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daily-escuella · 3 years

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requests are open woohooo. could you maybe do something with Flaco Hernandez and a female reader who is French? Based on the first encounter you get with him from RDO and hes all charming and flirty but caring :D

Hello Anon!! <3 I tried my best, this was entirely new territory for me so I apologize deeply if it doesn't hit the mark for you! I want to preface by saying I speak neither French or Spanish, but I did find the idea of Reader and Flaco using words from their own languages periodically as they spoke to each other really cute! So I hope I did some justice here, and thank you so much for the challenge!! <3

Flaco Hernández x French f!Reader

Word Count: 1265

Warnings: none

Arriving in the USA after everything you’d learned about it, you had big dreams of spending your humble days enjoying sun-kissed deserts and rolling fields of flowers and wild grasses. As you urged your horse forward, pushing desperately through the knee deep mountain snow in pursuit of a bounty, you cursed yourself for having ever left your homeland.

The snow was coming down harder all around you, blanking out your vision and biting at the exposed flesh of your face. Slowly as you lost sight of landmarks, pushing on aimlessly deeper and deeper into the mountains, you came to the stomach turning realization that you’d probably travelled too far. Disoriented, cold and alone, you knew your only chance now was to find shelter.

The landscape all looked the same, the mountains seemed to envelope you on all sides, each tree identical as they shot up from the icy earth. You were beginning to lose hope, resigning yourself to propping up a tent among the snow and shivering yourself into the grave when you crested a small rise and discovered your salvation.

At the far end of a frozen pond, you saw the shape of a cabin through the storm. From its windows, tiny points of warm light reached your eyes and through its chimney rose a steady plume of smoke. It was warm and inhabited, but apprehension spread through your abdomen as you considered it. There was no telling if you would find kind souls willing to help, or someone vile who would wish to do you harm, but with dwindling options, you knew you had to try.

You guided your horse carefully to the edge of the ice where the harsh winds had blown the snow into shallow, manageable banks and dismounted to lead it safely across. As the cabin came more clearly into view, you could see a makeshift barn and some scattered tents, seemingly empty. Unsure what to expect, you brought your horse to stand safely in the small accommodating stall and climbed through the deep snow that led to the cabin’s door.

Your conviction faltered as you raised a gloved hand to knock. Taking a deep breath, knowing it was this or an icy death, you pounded on the door.

After only a moment the entryway opened suddenly and on the other side of the threshold stood a powerful looking man. He held his revolver pointed at you, it’s cold steel glinting in the lamp light.

“Who are you?” His gruff voice rasped, eyes staring at you intensely. You were shocked not only by his weapon in your face, but by his height and broad frame, made only more imposing by the thick fur coat he wore.

You opened your mouth to speak, but being too cold and too shocked, no words came out. Instead you stared helplessly up at him.

He looked you over for a moment’s pause. A lone woman, coated in snow and looking worse for wear. His next words were gruff but there was an air of lightness to them, “are you going to just stand there, looking pretty?” He raised his eyebrows at you. His accent was strong and in a moment you realized he was probably as far from home as you were. “What’s your name?”

Finally you spoke, forcing the syllables out past your numb lips. His expression softened at the sound of your voice and he lowered his weapon. “Ah get in here before you freeze solid.” He stepped out of your way and lifted an inviting arm to motion you in. You obeyed quickly, relieved at the warmth in the air, emanating from his modest stove.

“So what brings a woman as guapa as you so far north, huh?” He asked with a wink as he took a seat on his worn out cot.

Despite the chill on your cheeks, you felt your nerves prickle to life as your face flushed at his words. You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, but you had a good guess. His handsome face and confident words already made it harder for you to think clearly, but his compliments rendered you nearly speechless once more.

“Don’t be afraid of me hermosa,” he said as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Come closer, stand by the stove and get warm, huh?” He instructed.

You walked deeper into his dwelling, feeling the heat of the stove nip at your frozen skin and finally found the words to speak. “I was hunting a bounty.” You admitted, casually tending to your thawing nose as it began to run.

His eyes narrowed as he looked you over, “your bounty is not Flaco Hernández is it?”

“Non,” you replied quickly, “the man I’m looking for is an Irishman, he escaped his debts by fleeing north.”

“Good!” He laughed, “because I am Flaco Hernández! And now, mi hermosa mujer, you and I have no trouble.”

You smiled at him, he was so charming. You considered asking him why he was that far north too, but as if reading your mind, he explained.

“I came here to find peace. It seems all day and night some cabrone is trying to find me. They’re either fresh outta jail, hoping Falco gives them work, or they’re trying to take me in!” He laughed. “It’s such a rare treat to be visited by a lovely woman instead.” He looked you over before adding flirtatiously, “I don’t doubt you’d give me a run for my money if you did come here for me though.”

You blushed, your cheeks finally feeling warm once more. “Oh I haven’t been doing this for very long.” You said bashfully. “I arrived here, I thought I’d find work doing something I had schooling for, but here I am. C'est la vie,” you sighed.

Flaco chuckled and playfully said, “Coming out in this weather, it’s clear you’re new at this. Ay, no bounty is worth your precious vida.”

You nodded your head in agreement then laughed softly to yourself. Considering you both knew english as a second language, you were pleased you could still understand each other well enough when using your native tongues.

You admired Flaco for a brief moment. He was fascinating, something about him, perhaps his charismatic charm, had you feeling so at home in the icy little shack. Just then, despite your proximity to the stove, a shiver ran through you as the storm buffeted the walls with its vengeful gale.

“Here, come.” Flaco motioned suddenly, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “If you’re going to be stuck here tonight, we might as well keep warm together.”

There were no suggestive tones in his voice, Flaco seemed to sincerely want to help, but it didn’t help your nerves as you agreed and approached the good looking man. As shy as you were, sitting there next to him so closely, when he put a respectful arm around you, you felt relief. He smelled so nice and his touch was strong but tender. He felt safe.

As the night carried on, with Flaco periodically stoking the flames and cuddling you warmly, you shared stories of your lives back home. Despite him being from such a different part of the world from you, knowing you both ended up in the same tiny cabin that night had you feeling closer to him than you thought possible with such a stranger. Sighing as the deep rasp of his voice rumbled through you, for the first time in a long time, you felt like the luckiest woman on earth.

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rodeo-boots · 3 years

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omg u opened ur requests!!! may i please get some flaco x reader smut? any gender for the reader :^) thank you <3

it's been an absolute pleasure to write for Flaco, and I hope you'll enjoy it!! I picked a gender-neutral reader for this one :')

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1844

AO3

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Snowflakes whirled behind you as the heavy door to the cabin fell closed, your eyes needing a couple blinks until they had fully adjusted to the darkness within. You released a deep breath, one you hadn't noticed you've held in the first place, dropping the bag with the take to the floor.

"Back already?" The voice permeated through the shadows, a deep tenor that had your little hairs stand on edge. Flaco hadn't moved from his spot, huddled in the corner of his cabin, tucked away where the worst of the wind wouldn't reach him. His hat hid his eyes well, the glass upon the table indicating what he'd been doing during your absence.

You pulled the gloves off your hands, stuffing them into the deep pockets of your coat. "Wasn't hard," you answered, remembering the fright in the traveler's eyes, their readiness to give you all they had at the point of your gun. It left you feeling on clouds, the rush of adrenaline still buzzing beneath your skin.

And maybe you had ridden a little harder than needed. Maybe the prospect of seeing Flaco as soon as possible had driven you more than you cared to admit.

The man stood, floorboards creaking under his heavy boots as he moved closer, picking the bag off the ground to inspect the valuables within. He whistled, weighing his head in a satisfied fashion. "You've done well." His praise got to you as it always did, made the exhaustion and strain dissipate right off your shoulders. After a job done well, there was nothing else you needed than some validation, and Flaco had always been one to supply.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He had caught onto your silence, reaching for your chin to tilt it upwards, dark eyes meeting your own. The bag in his hands seemed forgotten, carelessly dropped again while the contents within clanked and jingled.

Your lips quirked up into a sly smile, the apples of your cheeks cold like your nose. "I'm thinking 'bout my reward," you answered, your hands easily finding their way to his upper arms, fingers digging into the thickness of his coat. He knew how to dress accordingly, seemingly never running into trouble to stay warm – though this man was a furnace all by himself.

His warm breath hit your face, your eyes fluttering shut in expectancy of a kiss. The next gust of hot air left him as a chuckle, however, Flaco reaching up to take the hat off your head and place it aside. "All in due time," he muttered, removing his own next to join yours.

You would never complain about sharing a drink and a talk, about basking in the company of the older gunslinger. He was more to you than a source of income, than a partner in crime. His tips were helpful, sure, but even if he didn't have a job for you, you'd still seek him out at the end of the day. Because no matter what you gave him, the attention and companionship you were more than happy to offer, he would always return it tenfold.

Up here, you were his alone, and you would always know to cherish that.

Teasing never lasted long between you, Flaco being as unwilling to waste his time as you were, straight-forward in more ways than one. Where you had made the first step initially, he preferred taking the lead from there-on out, but who were you to complain?

"That's it." He hadn't waited long after denying your first kiss, had crowded you back against the wall to work on your coat, your own hands mirroring the actions of his. His lips were on your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive and cool skin, your breath hitching when he sucked down over your pulse.

The whiskey on his breath was undeniable, but it was just another part of him, another addition to the intoxication man you couldn't get enough of.

You wanted to touch him, pushing at the heavy coat around his shoulders, fingertips raking up the nape of his neck to slip into his hair. There were too many possible places for your hands to be, a small frustrated noise slipping past your lips when you couldn't feel everything all at once.

Flaco tossed his coat to the floor eventually, not minding the dust and the dirt you had dragged inside, the snow now molten and leaving muddy puddles behind. It all didn't matter to him, nor did it to you, both your minds entirely encaptured with the press of one pair of lips against another, Flaco finally giving you what you'd yearned for ever since stepping into the cabin.

"Let's move this to the bed," you muttered, hands lowering to work on the man's belt, impatiently pulling the leather from it's loops. You palmed him through his trousers, got a good grip on him just to squeeze, sighing at the familiar weight of his heavy cock behind the fabric.

He bit back a curse, muffled his voice in the crook of your neck. By the time you had freed his cock, he was getting ready to speak again. "Why should we?" He asked low and deep, kissing the magical spot behind your ear before briefly nibbling on your earlobe. "If I can take you right here?"

That sent a shiver down your spine, the excitement within you welling up and doubling in intensity, your nod too quick and needy to be brushed off. "Please–" But you didn't get farther than that, Flaco's lips returning to your neck as his fingers slipped under your shirt, warm palms roaming cool skin, eliciting goosebumps and a soft moan from your throat.

