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Ok but,,,, bandit!reader who’s touch starved and just melts when cowboy!price touches him, even if it’s not the friendliest type of touch

Cowboy!Price X Bandit!M!Reader

!! NSFW WARNING, not proofread, cws at cut!!

Cowboy!Price who gives you a slap on the wrist for some of the minor things you do that get reported by to law, like stealing or scams. Most of the time he’ll explain that you’re too slippery to catch, but he’ll get you next time! But he knows in the back of his mind just how he’ll take care of you never learning your lesson. This man just can’t bring himself to punish you, the most he’ll do is not let you bounce on his cock. But if it is more extreme, like full blown horse theft or assault, he’ll make sure you know to change your behavior when he’s done with you.

Bandit!R who never learns when he gets in trouble, only pouting at the way Price warns him about it every single time. But sometimes when he resorts to his more extreme punishments, you’ll be put in your place for a while. One of the main things he’ll do is just, not touch you when you’re both alone. After a long day of playing cat and mouse for the authorities, he’s fed up for how much of a fool you actually take him for when you’re out getting away with things. Sometimes you just forget who owns who in this relationship, and you forget to ask when your mind needs to be reset.

Cowboy!Price who uses your neediness against you, resulting in your mind slipping into a more submissive headspace when you’re both alone. He likes when he’s in control, keeping up this whole “authority figure” feeling kind of makes him feel more powerful when he’s around you. He loves how much you try to earn his praise and affection, even resulting in not giving you any kind of affirmation for days on end just to watch you melt when you receive it. It’s a weird, sadistic pleasure of his, but he can’t help himself.

Bandit!R who whines for Prices attention, doing whatever you can to get that man to give you the simplest of praises when you’re with him. You’re not sure what kind of spell he has over you, but the feeling you get when his kind words and showings of affection hit, it you makes you feel euphoric. You need him to know how good you can be, and you need him to know how willing you are for him to know.

cw!! for small boot stuff, needy reader, praise, degradation n name calling, spit as lube, unprotected sex, sub!bottom reader, dacryphilia, blowjobs, cockwarming, affirmations and aftercare bc I’m a sucker for a happy sub im sorry guys :(

You’re stationed on your knees in front of John, your hands fidgeting as you wait patiently for his orders. Your mouth feels dry as you swallow for what feels like the millionth time, staring up into his dark eyes as you watch the gears turn in his head. He nods his head at you in confirmation, you immediately reaching your hands up to unbuckle his belt. You whine as your eyes trace the outline of his hard on before your hands get to, quickly moving to pull down his undergarments. You grab at his cock slowly, licking at the tip with your tongue. The taste of the pre leaking from his tip is enough for your mind to start to fog up, immediately forgetting everything that has happened that day, or between you two in the past for that matter.

Price groans as you slowly start to take his length into your mouth, knowing full well you won’t stop yourself until you reach the bushel of hair that rests on his pelvis. He lets you do what you want for right now, letting you slowly sink into your own headspace. His foot slowly inches forward, the toe of his boot nudging against your own excitement in your pants. You moan at the feeling, unknowingly moving your hips to grind against his boot. You try to stay focused on sucking him off, your hands coming up to rest of his legs for support. You make eye contact with him, batting your eyelashes at him.

“You’re already so excited for me, boy. Wonder how eager you’ll be to take this inside you, hm?” He talks to you with a rough edge to his voice, chuckling at the dumb look you’re giving him. He finds it so cute when you decide to let go of your tough personality only when you’re beneath him. “Tsk, wonder how I got lucky with such a floozy.” He spits down at you, his harsh words only egging you on more to do better, choking slightly on his cock as you begin to suck on him faster. Price lets out rough noises as he grabs at the back of your head, shoving your mouth onto his cock. He releases down your throat, smirking at the way you cough and gag, his release dripping from your tongue when he pulls out of your mouth.

Tears prickle in your eyes at his lack of words, trying to cover up the way his lack of praise is affecting you. You watch as his hand gives his cock a few lazy strokes, thinking to himself. “Get up on the bed, boy.” He orders you, watching as you scramble to kick off your pants and lay on your back on the bed, a white dress shirt the only thing lingering on your body when Price moves up to you. “Already know what position I like ya in, huh whore?” He sneers at you, a mock disgusted tone in his voice. You can only nod, tears still brimming in your eyes as you look up at him, his hands moving to pull your hips against him. John wastes no time in spitting on his fingers, wanting to be nice enough to prep you.

