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cowboyfromh3ll · 7 months

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Hcs for how each of the boys to react to "I'm pregnant"?

Any of them that you want to write for :)

So excited

English not my first language. Sorry

Van Der Linde Gang's Boys' Reactions To "I'm pregnant" (And Eagle Flies)

Hehehe this was so cute and also I didn't edit this ❤️

Warnings: none

Arthur Morgan

He'd be so fucking happy

Probably in disbelief at first but oh my God he'd be overjoyed

Ask you if you're serious over and over

Once he's convinced he's gonna ask all these questions about your physical and mental wellbeing

Celebrates with you (whatever that entails wink wink)

In his elated haze he's gonna wanna ask all these questions about your future together as parents

Is aware the gang ain't the best place to raise a kid but he'll reassure you that you'll have the whole gangs support

John Marston

Oh god

Let's just say he wouldn't be the most elated parent 😭💀

He's already got Jack and now he needs to take care of another?

If this were a revelation that came earlier in the game he's gonna be very irresponsible but I feel like he wouldn't deny that the kid was his

So at that point he's sort of forced to actually give a damn about him

And believe me he'd try but he wouldn't be the best at it, would need guidance

If this came later in the game like epilogue he'd probably be WAY more happier.

Your lives are finally settled and you can afford to have a kid

He'd be the happiest and more supportive husband and dad

Still wouldn't be sure about all the ropes but he'd try

Dutch Van Der Linde

He'd be SO happy

Like genuinely he'd shower you with gifts and praise and reassurance

I feel like part of it would be a power thing for him because not only can he lead a gang, but now he can lead a family

Also some sort of weird power symbol for him. Idk how, but it is

Wouldn't let you lift a finger

Would probably keep you in his tent to rest 24/7 and only allows a few people (Grimshaw, Hosea) to see you

He's going to hope and pray it's a boy

Charles Smith

HE'D BE IN SO MUCH SHOCK AND FEEL SM HAPPINESS IT'D BE SO CUTE

You sorta have to repeat the news to him a few times for him to fully absorb it

Literally a dream of his to start a family one day so now that he has it he's ecstatic

Probably incentive to leave the gang though, doesn't want his child growing up in that environment

Would prefer if you sit back and rest but won't hold you back if you don't want to

Javier Escuella

This is cause to celebrate

Takes you into town on a date

Offers you massages, foot rubs, hand massages

Sings to you to calm you

Holds your hair when you throw up (true love)

Buys you clothes to accomodate to your changing body

Kieran Duffy

THE SWEETEST REACTION

I feel like he'd start crying

Asks to touch your belly and would speak to it

That night he'd fall asleep while holding it

Wakes up the next morning and remembers you're pregnant and his day is already off to an amazing start

Get drunk while celebrating it and he'd boast to everyone about how he's gonna be a dad

Sean Macguire

He'd say some stupid shit I already know it

Probably crack a sex joke

He's getting stupid, fucking drunk. I'm talking black out

He's probably gonna wanna celebrate if you catch my drift HAHAHA

He'd forget to be gentle sometimes out of excitement, like carrying you around and cheering

Refuses to let you do any work

In private I feel like he'd cry

Lenny Summers

He'd probably panic a bit at first

Ask all these questions about how you guys are gonna be parents and if you're even ready

Once the two of you talk through it a little more he'll calm down and his nerves turn to excitement

I'm assuming y'all would be real young so he'd seek for a lot of guidance in the others

Constantly asks you questions about what you want and need

Bill Williamson

He'd be so flustered and nervous

Probably in disbelief for a while and asks if you're serious

I wouldn't blame you for thinking he's upset with the news at first

But he just needs time to process how his life's about to change!

He becomes even more gentle with you, more than he already is

Will argue with Miss Grimshaw about letting you rest/lightening your work load

And let's be real, she would lower your work load but he'd insist it stops altogether

Micah Bell

He'd be in disbelief, but bad disbelief

That or the sleaziest reaction

I'm leaning more towards sleazy reaction

Talks about how he's gonna raise the bravest kid and he's constantly gonna reference to the kid as he because I'm convinced he wants a boy

Brags to the others

Don't get me wrong the gang's happy for you but the way Micah uses it as a point of elevation is IRRITATING

Hosea Matthews

He's the cutest like seriously

He'd be sooo happy

Probably in disbelief that he even managed to get you pregnant

I believe he'd cry, and openly, he's not ashamed! He's happy!

Announces it to the whole gang, means for celebration

Takes you on dates to buy cute little baby items ahhh

Eagle Flies

HE'D FREAK THE FUCK OUT

Pace around the room asking if you're for real, contemplates his entire life, curses himself for cumming inside

You'd have to calm him down and talk him through it

It'd be a super emotional moment for the two of you, eventually he'd realize he's fine with the idea of kids and he's just nervous!

Would ask his dad and a lot of tribe members for advice

Over time he'd get way more excited and bring up the topic more often

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anithesunshineoutlaw · 3 months

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The Van der Linde Boys Romantic Headcanons

( Realistic, Includes: Dutch Van der Linde, Javier Escuella, Bill Williamson, Charles Smith, Lenny Summers, Micah Bell, Kieran Duffy )

Trigger Warning: Manipulation on Micah's part

Dutch Van der Linde - Words of Affirmation/ Physical touch

• Dutch is one smooth man. He knows exactly how to hit right into your heart. And he does it well. But his honeyed words aren't the only thing charming about him. He does it unexpectedly most times, you never know when you'll have him take your hand and hold it like he's holding diamonds in his grasp. When he'll come from behind and hold you to him like you are everything he has ever wanted. When he will pull you into a slow dance and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You never know.

He is patient though, he knows when to give you space and wait.

Javier Escuella - Words of Affirmation/ Physical touch, Acts of service

• Javier can basically be described as golden. While he is far from perfect, he emphasizes his good qualities so much, it's hard to see him as anything but the best. If he loves you, he will show it. He will shower you in compliments and treat you like the most precious gem on the Earth. While he would love showering you in affectionate nicknames and all that, he wouldn't go too fast. He takes things slow, takes his time winning you over. There are times he acts completely casual with you and then suddenly, he's treating you like royalty and placing a kiss on your hand as he rambles about how wonderful you are. It's a bit confusing sometimes.

Anyways, when he's calmer, he has other ways to show his love for you. Like sharing your work, he takes the hard part, you get the easy one. And for every mission he can, it's always like that. It's his way of showing his will to care for you and the ability to mutually grow together in the future.

Bill Williamson - Acts of service/ Quality time

• Bill is a little confused when it comes to romance. Frankly, he doesn't know how to act. He's trying, he really is but he's not good at it. He believes he has to proof himself to you so the only way he knows how to woo you is by taking care of things for you. He constantly works and does your job in order to get your attention. He will never admit he is searching for it and even if he receives your attention, he'll act as if he doesn't want it. But he does, if you acknowledge his efforts, it would keep him awake at night for the whole week.

He's very reclusive in a way but he tries to spend time with you without being obvious, he acts like it's all casual and friendly hangout but it means a lot more to him than that.

Charles Smith - Physical touch/ Acts of service

• Charles isn't very open about his affection. Not that he denies it but he doesn't talk about it often. So besides admiring you from afar, his way of revealing his care is by subtle touches. Holding your waist when passing by you, brushing his hand slightly against yours while you walk together, tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, you name it. He doesn't comment on his actions but it's often you see him smile slightly when he gets to interact with you. He's of course very careful and he would immediately stop if he notices it bothers you.

Another way he likes to show his love for you is by taking care of your work for you. He'll often take on your chores, help you with a mission or even offer to take your place for a task so you get to rest. It's his way of showing he values you.

Lenny Summers - Quality time

• Lenny's way of courting is most out of all spending time together. He would take every chance to see you and get into a conversation with you. He's a good listener and an even better charmer. His confidence and intelligent insight show off what he could offer to you but he also makes sure to express tenderness and vulnerability as to present himself the way he fully is and the way he hopes for you to accept him in the future. He wants to show he's always going to be upfront with you and that if it comes to it, he wouldn't shy away from fixing his flaws and working on himself. For you both.

He doesn't overwhelm you with compliments but he doesn't miss the chance to share his thoughts on everything he admires about you either. He would share what he sees in you but there's never pressure for you to reciprocate those feelings. You could brush him off and he would respect it just as he respects you.

Micah Bell - Words of affirmation/ "Acts of service"

• Micah as terrible as he is, knows how to play his cards right. He is manipulative and observant, if he wants you, he will use your deepest desire to get to you. So, of course his main love language would be words of affirmation. Lying is practically his second nature, he can easily envelope flattery with qualities you like and by the end of it, he would hope he'll have you wrapped around his finger.