He caressed you like you were some treasure, leaving not an inch of skin untouched as he gave your body all the attention it could ever need. While you had loosely stroked his cock all this time, he only gradually began to open your pants now, encouraging you to step out of the fabric before pressing you back against the wall.

You whimpered when your tender skin met the cold air, your arousal bared for Flaco to see. There was no shame in it, however, not when the man in front of you looked like he was ready to consume you entirely.

"Wrap your legs 'round me," he directed, still clad with only his flushed cock on display, standing proud and erected while droplets of pre-cum already rolled off the tip. He held onto you, lifting you in time with your legs finding their designated spot. "Good?" Flaco searched your face for signs of discomfort, humming at the nod of your head.

His fingers dipped low, finding their target right away as he focused on your sex, giving you a taste of the pleasure he would soon allow you to feel. You gasped at the first touch, hips inching closer to his hand, no matter how much you were locked in place by the position.

"C'mon," the tone of your voice was more of a plea than a demand, every part of you aching for more – for everything Flaco would give you. "N-Need you inside," you muttered, your head lolling back at his continuous but slow caress, of the stimulation that barely fell short of being enough.

He hummed again, leaning in to soothe you with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to distract you from the finger entering you. "F-Fuck-" your walls clenched around the intrusion, slowly relaxing when Flaco started to work you open. He added one more finger and another, preparing you thoroughly for what was to come, the sensation of his hard cock against your skin reminding you just how dearly you needed to be stretched beforehand.

You whined when his fingers grazed the tender spot inside of you, instantaneously canting your hips to chase that delightful pressure. But Flaco didn't want you to come without him, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his cock, pushing in steadily to let you adjust to his size.

"Doin' so well," he grunted, resting his forehead against your own when he bottomed out, holding onto the back of your thighs with his balls pressing against your sensitive skin.

He breathed deeply, getting used to the heat and tightness of your walls, gyrating his hips experimentally to watch your response. When all you showed him was unbridled pleasure and need, however, he knew that he had no more reason to hold back.

Your back dug into the wall behind yourself, hands clutching Flaco's shoulders for dear life, holding on as he started to move his hips. He didn't start out slow, didn't build up any more than he already had, his cock dragging out only to be pushed back inside, balls smacking against your skin the more he repeated the action.

The breath was knocked from your lungs just like that, the man's cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, filling you in the exact way you needed. You couldn't hold back the noises from your throat, couldn't withhold anything as you tossed your head back again, eyes fluttering from the sudden rush of pleasure.

Flaco wasn't one to be overly vocal, none to scream his lust into the world for all to hear. But right now, he seemed as lost in his ardor as you were, grunting and groaning, staring at your face to miss none of the expressions that passed over it. "Eyes on me," he demanded, momentarily slowing to reach up and tilt your chin to him, locking your gazes as he continued to fuck you.

You didn't feel cold any longer, didn't feel much else than his cock moving inside of you, the rocking motions that pressed you closer to the wall with each passing moment. The pleasure had built within you all this time, first at the anticipation and now the pay-off, your head spinning while you inched closer and closer to the edge.

Flaco caught on to your impending fulfillment, dutifully reaching down between your legs to stroke you to completion, his fingers dancing over you with practiced ease. "Go on, I'll follow" he buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds of enjoyment, the vibrations of his voice driving you off the wall and into your orgasm.

You came with a sharp moan of Flaco's name, the taste of it still upon your tongue as your pulsing walls made him lose himself inside of you. His hips gave a couple more jerks, breathless curses filtering through to your clouded brain. He still held you in his arms, only slowly letting go of your legs to let you place them on the ground again.

His spent dripped down your thighs after his softening cock had left you, your muscles trembling but pleasantly warm.

"Now, we can move to the bed," he spoke up, his voice a little hoarse and rough, but you loved it either way. After all, you couldn't get enough of everything this infamous gunslinger was.

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funkwhistle · 3 years

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Home with you

Pairing: Flaco Hernandez x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, all fluff again

Summary: You hadn’t seen Flaco in ages, so decided to pay him a visit.

The cold wind bit at your exposed hands as you swung yourself off your horse, landing in a patch of snow you'd anticipated to be shallower. Cursing a little at the fact there was now snow in your shoes, you walk towards the cabin - massaging the blood into your fingers.

It had been a long while since you'd ridden up this far again, spending most of your time in the warmer climates of New Austin, enjoying the sand everywhere and the definitive lack of hypothermia. But Flaco wasn't so keen on the south, said the heat got to his head but everyone knew it was because he was terrified of snakes. Nevertheless, here you were, visiting him and freezing your extremities off; your horse wasn't happy either - he was tossing his head unhappily in protest.

Stomping your boots on the step by the cabin, you knocked tentatively, this was an impromptu visit and you'd just hoped he'd be home. Night had begun to wrap it's cloak over the sky, and the stars shone much brighter than you could remember them doing at home. You turned around, glancing across the lake which was creaking a little as the temperature dropped, never in all the years you'd been here had you seen it melt. Snow had settled across it over the day, blending it with the forest floor for the unwary traveller who dared to venture this far north.

“Are you coming in then?” he asked grumpily, and you now realised the door was ajar.

Stepping into the cabin, you found he had a small fire going in the grate and several bottles were strewn on the floor around where he'd been sat. Noticing you were shivering, Flaco shepherded you over towards the fireside, wrapping his arms around your midriff; “Wasn't expecting to see you tonight cariño?”

“I missed seeing you,” you said, craning your neck so you could catch a glimpse of his reaction. Instead of saying anything however, he just pulled you tighter to him, sitting you on his lap in his chair, running one of his hands through your knotted hair and the other holding you close over him.

“You need to take more care of yourself,” he observed, moving so you were sitting between his legs on the floor, so he could gently untangle your hair which had matted itself on the ride up. You winced a little at his actions, although did not object; the fire was hot now and warming you nicely. Once Flaco felt as though your hair was tamed enough, he moved so his hands were gentle as they kneaded your shoulders, making you squirm as he pushed at the knots in your back.

The pair of you sat there for a while, you opened a beer from the crate under the chair and you were passing it between the two of you; Flaco massaging your shoulders whenever he remembered. But for the most part, you both stared into the fire, thinking of simpler memories of the two of you, of those years when he was the fastest draw this side of Rhodes. Neither of you needed to say anything to each other, sitting in comfortable silence and listening to the gale outside.

“Is your horse in the hut?” Flaco murmured, stirring you from your daze, you nodded, bringing the bottle to your lips, finishing the remains of it as you stared at the glowing embers on the fire. He hummed in response, before sighing deeply and moving to stand up, pulling you up with him. You dropped the bottle on the floor, entwining your hands together as you stood together, finding comfort in the other's arms.

“Flaco, why don't you ever come south?” he huffed, annoyed, pulling away from you to prod at the fire a little, neglecting to answer your question. “I mean, even down to Strawberry, I don't know how you live up here, all cold,” you continued, ignoring the fact he wasn't listening. Flaco didn't respond, but angrily threw another log on the fire and stood up, looking down at you with a scowl.

“I am a wanted man, even in Strawberry,” he huffed slightly after he spoke, taking pity on you, his scowl softening as he took in you tired eyes and rosy cheeks. As though you were made of glass, he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips to your forehead comfortingly as you lay your head against his chest.

“I'm sorry love,” Flaco moved so he could see your face in the dimly lit cabin, cupping your cheek and moving his thumb over your lip as the corners of his mouth crinkled into a smile. “Maybe one day,” you looked up at him, hiding the sinking feeling you knew was inevitable when you asked him, of course he couldn't go south with a bounty like that on his head, he'd be taken in the second he crossed Mount Hagen.

You mumbled an apology, moving closer so you could brush your lips on his cheek, afraid he was angry about you asking. As you did so, Flaco moved away from you, making you concerned you'd done something wrong but his face was beaming with a devilish grin.

“You didn't think you could give old Flaco a kiss huh?” he laughed a little at his own comment, pulling you so your lips crashed onto one anothers, making you laugh a little as your teeth clashed from the force at which he'd kissed you. In response, Flaco only pulled you closer to him, his hands moving from your face to your lower back as he deepened the kiss.

It had been years since you’d felt like this, as though you were floating as he moved against you, pressing kisses onto your jaw before returning to your lips. Sighing into the kiss, you shifted so you could pull his hat off, running your hands through his short locks, making him groan and press himself against you.

“Flaco-” you broke the kiss upon feeling his hands grabbing your ass, much to the both of your disappointment, to look into his dark eyes. “I'm too tired tonight,” he nodded, although the tent in his jeans told a slightly different story, and it made you grin as you led him to the bed in the corner of his cabin.

Once you were settled under the several furs, Flaco pulled you closer to him so he could nestle his nose in the crook of your neck, his breath fluttering over your pulse, making your stomach turn circles like a teenager again. You moved back, pressing against him to retain some warmth between you both as you heard him sigh deeply.

Even though you were about as far from your home as you could be, you had found home in this grumpy gunslinger, and, for now, that was enough.

A/N: This is the piece I deleted, so the ending changed abit, idk tbh - but I’m happy we got Flaco fluff :) - A very happy birthday to @mallr4ts !

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marybethsjournal · 3 years

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Flaco’s Rules (Flaco x virgin f! reader)

Summary: You come back from a long journey without telling Flaco beforehand and he teaches you a lesson.

Word Count: 2624

Warning: smut (also the first time I’ve written smut so lmk if I should write more or not lol

Here is the story link if you prefer ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/29768013

It had been about a year since you and your brother had unofficially joined the Del Lobos. That was quite a long time to y’all, seeing as the two of you didn’t like to commit to other people, y’all had always rode alone. It wasn’t so hard to be an affiliate of the gang, however. You and Billy could go wherever you pleased and not communicate with the gang for weeks on end, as long as you brought money back to the gang and spoke to Flaco when you returned to the Grizzlies. The two of you weren’t exactly the typical Del Lobos affiliates, but you were quick and accurate with a gun and had never snitched before, so Flaco welcomed you and Billy into the gang rather kindly.

This time, you and Billy had been gone for at least a month. You hadn’t intended on staying out that long, but a heist led you to France and it had taken forever to travel there. Upon your return, Flaco demanded to speak to you and Billy. Flaco always wanted to hear from you after your trips but when the Del Lobos told you that Flaco needed to speak to you, they passed along that he was much more tense, almost angry, than usual. Not much scared you in this cruel world, but an angry Flaco did.

You and Billy immediately set off to speak to Flaco in his cabin. It was a very short walk from the rest of the cabins, but the fear in the pit of your stomach made you walk much slower than normal. Billy seemed to have the same feeling.