As he slides his fingers into you, you try to distract yourself from the dull pain of them entering you. Your breathing begins to slowly pick up, searching around for something to comfort you. You whimper as you grab for his free hand, squeezing it. Rather than him pulling away, Price moves his hand up to your chest, playing with the closed buttons on your shirt. You pout at him, his hand then moving to your face. His thumb caresses your bottom lip, watching your mouth open with a small moan as he continues to work you open with his fingers. He pushes his thumb into your mouth slowly, watching as saliva that was previously pooling in your mouth is now escaping onto his thumb. He doesn’t mind it, almost getting off to how gone you looked, how much you seemed to trust him in this moment.

He slowly removes his fingers from your entrance, removing his thumb from your mouth and giving his cock a few good strokes. You whimper embarrassingly loud as he pushes his tip into you, beginning with slow, but fair thrusts. You’re still not completely satisfied, whimpering more from the praise he’s withholding from you. He notices this, smirking to himself when he pushes his cock further into you, watching as your eyes shoot open. With the water brimming in your eyes now slowly falling down your cheeks, you begin to whine, trying to keep yourself together. Trying to keep your composure, in order to feel like you haven’t failed him.

But instead of a harsh reaction, you feel warm, gentle hands caressing your thighs. You sniffle as you wrap your legs around his waist, gentle sobs leaving you as you try to keep it together. Price coos at you, finally deciding to let you have a nice time. He moves his hands up to grab at yours, putting them on his shoulders. “Thas a good boy, fuck. Such a good damn boy f’me.” He curses into your ear, fucking into you faster. The praise makes you lose your mind, your cock leaking onto your stomach as an orgasm builds up inside you, your breath quickening. Price feels your hands dig into his back slightly, groaning at the way you’re just so desperate for him. He picks up the speed of his thrusts, watching as tears stream down your face, saliva leaving your lips as you begin to babble out words.

Price can only hush you, kissing lightly at your freshly tear stained cheeks. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart.” He praises you, grunting as he feels his own orgasm building. You begin to whine and moan louder, your own release building up with his. John moves one of his hands down to stroke at your leaking cock, soft kisses being planted on your lips as he does so. The whole thing is making you crazy, and the sweet noise you make when you cum on his hand is enough to make him slam his hips against yours, releasing inside of you. He collapses on top of you, rolling onto his back and keeping his cock plugged into you. He lets you keep his cum inside you for now, making a mental note to give you a good cleaning later. He finally wraps his arms around you, the feeling making your body feel like mini explosions.

You smile tiredly as you nuzzle up into his neck, a blanket being pulled up to cover the bottom half of your slowly. You whimper gently as Price whispers sweet word into your ear, keeping you feeling happy with his word of praise. “There’s my good boy.” He says to you softly, kissing away at your face. Sure, the dynamic you and Price display is fun. But when you’re cuddled up close to him, feeling his warmth again yours, you sometimes wish this was all this was. But for now, you keep that to yourself, resting your head on his chest or neck. You would love to stay like this forever.

~ ★

It’s currently 3:42am and I’m tired as shit, gn mwah

Tags: @rodolfoparras hi :3 <3

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batfleshh · 6 months

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happy hour

Arthur Morgan x m!reader | October 16th

Warnings: usage of alcohol, spit as lube? , boot riding (I’ve never written this before so idk how it works) , praise, cum eating, cumming in pants, Arthur drinks but you’ve had a few more than him, one night stand?, handjob, quick aftercare, he’s so silly i love him , grrhhh gay, this takes place in the middle of the 2/3 chapter ig

Arthur wasn’t the kind of man that let stress get to him. He could find his way around a problem, even if it meant not acknowledging it. He wasn’t the type to be a regular at the saloon, but it didn’t hurt to buy a few every now and then. When he entered the saloon, it seemed to be a particularly busy night. There was a lot of talking, some men arguing over a game of poker and a few women sitting around a table with their men.

The bar seemed to be riddled with the common drunks, loud mouths with scars and scruffy beards. There was a particular man sitting there, though. He seemed to be lost in space, an opened bottle of beer sat next to him, only half of it had been drank. The man was clearly intoxicated, eyes holding a clouded type of emotion one can only describe as bliss.

Being someone who isn’t one to judge, Arthur made his decision to sit right next to the man, not being bothered by his presence. After ordering a whiskey, Arthur let himself deep dive into his own thoughts, not noticing how the other man had now slumped himself down onto the bar, eyes half lidded.

He then felt a small tap on his hand, the feeling slightly surprising him out his trance. He looked down at the hand, then at the face that it belonged to. It was you, the slumped beer drinker, a dopey smile on your face.

“Yer’ real handsome, mister.”, you said to him, the alcohol visibly working in your system. Arthur gave a polite smile, nodding at the fellow before speaking. “Well that’s mighty kind of you, partner.” The two men exchanged a glance, a small smile on both of their faces.