However if that doesn't work, he has other ways. Such as acts of service. Make no mistake though, he won't actually help you. Not with anything important. He'll either do something himself and expect a reward from it because he did it for you or he'll actually help you with a minor inconvenience and expect to be treated as your hero. Nothing in between.

Kieran Duffy - Quality time/ Words of affirmation

• Kieran isn't exactly the most bold with his approach yet at the same time he wants to express his love for you somehow. So as nervous as he may feel, he would share just how perfect you are to him. In a slightly childish way, but he means well. He would trust you so he would hang around you the most. Sometimes it's like you are being followed by a lost puppy but really, he just likes your company and he wants to enjoy it as long as possible.

He would admittedly be a little awkward sometimes as he would try to probably impress you in some way. He seems the type to get into his crush's interests so he would most definitely try a hobby you enjoy for himself. He may not like it but he would still show interest towards your feelings about it. He likes listening to you ramble so he often ends up staying quiet and staring at you with a certain lovestruck gaze. Before of course hurriedly replaying once it's his turn to speak.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #x reader #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 x reader #dutch x reader #charles smith x reader #javier escuella x reader #kieran duffy x reader #micah bell x reader #bill williamson #romantic headcanons #tw: manipulation #lenny summers

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allzelemonz · 7 months

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Dare: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

(Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, Sean MacGuire, Javier Esquella)

Fictober Prompt: Day 17, Multi Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘fella’ and ‘man’, heavy masculine implication Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: (have you ever been in a men’s locker room and things got a little weird), smut, background relationships, masturbation, hand jobs, kissing, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, facial, cum swallowing, Micah being an asshole, flirting, casual sex, everyone is gay but especially Bill Summary: Drunk Sean wanting to get off prompts a dare to jerk off and last longer than anyone else at the fire. Gay chaos of a sort ensues.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Arthur nearly shrieks, his head turning away from a much drunker Sean.

“Oh, come on now, Englishman.” Sean giggles. “We’re all men here, ain’t no trouble at all, is it?”

His hand palms at the bulge in his pants. A bulge that has only now been noticed and has the rest of camp’s attention. Bill fixes his eyes for a few seconds before he looks away, shifting his legs nervously. You try to look almost anywhere else.

Sean grins. “Ya know what, fellas, I bet you I can get myself off ‘fore any a’ you.”

Micah scoffs. “We all heard yer whore goin’ off ‘bout how ya can’t last, cowpoke.”

Sean hisses, stilling his hand. “Fine, then I bet I can ‘least outlast a greasy arse of man like you.”

“What?” Javier grimaces. “You want us all to sit here with our dicks out?”

“Embarrassed, Mister Escuella?” Sean laughs, giving him wavy eyebrows.

“We’re not all gonna jerk off in front of each other.” You mutter. “That’s insane.”

Sean sits up, putting a falsely offended hand over his chest. “That ain’t fair, big man.” A grin grows over his face. “What if I dared all a’ ya?”

“A dare?” Charles mutters.

Sean proudly puts his hand over his bulge. “I dare each a ya ta last longer than the legend Sean MacGuire. An’ whoever lasts longest, I’ll give ya my share a’ the job.”

The men around the fire shuffle, some hiding their own erections, others simply uncomfortable. It’s just a handful of the young men here, sent out for a train job. Arthur stares into the fire, as does Charles, Bill glances all around as he tries not to look at anyone at all, Micah and Javier seem more insulted than anyone. A dare is an odd thing, often able to make a man do things he never would, stupid things at that. And one like this, as odd as it is, is almost a challenge to each one of your own masculinity. Everything about dicks is.

You assume that’s why it’s Micah that starts unfastening his pants first. “Fine.” He mutters.

And Javier follows, wordless. Then Bill, fumbling quickly. Sean flicks his eyes between the rest of you as he fishes himself out. You admit, confident in your manhood or not, a dare is a dare so you pull your dick out as well. Arthur grumbles something to himself, doing the same. Charles is the last, seemingly embarrassed and likely thankful that his complexion hides most of the heat in his cheeks unlike most of you.

“Alright.” Sean says proudly. “Everybody gives a good effort, whatever ya like, long as ya don’t stop. Huh?”

Nods follow, each man showing their nerves in little bits and averting their eyes as much as they can. Plenty of you have been naked in front of each other or just caught glimpses during a piss break, but it’s much odder with this context to see each other’s dicks in hand.

“Count a’ three then.” Sean grins. “One! Two…! Three!”

You lick your hand and wrap your fingers around yourself, focusing down on that sight as opposed to anyone else. You flick your wrist loosely, moving slow and trying to ignore how the shivers spread over you. If you were alone it wouldn’t be much stimulation, but knowing you’re surrounded by six other men makes it just a little more exciting.

When you chance a glance up you find shamelessly wandering eyes and slow strokes all around. Arthur’s face is flushed red as his eyes stare around, the most shame anyone has. Sean lets noise spill from him easily, his hand the first to move faster. He doesn’t last long past that, Micah laughing at him as he releases.

“Shit…” Sean sighs, staring down at the mess of his pants.

Some of the other men still, looking at the loser of the little competition.

“Well don’t stop on my account.” Sean says with a smile. “Winner gets my share a’ the job, remember?”

The slow strokes continue.

Sean looks around for a moment before you see a grin spread over his face as he tucks himself away. “‘a course, that don’t mean I can’t play favorites.”

“The hell’s that mean?” Bill mutters.

Sean stands, slowly making his way over to Micah. “Ain’t like ya need the money, do ya?”

Micah eyes the Irishman warrily, but makes no move to stop him from dropping to his knees. Sean shocks everyone around the fire when he takes Micah in his mouth. Micah hisses, moving his hand out of Sean’s way and into his tangled red hair. Bill gasps next to you, his eyes fixed on the sight. You look away, the thought of Sean’s share of money paying for a nicer saddle or something keeping you restrained. Micah caves, gripping Sean’s hair and fucking into his mouth until he releases.

Sean coughs and splutters, swallowing most of the cum before he can pull himself away. “Least…” Sean spits. “Least you ain’t winnin’, ya lousy arse. When’s the last time ya wash that little thing a’ yours anyway?”

Micah scowls at him, tucking himself away. “You wanna play rough, MacGuire, fine.”

It’s like a cloud of hated lust washes the sense from everyone, both Micah and Sean moving to a target they don’t want winning.

As Arthur glares at Micah, Sean smirks. “New rule, boys. Ya get picked by somebody that’s out, ya gotta let ‘em try fer at least a minute.”

“That’s stupid.” Arthur mutters, eyeing Micah as the blond smirks down at him.

“Only fair, Morgan.” Micah says. “I ain’t gonna be the only fool that got out on a technicality.”

Arthur grumbles, but doesn’t stop Micah from gripping him and stroking furiously. Your heart skips when Sean’s eyes meet yours and he takes a few steps forward.

“No hard feelings, big man, Bill said he’d buy me a drink.” Sean snickers as he drops to his knees in front of you.

You shudder when he touches you, your hot skin buzzing at his cool fingers. But before you can blink, his mouth has engulfed your entire length. Sean is far too good at this. He bobs his head and you will yourself not to give in for the minute he has.

Across the fire, Arthur shoves Micah away. “Ya had yer chance, sick bastard.”

Micah grunts, wiping his hand on his pants before turning to Bill and starting his process again. Bill moans at the touch, struggling not to buck up into Micah’s hand. You’ve lost track of Sean’s minute, but he wasn’t far behind Micah so you shove at his shoulder.

“Better luck next time.” You say, your voice shaking a bit as you replace your hand.

Sean grins up at you, whispering. “Hope ya win.”

Likely because he’s losing his promised drink with the way Bill is shutting under Micah’s touch. Just as Sean reaches Javier to tease, Bill releases with a gasp. Micah grins to himself but you catch it, you also notice how he doesn’t stop as Bill shakes but instead strokes him through it.

“Get Morgan.” He mutters.

Bill nods, sweat covering his face. Micah straightens himself and glances between you and Charles, opting for you after a few seconds.

“Sorry, cowpoke.” He mutters. “Just rather touch you than him.”

“Fuck off, Micah.” You say through gritted teeth.

Micah smiles at you as he sits down next to you, leaning close as his arm wraps around your waist and his hand closes on your dick. “That ain’t any way ta talk. I’m ‘bout ta get ya off, ain’t I?”

For as much of an ass as Micah is, he’s good at this. Your mind wanders, picturing all the times you’ve seen Micah by the fire cleaning his guns. His fingers wrapped around the barrel as he drags the cloth over the metal.

“Shit!” You gasp.