“What do you think he’s going to say?” Billy asked you.

“He’s probably mad we stayed out this long? What else does he have to talk about? Surely he’s not calling us in to have tea, Billy.” you replied with a shakiness in your voice.

This apparently made your brother quite angry. His face went from fearful to enraged in half a second.

“He doesn’t control us. He can’t tell us what to do. We will never be his workmen. We forge our own path.”

“I agree, but we accepted his offer of protection in the Grizzlies and he expects us to follow his rules, I suppose. Just try not to make a scene. I know how you are.”

“Fuck you, I’ll make a Hell of a scene. Just watch.”

“Billy, stop”

It was too late. The two of you had reached the door to Flaco’s cabin and instead of listening to you, your twin had bust through the door without warning. He always had been hellbent on destroying authority.

“Mr Hernandez, we do not have to answer to you! You think you are better than us but old man, you are far past your prime. In fact, my sister and I have racked up bigger bounties than you already. This superiority complex has to stop or else you will find a bullet between your eyes.” Billy word vomited at Flaco.

You had looked at Billy in confusion the moment he started talking. Superiority complex? Bullet between his eyes? What was this man talking about? Flaco eyes grew dark at the rude words and you cowered in fear, planning on what to do if Flaco tried to kill him.

To your surprise, Flaco began laughing. “Oh, the little boy think he can talk big to Flaco? He think he can scare me, huh? Puffing out your chest, thinking he is a man. You are pathetic. Leave before I shoot you, I will talk with the girl. She is more reasonable than you.”

Billy scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking to, old man?”

“Billy, go. You have disrespected him.” you said softly.

Billy huffed and puffed but he still ended up leaving.

“Now, what do you want, Flaco?” You asked. Your brother insisted on calling him Mr. Hernandez as a way of “keeping his distance”, whatever that meant, But you, well you had a sort of friendship with Flaco. You definitely had a soft spot for him. You didn’t feel anything but disdain for most men, but you liked Flaco. Maybe more than you would like to admit.

“You were gone for a long time.” he informed you, like you didn’t already know.

“I know, we didn’t mean to. We made our way to France for an art heist and we sure made you a lot of money. Would-”

“I was worried,” Flaco said softly, cutting you off. “I do not care about the money. Your cabron brother is right. You have big bounties on your head.”

You laughed lightly, not showing that you were taking his care for you to heart.

“We can take care of ourselves. Been taking care of ourselves for well over a decade, since we were very little.” you told him, looking at your shoes. You didn’t like to open up to people

“You will have to tell me about that someday. When you are ready. Anyway, don’t care much for the jackass. But you, I care for you. How did your trip go?”

“Fine, made out with a lot of money. Billy’s cockiness got us a bounty over there. That’s a first for us, being wanted in multiple countries.” “Sounds like him.” Flaco chuckled warmly.

“It was good besides that. Ate a lot of the native foods and saw beautiful buildings. I liked it there.”

“Did you find a French lover? That is what they’re known for, eh? Love?”

You laughed at him. “I think that is just a stereotype. I was too busy anyhow.”

“Too busy for love? You have a lot to learn, but you are young and Flaco is old, so it makes sense you are not as wise. Surely you had boys following you around, though? You are very beautiful.”

“I guess so.” you responded awkwardly. Truthfully, several men had followed you around during your time there, yelling things at you that you were glad you couldn’t understand. You assumed they were lewd. It all made you so uncomfortable.

Flaco sensed something was wrong and, not knowing how to comfort you, changed the subject, although not one you particularly wanted to talk about either.

“You did disobey your part of the deal, though. You understand that, yes?”

“The deal?” You asked. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“The deal we made when you joined Del Lobos. When we gave you our protection.”

Oh, that. You didn’t remember there being any specified deal, much less that you couldn’t leave for an extended amount of time, but Flaco looked angry so you decided not to question him further.

“Oh yes, I do. I’m sorry we broke the rules, Flaco.”

“Do not call me that right now. We are not friends. I am your boss. You address me as such. This is a serious thing you have gone and done.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” the term felt foreign on your tongue. You didn’t answer to anybody like this.

“Yes yes. Good. You two need to learn. Your brother, I’m afraid, I can not reprimand because he will make me angry and I will kill him. Poof, no more Billy. But you, I think I can handle you.”

Handle you? What was that supposed to mean?

“I’m not sure I understand. I really am sorry.”

“Sorry is not good enough. I have leniency because you are young and stupid. Any of my men who would do what you did? I shoot them. But you are grown, yes? Old enough to know better?”

You and your brother didn’t explicitly tell people your age for security reasons, so it was a valid question on his part, although you felt you definitely looked old enough for that generally to not be a question. But you were pretty young and you looked it.

“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t be so friendly with you if I was just a kid. That wouldn’t be exactly safe.” You tried to laugh but Flaco’s eyes were narrow and so unkind in that moment that you decided against it.

“Good, then you won’t have a problem taking your punishment.” He smiled wickedly.

“What punishment,?” you asked. Flaco furrowed his eyebrows. “sir?” you added.

He smiled once again, but didn’t let his stern exterior go. He sat down on his cot.

“Lay here.” he patted his lap.

“Oh I don’t think so” you backed yourself into his door. Flaco stayed where he was and looked at you patiently. He wasn’t stopping you from leaving. This was entirely up to you. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You could feel the immense tension between you and Flaco. Finally, you walked over and bent over his knee.

“Fine. I guess this makes sense. I did break the rules.” You were mostly reasoning with yourself, not Flaco.

“No, chica. Pull up your dress. You can leave your drawers on.” The request probably should have offended you, but you felt heat in your core at the thought. You tried not to show this on your face, however, and pulled your dress up before laying back down on Flaco’s lap.

“Such a good listener, you are. Wish you would have listened to my rules the first time.” his hand rubbed your ass through your bloomers before striking it abruptly. You yelped in surprise. What was more surprising was that it felt good. You’d never been spanked before, this was all new to you.

“Flaco-” you started.

“Shhh” he brought his hand down again, hard. If he kept spanking you this hard, your ass would be stinging for days.

Yet he didn’t relent. He spanked you seven or eight times, each one harder than the one before. Despite your best efforts, you involuntarily started to let out strangled moans. You cursed yourself after each one. You were in trouble with Flaco, not having sex with him.

Flaco finally stopped and you assumed he was done. However, when you got up, Flaco pulled you back down by your hair. Ugh, why did that feel good too?

“You are not learning your lesson.” Flaco hissed, obviously frustrated, but at the same time it didn’t quite feel like he was frustrated with you.

“No I promise, Flaco.” he smacked your ass once more. “Sorry, sir.”

“I need you to pull your bloomers down.” he told you sternly.

“What? No.” You may be an outlaw, but you were still a lady.

He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at him.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna make you but-” you nodded at him, signifying that you were okay with it. You never thought you’d be doing this but for some reason, you trusted Flaco. Besides, you secretly wanted him to keep going.

Flaco was visibly confused as to why you had nodded but had made no move to pull down your bloomers. After a few moments, he took the hint and pulled them down himself. You immediately clenched your thighs together, praying that he couldn’t see how wet you were. That however, was a massive failure.

“I think you need to explain something, mi novia.” he said, in the meantime giving you two hard slaps on the ass.

“I don’t know what that means, sorry sir.”

“It means my girl.” he told you in a soft, husky voice.

You shivered at the words. You wanted to be his girl. You wanted it badly. And he seemed to be on the same page as you. He hadn’t done this because you did something wrong and he felt it strongly needed to be corrected. No, he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

“I- well I liked it when you spanked me. I didn’t know I would, I’ve never been spanked before.”

“You’re inexperienced, huh?” Flaco asked, moving his hands from your ass to feel the wetness between your folds.

“Flaco!” you gasped.

“And expressive. I like that.”

“I’m just, oh! I haven’t done any of this before.”

Flaco pulled his hand back abruptly. He was silent and you, sure that you had done something wrong, sat up and looked up at him.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” he asked in disbelief.

“Ummm, yeah I am. I’m sorry, I suppose.” you got up from his lap and picked your bloomers off the floor, absolutely mortified.

“Wait, mi angel.” Flaco grabbed your arm. “It’s not a bad thing, not at all. I was surprised, is all. You’re a rough and tumble girl.” he laughed, but it was clear there was meaning behind his words. “Come back here, let ol’ Flaco make you feel good.”

You smiled and laid over him again, this time both of your intentions being clear.

“How about you sit on my lap while I help you? So I can see your face? That should be sufficient payment for the pleasure I will give you, yes.”

You would have jumped over the moon if Flaco had asked you to at that moment, so of course you did what he said and sat in his lap with your legs spread.

You never thought you’d be here, Flaco fucking you with his fingers in his cold cabin (although you felt anything but cold at the moment). You had dreamed of it, sure, but this was real life. You had never considered that Flaco had been attracted to you, but now as you felt his dick strain against his pants, there was no denying it.

Flaco fingered you at different paces depending on what he felt you needed based on your expressions. The higher and more frequent your moans came, the faster he went. When he felt it was becoming too much for you, he slowed down a bit, never losing his rhythm. He didn’t want to overstimulate you, at least this time. Flaco was good at this, surely very experienced, but you tried not to think about that. You focused on the feeling in the pit of your stomach and Flaco’s eyes, which were looking directly into yours. It was a bit intense, but it only added to the experience for you. He seemed to love it, biting down on his lip when you moaned particularly loud. At this point, his fingers were completely slick and you were fucking yourself back and forth on his fingers. The heat in your core was getting more intense and you were becoming desperate. You begged over and over for him to fuck you but he refused.

“No, angel, that is too fast. I have to come up with a way for it to be special.” More special than this? You wanted to protest but he kept fingering you the whole time, bringing you closer to your orgasm the whole time, and you couldn’t find it within yourself to argue back. Besides, a promise to get with Flaco again another time wasn’t so bad.

It didn’t take much longer for you to come undone. Between feeling Flaco’s dick strain against you through his pants and the swift rhythm of his fingers, it wasn’t longer before you threw your head back, moaning his name, and came onto his fingers. He smirked at the scene and kissed you quickly before removing his fingers.

“You were so good mi novia,” Flaco praised you, before adding, “Now put your clothes back on before you catch a cold. You need to stay warm.”

“We can- we’re gonna do this, again, right?” you asked Flaco after you put your skirt and underwear back on and started to walk out the door into the cold.

“Like I could go through this life without having you again. Silly girl.” Flaco told you before picking up a piece of wood off his table and starting to whittle as if nothing had happened.

#Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #flaco hernández #flaco hernandez x reader #f reader #flachoes

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inkrabbit · 3 years

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About a Cowpoke - Flaco x GN!Reader

Okay, it’s done! A small gift for @mallr4ts I had wanted to finish before her birthday <3 It was originally supposed to be a fluff where Flaco either takes the reader on a sweet date, or simply travels into town to meet them. I ended up going off that path, however, and making it to where Flaco just fantasizes about what he wants to do before confessing. Maybe one day I’ll do the original plan.

Italic words: Mi corazón (my heart), mi vida (my life), my alma (my soul)

Word count: 1,294

Everyone forgot old Flaco.

Oh, but not everyone. Not the one little job hunter who always came up to his old, rickety cabin, rifle ready to go and that look in your eyes. The old familiar fire that burned bright and, in some odd way, always warmed him up. Maybe it was the can-do attitude, or how you would always give him that excited but curt nod before you accepted a job from him. The small smile that splayed across your lips, or how your thumb hooked into your belt, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you listened to his nonsense rambling.

He had studied you every time you entered through that door, quick to shut his old door to keep what little warmth there was inside. He would watch you stomp off the excess snow clinging to your boots, the way the shiver would crawl up your spine and make you tremble. He had offered you to stay a few times, warm yourself up by the fire before you went out into the dreaded cold again. And he noticed how a few deer carcasses had found their way to his doorstep, no doubt a gift from his favorite little errand runner.

Maybe you had finally melted that old, frozen heart of his. As silly as he felt, Flaco found himself awaiting your arrival almost daily. Cleaning his guns, sharpening his knife, whittling away at the piece of wood he worked on day in and day out. Even now, he sits in his old chair, knife carving away pieces of the wood, holding it back every now and then to admire his handiwork. He was almost done, having kept it hidden every time you would burst through his door, looking for more work. Was he a fool for doing this? Making a carving of your faithful horse in hopes it would bring that old smile to your face. Perhaps he was. But truth be told, the thought of you had warmed him more than any fire could.

Everything had gone through his mind regarding how you would accept his feelings. A look of disgust, discomfort or confusion. A relieved expression, confessing you’ve felt the same way. He knew you weren’t much of a talker, something he quite appreciated most of the time. You listened to him, never spoke back, never tried to talk over him. He could tell you the most boring of stories, and you’d stand there silently, listening to everything he had to say – or so he hoped. Maybe you just stood there, slinging every insult in the book at him in your head. He could never know.

The approach of horse hooves catches his attention. Speak of the devil, he supposed. He takes a look at the carving. No, it wasn’t perfect. A gift for a later date, but he couldn’t stand to be silent any longer. He tucks the piece of wood away as you open the door, jacket wrapped tightly around you, a bandana covering the lower part of your face and trapping in extra warmth. He raises his hand, motioning for you to come forward.

“There you are, mi alma,” His voice comes out as a purr, and he can see your eyebrows raise as you draw near. “We got a lot to talk about, you and me.”

He slowly stands from his seat, letting out a soft groan, commenting about his ever growing age. He can feel your eyes on him, watching his every move as he goes to tower over you. He takes in your features, something he had memorized, but was still captivated by. He watches you slowly pull the bandana down, exposing your frozen face.

“I’ve been waiting for you, you know?” he starts slowly. He opens his mouth, intending to continue his talk, but he finds his mouth going dry. It was almost laughable. The “Terror of the Grizzlies” had found himself speechless, almost intimidated by the patient stare you had greeted him with. What was he going to say?

“Flaco…?” Your voice is soft and it snaps him out of his trance. Your eyebrows knit together, searching his eyes for any hint as to what’s going on. His hand almost moves on its own, reaching up to cup your cheek with such a gentle touch, almost like he was scared of breaking you. He’s bent over slightly, lips parted as he finds himself slowly leaning forward. He’s searching for a sign – any sign of you wanting to back out of this. But you never give him one. He feels his heart race. Had you actually been waiting for this? He notices how you slowly lean up, meeting him halfway and pressing your lips against his. Soft and warm, enough to send a shiver up his spine as he lets his eyes flutter shut, using his free hand to wrap it around your waist, dragging you closer. The trembling of your body slowly stops as you reach up to grasp his coat, both of you molding together as the once slow and shy kiss turns more passionate. His sombrero is soon knocked off, one of your hands going to thread through the loose locks of hair. He groans softly against your lips, trailing his hands up and down your body.

It’s not long before he’s taking hold of your thighs, lifting you up and coaxing you to wrap them around his waist, pinning you against the cold, wooden wall of his cabin. He pulls back just enough to admire you, your eyes half lidded and your lips red and parted. His heart is thumping, face tinted red as he brings his face lower, burying it in the crook of your neck and covering every inch of exposed skin with hot kisses and soft nips.

“Mi corazón,” he breathes, his hot breath tickling your skin and making you squirm beneath his touch as his chilly hands find their way inside your shirt. “Mi vida. Mi alma.”

“Flaco,” There’s no question behind his name this time, your head tilting further to the side to allow him leave more marks across your neck. He can’t think properly – can’t even form words in English to tell you how he feels. So he relies on actions, spouting out everything he can think of in a jumble of breathless Spanish. You’re perfect and dependable, a loaded gun with such precision aim it almost reminded Flaco of himself in his glory years, and he makes sure to let this be known. Whether you can understand him or not doesn’t matter to him. What matters is getting his point across, rolling his hips against yours as he trails his kisses lower, nipping at your collar bone and tugging at your shirt as he continues on his tangent.

It’s when the cold breeze hits him does he finally snap out of it. Blinking his eyes frantically, he looks up. He’s no longer got you pinned against the wall. Instead, he’s still seated in his chair, the carving of your horse in his hand as his gaze falls on you. You shuffle inside, a concerned look on your face.

“You feelin’ alright?” you ask, stomping off the snow from your boots as you walk towards him. “Normally you’re on guard, hearin’ me from a mile away…”

“Just thinking, mi corazón,” he tells you softly, straightening his posture and tucking the carving away. The look of concern on your face turns to confusion.

“Mi what?” you question. He shakes his head, waving his hand as he slips his knife back into its sheath. He admires your face, just like he had done in his fantasy. It was now or never.

“We got a lot to talk about, you and me.”

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cupofcowboys · 5 years

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Everyone Forgot About Flaco - Flaco Hernández x GN-Reader

A/N: Here you go, anon 💕 I hope you like it!

TAGS: Spoiler Free, SFT, Gender-Neutral Reader (Slight Fem leaning), Fluff, Budding Love, Soft-hearted but grumpy Flaco

Flaco thinks everyone forgot about him, but he couldn't be more wrong.

1,538 words

-♥-

Your frozen gloved hands gripped the reins tighter as you thought about what he had said.

“You ever think you ain’t got no friends left? That you’re all alone in the world? Everyone forgot… everyone forgot about Flaco.”

You hissed a curse under your breath; the sound manifesting itself as a small white cloud in the frigid air. The audacity of that man. How dare he say that to you after you rode for days into the freezing mountains just to see him. Sure, he paid you for your time, but there were so many less troublesome ways to make the same money. You came up here for him and him alone.

Apparently that meant nothing to him. Not that you were surprised. It wasn’t as though you made a song and dance about it. But to discredit your presence as a lack of friendship stung. Even though he meant it about his old friends and not you, you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his words. Did he really feel that nobody cares about him anymore?

The thought made your heart heavy. It wasn’t true. You cared about him more than you’d dare to admit. Perhaps you should tell him. Even if he laughed or rejected your feelings, at least he would know about them. At least he might feel he still mattered. You drew back the reins, bringing your horse to a halt. You were already halfway to the Dakota river, but you turned your horse around and urged them back the way you had come.

-♥-

The ride back to his cabin took a good chunk of your day. Even with your determined urgency, the thick snow and thin air made it a difficult task for your horse. By the time you reached the frozen lake, it was sunset. The icy mirror reflected the burnt orange glow of the dying sun, leaving you with the impression you were playing with fire. You lingered at the far-side of the lake for a while, preoccupied by an internal battle of wills. Finally, with a bracing sigh, you rode across.

With a nervous bound, you banged open the cabin door. With the agility of a much younger man, Flaco leapt to his feet and aimed his revolver straight at your head. Your breath hitched, and you took an instinctive step backwards, carefully raising your hands in surrender. It reminded you vividly of the first time you met. After an intense moment, Flaco lowered his gun.

“Oh, it’s you.” He sighed wearily. “Thought you were a Pinkerton.”

“I’m sorry.” You let out an unsteady breath of relief, but your heart continued to pound.

“No worries. You looking for more work?”

“Er… not exactly.”

“Then why the hell are you here, huh?”

Flaco sank back into his chair by the fire with a pained grunt as you bit your lip. Not exactly how you’d planned this to go. Feeling self-conscious, you rubbed your cold hands together and stepped closer to the fire to warm them. Flaco watched you closely, but you avoided his eye. How do you say what you wanted to?

Even though you had been rehearsing it over and over in your head on the ride up, it was all forgotten now that you were here.

You tried to go back to the beginning. To the first time he was more than a contact. It was as you headed out the door on a routine job, hunching up as you prepared for the biting cold, when he’d softly told you to “stay warm”. It was the most tender thing you’d heard in a long time. Those two small words kept you noticeably warmer that day than you would have been without them.

Flaco had a habit of slipping warmth and tenderness into his words that so many others had forgotten were important. Small, gentle reminders that you were his friend, that he cared about you. In a world that seemed so caught up in money, power and violence, he never failed to remind you that there was still someone who cared. There was still another reason to continue on. He did that without demanding reciprocation.

That’s what came to you one night after a hard day. Fighting back tears as you fumbled with a fresh packet of premium cigarettes. A card slipped out and fell into the mud. Looking down at it, you saw a familiar face in an unfamiliar form. Flaco Hernández it said, young and free as you had never seen him. You snatched up the card, hastily rubbed off the dirt and stared at it in disbelief. It was as though he had sent you a message to remind you that someone still cared. Clutching it to your chest, you finally let yourself cry.

You reached up and pressed your hand to your chest, right where the card was concealed. It was one of your most prized possessions, even though it’s now worn and bent. It was a private ritual to keep it as close to your heart as possible. A peculiar habit. You supposed everyone had their little good luck charm. You glanced over at him. Flaco’s keen eyes followed your every move with analytical intent. You wondered if he had guessed what was on your mind.

“What do you need?” he asked, his gravelly voice unusually gentle.

You frowned at him, still trying to find the right words. What were you even trying to say?

“I just… I wanted you to know that I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Flaco was taken aback. He stared at you in surprise for a long moment. Then he broke into his fierce, stuttering bark of a laugh. You tensed your shoulders and grimaced at the sound, feeling a rush of embarrassment. Of course he would laugh at you.

