, M-mister Morgan.” Kieran stutters, and crumbles to the ground as Arthur lets go of his shoulders.

“You should be thankful I promised her I wouldn’t hurt you, O’Driscoll. She’s a far better person than I am.” Arthur turns dismissively back to camp, leaving Kieran a stuttering heap of unlucky limbs against the trunk of the tree.

Kieran lets out a long breath, watching Arthur return toward the lantern lights of the camp.

Unlucky fool indeed.

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Boys’ Night: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

Dutch Van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, Sean MacGuire, Kieran Duffy, Javier Esquella

Fictober Prompt: Day 31, Orgy Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Orgy, threesomes, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, oral sex, blow jobs, rough sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Sean’s drunken mind, marking, viagra-esc tonics, almost everyone is passed around to everyone else, Reader takes both top and bottom roles Summary: Sean has an idea that leads most of the boys in the gang to a damn fun time.

Sean, in his mildly drunken wisdom, decided that a boys’ night needs more than just poker, five finger filet, and songs. With most of the older folks and women out of camp for a special con, Sean knows his only hindrance might be Dutch. So he enlists the best sycophant he’s ever met.

“Can’t tell me it won’t be fun.” Sean grins. “All a’ us-“

“I ain’t gonna be a part a’ some invert orgy.” Micah mutters.

Sean leans closer. “Oh, really? Even if a certain cowpoke’s involved?”

Micah glares up at Sean from his seat by the scout fire, then follows the Irishman’s eyes to the filet table. There you stand, arms crossed as you watch Morgan and Marston play. And Micah might be able to turn it down, let his senses say no again, but then Dutch leans a little closer and whispers something in your ear. Micah’s head swims with lewd images of the two men he finds himself pining for in his alone time despite his best efforts.

“Fine.” He snaps, holstering his gun and glaring at Sean. “But ain’t no one ta know ‘bout this, understand that?”

Sean grins with a little chuckle. “Ya mean ‘side from the boys fuckin’ ya?”

Micah’s fists clench at his sides, but he stops himself from punching Sean. He’s in too deep at this point, half hard in his pants and more frustrated than he’s ever been. “Shut yer damn mouth, cowboy, ‘for I decide ta leave ya with blue balls.”

Sean puts his hands up, giggling to himself. “Got it, big man.”

Micah stomps off and Sean watches him carefully. The blond makes his way over to Dutch, coaxing him away from the table and back to the fire. This might be easier than he thought.

Dutch is skeptical at first, concerned about how the gang might take such a proposition. But with Micah’s easy words, Sean watches the gang leader become so much more comfortable with the idea of the gang doing this for bonding and morale.

And the word spreads fast.

Folks are a little nervous at first, shuffling and unsure. Plenty of pining goes around camp on the average day, but being given the green light is a little daunting. So, Dutch being Dutch, he makes the first move. Shedding the hat from the blond’s head, Dutch pulls Micah into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Most of the gang watches as he walks Micah back into the filet table and lets his hands wander. Sean gets the next burst of confidence, practically lunging to kiss Lenny. John bursts out laughing when they fall onto the ground together, but he’s silenced quickly by Javier. Then Bill sheepishly cups Kieran’s face before the former O’Driscoll puts his arms over Bill’s shoulders and kisses him as if he’s been waiting to for years. It’s only yourself, Charles, and Arthur left standing in the midst of the mess, looking around at the others of the gang in various states of intimacy and undress.

Arthur clears his throat, the red of his face only getting worse as he glances around. “Well… suppose…”

You look over at him, those pretty eyes staring back at you. “You…uh, you wanna…?”

There’s a weight on your shoulder and you turn to see Charles, his other hand held out towards Arthur. The workhorse dips his head, his hat hiding his face as he steps forward and takes Charles’s hand.

“We could go somewhere a little private.” Charles suggests, nodding towards Arthur’s tent.

The thought is comforting, making your pounding heart calm a bit. Most others have simply started at their partners where they happened to fall. Only Bill and Kieran have moved behind the chuck wagon. Sean nearly has Lenny out of his pants on the ground, Javier is shamelessly grinding into John against the tree, Dutch has Micah surprisingly whimpering at the attention he gets, Charles simply leads you and a bashful Arthur away from the others.