Micah’s hand feels better than Sean’s mouth did, fast and furious strokes making you have to stop yourself from squirming. A low groan from Javier takes him out as he fills Sean’s throat, the Irishman not pulling off like he did with Micah and choosing to swallow it all this time. Only a moment later, Arthur mutters a curse as he releases onto Bill’s face and dirties the man’s beard. He mumbles an apology as Bill grumbles about it, both of them blushing deeply.

“Alright, alright.” Sean says. “Let’s give our finalists a chance.”

Micah leans a little closer as he takes his hand back. “Win this, cowpoke.”

You shutter as his breath hits your neck.

Sean grins. “Hands away now, boys! Take a breather.”

Charles pulls his hand back, resting it on his thigh as he eyes the group. You swallow thickly, still feeling all the heat from Sean and Micah’s attempts. Charles hasn’t even been touched once, he has the advantage.

“How should we do this, boys?” Sean asks, turning to the group of losers. “Let ‘em keep at it, help ‘em out?”

“This is stupid.” Arthur grumbles.

Bill is too occupied with trying to get the cum out of his beard to answer.

Javier is still catching his breath from his orgasm.

Micah shrugs.

“Fine.” Sean grins. “I’ll be the judge ‘ere. Javier an’ Bill.” He points to you. “Ya work on ‘em an’ Arthur an’ Micah get Charles.”

No one moves for a moment. You look over and share a sympathetic look with Charles.

Sean groans. “Come on, boys! Have a little fun… I’ll buy a round a’ drinks.”

It’s enough to get Bill at your side, Javier follows as Micah and Arthur go to Chalres.

“Alright, count a’ three.” Sean grins, rubbing his hands together like the schemy little shit he is. “One, two…three!”

Bill goes straight for your dick, wrapping his big hand around it and stroking almost as well as Micah. You screw your eyes shut, trying to focus on lasting. It becomes infinitely harder when Javier’s hand dips below Bill’s and finds your balls still tucked in your pants. He leans in close, whispering a mix of English and Spanish in your ear and you know well enough that every word is dirty even though you try to tune it out. You can hear Micah snickering in the distance and take it as a good sign, he’d be the type to laugh at Charles getting off and losing. Bill’s other hand wanders up your chest and squeezes at your pecs briefly before he winds it under your shirt and feels at your skin. Javier’s other hand finds your jaw and his fingers trail as he turns your head. Your eyes peek open in time to see him smirk, then he kisses you as his hand squeezes at your balls firmly.

With their hands all over you, you can’t hold it anymore. It’s like a burst. The waves hit you hard and you spasm as you cum over your pants. Bill strokes you through it, his other hand gentle as it settles on your waist. Javier muffles whatever odd little noises you would have made, trailing off in smaller kisses before he stops. You open your eyes to look at him and he kisses your cheek with a wink. The three of you look over at the competition. Micah is stroking furiously, as he did with the others he tried to sabotage while Arthur kisses Charles’s neck and a hand plays with his nipples under his open shirt. Charles won, he hasn’t cum yet.

“Damn it.” Bill grumbles, glancing at you. “Was hopin’ you’d win.”

“Your fault.” You reply, breath still not quite back in your lungs.

Bill blushes. “Sorry, got, uh, caught up…”

“‘s alright…” You slur, head spinning still.

Sean doesn’t say a word to stop anything, holding a finger to his lips to silence any of you from alerting them. It’s only fair. Charles holds strong, though he seems to enjoy it when Arthur kisses him properly as his hand grips the other’s hair and holds him in place. Micah, never one to like losing and still unaware of his sealed fate, takes Charles in his mouth. Javier has to clap a hand over his lips to keep a laugh from alerting them. All of you sit in shock, never expecting Micah to suck off a man he berates on a daily basis even for the sake of winning some silly competition.

Charles’s hips buck and Micah moans when his hair is gripped and his mouth is used. His hands do nothing to stop it, only wandering over Charles’s thighs as he’s used. It only takes a minute after that, Charles’s hips stutter and he holds Micah flush to him as he releases. Arthur continues to kiss him and Micah is held in place despite his squirming until Sean clears his throat.

“Ya won, boys.” He grins. “Unless ya wanna keep goin’.”

Micah shoves himself away, falling back on his ass as he spits and coughs. Charles watches him, smiling for a moment before pulling Arthur closer and continuing.

“Alright then…” Sean turns to you and your saboteurs. “Anybody else all cheeky now?”

Bill grumbles something, standing and going over to Micah. He grips the smaller man by his collar, yanking him to his feet and shoving him towards the little collection of tents.

Sean has his eyebrows raised when he turns back, but he grins. “I ain’t gonna lie, I seen them hidin’ in the trees a couple times.”

“So you made us all get each other off?” Javier smirks, his arm draping around your shoulders. “Lousy move, cabrón.”

“I didn’t make ya do a thing ya didn’t wanna.” Sean crosses his arms. “It ain’t my fault you boys all wanted ta fuck each other.”

You sigh, remembering to tuck yourself away and glancing over to the winning fools. They’re nowhere to be seen. “They sneak off?”

“Suppose they did.” Sean chuckles. “Filthy sods.”

Javier waits a beat before turning to you. “Seems like everyone else is having a good time tonight. You wanna?”

Before you can answer, Sean whines. “Ya gonna leave me out? I’m the one that got ya started!”

“You’re taking then.” Javier mutters.

Sean grins. “Happily.”

You shake your head, sighing. “Fine, I guess.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy me, cariño.” Javier whispers, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

You hang your head, smiling softly. “Shut up, Escuella.”

He tugs at your arm as he stands, pulling you with him.

The fire light dies down over the course of the night. Faint, muffled moans and whimpers can be heard if you really listen, but it’s mostly that distinct sound of skin hitting skin that echoes well into the night. Some of you can’t walk in the morning, very much complicating the robbery and no one knows how you all are going to explain the failure to Dutch.

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unmaskthewriter · 7 months

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Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You {Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader}

Summary: Arthur realizes he’s in love with you.

A/N: As suggested/requested by @photo1030 . I apologize for the delay as I’m packing for travel and also I just got into Read Dead online for the first time all while completing RDR1 (first time) and RDR2 (second time). I know you suggested a different song/title but I couldn’t stop thinking about Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by Frankie Valli. also did just watch Jersey Boys this weekend so that could be why. Anyways, despite it all, I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: none, just pure fluff as requested <3 except for Karen threatening to commit violence on Sean 👀

Word Count: 650+

It was nearly evening as Arthur returned from the bank robbery in Valentine. As the sun sank lower in the sky, it created a beautiful array of colors on the water. He approached the savings box behind Dutch’s tent, placing half his take into the box. Micah sat with Bill and Javier at a table, talking them into yet another round of Five Finger Fillet.

“You’ve taken nearly all my money!” Javier whined.

Mary Beth and Tilly were sitting in their tent, working on laundry and clothes that needed mending. Karen was sitting alongside Sean around the campfire, a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“Ah, c’mon lass, just one kiss!” Sean leaned closer to Karen, pointing to his cheek as she looked on, disinterested.

“Only thing you’ll be getting is this bottle over your head if you don’t quit your beggin.” Karen warned, taking a swig of the whiskey. Sean only laughed.

“Where would I be without ya, Miss Karen?” Sean questioned, to which she rolled her eyes.

“Dead, hopefully.” She mumbled, looking away from the Irishman.

“Oh, don’t play at that, lass. Ya know ya love me.” Sean teases the young woman.

Arthur ventured throughout camp in search of you. On a typical day, you were often around the campfire either listening to Javier’s music, or talking with the girls at their tent. He wandered out to the lake, leaning against a tree at the edge of the wood line. He lights himself a cigarette, taking a long drag as he watches on.

You were standing in the water, barefoot, with your pants rolled up to your knees. Jack sat nearby, making a necklace with small, coral flowers. Too focused on the line in the water to realize Arthur’s presence, Jack giggled as he looked at Arthur. The gunslinger only held a finger to his lips, smiling softly as the cigarette dangled there.

“I know I’m not quite the fisherman as I talked myself up to be. It’s okay, you can laugh.” You tease unknowingly. Arthur’s heart skipped at the sight, something he didn’t think possible. Prior to this evening, Arthur always believed he’d belong to Mary, even if she had moved on and married someone else her father approved more of.

Though now, seeing you there in the water while the setting sun reflected off of you and gave you this wonderful glow… all thoughts and dreams of Mary vanished in that very moment. All he could feel in this moment was a strange swelling of his heart when he looked at you. Now, Arthur never considered himself romantic but in this moment, doing something as simple as fishing and barely doing that gave him this light, fluttery feeling in his heart, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in quite some time. As you stepped out from the water, you turned to see Arthur standing there.

“Oh!” You held a hand over your chest, startled. You relax as you put the fishing rod away, “Didn’t see you there. How’ve you been?” You ask as Jack stands and gathers the flower necklace he had made.