“You still thinking about that?” He chuckled. “Old Flaco’s little grumble?”

“Shouldn’t I?” You postured defensively.

“I don’t know…” His humour died, leaving a mournful expression in its wake. “Got used to nobody listening.”

“Well I listen.”

“You do? Why?”

You blinked at him. That wasn’t a response you had anticipated. It made you think. Why? Why did you care so much? Why did his words always have such a profound effect on you?

Perhaps you had misinterpreted your own feelings. What you felt for Flaco wasn’t friendship, at least not the ordinary kind. You became aware of your pounding heartbeat, the unusual sweating of your cold palms, the flutters of anxiety in your gut. That wasn’t how you felt for a friend.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, looking down at the layer of snow still dusting your boots.

Flaco set his gun down on the table beside him before standing up again. He filled the room with his presence, the flickering fire sending his shadow dancing on the walls of the cabin. He took a few steps towards you, causing you to look up into his shadowed face, meeting his eyes for the first time since you had arrived here.

“You don’t?”

Swallowing, you shook your head. He was intimidating looming over you like that. The bravery you had summoned before crossing the lake seemed to have left you. But he didn’t move any closer. He just looked at you carefully, waiting. It didn’t take long for your nervous energy to get the better of you.

“You always make me feel like I matter.” You murmured. “I’m not just another gun for hire. That’s why I always ride up here. Not for work but… for you.”

“You come here just for me?”

“Yes.”

Now that you had said it, some bravery returned. You looked up at him expectantly, almost daring to be hopeful. Your words had softened his worn face, or perhaps it was a simple trick of the light. He reached out and took your gloved hands in his.

Heat spread up your arms from his touch into your face, making it burn. It was the first time you had ever touched. His large hands were gentle as they encapsulated yours.

“You make Flaco very happy.” He smiled and slowly bent forward.

Your heart skipped several beats as he moved down and pressed a short kiss to your cheek. It lit a fire in your soul you hadn’t realised needed to be lit.

He stepped away and slowly let go of your hands, making his way back to his seat. You still hadn’t taken a breath by the time he sat down. He grinned at you knowingly, picking up a half-whittled block of wood and a knife.

“Come see me again soon. I’ll have something for you.”

His dismissal surprised you, but you were glad of the out. You had no idea how to proceed now that he had rendered you speechless. So you grinned, ducked your head to hide your blush and nodded. When you got outside, you looked up at the beautiful expanse of stars now shining brightly above you. Though those bright suns were an unimaginable distance away from you, you could suddenly feel their warmth.

The next time you visited Flaco, he had whittled you a small wooden plaque with the words “Stay Warm” etched into it. You thanked him with a kiss.

-♥-

AO3 / Masterlist

#Flaco Hernandez #Flaco Hernandez x Reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 x reader #hanateawrite #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #request

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cowboyfromh3ll · 6 months

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I'm a John Marston fan through and through but I 100% enjoy writing hc about Javier or Flaco Hernández the most

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption 2 x reader #writing #red dead fanfiction #javier escuella #flaco hernández

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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The Big Bad Wolf

Summary: After a too-close-for-comfort encounter with a wolf, Flaco finds himself in a new form, and he's willing to put all of his new abilities to good use.

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x f!Reader

Word Count: 5254

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Werewolf/Human, Mating, Accidental knotting, Monsters, slight A/B/O, Scents, Praise, Dirty talk, Mating press, Transformation, Smut without a plot.

Notes: This is ENTIRELY self-indulgent and super horny. I'm not sorry for it at all, not in the slightest.

It was just a scratch. A tiny, little scratch that could have been much worse if Flaco hadn't managed to draw his sawn off shotgun just in time, blowing the wolf's chest open. You fussed him, jabbing back at his protests, insisting that despite it barely bleeding, the wound still needed to be treated; who knows what diseases that wolf was carrying.

Flaco's gloves were ruined, and another scar is soon to join his various collection, dotted across his body. "I'll buy you another pair when I come to see you next," you told him as you patched him up before both of you retired to bed, throwing a few extra logs on the fire to keep the chill out tonight.

Only you wake up sweating, peeling off your clothes, tossing them to the floor in an attempt to cool down. You're no stranger to being naked around Flaco, considering how many times you've found yourself in those kinds of situations with him, but it feels odd, being completely bare and rolling over, your eyes half-lidded, to cuddle up to the thickness of his coat.

But his coat feels thicker than usual; the fur feels longer, cleaner, not matted and slightly rough like the usual, well-worn Bison coat that he wears. You try and not pay much attention to it, wrapping your arm around his waist, attempting to be the big spoon, only to be met with even longer hair as your palm rubs across his chest.

Not only does his coat feel unusual, but he feels big. Well, Flaco's a big man, but this is suspiciously big, as if he's doubled in size. After a few minutes of trying to ignore it, you give up, propping yourself up on an elbow and tapping Flaco awake. The logs from a few hours ago are finally turning into embers, barely lighting the cabin, but still keeping it somewhat warm and lit, not that you need that extra heat right now.

"What?" Flaco grumbles, making no effort to move.

"..." what are you meant to say? that you woke him up because his coat feels weird? "Just roll over," you instruct, and he complies without question.

Flaco's reaching out, attempting to bundle you up in his arms, assuming you just want to cuddle. However, you feel the life suddenly drain from you as you're met with a sight that you can't quite explain. That's not Flaco, or at least, not the Flaco that you know. That's not human, either, but it's still... him...

"Look at me," you order, your voice quiet yet firm, and Flaco laughs at your sternness.

"What? am I cuddling you wrong?" he chuckles. Flaco looks up with a happy smile, warmth in his deep, brown eyes, his ears perking up, and his wet nose wiggling. Your mouth is wide open, stuttering a string of incoherent sounds, and Flaco's smile soon fades away as he realizes that you seem off. "What is it?" he questions, shuffling up the bed and sitting upright, the blankets pooling down over his waist, exposing his thick hairy chest, only this time, he's covered. Literally.

"You're... uh... Flaco, you're a..." you attempt to inform in, but words continue to fail you. Should you laugh? cry? scream? Instead, you scurry out of bed, rushing over to your rucksack and fishing a pocket mirror from it. He laughs when you hand it over, assuming that you're making a fuss over nothing.

"Oh, have I got dirt on my face again? you know, it's not that big of a deal, there's no need to-" Flaco shuts his mouth once his gaze meets his reflection, only for it to fall open again seconds later when he's confirmed that yes, that really is what he looks like right now. "I'm a wolf," Flaco exclaims, and begins grinning at his own reflection, checking out his teeth, or specifically, his fangs.

Of course Flaco is going to be overjoyed about this. Something catches the corner of your eye, quietly thudding in the darkness beside the wall. You pull the blanket from Flaco to be met with his tail, long and fluffy, wagging away joyfully. "Nice," Flaco comments with a laugh, brushing through the fur on his tail with his large paws, as if to confirm that it's really there.

"Nice?!" you yelp. "How is this nice, Flaco? you're not human!"

"Yeah, nice! Now I really am a wolf, huh? it's not a metaphor any more," Flaco laughs, flashing his fangs as he chuckles to himself.

Oh, you know how much Flaco likes to call himself 'the wolf.' He wears his title with pride, like a badge of honour, so much to the point that he often refers to himself in third-person with that nickname. He's a proud man, and even prouder to associate himself with such an animal; and his pride only seems to be doubling in size due to his new form.

Flacos focus is on his reflection again, and you watch as he shuffles out of bed, attempting to stand, only to bonk his head on the roof of his cabin. "Mierda!" Flaco hisses, crouching over and giving the top of his head a rub; he lets out a soft whimper as he settles down by the fire, using its light so he can admire himself in more detail, opening up your pocket mirror once more.

You sit and watch, mouth open, questioning how this has happened. Flaco's reaction really shouldn't be a surprise to you, and you decide to leave him to gussy himself up, whilst you begin trailing into deep through about how this might have happened.

It must have been the wolf from yesterday, the scratch on Flaco's hand. "I think it's a curse," you mutter to yourself as you pull the blanket up over your shoulders, bundling your naked body up, something that for once, Flaco has paid no attention to. The blanket covers most of your frame, your feet sticking out at the bottom, and the rest of you is snugly covered.

"Cursed?" Flaco repeats. "Eh, I don't think it's a curse, but a blessing instead."

"A blessing?!" you yelp, "how?! what if you're stuck like this forever?"

"Well, I guess you'll have to get use to having a big, loving werewolf as a partner then," Flaco laughs. His laughter is deep, coming straight from his chest, as always. However, there's now a soft growl in the mix, his fangs on display as he chuckles away.

"Flaco this isn't the time for jokes!" you pout, standing up and peering down at him with softly furrowed brows. "I'm not joking!" he defends, and attempts to stand yet again. This time, Flaco doesn't hit his head; he's unable to stand up straight, his back arching slightly, his frame standing tall over you in a way that doesn't mean to be dominating, but it is. And for some reason, you don't seem to mind, knowing that this werewolf in front of you is far from a threat... unless this really is a curse, and he begins to change even more.

"You don't like me like this?" Flaco questions, and lets out a soft whine when you don't reply, his ears falling flat. He crouches back down to your level, attempting to meet your height. "C'mon, look how nice and soft my fur is," Flaco states as he moves your hand to stroke over his chest, "and look at how my tail wags whenever I look as you!"

You let out a light laugh, peering behind him to admire the wag of his tail. He knows you're concerned, seeing as you're the logical one in this relationship. "I don't want to start petting you until I know how to get you out of this mess," you explain, moving your hand off his chest to wrap the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"Okay, chiquita," Flaco nods. "You have a think about it," he encourages. Flaco finally puts your pocket mirror away, slipping it into your rucksack, and watches as you begin pondering on your thoughts.

The wolf from yesterday. The scratch on his hand. A curse. A blessing. You're no stranger to reading about werewolves in books, fictional books, fantasy ones, books that aren't real, or aren't meant to be real. Only there's a werewolf crouched beside you, watching in awe as you begin pacing around the room in thought. Flaco tries not to stare, not wanting to overcrowd you, and continues checking his new form out instead.

He gawks down at his frame, coated in a layer of thick, dark hair. His paw pads are soft, squishy, complimented by his long claws, sharp enough to cause some serious damage. Flaco's tail relaxes behind him, but begins softly wagging as he peers over to you, watching you pace and ponder.

You pull the blankets up higher, the edges brushing against your neck, your arms beneath them, cocooned inside with only your feet and head poking out. Flaco's head tilts as he admires how protective you are over him, so concerned for his safety, his future, and his current form. However, his admiration is paused, and Flaco's nose begins to twitch, picking up a scent he's never noticed before.