Arthur sits on his cot, rubbing a hand down his face as he takes a breath. You don’t blame him given the circumstances.

“We don’t have to.” Charles says, sitting next to him with a kind hand on his shoulder. “Just because Dutch said it would be a good idea, doesn’t make it true.”

Arthur shakes his head. “No… I been…” He sighs. “Been wantin’ somethin; fer a while.” His hand reaches up to hold Charles’s on his shoulder, his eyes finding yours as they scrunch from a smile. “Guess I got a dirty mind.”

You chuckle lightly at the joke, happily taking Charles’s hand again as he pulls you into his lap. Charles kisses you softly, one of his hands on your waist. You gasp, pulling back slightly, when he starts to rut against you with a half-hard dick. Arthur has moved behind Charles, kissing at his neck while his hands lift up his shirt. Charles’s chest is broad and built, firm to the touch when you rest your hands on him. You watch Arthur’s hand move, twisting into your shirt to pull you forward. You’re pressed flush against Charles as Arthur kisses you over the other man’s shoulder. It’s Charles’s turn to give neck kisses now, his hands firmly holding your hips so you grind down into him.

“I want ya.” Arthur mutters against your lips. “Ya wanna fuck me, partner?”

You nod, kissing him again.

“What do you want from me?” Charles asks, his hand tilting Arthurs head so they can look at each other over his shoulder.

Arthur’s breath hitches as he looks at the man. “I… I wanna suck ya off, Charles.”

Charles smiles and that in itself is a slight. “Of course you do.”

The three of you move, hands guiding and wandering as clothes are shed. In the distance, Sean can be heard begging and groaning, there’s some curse shouted in Spanish, and the camp echos with skin slapping skin and the slurping, popping, and smacking of spit. It’s all overwhelming and you try to focus on what’s in front of you.

Arthur’s on his back, Charles nearly sitting on his chest as his dick is sucked. You’ve already spread Arthur’s legs, the tube of gun oil feeling heavy in your hand. You open it quickly, spilling half of it before getting your fingers covered and entering Arthur. In front of you, Charles throws his head back with a deep groan as his hips begin to stutter and fuck into Arthur’s mouth. You can’t help your free hand pumping yourself as you watch, your other scissoring Arthur open. It’s premature, you know it is, but you can’t take it anymore. You should stretch him more, but your dick aches in your hand and you retract your hands to grip Arthur’s hips instead.

You press into him and hear a muffled moan as Charles shivers from the vibrations it brings. Both of you still, giving Arthur time. You watch his hand grip at Charles’s hip, pulling him forward. Charles sits up, propping himself on the box behind Arthur’s cot so he can get the proper angle to fuck down into Arthur’s mouth. You start your pace, rough and fast like Charles. Arthur’s legs shake as he wraps them around your waist, his hand squeezing at Charles’s ass. You wish you could see their faces, but you can imagine. Charles’s is likely twisted in pleasure and concentration, Arthur’s might be slobbery and tear stained.

It’s Arthur that comes first, his dick untouched as it releases a flood of cum onto his stomach, a few spurts hitting Charles’s ass. Arthur’s body goes still as he whines, being used as a set of holes by now. Charles is next and you watch the bounce of his ass lose its nice rhythm as he shoots his release down Arthur’s throat. Charles seems to bury himself deep and Arthur grips his hips as he swallows what he’s given. You double your efforts, wanting to fill Arthur from both ends. You gaze falls downwards to watch yourself fuck into Arthur’s tight hole. Charles catches you off guard, tilting your head up for a kiss as he straddles Arthur’s stomach. His hand reaches down, passing your furious thrusting to fondle at your balls as they bounce off of Arthur. The heat builds fast and you release just as Charles bites at your lip.

When you let go of Arthur’s hips, he falls back down to his cot completely. Charles continues to kiss you as you pull out, smiling into it. You can hear Arthur’s labored breaths beneath you and you’re so in your own head that you don’t register the footsteps.

“Mind if I try somethin’, fellas?”

You turn from Charles to see Micah leaning against Arthur’s shaving stand. He only has his red shirt on, half buttoned, and a smirk rests on his face. Charles’s hand has yet to leave your balls and you feel him squeezing slightly as his other turns your head back to him for another kiss, silently telling you to ignore Micah.