“Good… was wondering what you were up to. See you’re teaching him all you know about fishing.” Arthur teases as he steps forward, putting the cigarette out beneath his boot. A blush creeps across your face as you look away, trying desperately to avoid his gaze.

“Don’t think I know too much on the matter, Mr. Morgan.” You admit shyly. Arthur’s lips part to speak, only to be interrupted by the child.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry!” He insists, now standing between the two of you, “Can you swing me?” He questioned excitedly. You look to Arthur who nods to you in return.

“Anything for you.” You ruffle the boy’s hair. Each taking hold of the child’s small hands, you and Arthur swing Jack gently between the both of you as you return to camp, like one happy family.

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption #arthur morgan x reader #fluff #no angst #this time #rdr2 fanfic #jack marston #tilly jackson #micah bell #mary beth gaskill #javier escuella #bill williamson

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outlaw-apologist · 1 year

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The Gang With a Plus Sized Lover (RDR2 HCs)

What they would be like with a plus sized lover (Headcanons) Mostly gender neutral (mentions of gender in Bill and Micah's) Characters (in the order they appear): Arthur, Charles, Josiah, Micah, Hosea, Dutch, Mary-Beth Warnings: NSFW themes, mentions of fat phobia (mostly in Micah's). This is a little indulgent for me, so please keep that in mind. :) I'm also open to writing for more characters + other scenarios so lmk if you want to see anyone or anything in particular. (Read on AO3 here) Arthur: - God he loves you. Loves the way you’re so soft. You could wrap your whole entire body around him and lay all of your weight on him and it just feels like home. All of his worries melt away. You feel like a could cradling him. His shoulders relax and he feels blissfully warm while holding you and taking in your scent. - When he’s away from you sleeping by himself is almost impossible. His fight or flight is constantly flaring up without your presence and the man can’t sleep for more than an hour at a time. - Arthur’s not shy about scooping you up into his arms or throwing you roughly over his shoulder. He can handle you easily. Your weight has never been an issue for him. If he ever struggles to pick you up (which honestly has never really happened) he sees it as his own personal problem. He needs to make his arms stronger. After throwing around hogtied bounties all day Arthur feels pretty confident when it comes to twirling you around.