Flaco begins sniffing the air, his head perked up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut so he can put more focus into the scent that's caught his attention. It seems he's developed heightened senses, and he's putting them to good use.

"Can you smell that?" Flaco questions, but you're too trapped in thought to bother replying. "You smell different," Flaco states, his head now peering down at you, watching as you continue to waddle about his cabin. "Now right now, Flaco," you brush him off, shutting your eyes and rubbing your temples, attempting to find some sort of cure for Flaco's new form. "You smell sweet," he states, and shuffles closer to you, his nose twitching as he presses it to your shoulder. Flaco quickly moves it away, your scent now being covered up by the thick blanket, so he crouches further down, only to be lightly pushed away seconds later. "Flaco," you grumble. His deep eyes meet yours before he dips his head down again. He buries his nuzzle beneath the blanket, and you yelp as a cold, wet nose presses against your knee, swatting him away once more. "You smell slick," Flaco states. There's a huskiness to his voice, a deep and low growl that comes straight from his chest. His eyes meet yours, dark and alluring, peering up at you before disappearing beneath the blanket again. "Flaco!" you grumble again, but Flaco doesn't let you push him away this time. You feel something cold and wet on the inside of your thighs, followed by a gust of wind - Flaco has his nose pressed just below your pussy, and he's inhaling your scent. A large paw wraps itself around your thigh, and Flaco boldly moves his nose up, his wetness now pressed softly on your clit. "You smell like you need me to help you calm down," he states after taking in another deep inhale, before removing himself from under the blanket. Flaco stands tall, his back slightly bent over, gazing down at you with slightly furrowed brows - a natural expression for your partner. The hand on your thigh moves itself to your waist, now pressed over the blanket; his hands have always been big, but this is ridiculous. Flaco could pick you up as if you're nothing, his single paw covering most of your body, making you feel so small and inferior. "I know that tone, Flaco, and I'm not letting you... seduce me right now, not when you're like this," you huff, sending him a glare and gesturing to his body. He laughs. It's deep, a mixture between a growl and a human laugh, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. "C'mon, don't you want to try it?" Flaco questions. "You're just turned into some... dog... and the first thing you want to do is fuck?!" you yelp. "Correction, I've turned into a wolf, a werewolf, and mhmm," he nods. "I do, do you?" Your eyes meet the floor, looking away from the beast towering over you, his thumb now softly stroking over the blanket, attempting to soothe you. You can't deny that you're not curious, but is it wrong? to fuck somebody that's... well, that? He's still Flaco, he's still your partner; only now he's doubled in size, is covered in hair, and has perky ears, a snout, and a tail. "I can sense how curious you are, chiquita. My senses have heightened. I know how you look when you're aroused, but now I can really smell it," Flaco flashes you a toothy grin, dipping his head down to your level as he crouches. He licks your cheek, his rough and damp tongue brushing over your skin, coating most of your face in one stroke. "What was that?!" you cry, and attempt to push his snout away. "A kiss," Flaco states, before licking you again. Ugh, should you be surprised? of course Flaco is going to put all of his new abilities to use. All of them. He moves from your cheek, making his way down to your neck, attempting to kiss the usual spots that you enjoy. "C'mon, we can do doggy style," Flaco urges with a soft laugh, chuckling at his own joke. "You're a menace, you know that, right?" you huff, placing your hands on his large cheeks and moving his head so that he's looking directly at you. "I know," Flaco laughs again. "We can give this a try... but if I say stop, then you stop, alright?" "Oh, come on, you know I'll stop if you tell me to," Flaco shakes his head. He understands that you're after reassurance, concerned with exactly how this is going to go. "Flaco promises he'll take care of you," he says with a wag of his tail. "...and don't start howling," you order. Flaco laughs again, giving you another cheek kiss between his chuckle. "Okay, no howling. Flaco promises," he giggles, and begins urging you over to the bed.

Flaco's gentle as he slips the blanket from your shoulders, letting it fall back onto the bed. He attempts to kiss your neck again, running his tongue over your skin, resisting the urge to attempt giving you a hickey. The last thing that he ever wants to do is hurt you, so he's being extra cautious in his new form; his claws are sharp, his teeth even sharper, not to mention his intimidating size and figure. But his eyes remain soft, a deep brown, the same shade as his 'normal' ones. Those dark eyes meet yours as he climbs on top of you, before shutting them as he nuzzles you. Large paws find their way to your waist, trailing down to your thighs, the rest of his body following after as he shuffles down the bed. The bed is far too small for him, so Flaco pulls you until your legs are dangling over the side, and he settles on the floor, still having to dip his head so that he's in line with your body. His breath is hot, tickling your skin as he dips between your thighs. There's a pause of uncertainty, before Flaco presses his wet nose against your clit. He instantly moves it away, exhaling heavily, and mutters "too much," under his breath. His tail is wagging, thumping against the floor, and you can only assume your scent is making him a little too excited. Flaco dips his head down again, this time letting his tongue fall from his mouth, and licks a firm stripe across your cunt. He peers up to watch your reaction, checking for any signs of discomfort, and since you've shown none he does it again, over and over, both of you getting use to this new sensation. His tongue is rough, but soft, squishy, but firm, the perfect balance between wolf and man. The paws wrapped around your thighs tighten their grip, his claws pressed against your skin, but not digging into you. Over time, Flaco becomes more confident, and begins lapping at your clit, his tongue occasionally slipping into your cunt, making his thick hair tickle the inside of your thighs. He's bigger in every way, his tongue reaching depths that it's never reached before, making you whimper as you finally relax on the bed. Flaco's ears perk up, overhearing your positive reaction, reassuring him that he's doing well. His licks become firmer, longer, wetter, more open mouthed; unintentionally Flaco's fangs begin to trail over your skin, light enough that he's not hurting you, or even realizing what he's doing. However, you're definitely aware; it's a strange sensation, having a set of sharp teeth almost nibble at your lower stomach, often trailing up to your bellybutton whenever Flaco opens his mouth wider, pushing his tongue deeper into your cunt. "F-Flaco, that's..." you stutter, your head still pressed to the bed. "Huh?" Flaco hums. He slips his tongue from you, resting his chin on your stomach, worried that he's accidentally hurt you. "Your teeth, they're..." "Sharp?" "Uh-huh, but they're... it's uh... they feel nice," you manage to stutter. Flaco bites back a laugh. He licks his chops, your taste heavy on his tongue and around his mouth, and dips his head back down to lap at your cunt again. "Oh, so you do like it when this big, bad wolf has his jaws wrapped around you?" Flaco teases, ensuring that his teeth continue to trail over your skin in between kisses. "Yeah..." you shyly confirm, and let out a soft yelp as Flaco dips his tongue into your cunt again. He removes one of his paws from your thighs, going to slip a finger into you, but stops in his tracks. "Mhm," Flaco grumbles, realizing that his claws are far too sharp to be risking that. "Hey, finger yourself for me," Flaco orders, and grins when you readjust your position, reaching down and beginning to work yourself open. You dive straight in with two fingers, seeing as Flaco's thick tongue already counts as one, possibly more. He watches for a few moments, admiring how flustered you look, before dipping his head between your thighs again. You know what's going to happen, but since Flaco is crouched down on the floor, his body bent over, you're unable to see what he looks like. Is his cock... normal? it must be bigger, surely? seeing as he's doubled in size. You decide to prepare yourself for the worst, or the best, you'll just have to wait and see. You begin to scissor yourself, attempting to loosen your cunt up as much as possible. Flaco takes up the opportunity, and dips his tongue into your pussy, slipping it between your fingers, and runs it along your soft, velvet walls. The noise you let out can only be described as a bitch in heat, a whine, calling out for Flaco to come and fill you up. "You can fit another," he urges, and lets out a soft sigh when you slip a third finger in. "Good girl," Flaco praises, and you assume the thumping you can overhear is his tail wagging against the floor again. Yet again, you attempt to scissor yourself, and within time you're certain you could fit a fourth finger in... but what about fitting Flaco? Hm, you'll find out eventually. You're getting there, slowly but surely; Flaco's spit and slobber is slick enough to help stretch you open, and he graces you with even more as he slides his tongue into your pussy again. Flacos hand disappears from your thigh, dipping down between his own legs, and you know he's touching himself. Nervously, you ask an important question "Flaco, how big are you?" "Big," Flaco blankly states, chuckling as he removes his tongue. "D-Do you think it'll fit?" you question. "I guess we'll just have to find out, eh?" he laughs. "Do you think you're ready? you look it," he comments, and moves his head back down to press his wet nose directly on your clit, his ears perking upright and his tail wagging even faster. "You smell it, too," he grins, flashing his fangs. "Yeah... Okay, I'm ready," you nod.

And with that, Flaco's up on his feet, crawling on top of you on the bed. He wolfhandles you, moving you up to the centre, giving himself enough room to join you. Flaco's grinning, and places a soft lick-kiss to your cheek before sitting back on his knees, finally showing you what's between his legs. Liar. There's no way he's going to fit. "What the-" you stutter, sitting upright and reaching out. Your hand alone is nothing compared to his cock, and even as you wrap both hands around it, there's still some untouched space left over. "Flaco, there's no way this is going to fit," you sigh, comparing his cock against your forearm. Flaco laughs. "It will, Flaco promises," he nods. "You've just gotta relax and let me take the lead, okay?" "Okay, but I-" "-Shh," Flaco hushes. "Stop doubting yourself, we both know you can fit me," he reassures, and presses his paw to your chest, lightly pushing you back down against the bed. The paw on your chest moves to your thigh, holding you steady, and his other hovers by his cock. You watch as Flaco spits on his cock- no, he dribbles on it, letting thick strings of spit coat his length, falling from his jaw, and then pumps himself a few times, ensuring he's generously slick. He moves his hand to the bed, just above your head, and uses the other to hold his length steady as he begins pushing into you. You lie there awkwardly, feeling the tip of his thick cock rub against your entrance, unable to slide in. Flaco begins to grumble, his tail no longer wagging, and his brows furrowing. He dribbles again, being far too generous and soaking your cunt, but it's enough to help ease in the head of his cock. You yelp and begin hissing, unintentionally tightening up around the tip of Flaco's cock. He's thick, unbelievably thick, and you're starting to question your life choices. "Relax," Flaco orders. He dips his head down to your level, placing a wet kiss to your cheek, and grumbles "relax," softly against your ear. Deep breaths. It's not that bad, honestly; once you begin untensing and calming down, you realize he's surprisingly snug, stretching your pussy in a way that makes you shiver, and your reaction came from fear, not his size. "Good girl," Flaco says as he licks your cheek again. "You let me know when you're ready for more." You take your time, relaxing your walls, unclenching them around Flaco's length. Finally, you give him a nod, and he begins sliding into you. There's a slight burn as he stretches you out, his cock getting thicker the deeper it goes, and he comes to a halt just past halfway. There's a knot to your stomach, a tight one, and you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. "How is this? okay?" Flaco double checks, straightening his back and talking down to you. "Y-yeah, it's okay," you nod. Once again, you're struggling to relax, so you calm yourself by rubbing quick circles on your clit, along with taking deep breaths. "Too big for you, eh?" Flaco chuckles. "Of course you're too big, Flaco." "Give it time, you'll warm up to me eventually," he shrugs, cockily grinning as he talks. Flaco's patient, waiting for you to ask for more, and when you do finally ask, he happily delivers it. He continues sliding in slowly, and your eyes go wide once you feel his fur press against your clit. "You fit?" you question, shuffling up on your elbows to peer down between your legs, instantly noticing the bulge to your stomach. "Mhm," Flaco nods, "I told you I would. Now we've just gotta see if you can keep up," he smirks.