“Aw, come on, Smith.” Micah drawls. “Lemme have a turn.”

Charles pulls back, his lips wetted and dark from all the kissing. “A turn?”

You hear Micah take a step forward and Charles moves fast. He leaves you and you nearly fall onto Arthur, only just catching yourself before collision. You look over your shoulder to watch Charles push Micah down to bend over Arthur’s weapon’s chest. A new pool of heat starts when Charles sucks on his fingers before shoving them into Micah, eliciting a moan from the older man.

“Shit…” Arthur mutters under you.

You turn to look down at him, chuckling. “Don’t think it’s what he had in mind.”

Arthur smirks. “Yeah, I doubt it.”

His hand finds the back of your neck and pulls you down for a kiss. Micah’s whimpers and curses fill the tent and you feel yourself getting hard again. Arthur grunts against you, pressing up until he brushes his dick to yours.

“‘m gettin’ too old fer this.” He mutters, blushing at his still soft dick.

Behind you, Micah gasps and you look back to watch him bury his face in his arm as Charles enters him roughly. Charles thrusts like a beast, fucking every last pathetic noise he can out of Micah. Kind of serves him right.

“C-Charlie…” Micah gasps, his voice light and breathless. “Ah! Fuck…”

Arthur hisses, his hand wrapping around his dick and trying to get himself going again. You trail your hand down, helping him stroke himself, but to no avail. After a few seconds a bottle lands beside Arthur on the cot, a tonic bottle. You look up as Arthur cranes his neck in the same direction. Standing to the side is Bill, a timid looking Kieran right behind him. Both of them are bare besides a blanket draped over Kieran’s shoulders.

“It helps.” Bill mutters, his eyes trailing over to watch Charles and Micah for a moment. “Works fer whiskey dick at least.”

Arthur looks the other outlaw up and down strangely. “Thanks.”

Bill clears his throat. “Ya wanna trade, Morgan?”

You look down at Arthur who glances between you and Kieran. He catches your nod before looking at Bill. “Sure.”

Kieran steps forward, a sheepish grin on his face. You give Arthur a final kiss before standing. As you pass him, you chance giving Kieran a kiss and he accepts it, melting into you for the few seconds it lasts. When you pull away and turn to Bill, the large man has taken himself in his hand at the sight. Your eyes catch on that motion, swallowing thickly at the size, nearly as big as Charles. You find the sense to step closer to Bill and kiss him. Behind you, Kieran squeaks from something and Arthur mumbles an apology. Bill’s hands find your hips, pulling you against him well enough to smush your dicks together between your stomachs.

Charles practically growls behind you and you hear Micah gasp again. “How’s that for a darkie, Micah?”

There’s a thud and you imagine Charles let Micah go or maybe even threw him on the ground. A few beats later, Sean calls out to Charles with a drunken shake to his voice. Bill pulls you with him, keeping his lips busy on your neck until he turns you around to bend you over Staruss’s little table. Bill fumbles, finding a tonic on the ground and pouring it over his hand before he pushes his fingers inside. You spread your legs for him, raising your ass a bit now that you’ve lost whatever care for shame you had at the start of all of this.

“Gentlemen.” Dutch greets, settling himself against the tree behind the two of you. “Don’t mind me.”

Bill’s finger’s stall for a moment, likely nervous about fucking someone in front of his boss, but he continues after a few seconds. You try not to think about Dutch watching you, feeling that same set of performance nerves. Bill fumbles more as he moves, spreading your ass cheeks apart with one hand as he guides himself inside. Both of you groan as he enters and pushes himself in fully. Bill leans forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he starts thrusting. You fix your feet steady on the ground when the table under you shakes from the combined weight. Bill’s thrusts are moderate and steady, hitting deep and brushing heavenly every time.

There’s a small groan, sounding like Kieran, that makes you shiver when you think about what Arthur is doing to him. A few more thrusts from Bill makes you grip the table tighter as your legs feel shaky. Then there’s a shout of Spanish with Charles’s name mixed in. Bill’s hands wander up your body a bit, caressing your sides as he keeps up his steady fucking. A low groan reminds you that Dutch is watching and you have half a mind to look back at him, but Bill picks up his speed and you bury your face into your arm instead. Bill’s climax pumps you full, the trickling feeling distinct as his dick already starts to push the excess out with a few final thrusts.