- His clothes fit you perfectly. He thought it was cute when his smaller lovers would drown in one of his shirts after a night of love making. But, to be able to wear his clothes EVERYWHERE? And they look so good on you???? When he sees you’re casually wearing one of his shirts for the day it makes his heart pound SO hard. Arthur doesn’t usually care about fashion, but sometimes he buys nice shirts and wears them around so so you’ll steal them. He thinks they’ll suit you better than him and he’s usually right. -Arthur is handsy when he’s feeling needy with his lover. Always in private, of course. He just needs to feel every part of you after being away for so long. Needs to be reassured that you’re really there whenever a traumatic event happens. He loves that there’s just so much of you for him to explore. To worship. It helps ground him in the present. - He really loves touching you. He doesn’t realize it, but you probably do. Something Arthur loves to do is dance with you! Swaying with his hands on your waist, dipping you in his arms, twirling you… He loves the intimacy of dancing with you and watching you giggle whenever you twirl. - He has never met anyone as accepting as you. Arthur’s never thought anything negative about your body but he sure as hell has a lot of insecurities about his own. He’s learned a lot from you about body acceptance and you’re the only person he’s ever been fully comfortable talking about his body with. - Arthur isn’t usually the type to be emotionally vulnerable. When something weighs heavy on his mind or heart he’ll talk about it but never would he let a lover catch him cry. He usually feels too much of a responsibility of being a man or provider. But there’s just something about you… Some nights he crumbles in your arms, sobbing against your softness. - He doesn’t mean to be stereotypical or anything, so when he starts doing this he’s a little shy. Unsure if you’d take offense to it or not. Whenever he goes out on a job or goes into town and spots something yummy he thinks you’d like to eat he’ll always get it for you. - I’m gonna say it… If you have a clothing item Arthur can wear without the others noticing it belongs to you, he will steal it from you. He loves wearing your clothes too, especially when he can smell you on him all day. He just can’t take the teasing from the other fellas. - If he ever catches wind of any comments made about your body or weight Arthur will confront that person with a fiery vengeance. Let’s just say Micah once mysteriously returned to camp with a black eye and wasn’t brave enough to look your way for weeks. -You once opened Arthur’s journal to find sketches of you, your likeness, and your body in beautiful poses. He bashfully apologizes and admits that sometimes you look so ethereal he just can’t get the image of you out of his head. - If you have stretchmarks Arthur makes it his personal mission, every love making session, to kiss every single one of them. Sometimes if you both are laying there naked talking about life, the future, etc. he’ll idly trace them. He finds them very attractive. _____ Charles: - Charles is so picky with people he falls in love with. He’s experienced a lot of… not so great things from other people’s prejudices ,so he’s not one to judge someone based off of how they look. He will sing your praises until the cows come home and defend you if it’s ever needed. He’s a fierce believer that you’re absolutely perfect; body, mind, and soul. - That being said, this man WORSHIPS you in the bedroom. He compliments your beauty, of course, but he prefers to let his hands, mouth, tongue (and cock) do the real talking. Most of the time he doesn’t care about his own needs. If the sun shines through your hair nicely that day or if you just looked cute- Charles immediately makes a mental note to eat you out once you two are alone. - He loves to take his time when he’s hiking. It’s not about who can reach the top first, but about enjoying nature for what it is. Where others might bitch and moan about how they assume you can’t keep up, Charles LOVES going with you. You both spend all the time in the world together. Catching falling leaves in autumn; identifying different wildflowers in spring; watching the elk in winter; and looking for pretty rocks or feathers during the summer months. - Similar to Arthur, Charles can pick you up as if you weigh less than a feather. He likes to tease you by playfully throwing you over his shoulder, pretending he’s kidnapping you. He loves the way it makes you squeal and giggle with delight. - In some ways Charles feels kind of relieved about your weight. He understand it can come with its own set of challenged but he’s seen so many men starve to death. People he’s loved have withered away to nothing once they caught a sickness. He knows it’s probably a false sense of security, but he can’t help but to think your weight might be your saving grace in one of these areas. He knows it sounds bad so he’ll never say it out loud. He’d be beside himself with grief if either of those things ever happen to you. - If he can touch you in some way he will. His hand will always be on your thigh or lacing your fingers together while sitting by the fire. If you go to town with him he’ll always have an arm around you. This surprised you at first because it doesn’t seem like Charles is the PDA type of man. He’s protective of you. He wants everyone to know you chose him as your lover. - Charles feels SO honored to have someone like you. You’re such a natural person. He feels as though people like you are very rare. You two compliment each other perfectly in his opinion. - Imo Charles has a hard time being with very small partners. He’s always afraid of hurting them or crushing them since he’s such a large man. You fit into his arms just right and he knows you can handle him (in more ways than one hehe). _ Saying “My blanket is too small for the both of us… I guess I’ll just have to hold you all night to keep you warm~” instead of buying a blanket bigger than a single size. He gives you the blanket anyway and still holds you. It’s really unnecessary because you want him to hold you regardless of the blanket size but Charles thinks it’s kinda funny. This is the best flirt he’s got, in his opinion. - When he can tell you’re sick of his little joke, Charles disappears for a few days then returns with the most beautiful (and HUGE) bison pelt blanket you’ve ever seen. It’s so big it practically swallows you both up. Charles isn’t one to hunt needlessly, but he knows this was worth it because you both would end up using it for years to come. He still holds you when you sleep but now you have to tell him to get off of you because you’re overheating. _____ Josiah: - I know it’s probably unexpected but I feel like he would literally foam at the mouth for a large lover. - He will ALWAYS be complimenting you, saying the sweetest most romantic things; “You are truly a goddess/god among men, my dear. I mean, look how beautiful you are. Your very presence demands attention.” “My sweet, you were created to be fed grapes and wine at your leisure. To be surrounded by the finest silks money could buy. Oh, how you are nothing short of royalty.” “Your face rivals that of any cherub presented in holy chapels around the world. If priests were to see you they might try to steal you away from me.” - You know those classical paintings that beautifully depict fat women??? He will commission SOOO many paintings of the two of you in that style. “We need to have one for every room in our house! One to put above every fire place, every tea table, and of course the parlor room!” He doesn’t even own a house. What he does with these paintings you have no idea. You did find a small version of one painting in his pocket-watch one time. It was really cute. - He’s a firm believer that you look as if you belong in high society even if that’s the very opposite of how you grew up. He will always beg you to appear on his arm whenever he has to go to Saint Denis. (Or anywhere, honestly. He’s a simp for you.) - Josiah wants you to throw his skinny little ass around. He wants you to sit on his face and break his neck, suffocate him with your ass. He’s ready to get lost in the sauce. He’s definitely the bottom in your relationship. He’ll even call you mommy/daddy if you’re into that. But he definitely has moments where all he wants to do is kiss every inch of you and worship you like a divine being. Especially if you order him to. - You don’t know how he does it, somehow professional tailors always ‘owe him a debt’. It seems as if you’re being fitted for the finest clothes at least once every other week. He loves to dote on you by gifting you the newest fashions they have to offer. - If anyone tries to get information about the gang from him all he does is talk about you. It’s to such an extreme extent that it’s soooo fucking annoying and usually they just let him go because, god damn, they can’t take it anymore. You’re kind of the gang’s saving grace when it comes to his wagging tongue. - Pleading with you for you to get boudoir photos. “Please my dear! Boudoir was made for you!!!” Literally begging you on his knees. - Whenever he disappears for long periods of time he always comes back with an expensive gift. Even if they’re not really your thing he really loves seeing you head to toe in fine (stolen) jewels. _____ Micah: - Micah is the type of man who is outwardly (and loudly) fat phobic but secretly loves to fuck fat people. - If you were his lover… Well, he’d still be fat phobic. I mean, this is Micah we’re talking about. But he’ll make most of his comments about other people and say less and less about you. He doesn’t let go of it entirely. You’re his ‘piggly wiggly’. That’s his idea of a cute nickname. - He will always make public remarks about your weight in a way he thinks is cute/funny? It’s usually very uhhh… questionable. “Let me just hold onto your love handles, sugar.” “Can you hide this in one of your folds for me?” “Uh-oh piggy’s oinkin’ again!” - If you ever get sick of his comments or upset it’s always “Awww c’mere darlin’. You know I’m just messin’ witchu.” while wrapping you up in his arms. - He wouldn’t worship you in the bedroom the way some of the others would. He “prefers a real woman, not some scrawny little starving bitch”. He loves doggy style the most. Loves playing with your ass cheeks. Spreading them and watching his cock vanish inside of you. Occasionally he’ll feel generous and he’ll focus on you more. Usually, if he catches someone else flirting with you or eyeing you he becomes really possessive and takes his frustrations out by fucking your brains out as soon as you’re both alone. - He genuinely finds you very cute and attractive. Micah really doesn’t know what to do with this information. You catch him admiring you whether you’re doing camp chores or robbing a train. - Micah only gives you genuine compliments when he’s really drunk and one else is around. - He would never admit it but he loves to sleep snuggled up to you. He doesn’t sleep often but when he does it’s usually with you. A large soft warm body next to him is just too relaxing for him to resist. -He’ll randomly come up and spank your ass in front of everyone, then he’ll laugh as it jiggles. -But god forbid anyone else around camp makes a comment about your weight. He’ll eat them up real quick. Only he can bully you. ______ Hosea: - Our man Hosea is a lover of love. If you happen to steal his heart after Bessie’s passing he would DIE for you. No, seriously. He will always treat you as an equal to him. Always tend to your needs if there are any. You are the most important person in his world. - Hosea really finds beauty in fat people. He loves curves, softness, warmth. He finds elegance within you. He truly finds your body poetic. Hosea especially loves stretchmarks. Imo he would say the clique “These are your battle scars!” “Your tiger stripes” kinda stuff. But, he would also trace them with curiosity and probably kiss them too. - After a long day he’ll always ask you if you want a massage or a foot rub. When you two have the chance to take a bath together he wants to wash you. He just loves exploring your body and caressing you. - He’s aware that he’s a tiny man. Hosea could never bulk up like the others and how small his clothes are is not lost on him. Sometimes he’ll buy an oversize coat or shirt and wear it around so some of his clothes can fit you. He feels really proud when he notices you steal his coat. However, he knows he can’t get away with doing that often in fear that you might catch on or, god forbid, one of the gang members realizes…. Instead he’ll plop his hat on your head so you can wear that around. He doesn’t want the others to give you a hard time, especially if it’s because of him. - Hosea loves sleeping on your chest. He’ll hold you, kiss you, snuggle you, but there’s a silent agreement between you both that he’s just a little too small (and sickly) to let you sleep on top of him. If he can sleep on your chest??? Catch this man making happy little noises when he’s waking up your arms. - Similar to Trelawny, he loves being seen with you. He also thinks you look as though you belong in high society and so he invites you to come with him when he needs to attend parties. - He makes sure to give you extra compliments whenever you wear new clothes. Hosea wants you to keep your confidence because, in his eyes, you truly look amazing no matter what you choose to wear. “You look stunning, my dear.” “Ah, blessing me with your beauty today?” “Wow! You look amazing. I’m one lucky man.” On the rare occasion he thinks something looks bad on you he’ll gently say “Why don’t we try this on next?” and would suggest another outfit. Then he’ll compliment that outfit so you’ll be happy and change your mind. He could never find it in his heart to be too upfront or rude about it to you. - Cupping your face. Hosea LOVES to cup your round face in his hands whenever he’s wooing you. To stare into your eyes, your soul, and tell you his feelings. You know when he’s having big feelings because it always makes him whirl around and cup your face before he admits to whatever it may be. Usually feelings of intense love for you or fear of losing you. - He dotes on you a lot. He wants to treasure you as much as possible and give you a happy life. After losing Bessie he understands how fragile life and love can be. Hosea will pick-pocket someone just so he could take you out to a nice dinner or rent a fancy room for the night. When Jack tells him about the existence of spaghetti he immediately took you out to a nice spaghetti dinner. _____ Dutch: - Dutch loves a bed warming partner. His favorite thing is when you retire for the night before him and he enters your shared tent to the warmest bed and blankets (and partner) a man could ever dream of. He’s quick to notice your loss of warmth and would wake up immediately if you left. - His comfort place is laying on your chest or thighs while reading. Perferably if he could read his book out-loud to you. - Your waist/back/neck are all points of interest for him. His hand is always on your waist. This is one of the reasons he loves dancing with you. If you’re walking next to him then his hand is placed protectively on the small of your back. When you both have time alone his fingers will trail up and down your neck where he’ll gladly leave kisses or a mark to show the camp you’re his. - I’m gonna be honest, Dutch loves using you in jobs to get intel or to be someone on the inside. It’s not that he has no concern for your safety, but no one would ever assume you’re with Dutch van der Linde’s Boys. You look so sweet and gentle, not like a robber or a thief. Certainly not like an outlaw. You’re perfect. - You find romance novels in his belongings about outlaws and plus sized love interests, though you nor anyone else in the gang have ever caught him reading it. He must be reading it in secret because a few of the page corners are bent so he could find where he left off. - Similar to Hosea, Dutch knows his stature isn’t particularly large. He likes wearing things that are more form fitting. So you don’t feel left out he’d often (conspicuously) place his hat next to you or your belongings for you to ‘steal’. He does the same with his cologne, hoping you’d use it so you’d smell like him. He never says a word, but you catch him placing these things and walking/hopping away like an excited child. He’s not really good at hiding it. He’ll stare at you as if he could silently will you to put on his hat or cologne and would quickly look away whenever you stare back. It’s really cute. The whole camp often watches in amusement. - Whenever someone leaves to go on a job and returns, candy always suddenly appears by your belongings. You have a sneaking suspicion Dutch requests it of his boys. There’s no way Bill of all people would buy you a chocolate bar of his own free will. And if he did Dutch would probably be a little offended by that. - People say Dutch is very charming and good with the ladies. You know this isn’t necessarily true. He’s just blunt and people seem to find that amusing. So when someone asks him why he chose you and Dutch responds with “I like them big” you might feel like dying inside. He means well…. Sort of… _____ Bill: - Bill prefers big. He’s a big man with a big horse, big hat… you catch my drift. It’s honestly not much of a surprise to the other gang members when he starts courting you. Actually, he’s been making flirty passes at you since you first arrived. - Bill somehow becomes shy and blushy whenever he does ANYTHING with you. The others love to make fun of him for this. Honestly it’s very sweet. Holding your hand? Blushing. Feeling you against him? His whole face is bright red right down to his neck. Seeing you naked for the first time? Bill almost dies- - ngl I think Bill will take a page from Micah and give you a nickname based on your weight. His will be a bit more tasteful. Only a bit. Your nickname might be Butterball, Fudge ball, Snowball, ect. If you don’t like being called something of this variety he’ll stop quickly. He really does love snuggling up to you cooing “My little snowball” with heart eyes though! - If his shirts aren’t big on you he sees this as a personal challenge to get bulkier/bigger. When his shirts are big on you he feels such a sense of pride that his partner is wearing his shirt and it’s big on you!!!! Whenever he catches you in one of his flannels it both melts his heart and makes him incredibly horny! Probably about 50% of the time it ends in sex. - Bill really likes to think ‘save a horse ride a cowboy’ is about him!!! He LOVES the cowgirl position and works out his hips and thighs to make sure you can ride easily on his lap. When you’re tired he loves to buck into you. Despite your size he can thrust up into you and move you with little effort. - 2 words…. Food kink. Either him eating food off of you or you eating food off of him. -Bill wants to be bigger than you. So he can scoop you up easily. When you’re next to him you look small in size. During the night if he’s cuddling with you he envelopes your whole body. - He owns a work horse for a reason. Horse rides to see the sunset is something he loves to do. He knows his horse can go long distances with both of you on its back. He prefers you to sit in front of him so he can wrap his arms around you while you ride off. Once you find some place beautiful to watch the sun disappear he’ll kiss your hair and neck, whispering to you how beautiful he thinks you are or how lucky he is to have you. - Though he is not the most educated of the bunch he has written poems for you about your curves and your beauty. Javier finds one and turns it into a song so he could embarrass Bill in front of everyone. However, he keeps it tasteful on your behalf so it doesn’t embarrass you the way it does your lover. _____ Mary-Beth: - Mary-Beth finds your size sooooo romantic! She easily daydreams of you as a lost king/queen from a far away kingdom. Or a secret member of a royal family. Sometimes she thinks of you as an adventurous mer-person. She’s written stories and enthralling tales of the two of you together in many different fantasy settings. - Arthur doesn’t really use his camera so she begs to borrow it. Mary-Beth can be quite handy when she wants to be. She ‘borrows’ fancy clothes and jewelry around town so the both of you can dress up and have a photo shoot. Somehow she enlists Karen to taking saucy photos of you both. You guys have the time of your lives! Later on those pictures are lovingly placed in a photo album for safe keeping. - She tries to draw you, she really does. She loves all of your curves, stretchmarks and rolls. Wishes she could capture your likeness. But it turns out kind of funny. You both laugh and enjoy the picture anyway. - During sex she’s very curious. Mary-Beth is shy but she also wants you to feel as amazing as she sees you. The only way to do this, in her opinion, is to touch and kiss every inch of you. She describes parts of you poetically as she goes along so you can understand her thoughts. - Mary-Beth steals your clothes all the time! Whenever you can’t find something she’s probably wearing it. Karen or Tilly will tease her about it but all Mary-Beth does is gush about how she LOVES wearing your clothing. It’s so comfy and romantic to her! - You’re so soft! She’s always trying to sit in your lap or plop on top of you – giggling all the while. - During nights where she’s feeling particularly stressed or upset about something she’ll come to your bed sniffling “Please, can you just hold me awhile?” and would climb into bed with you while clinging to you. You bring her great comfort and she thinks you give the best hugs out of everyone. - While she is sweet there’s also sometimes a wicked streak in her. There’s been a few moments where she loves to start making out with you in front of a group of men while Karen or Lenny pick-pockets them. You two sure know how to draw a crowd. However, you’ve only done this a few times.