Flaco takes a hold of your legs, lifting them up and wrapping them around his waist, your ankles barely crossing over behind his back. He bends forward, his body towering over yours; one paw stays wrapped around your thigh, whilst the holds his weight up, placed above your head. Your knees hit your shoulders, practically bent in half, and you're about to ask why Flaco's wolfhandled you into this position, but he begins thrusting.

His patience has worn thin, and Flaco jumps straight in with a quickened pace, forcing you to yelp beneath him. The new position makes sense, as he's able to really drive his cock deep inside you, smacking your cervix with every thrust, turning both pairs of your cheeks red. "You are tight, aren't you?" Flaco smugly comments, flashing his fangs as he licks your cheek again, his attempt of a kiss.

All you manage to do is nod, unable to process words, let alone thoughts. You begin rubbing your clit again, whining beneath Flaco, whimpering as he fucks you, the sound of skin against skin echoing around the cabin. "You sound like you need me to fill you up," Flaco states. He lets out a deep breath before saying "and it smells like you need it too."

"Y-yeah, I do," you stutter, nodding at the same time.

"All in good time, loba."

Flaco picks up his pace, mercilessly slamming his cock into you; his ears perk up at the sounds you're making, moans and mewls, and Flaco can't help but let out a choked whine, intoxicated by every part of you. He soon begins softly panting, slowly over-working himself from the fast pace, but Flaco's stubborn to the point that he won't slow down, not until you're overflowing with his load.

There's still a slight burn to your cunt, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel strangely good. Flaco's knot is threatening to slip inside you; it's wider than the rest of his cock, but only slightly, and you're certain that within time, it'll slip in. How big do those things get? There's only so much that you can, and now that you've taken this much, far more than you ever thought you'd be able to handle, you're uncertain on where your new limit lies.

You tighten your legs around Flaco's waist, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching, your clit rubbing so fast that your wrist is starting to ache. You attempt to grip onto Flaco's arm with your spare hand, but Flaco swats your hand away, and pins it down to the bed, his large paw wrapping around your wrist, feeling so dainty in his grasp.

"You're going to cum for me soon, aren't you?" Flaco questions, speaking directly into your ear.

"Uh-huh," you manage to nod.

"Good girl. Go on, I want to feel how tight you get around me," he orders.

Should you feel this good? being mercilessly fucked by your werewolf partner, whimpering and whining in his grap, your orgasm threatening to hit at any moment. You've always felt small beneath Flaco, but this is taking things to a whole new level; he's towering over you, folding your body in half, your knees pressed firmly against your shoulders. Flaco shifts his weight, planting his feet on the bed and bending his legs, bucking his hips down against yours. He whimpers at the slight change of position, and both of you let out a choked moan as Flaco's knot finally slips into you.

The sensation of being full to the brim - overly full - causes you to cum. Your wrist is burning from being over-worked, and you clench tightly around Flaco's cock, panting and sighing as your body begins to tremble. Your orgasm catches Flaco off guard, letting out a choked moan as you squeeze his cock, milking him for all he's worth as he joins your high. Flaco cums, and he doesn't seem to stop cumming, fucking his load into you, hoards of it over-flowing and spilling from your pussy, dripping down over your ass and onto the bed.

His tail is wagging in the air, your knees are pressed right against your shoulders, and Flaco won't stop thrusting, over-stimulating both of you. Eventually, he's forced to stop, his cock buried deep inside you as his knot begins to flair up. "Mierda," Flaco yelps, tugging on it; he instantly stops when you yelp in pain, and mutters another string of swears under his breath.

"I didn't think it would do that," Flaco confesses. He sits back on his knees, not bothered by his mess on the bed, and gawks down at the sight of his swollen cock buried inside you, a visible bulge to your stomach. "Are you okay? does it hurt?"

"Not really," you shake your head; you're still trembling, catching your breath, barely able to keep your eyes open. There's a slight burn to Flaco's knot, but you've been stretched to a point that your body seemed to be expecting it, and thankfully, it's oddly sensual, similar to whenever you've cock warmed him, only on a larger scale. "It's uh, strange, but it doesn't hurt. Just don't tug on it..."

"Good," he sighs.

Flaco asks you to wrap your arms around his neck, clinging onto him as he shuffles about on the bed, finding a comfortable position for you both. He kicks off the dirty cover after using some salvageable parts to clean both of you up, and thankfully, Flaco's warm, warm enough to keep you cosy throughout the night, and you feel even warmer as he wraps his arm around your waist, your head resting on his chest.

"What did you think of that, huh?" Flaco eventually questions.

"It was... something," you sigh, unable to find the exact words.

"Oh. Did you not enjoy it?" he whines, perking his head up to peer down at you.

"No, no! I enjoyed it... a lot... too much," you sheepishly reply. "And I think you enjoyed it too," you tease, tensing your walls, giving his knotted cock a squeeze.

"Don't do that," Flaco whimpers, his ears falling back, "you'll get me worked up again."

Is that a bad thing?" you raise a brow, and Flaco chuckles at your eagerness.

"Hey, earlier on you were too nervous to try it, and now you're asking for me to fill you up again?" he laughs, trailing his paws tenderly over your back.

"You did spill most if it," you shrug, and Flaco rolls his eyes at your comment.

"How about I wake you up with a morning surprise? once this swelling has gone down. We didn't do doggy, so I think we need to make up for that?" he offers. Flaco smirks when you nod in agreement; if you had a tail, it would also be wagging.

He places another kiss to your cheek, but this time uses his nose rather than his tongue. Flaco's head rolls back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling slowly, his arms wrapped around you, acting as a blanket. His cock is still swollen, but it's strangely soothing; it's practically the same as falling asleep whilst cock warming, something that you two have done many times before.

And you won't be surprised when Flaco wakes you up how he usually does, with slow and deep thrusts, and soft coos of praise and affection.

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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Could I request Arthurs, Seans, Javiers, Flacos, or anybody you'd like reactions to reader bringing a stray puppy back to camp!💖

I thought I’d combine these requests and do all those characters reacting to you bringing a stray puppy back to camp!! Reader is gender-neutral!

Arthur

"Awhh! Look at this lil' fella!"

Arthur instantly pets the pup, practically taking them from your arms so he can coddle and fuss them.

But after a bit of fussing, he begins to check the pup out. He wants to make sure they have all their teeth and toes, checks them for fleas, etc. Arthur just wants to make sure the pup is okay. He'll ask you where you found them whilst doing this, he's really concerned for their safety.

If the puppy wants to lick Arthurs face then damn, the puppy IS going to lick Arthurs face, and Arthur WILL encourage it.

He asks you what you've named them and if you haven't picked out a name, he'll begin to suggest some.

Arthur has told you many times about his dog Copper, but he begins telling you about Copper all over again. He even swears to you that he'll have a bath with this pup (because he misses that.)

Sean

"Who's this stranger, eh?!"

Oh, this is your stray puppy? Well, it was. This puppy is Sean's now. Just accept that you will probably never get them back.

Sean will begin thinking of a hundred different names for the pup, along with nicknames. But, if you butt in and say you've already named them, then Sean will nod his head whilst repeating the name you've picked out for them, then begin calling the pup said name over and over.

He will definitely go around the camp and introduce the pup to each of the gang members, or "your new family!" as Sean keeps telling the pup.

Will taunt Micah by running after him with the little pup in his hands.

Sean will now spend most of his time playing with the pup, and Jack, (and Cain when Cain is eventually found by the gang!)

Javier

"Where did you find that...?"

He's very happy to see the little bundle of joy, he just worries for their safety and what might have happened to them in the past.

Like Arthur, he checks over the pup to make sure they're okay, and once he decides they're fine, then he'll give them a quick fuss before getting a bath ready for them.

Javier isn't going to start properly coddling the puppy until they're clean, but once they are, then its play time!!!

He doesn't fuss the pup too much; he's very adamant that you'll need to begin training them ASAP, and he's more than happy to help.

He's firm but fair with the pup; they get meals at specific times, playtime is after training time, and NO chewing his guitar!!!!!!

Flaco

"And who is this little bundle of joy?"

Flaco is both a cat and a dog person. He'll be quick to take the pup from you and begin coddling them, whilst asking if you've picked out a name for them.

Flaco's very firm on discipline and training, but he also goes all out when it's play time. Don't be surprised if Flaco goes off on a mission, only to appear a few days letter with one simple gift for you, and ten new toys for the puppy.

He's so adamant of carrying the puppy everywhere, he just really likes the feeling of that tiny pup in his arms, or in the palm of his hand as the puppy is literally small enough to fit in his palm.

Flaco falls asleep with the puppy on his chest ALL the time, like a stereotypical dad. Just picture big Flaco with this tiny puppy curled up on his chest, snuggling up to his fur coat :)

Kieran

"W-who's that you've got there?"

Kieran is a little hesitant to pet them at first, just because he's unsure if they have fleas or if they'll nip him. But once he knows the pup is okay, then the petting begins.

He's one to check over them and ensure they're well whilst babbling on about how he can put some medicine together to help heal any injuries they may have.

Hopefully, the puppy is calm like him, and if they're not then Kieran will often ask you to take over as he can't handle a crazy furry baby.

He very much enjoys having the pup fall asleep on him, and will tuck the puppy in blanket burritos all the time.

Yes, Kieran is going to introduce them to Branwen, who is a little nervous but if his rider likes them, then Branwen likes them!

John

"Is that a dog? Where'd you find it?"

We've seen how he reacted to Rufus, he just kinda shrugged and went "okay!"

He doesn't mind giving them a scratch behind the ear but that's about as exciting as it gets with John.

Until he's drunk...