Only a moment after Bill has stepped back there are hands on your hips. Sean pulls you to him, falling to his knees in front of you and taking you in his mouth too fast for you to think. Your hands go to his soft hair and he relents immediately, letting you fuck his mouth without question.

“Arthur!” Kieran cries somewhere in the background.

Behind you, hands grip your hips as kisses are pressed to your neck. The tickle of a mustache tells you it’s likely Javier, but you’re too occupied with fucking Sean’s willing mouth to think further. You release for the second time, letting Sean take everything you have. In the midst of your high, Javier presses inside of you and starts fucking without inhabition. His hands on your waist hold you still, his lips beginning to suck in a mark to your neck. Sean stands, grinning at you before he runs over to Arthur and all but jumps on the older man’s dick. Javier wraps his arms around you, filling your ears with mumbled Spanish that is slurred by ecstasy.

Your eyes move around camp, finding several things to admire. Bill has Micah in his lap, stroking him with one hand and fingering him with another. John and Lenny each have each other in hand as they kiss, Charles watching them from the campfire. Dutch has Kieran on the ground, fucking him roughly as he mutters about O’Driscolls but Kieran moans all the same. Arthur stares from afar, Sean bouncing on his dick as he watches the sight of Javier finally burying himself deep and mixing his cum deep inside of you with Bill’s.

“You’re so warm, cariño.” Javier mutters in your ear before he chuckles. “Who’re you seeing next?”

“Not sure.” You take a few breaths. “Haven’t seen half of them yet.”

Javier pulls himself out, causing the mixed cum to leak out. “John’s a good hole, dirty mouth too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You turn in time for Javier to kiss you before he heads over to Arthur, teasing words spilling out as he climbs onto the older man’s lap to replace a spent Sean. When you turn back, Dutch is a few feet away. He beckons, gesturing to the ground and some part of wanting to please your boss makes you sink to your knees without question. Dutch guides his dick to your lips and, once again, you don’t hesitate. You only get a few bobs in before Dutch clutches at your head, beginning to use you without care.

“Shit!” Bill yells, not sounding pleased. “Wagons!”

Dutch pulls you off and you turn your head to peer through the trees. Glimpses of horses, a few colorful dresses… shit indeed. Everyone scrambles, hiding in tents, pulling clothes back on, trying to clean up cum from various surfaces. You all but fall into your tent, rummaging for at least a union suit or some kind of underwear. Pants, you find pants and pull them on.

“Dutch…” Hosea calls. “What’s gone on here?”

From your tent you can see Bill hiding behind a tree, not a thing covering him. Dutch comes out of his tent, somehow fully dressed, and greets Hosea as if he hasn’t fucked half of his men in the last hour. Miss Grimshaw looks around, sniffing with a crease in her brow for a moment. She’s distracted by Tilly asking a question and you take the opportunity to grab the union suit you know to be Bill’s on the ground in front of you before running over to him in the trees.

“Owe ya.” He mutters, pulling on the covering.

You nod, turning to leave, but Bill catches your arm and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek. You give him a smile before circling around the trees, acting like you’d gone out to piss. Passing Lenny and Sean hiding out by the lake with a single fishing pole as an excuse, you sneak as best you can to Arthur’s tent. As if expecting you, a half dressed Arthur with a bulge in his pants, hands you the clothes you’d shed earlier. You dress the rest of the way next to the munitions, eyes checking for onlookers on occasion.

The camp settles, the secret kept. Everything is well and most of the boys have elected not to bring it up, others whisper and snicker about it. It’s dark when Micah sits next to you and you look at him, finding flushed cheeks for only a moment before he kisses you. It’s surprisingly soft despite the chapped and bruised lips. He pulls back, glancing to see if anyone saw before looking back at you with a sparkle in his blue eyes.

“Didn’t get the chance, cowpoke.”

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cowboyfromh3ll · 5 months

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Can I request headcanons for kinks or turn ons for Kieran? It could just be small things reader does that flips a switch in him, haha.