“‘S you married, mister?”, the question made Arthur’s face flush in surprise. He gave a chuckle, sitting up straight in his stool, “not currently, no.”

You slowly sat up, head heavy as you reached for your opened beer, taking a quick sip before continuing to speak. “Thas’ a shame. Yer’ faarr too handsome to be alone.”, a drunken giggle escapes your lips, eyes scanning his face more. You slowly move your hand to place it onto his arm, it surprised him, but he didn’t think much of it, not feeling very threatened by you as he could easily kill you if he wanted to.

He had never really flirted with a man before, meaning this was kind of a new experience for him. But he just thought Fuck it, might as well try this out. So after downing his whiskey, he moves his face closer to yours, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he says, “You tryna’ cure my loneliness, boy?”

He seemed pleased with himself as you gave a quick nod, that smile of yours growing wider as he flagged down the bartender, asking him for a room and a key, placing a small stack of bills onto the counter. He slowly gets up, a look of interest on his face as he silently asks if you’re coming with him. You give a firm nod, immediately standing up to follow after him.

When you reach the room, you pull him inside by his vest, making sure to close and lock the door behind you. You pull him to your lips, legs stumbling to stay up right as you breathe through your nose. He gives a chuckle into the kiss, grabbing onto your waist to hold you up right. You both move closer to the bed, him laying down on his back as you move to sit on his lap, moving down to keep your lips connected to his. He pulls away, huffing to catch his breath as you whine at the loss. He grabs ahold of your chin, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Woah there, boy. You sure yer’ okay with everything?”, he asks cautiously, not sure if your mind is fully cleared to make that sort of decision. You let out a little noise, a small pout on your face as you stare at his lips, longing for the taste again. “Wan’ kiss you again,” you say absentmindedly, not focusing on answering the question he had asked. He sits up slowly, a hand on your lower back to steady you as he uses to other to support himself as he does. You lean forward against him, a giggle leaving your lips even though nothing seemed to be happening.

You slowly began to grind yourself onto him, your face moving to hide against his neck. Arthur groaned as his cock slowly jumped to life in his pants, grabbing back onto your waist. He hummed as he thought of an idea, moving his head back to speak to you. “Get on your knees f’me, sweetheart.”, he spoke to you gently, giving a sweet smile as he watches you nod and get off of his lap slowly, stumbling to move slowly onto your knees. As you get down, your hands move to rest between your legs. Arthur lets out a small noise of displeasure, pushing his foot against your hands. “Move ‘em, boy, need access to that area.”

You nod, a little confused but you comply, moving your hands to the side of you. He slowly moves his foot between your legs, front of his boot rubbing against your clothed cock. You whimper at the feeling, your hands moving up to grab at the cowboy’s pants leg. You move a hand up to fiddle with his belt, pulling at the buckle lightly. Arthur grins at your eagerness, helping you unbuckle his belt with one of his free hands.

You lean your head against his leg slowly, freeing his cock from his pants. You spit onto your hand, slowly moving back up to begin stroking at his cock. It was a slow pace, the outlaw leaning his head back to let out a deep groan. You slowly began to grind yourself against his boot, small moans and whines leaving your throat as you press your face into his leg. Arthur slowly raises the tip of his foot, slowly grinding it against you.

Your hand slowly begins to pick up speed, it traveling up to the tip of his cock all the way back down. Your mind felt clouded, the experience being almost a little too much to process considering how fast the night was moving. After a little while, you slowly feel yourself reaching closer to the edge, your hips beginning to move faster. Arthur seems to take notice of this, his hips moving to thrust into your hand ever so slightly.

You let out a long moan, releasing into your clothes as you feel a warm liquid trickle down your hand. You look at your hand, the familiar white fluid covering it. You look up at Arthur, smiling as he reaches down to pat you on the head. “Thas’ a good boy. You did well, sweetheart.”, he praises as you nod at him. You move your hand to your mouth slowly, licking away the mess. He helps you to your feet after putting his cock away, buckling his belt back up as you grumble at the uncomfortable feeling in your pants. He helps you to the bath, not really bothering to pay for it.

He knows he shouldn’t bother waiting for you, but he does. When you’re out, you move back to him, a giddy smile on your face. He takes you back to the room he paid for, laying you down on the bed after you shed most of your clothing off. You move under the blanket, immediately shutting your eyes when your head hits the pillow. He moves towards the door and tips his hat to you, not knowing if you see the gesture or not, and with that, he was gone.

~ ★

a/n: THIS TOTALLY ISNT LONG.

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