Has the puppy started to bark? or are they trying to howl? Drunk John is by their side barking with them. And oh boy, does it get noisy...

He fusses the pup so much when he's drunk; he loves drunk puppy playtime!! If drunk John is smothering you and it's getting a bit too much, then hand over the puppy and watch how quickly John moves his focus away from you.

Micah

...no...

"You are NOT keeping THAT!"

Sorry, but Micah just isn't a dog person...

He'll always deny that he likes the pup, won't touch them around you, will shoo them away if they get too close to him, but in private, Micah will give them a little fuss and won't mind if they fall asleep on his lap.

He's one of those 'we aren't keeping the dog - grows to end up loving the dog' kinda people, but his love for the pup will always remain private.

If you catch him fast asleep one night with the puppy in his arms then shhh, don't mention it to him, just enjoy the moment.

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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What it’s like to get drunk with a few under-loved RDR characters:

Black Belle, Flaco Hernández, Maggie Fike, Francis Sinclair, Hamish Sinclair, Micah Bell, Bill Williamson, Susan Grimshaw, and Kieran Duffy. Gender neutral reader :0)

Black Belle: Oh, she LOVES to tell stories; it doesn't matter what it's about, Belle will get up and really get into character when it's story time. She loves gossiping, bitching about her ex's, prying into your private life, etc. Belle is quite the woman, and becomes tenfold when she's drunk. She's loud and proud, quick to anger, but also quick to laugh. If you take her into town then your night will either end in a hotel room, or nursing her wounds after she punches a man for looking at her funny. Flaco Hernández: Flaco's a loud mouth when he's sober, but when that man is drunk, you'll need to plug your ears. He laughs at almost everything, a deep and chesty chuckle that can be heard throughout all of town. He's surprisingly quite the pacifist, and would much rather make friends than enemies, but if a fella keeps getting on his nerves then he'll happily mop the floor with them. He'll also flirt with you, it doesn't matter who you are, Flaco suddenly loses all his self-doubt when he's drunk, and just wants to bat his lashes and hope you'll at least sit on his lap. Maggie Fike: Like Belle, she's a tough cookie who knows her worth. She may be your boss, but she's instantly your best friend once she's had a few shots of moonshine. Maggie is a mother hen, she'll beat a fella with her cane if they simply bump into you; she may be an old woman, but she knows how to brawl better than most men out there. She also knows how to hold her liquor, and can easily outdrink any fella in the saloon. She is a moonshiner, after all. Francis Sinclair: Oh, do you struggle to understand Francis to begin with? well, you're going to be completely clueless once he's drunk. Francis is a fast talker, tenfold when he's tipsy, and completely incomprehensible when he's drunk. He's very theatrical, he talks so much with his hands that it's hard to focus on what he's actually saying, you're so captivated by how much his body moves. Francis loves to gossip, to chit chat, and won't really open up about himself unless he's several gins deep.

Hamish Sinclair: It's sometimes hard to tell when Hamish is starting to feel the liquor, but you know he's on track the second he brings up his past. He enjoys getting things off his chest, and encourages you to do the same. He'll often rant and ramble about his younger days, how he lost his leg, how much he struggled before he brought his prosthetic, etc. Hamish also dishes out advice, but in ways you don't always realize; you'll wake up the next day feeling like a new person, eager to improve for the better, simply because Hamish has subconsciously given you solid advice. Micah Bell: Annoying. This man is a nuisance no matter what, but he's practically a parasite whilst drunk. He's never itching to start a fight, but he'll jump in whenever he sees one, even if he doesn't know any of the men brawling. He's flirty, but also extremely protective of whomever he's out drinking with. Micah loves to laugh, he loves to giggle like a schoolgirl over the slightest of things, his cheeks flushed red, and his pupils blown and drawn to you. He's full of cheesy pickup lines, but can rarely get hard when he's drunk. Bill Williamson: Bill has two drunk moods: fight mode, and giggle mode. He'll flick between the two within a moments notice, but it's easy to calm him out of a fight if you're close with him. Bill just wants to have fun, even if the man can barely string a sentence together, and falls asleep easily whilst drunk. His emotions are heightened when there's liquor in his veins, so if a very drunk Bill starts crying on your shoulder about his past, then just give him a cuddle and let him doze off in your arms. Susan Grimshaw: She loves to sing, she loves to dance, she loves to reminisce about the old times. Susan is the perfect drinking buddy; she's always on the same wavelength as you. Susan has no problem putting a fella back in their place, and will often step in before you can even process what's happened, whenever anybody does the smallest thing, such as bumping into you. On the rare occasion where Susan is blackout drunk, she'll confess how much you mean to her, and how glad she is that she's met you, but she'll never remember the interaction. Kieran Duffy: He's a lightweight, he'll be staggering around and struggling to sit upright within the first few sips of his drink. Kieran is surprisingly confident, and will blurt out a compliment here and there, but his face will turn white once that comment has escaped his lips. He often feels 100 emotions at once, and it's very obvious how quickly his mood changes; talk to him about something he's passionate about to instantly calm him down, and to set him off on a long tangent that you'll probably fall asleep during.

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please can you write a piece about the reader being absolutely touch starved and how camp members/others would react/deal with/help with that? Micah would be my obvious first choice, but Flaco, Trelawny, Kieran or Dutch would absolutely float my boat as well. I defo get the feeling Micah himself would be mega touch starved so maybe that would be good for him too lol

touch starved stuff always hits me right in the feels cause its relatable, so here we go. gender-neutral reader<3

Micah

Micah knows how you feel, he knows what it's like to go for months, maybe even years without having anyone touch you. The only contact Micah receives is his fingertips brushing against another camp members as they pass him his share of the loot, and that's as good as it gets.

He'll never admit to this, but he misses human contact. He's gone for so long without anything that he's just numb to it now, a shell of a man, empty on the inside, but he's been like this for years.

"You just get used to it. You learn to have your own back, to not put your trust in others. Guess that's what we get for bein' outlaws."

Micah has two sides: either he'll be all over you in public, taking any opportunity he can to have his arm around your waist, or be kissing you in front of others; or he'll not want to be touched, not wanting to come across as weak or needy.

But behind closed doors, Micah's a sap. He's mushy, he loves being peppered in kisses whilst you tell him everything you adore about him, and he's always happy to return the favour.

If you're having a really bad day, the ones where you feel so empty and numb, then Micah will forcefully push his ego to the side and ensure you know how much you mean to him. He doesn't care if he's talking all mushy to you right in the middle of camp, or if camp members are making comments, he needs you to know that he's there for you, that he's always got your back, and that he'll do what he can to make you feel whole again.

Flaco

Flaco knows exactly how you feel. Flaco's lived a tough life, a chosen life yes, but still a tough one.

He's constantly on the run, constantly has his life on the line; he's never been able to settle down, and any time he's tried to, the law has caught up to him, and he's had to run again.

Flaco doesn't mind being open and talking about how lonely he is. He's open about how much he misses human contact, and not just the physical kind, but even just having someone to talk to as he's all alone up in the mountains.

"I guess it's my own damn fault for picking this life, huh? What else did I expect?"

Oh, Flaco is so mushy. Flaco adores all kinds of contact, he'll take everything he can get, and give everything in return tenfold.

His gang members have teased him for being 'whipped' before, but he always shrugs it off. He's the one with a sweetheart, he's the one who gets to enjoy kisses and cuddles in bed every night after making love, he's the one who gets to watch you grow and thrive as he helps that happen, not them!

Flaco's one of those people to ask if you're okay, but then ask again, like a way of saying 'I know you're not actually okay, but I'm offering the opportunity for you to talk about it, if you'd like to.'

You'll never feel touch starved ever again if you're with Flaco, and he won't get those dull feelings either!

Trelawny

Trelawny doesn't get touch starved often, but he's a very sympathetic to someone that is.

He understands how lonely it can get, how numb and cold, as he has had times in the past where he's been like that.

He's the perfect shoulder to cry on, and even more. Trelawny can't help but hold onto you after you confess that to him, and he'll encourage you to sob and rant, if you choose to, as he wants you to let it all out of your system.

"We can't go bottling our emotions up, they'll only worsen and grow. It's best to let them out, talk to someone, if we can..."

Trelawny is a very tender and sensual person, very romantic, often quite cheesy, but he makes you laugh, so how could you turn down his cheese?

He loves linking arms with you as you stroll around town, or tucking your hair behind your ear whenever it gets in the way. It's hard to feel touch starved when Trelawny has his hands on you, and on the odd occasion that he doesn't, he'll be nearby.

You could be sat at camp doing a chore, and Trelawny will be sat beside you, reading a book and often venting to you about how awful the author is.

He's always by your side, and you know you can always curl up in his arms and let it all out. Trelawny will be right there for you.

Kieran

Kieran knows exactly how you feel. He's a bundle of joy, a ray of sunshine, but that doesn't mean there aren't any dark clouds nearby.

He's never really had anybody there for him before, spending most of his life on his own, fighting for survival, always at the bottom of the food chain.

"Why would anybody go for me? I ain't got anything to offer, I don't blame 'em..."

Kieran is the type where you'll find comfort in each other; you'll bond through your shared loneliness, and create something new, warm, comforting.

He jumps at any opportunity he can to hold you, whether that's holding your hand as you walk around town together, or resting beside you as he cleans a saddle and you read a book.

He's all for being open about emotions; he really enjoys pillow talk, just lying in bed in each other's arms, having a general chit-chat, or venting about whatever bothering you. Kieran's a very supportive partner.

He's defensive too, if there's a reason to your lonely feelings, such as a past-partner not treating you right, then Kieran will become full of rage and begin swearing that he'll do something to that person if he ever meets them!!

Dutch

Dutch is the type who jumps from person to person, feeding himself before getting bored and moving on. He'll rarely admit it, but he struggles to settle down with one person, to really find someone he can connect to on a deep, personal level.

He's a bit of a snob, viewing everyone as below him, and expects a real gem to appear one day - that'll be his gem, his other half, someone who understands and encourages him, his voice of reason, the unquestionable support he needs.

Dutch won't admit this either, but he is touch starved. He could easily go and pick out a camp member or a stranger from town to spend the night with, but Dutch needs that emotional bond to satisfy his craving.

"I fear that I'll never find that, that I'll always be hungry for more, unsatisfied and unfulfilled..."

If you click with Dutch then he'll be all over you, he'll become mesmerized for you, won't be able to get enough of you.

He loves physical affection in all forms, from love making, to tender little touches like kissing the back of your hand. Dutch is the type to show you off, and ensure everybody around him knows that you're with him.

Despite what people think, he'll be there for you whenever you need it. Dutch knows you have his back no matter what, and the least he can do is hold you whilst you cry in his arms whenever you need to.

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