Love your writing by the way!

Kinks/Turn-Ons For Kieran Duffy

Thank you. I'm glad you enjoy my writing

Warnings: smut, praise kink

That man is so pathetic and whimpery come on

We all know he's not dominant at ALL

So he definitely likes an assertive yet sweet woman

LOVES praise. This man has been degraded his entire life so to hear such wonderful words from you? He can't help being turned on

But also if you're more outspoken and direct than him? Perfect combination

He's so used to being put in embarrassing situations so he'd probably like it if you put him in similar situations. Probably to feel some sort of sense of control or power for once

Though he probably likes it when you lead him through things

It doesn't even have to be a sexual thing, he'll just love it when you talk him through something or help him and he's already blushing

Probably allows you to do all the work

One of his favorite fantasies is you stroking his cock while singing praise to him and telling him how good he's been

Just praise him, he needs it

Likes it when you place your hand on his thigh disceretly

Like under a table surrounded by a group, or while you're chilling together in your tent and you pass it off as nothing

He just sees it as very assertive and he likes it, especially if you rub his thigh or squeeze it

In a modern setting, you're the one with a hand on his thigh while you drive

Lingering touches or head pats probably have him wondering if you're trying to signal something

Also between ass or tits he's a tits man

Anything that's form fitting to your chest, or on days you show off cleavage, he's sweating

Whenever he touches your chest he acts like he just touched a hot stove and gets scared to touch again

Just guide him, he'll get the hang of it eventually. But he likes the guidance.

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tempting-andromeda · 8 months

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Fuck it writing for rdr2 now

Nsfw headcanons

Warning: smut, knife play, somnophilia, power dynamic, spanking, hair pulling, bruises.

Characters

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy,Micah Bell, and Eagle Flies.

Arthur Morgan

He likes for sex to be intimate but he gets a rise out of things escalating. Like you two are in bed about to sleep but like 20 minutes later your legs are over his shoulders and he’s shushing you to stay quite.

He doesn’t force moments between you two he likes when it’s natural.

He laughs softly at you if you get too eager for him. He teases you and degrades you for it softly like “Really? This desperate for me? Guess I gotta give you a good time don’t I, Girl/boy.”

He likes to hear you talk during it even if it's just jumbled moans. He'll ask you questions like “That feel good?” and he likes a response but he doesn't force it (unless he's being rough then he'll stop moving and make you reply)

Sex is personal for him so he likes to make you feel good and sometimes he completely forgets about himself.

John Marston

He likes being in control but simultaneously he likes when you’re in control as well. He’s a complicated man.

He’s so fucking eager. Sometimes he forgets about foreplay but once he remembers he focuses on making you finish until you’re barely able to take him.

He’s real into dirty talk. He simply cannot shut up. He’s between your legs describing how you taste.

He has a high sex drive yet he cums quickly. He goes multiple rounds to make up for it though.

He’s so sensitive. He tries to pretend he’s not but after a while he starts begging you to bite his neck or use your mouth on him.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He likes a power dynamic. He likes being dominant and he doesn’t like that changing. If you try to top or be dominant he sees it as a challenge.

He’s into humiliating you but he doesn’t like bringing it out of the bedroom. He likes seeing you on your knees as he sits in a chair and he likes making you beg to suck him off.

He likes brats. He’s into the challenge and he likes making them submissive. It’s a huge thing for him if you act all bratty.

He likes to lightly smack you but doesn’t actually apply pressure unless he’s spanking you. Like if you back talk or something he grabs your face and uses a stern voice and after you say “yes sir” he lightly taps your face.

Really likes to stand back and admire you after he’s done with you. Looking at your panting frame and fucked out face. It makes him so proud. If he could he’d have a picture of it.

Charles Smith

He’s super into passionate slow sex. Pressing his forehead against your chest as he praises you but sometimes he can’t seem to hold himself back and he fucks like his life depends on it.

Like he’ll have your legs spread in a nearly humiliating way but he’s complimenting you the whole time, praising your very existence.

He likes when you wrap your legs around his waist. It makes him feel like you’re desperate for him as well and it drives him crazy.

He’s a munch. No doubt about it. Sometimes it’s the only thing he wants to do. He’ll lay in between your thighs like he’s starved.