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thedailybullshit · 2 years

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RDR2 Incorrect Quotes pt. 26

This is to hopefully make up for my sin of not reblogging anything related to Hosea Fucks Friday yesterday.

Kieran: I’ve never actually been in a snowball fight.

Mary-Beth: Really?

Kieran: I don’t even know the rules. Is there like a point system or is it to the death?

Sean: I’m eighty percent exhausted, ten percent sarcasm, and twenty percent don’t care.

Lenny: That’s a hundred and ten.

Sean: And twenty percent of me doesn’t care.

O’Driscoll: Prepare to feel very bad about yourself.

Arthur: Joke’s on you. My dad’s been preparing me for that my whole life.

When Lenny Says Evelyn Miller Is Trash:

Dutch: Could you maybe just, like, stab me right in the gut? Just really twist it in there? ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.

Hosea: Hey, wanna help me commit a felony?

Josiah: What the hell?!?

Hosea: Oh, sorry. *whispering* Hey, wanna help me commit a felony?

Josiah: *whispering* Of course, what do you need?

Mrs. Trelawny:

Arthur: It’s not easy being the disappointment of the family, but here the fuck I am.

Arthur: Gang gang, bitch.

Javier: *raving in Spanish*

Bill: SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE’S SAYIN’! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SAYIN, DUDE? I DON’T SPEAK TACO BELL!

John: *laugh wheezing*

Hosea: I was asleep for thirteen hours, what did I miss?

Dutch: This dick!

Hosea: Good, I didn’t miss anything big.

Hosea: You can only address me as Hosea or Mr. Matthews.

Dutch: *walking by* Mornin’, Old Girl!

Everyone:

Hosea:

Hosea: Good morning, Dutch.

Micah: Why does everyone always think the worst of me?

Hosea: It saves time.

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nexionswild · 1 year

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IN WHICH reader defend bill from micah's mockery.

includes: bill williamsom x reader

content warning: micah is his own warning, but nothong crazy, fluff, bill's real name "marion", no pronouns. [GN]

a/n: bill doesn't get enough appreciation imo.. i mean poor guy everyone bullies him.

word count: 1, 375

You're not the confrontational type.

Like Mary-Beth or Hosea, you like to sit back and relax as you enjoy the songs of the wildlife while reading a nice book about the fantasies of the world or the events of some author's life, and nobody bothered you about it. Aside from drowning yourself in words or games, everyone knew that you know how to handle yourself, perhaps from time to time you had to be the one in distress but it was remotely easy, given the fact that you already got the dirty work done, hence granting the gang members an easy access to get to you. All of that to say that you're not messed with, and despite Micah's barking, do you really care? No, and it infuriates him how boring your reactions were, there was no flavor, no taste. Slowly, his annoying bickering slowly drifted onto Bill, and you've noticed how increasingly loud he's become.

Each times he'd strike a conversation with him, he'd sarcastically reply or straight up mock him while claiming he was just "messing around" when obviously he's desperately pushing all of his buttons to get him riled up and fuming in nothing but pure anger, and fortunately for Micah, he was aiming at a man who's temper is as fragile as a flower. And though Bill knows he shouldn't be easily driven up into madness knowing Micah's intention, he can't help it. He can't just ignore it, why do you think he keeps replying to his mischievous questions? You couldn't help but feel bad for Williamson, all he does is quietly finishing his job then drinking himself to death if not for Micah's teasing, otherwise he'd be playing Dominos or Poker, or make sure he has ammunition and check if his equipment's clean.

Recently, you've been noticing his drinking habits has been progressively worse to the point where he deals with a massive yet agonizing hangover the next morning. You've been trying to help him through it, but being full of himself, he'd often brush it off and claim he'll be fine without bothering you too much. You're a pacifist, and he knows. That's why he doesn't snap at you like he does with others who try to reason with him or smack some sense into that thick brain of his. Today is another day where you sit quietly in your corner as the crackle of the campfire plagues your ears with the laughter and the drunken slurring sentences of the gang. Like usual, you use the light source of the campfire's dancing flames to keep track on what you're reading with a bottle of beer by your side, there's nothing to do around these hours really, so the least you could do is entertain yourself with fancy words and overly detailed description of an item that could be something as simple as a silver spoon.

Usually your mind gets foggy and automatically cancels out noises to focus on your activity, but your concern for Bill has hit a point where you'd willingly stop your reading to look over, then slide your eyes back to the dirty, yellow pages of your novel. "Got yerself a bodyguard, Marion?" Micah's voice spoke up with a harsh tone as he looked over to Bill, who'd been peacefully drinking his whiskey before grunting at the man's new attempt at making his blood boil. You'd relax on your back, watching it unfold to figure out the best moment to put an end to it. Bill stared before taking a deep breath as he was looking in silence. "What's yer deal, Micah? Always pickin' on me for nuthin'... what is it?"

You'd take a sip out of your bottle as you glanced over, switching your gaze to whoever's talking. And soon enough, the conversation slowly built up with tension as Bill's grip on his bottle increased to the point where you could see the cracks forming on the glass as he sneered back. And Micah? He was sickly enjoying it. You could tell by the smile on his face as he seemed to be analyzing Bill's expression while he spat all the possible insults that came up in his head. "I was just playin' around, Marion. Just playin' and yappin' as usual, f'course.. no need to be cryin' bout it, Williamson."

"You little—" Bill got up as he gripped on his holster where his gun hid as a twitch became noticeable on his face, a vein popping out of his neck while his eyes narrowed in fury.

"Micah, you'd be cryin' on your knees if Dutch told you to shut up and walk away. Ya think we ain't seeing ya lickin' his boot like a dog everytime you spoke to him, Mr. Bell?" You'd talk back with nonchalance as you slowly put your bottle down, your brow raising as you tilted your head to the side. It was new, because you never searched for any problems with anyone, and picking a fight with you was quite difficult since you'd quietly brush it off as if whatever they say to you in an effort to get a rise out of you was nothing but a mosquito bite. Micah would stare at you, caught off guard before bursting in malicious laughter. "Have I angered the little slacker? Oh, how wonderful.. my, oh my, how nasty."

"The only nasty thing here is yer mouth runnin' wild. Why don't you put those cocky lips to work and start gettin' it on with Dutch? Since he's so great, and amazing.." you'd quote him. You know damn well how it goes with him and his tendency of pleasing and swaying Dutch by saying the most ridiculous of compliments to gain more affection points from his part, you've been keeping a low profile, yes, but you've been listening to everyone in silence too, it felt like knowing everyone's secret being in your position. Your head cocked to the side as you watched with your bedroom eyes, your lids falling slightly revealing nothing but boredom. You weren't entertained by this, you didn't get the thrill of an argument like Micah. Obviously you weren't as bright as him and he knows. He'd stare for a couple of minutes before laughing, coughs interrupting in as he hummed. "Yer a clown, real funny. Fine.. apologies for touchin' yer prince. Cowpoke." He grunts with a distasteful smile, before eventually walking away. Bill could only watch in dreadful silence before huffing as he groggily sat down on his seat, an exhausted sigh purring out while he messily took a sip from his bottle.

You didn't expect a thank you from his part, and he isn't in the mood to express his pitiful gratitude right now. He'd cough for a while as if to fill the void between the two of you before tilting his head down where his hat would cover half of his face, only revealing his beard and dry lips. His body was burning hot with anger and the alcohol he consumed. "You.. you didn't have to do that, y'know?" He mumbled under his breath, his fingers twitching and fidgeting around his whiskey as he cleared his throat before looking back at you. You'd stare at him in a haze, your brows raising slightly before blinking. "It wasn't for you."

You'd lean on your seat as you spoke. "I was just makin' sure big bad Bill wouldn't be killin' anyone." You said, boring into his eyes as he kept his head slightly low. There was another moment of quiet, but then suddenly you'd hear a choked out laugh, sounding like an overheated kettle as he snorts. You'd chuckle along with him, figuring you've put him at ease for now.

"Fine, I guess you were right for that." He blurted out, looking away for a moment before his eyes dragged back to you. He seemed way more calm and relaxed, it was seeing him that way. Usually he was always grumpy or stayed in his own corner, where he'd be doing nothing but chopping wood or picking a fight with everyone, or even sharpening his knife and prepping his guns.

"Thank you."

He said. You look up, surprised. But a warm smile rushed over. "Sure, you're welcome, Bill."

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meeks-just-wants-to-scroll · 16 days

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i am intrigued in micah x bill (belliamson? bicah??) but does vigorous fucking accidentally result of both finding a reason to live and becoming better people or do they make each other worse?? is it a fling or do they catch feels?? i want the tea on your take

Haha well my take depends on what media is present. The ship is so under appreciated that I just agree with whatever media I can find. I do love the existence of multiple takes on a ship! diversify in a fandom breeds innovation and community. I will tell you my take on what you outlined.

- one interpretation I have seen is the idea that they started some sort of gay sex truce and accidentally became closer because of it. I constantly think back to Micah openly telling Bill he looks nice and doubling down that he is being honest when Bill says he doesn’t believe what he says. ^.^ this was my catalyst for the ship.

Micah (semi-closeted bisexual?) and Bill (closeted gay) agreeing to have sex together also makes sense because although Micah and Bill snap teeth at each other often, I feel like Bill is the closest person (who isn’t Dutch) Micah has. Micah is not exactly Bill’s friend, but Micah and Bill could bond if they were drunk. Maybe they bond over being bootlickers to Dutch, who knows!

- as for if their friend with benefits situation makes them better or worse people is up to the person shipping them. I like both takes!

I don’t think either of them would inherently fix the other magically, but I can see having someone in your corner for Micah and Bill would be ground breaking because both of them have been pretty lonely whether they admit it or not. I can see both of them making small, slow efforts to not piss off the other as much. Micah stops kicking Cain because Bill REALLY hated that. Now Micah just jealously stink eyes the dog whenever he’s getting all of Bill’s attention. Bill is an asshole in his own way but he isn’t as openly antagonizing as Micah is (seriously, he is a whole other level of stirring the plot). Bill is maybe more honest and believing of Micah when Micah gives him crumbs of kindness, like compliments. The both of them need to open up and make a modicum of effort to maintain a friendship.

I haven’t seen a lot of media around Bill x Micah resulting in them improving into better people. I would be interested to see some if people find it.

- the interpretation I enjoy a lot is them being two guys who revel in their cruddy behavior because the entire gang tolerated them at best. Instead of improving as people, they accept that having this asshole as a fuck-buddy buddy is better than being alone. They aren’t better as people, their asshole behavior is just consolidated on other people as opposed to each other.

Bill and Micah being buddies came to me during the coach robbery in chapter 4. I really liked their dynamic with Arthur and how Micah + Bill could team up and make fun of Arthur because they both dislike him, but at the same time Bill could agree with Arthur to call Micah out on his gross behavior, vise versa, Micah and Arthur can agree and poke fun at Bill to get the hothead to take the bait and make a fool of himself. Perhaps Mr. Black and Mr. White is a comparison that isn’t too far off; Micah and Bill will argue and squabble but in the end they like the other person’s guts.

- as for fling vs serious, I think Micah would firmly be opposed to a serious relationship. If he were to soften to the idea of it, it would have to be after a lot of time and many small catalysts to initiate changes in him. Little domino trails that eventually lead to Micah opening himself to real connection. It definitely was a fling initially. I mean… look at Bill. He is a walking rainbow flag saying “please. I need to be bedded.” Micah is no fool and he knows if he plays his cards right, he could get a sweet deal out of the situation. Even if their situationship turned out to be mediocre, it beats lonely masturbation and Micah making a fool of himself trying to flirt with Sadie, Abigail, Susan, and Mary.

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cowboyfromh3ll · 7 months

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College au, for some characters that not everybody talks about

Bill would probably also be drunk the whole time just like sean and get kicked out of school and end up joining the military instead

PEARSON WENT BACK FOR HIS CULLINARY DEGREE

If she's in it, abigail maybe had a one night stand and had jack as a result

Abigail goes to class with jack most of the time and works very hard alongside school. Probably in a sorority with the other girls.

Karen and Sean are probably dating, but they're off and on that they're most likely not. Karen is a party girl at heart and ends up showing up to class late most of the time. Lowkey feel as if she wants to join the army either before or after she graduates

Lenny is a lit major

Mary beth is a lit major hands down. Sits outside under a tree during her free time just writing. Will go to the store for a new notebook,and it will not be added to a collection of unwritten in notebooks (i do this...)... it will abeolutely be fully written in by the end of the week.

Tilly is unsure of what to do, so she's most likely just doing her general studies while she figures herself out. Got married to her hs sweetheart and lives off campus with them.

MRS. GRIMSHAW SORORITY MOTHER/ history prof.

Molly 100% is a cosmetology major but took a minor in lit because she thought the teacher was hot

Micah high key doesn't even go to the school but i feel like he'd quite honestly try to shoot the place up for fun

YALL ARE GIVING ME SO MANY IDEAS

Tbh I can see Bill going straight to the military after highschool, but definitely a drunk

AND YESSS PEARSON DEFINITELY GETTING THAT CULINARY DEGREE. I get so giddy thinking about him going back to school.

Abigail definitely such a hard working mother and student! Unmatched determination by anyone else. I ADMIRE HER SO MUCH.

Karen and Sean being on and off is so funny I can see it so well. One day Karen is sobbing to her sorority sisters about what a dumbass Sean is and the next she's inviting him over and dragging him to her room. AND EVERYTIME HE COMES OVER EVERYONE IN THE SORORITY JUST GLARES AT HIM HAHAHAH

Lenny W. And Mary Beth is me and I am Mary Beth. Except I prefer typing everything online to have it in one place. DEFINITELY A COLLEEN HOOVER AND HANNAH GRACE ENJOYER LMFAOOO

I can see Molly being a cosmetology major SOOO WELL SHE TOTALLY WOULD. She's the type to show up to her 8 AM with a full face of makeup dressed head to toe in designer. Also probably has student/professor fantasies about Dutch 😭

And Micah 💀💀💀

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13, 17, 33 and 37 for Micah/Bill?