Having sex with Charles is like experiencing a Hozier song first hand. At the end of every night with him you have absolutely no doubt he worships you.

Javier Escuella

He’s into knife play but he’s not entirely into drawing blood. He’s into cutting your clothes off of you. Like completely ignoring the buttons on your shirt and instead just running his blade along the buttons, snapping them off.

He’s real into hair pulling both ways. He likes fucking you from behind to pull your head back so he can kiss you and he likes when you pull his hair in missionary.

Possessive. No doubt about it. I feel it in my bones. He always asks you who you belong to before you cum and he gets a huge rise out of it. He makes your scream out his name at least once every time y’all have set.

He’s super into quickies. He likes to pull you away for a bit and absolutely destroy you and then go back to what you were doing and watch you struggle to pretend like nothing happened. It’s a huge turn on for himz

He likes to cum on you instead of in you. He’ll finish in your chest, back, stomach, face. He’s so into it. He likes knowing you’re a mess for him and you’re allowing him to do this to you.

Sean MacGuire

He’s huge on praise. He needs you to tell him he’s big and that no one makes you feel this way. It drives him crazy.

He’s super messy when he fucks. There’s something about it that makes him feel prideful that you’re a mess and he’s a mess.

He likes to humiliate you but in a different way from Dutch. Dutch does it for the power dynamic and he does it just because he likes the idea that he’s the only one allowed to do this to you.

He’s a head pusher but he always makes it up to you afterwards by making you pull his hair when he goes down on you.

He likes having sex in semi public places. It fills him with such adrenaline he’s trying to go again afterward.

Lenny Summers

Hes into handjobs. More than anything. If you put your hands in his pants he’s nearly crumbling that instant.

He likes when you go down on him randomly. Like he’s reading a book and suddenly he’s getting head or waking up to head? It’s so attractive to him.

He knows what you like and what you don’t like and his fingers are magical. Sometimes he tries to multitask and do something else while he fingers you but he ends up giving in and giving you all of his attention.

He’s real nervous at the idea of people catching you two so he just whispers a lot of praise in your ear. He feels horrible degrading you but he tries.

He moans at everything. Like if he goes down on you, he’s moaning the whole time. If he’s touching you he’s still moaning. It’s just attractive to know he’s doing something that arousing to you.

Kieran Duffy

He likes when you tell him what to do. He’s real clumsy most of the time and if you lead his hands and body and tell him what to do he’s determined not to fail.

His dirty talk is mostly him asking for reassurance like “am I doin’ good?” Or it’s just him worshiping you.

He whimpers and whines so easily it’s like he’s getting fucked. (Or he is) he gets real embarrassed afterwards but he doesn’t try to stop

He begs to touch you even if you’re not holding him back or telling him he can’t. His hands could even be on you and he’s begging to touch you.

He moans so loud when he cums. He always tries to cover his mouth to muffle it or he buried his face into you to prevent anyone from hearing.

Micah Bell

He’s rough. Real rough. A night with him probably ends with a few bruises and a sore body and he’s real smug about it too.

He likes watching you pleasure yourself. Sometimes he’ll touch himself as you do so and after you both finish he won’t touch you.

He loves edging you. Sometimes he pulls away right before your climax and wait for you to beg. Once he got up and nearly left just to see your reaction.

He likes shoving your face into the pillow as he fucks you from behind. It makes him feel dominant and like he’s in control.

His praise is really rare so he saves it for a special moment. He’ll have you hanging off the side of the bed as he bellows your back out and he makes sure you hear him when he speaks, grabbing you by the back of the neck just to whisper something like “look so pretty from back here, slut.”

Eagle Flies

Experimentalist to the core. He wants to try everything at least once. He thinks it’s a huge trust thing to experiment with intimacy.

He likes showing off his strength and stamina so he likes to lift you up to fuck you. He can last so many rounds too so by the end both of you are panting and tired.

He says “I love you” during sex. He feels so intimate to say it and he likes to make eye contact as he does it. He knows it’s cheesy but he likes to say “I love you” while he finishes

He likes to talk about your sexual fantasies and tries to recreate them as best as he can. He feels like he has to prove that he’s better than some fantasy and he never fails.

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