13. Who steals the blankets?

They both do. It is a brutal, back and forth battle that lasts all goddamn night. It takes hours for the two of them to work out a way for them to “share,” but it’s hardly equal and Micah gets most of the blanket. Bill ends up buying a bigger blanket after months of this and the fights stop… mostly, unless they’re in Ambarino or somewhere similar. Then it’s on.

17. Do they ever trade clothes?

I think Micah would wear Bill’s flannels sometimes, but only in private and far away from the prying eyes of the gang. Micah thinks Bill’s clothes are comfortable and warm, and he likes how they smell. (Campfires, horses, and general musk because Bill bathes maybe once a week.) Bill thinks it’s kind of cute, and is all for it as long as he gets his flannels back within the week. Bill doesn’t find Micah’s clothes comfortable, finding the scratchy texture awful.

33. Do they go to sleep at the same time as each other?

Not regularly, but it does happen occasionally. Bill goes to sleep first most nights, and Micah follows hours later by sneaking into the tent and passing out under the covers, wrapping Bill up in a hug. The only time they go to sleep at around the same time is when one (or both, if it’s a particular bad day) of them suffer from nightmares. By the time they’ve dealt with that, they’re so exhausted they pass back out together.

37. Thoughts on PDA?

Bill is okay with it, after the gang knows about their relationship. He’s always a bit jumpy about being touched, but Micah gets a free pass ( on most days) and Bill finds his touch calming. Sometimes, a supportive arm around his shoulder is enough to cheer him up from a bad mood. Micah, on the other hand, doesn’t really get PDA or why it would be a problem for anyone. Once the gang is aware that he and Bill are together, Micah is always resting against Bill, sitting next to him, and generally being affectionate.

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Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Telling them you’re a virgin

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kissing, fluff, sensual touching, groping, begging, losing virginity, beginnings of a sexual encounter

Abe:

He looks at you for a moment, processing what you said. “Ya are?”

You nod, slowly moving your hands from his waist. He catches them and holds them betweens you as he continues to think. You’re sitting on his bed, his tiny bed in a little shack on the edge of the ranch.

“Ya don’t wanna do it here, do ya?” He asks, his hands squeezing yours.

“I want you, Abe.” You shake your head and shrug. “I don’t really care where.”

He dips his head as he blushes and shakes his head a little. “I-I could get us a hotel room over in Strawberry…”

You tilt his head back up and rest your hand on his cheek. “I don’t wanna wait.”

Abe gives you a light smile as his face turns much redder. You lean in and kiss him, picking up where you left off as your hands go back to his waist and tug at his shirt to untuck it. Abe helps, pulling his suspenders down as he kisses you with a happy smile. He can’t help it, you’re picking him for something so important. At least he thinks it’s important, which is why he stops you when your fingers start at the buttons of his shirt.

“Ya sure, really sure, hon’?”

You press a quick kiss to his lips and smile. “Yes, Abe. I am very sure.”

“Alright.” He says, more breath than voice as he watches you return to unbuttoning his shirt. “If yer sure.”

Bill Williamson:

His face goes red, already having been nervous about how far you’ve gone. You’re in your tent, Bill is hovering over you and his lips are already a little sore. He wants to keep going, it’s been on his mind ever since you put your hand on his thigh by the campfire an hour ago, but all he can do is look at you.

“Oh…” He shuffles above you awkwardly, suddenly feeling much more guilty about the tent in his pants. “Oh, I-I’m sorry- I didn’t- You-”

“Bill.” You say, slowly running your hands over his arms that hold him above you. “I just wanted you to know. I-I want to keep going.”

“Ya do?” Bill asks, confusion covering his face. “Ya-Ya want me ta…”

You pull him back in for a kiss and Bill returns it with some nerves. He’s hesitant to put his weight back on you, now unsure of himself.

“Please, Bill.” You whisper.

His heart skips at that. He looks over you and slowly gets comfortable on top of you again, letting his apparent arousal press against your thigh as he kisses you again and melts into everything you’ll give him.

Charles Smith:

He stills, his hands becoming much lighter on your hips. “You should’ve told me.”

“I just did.”

He sighs. “I wouldn’t ‘ve been so…”

“You can be rough, Charles.”

He rests his head against yours. “I was thinking things I shouldn’t.”

You tuck some of his hair behind his ear and kiss his head. “Next time then?”

“Maybe.” He smiles lightly, sighing. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I do.” He pulls you closer. “I want you to feel good.”

His eyes catch yours like a trace and you nod. He connects his lips to yours again, much more intentional this time. With this new pace, it could be a long night.

Colm O’Driscoll:

He grins like a mad man as he thinks of the implications. He’s just pushed you down to sit on his bed after having kissed and felt you up for hours. But now that you’ve told him, his plans are changing actively in his mind.

“Ya don’t say…” His eyes flick over you in a hungry way that makes just a hint of fear shoot through you. “Ain’t lyin’ are ya?”

You shake your head. “Why would I lie?”

He hums as he leans over you, hands resting on your thighs as his face gets close to yours. “Somethin’ special ‘bout takin’ somebody’s innocence, sweetheart.” His hand moves up your leg, tilting inwards until he feels what he wants. “Ya want me? Want me ta make ya feel what ya been missin’, sugar?”

You nod, breath hitching as he squeezes at your leg.

“I need words, sugar.” He hums. “Go on, tell me what ya want.”

His eyes fix on yours but his hand doesn’t stop its trip. He presses at you, much more than he has before. He’s touched you, groped just enough to make you want him, teasing you, but he had no idea this is all new for you.

“Colm…” You mumble.

“Be specific now, sugar.”

“I don’t- I mean-”

Your mind is clouded by the new and pleasant sensation that Colm is giving you as he rubs your through the fabric separating you.

“Want some help?” Colm asks, earning a nod from you. “That’s alright, sugar, you’ll get better. Ya like this?”

You nod as your hips buck against him slightly. Colm pushes you back down with his free hand as he moves closer to your ear.

“Ya want me ta fuck ya all gentle?” He whispers.

“Please.” You manage to say.

Colm grins against your skin as he kisses along your neck and slowly tilts you back onto the bed.

Kieran Duffy:

Kieran feels a guilt come over him, expecting something from you that you’ve never even experienced. You may be the one pinning him to the tree but his hands are on your waist, his fingers are brushing bare skin under your shirt. He withdraws them as he looks over you in a new light, remembering his first time with a distinct worry that he’ll screw yours up like his.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out, Kieran.” You say, removing your hands from him because you don’t want to pressure him. “I just thought you should know.”

He nods, staring at the ground as he thinks. “Ya, uh, ya never even…”

You shake your head. “Nothing. But I want to do all those things with you.”

“Yer messin’ with me.” He mutters.

Timidly, you put your hands on the side of his face and make him look at you. “I’m not, Kieran. Can we just keep going, like I never mentioned it?”

“But yer- I mean-” He licks his lips from a mix of nerves and the desire you made him feel when his back first hit the tree and your hands wandered over him. “Ya don’t want somethin’ special?”

You smile lightly. “I have you, right?”

Kieran’s face turns pink as you press him back against the tree and kiss him as you were before. He puts his hands back at your waist and melts back into it, forgetting things for now and letting you do as you please.

Micah Bell:

“You?” Micah asks.

His hand is frozen in place, resting high up on your inner thigh as you sit in his lap. You’re by the fire, alone at the late hour in the dark, and Micah has been pressing heated kisses to your neck. He’d just gotten hard and you could feel it, so you told him as gently as you could.

You nod, turning a little to meet his eyes. The ice in them is melted but covered in conflict as he weighs his options. He had a plan. He was going to get you all needy, take you to your tent, and fuck you like he’s been wanting for the whole of your time with the gang. He was going to be rough because he’s been waiting for so long, maybe have you suck him off in the morning too. But this changes things. You’re not what he thought and he doesn’t know what to do now.

You can sense this, seeing the look that plants on his face. So you take his hand in yours and encourage him to continue as you kiss him. He’s stiff for a moment before he leans into you, letting you take some lead in it all. He lets you pull his hand higher up your thigh and his fingers brush against you.

That makes him pull away with a slight hum. “Let me do this proper, darlin’.”

He pushes your hand away and helps you stand, pulling you along to your tent with an entirely new plan for the night.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean sits back, pulling his hands into his own lap as soon as possible to hide a growing tent. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t know, I wouldn’t a’ wanted ta… Well I would, but tha’s not the point-”

“Sean, shut up.” You mutter, annoyed that he took his hands back.

“Alright, love, here’s what we’ll do.” Sean says, leaning forward. “Take things nice and slow, right? I wanna give ya the time a’ yer life.”

You press a short kiss to his lips, only pulling away for a second before Sean puts his hands on your face and pulls you back in. He’s less hungry now, more sweet. He can’t help but giggle as he lays down with you and your hands rest on his hips.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Micah Bell/Arthur Morgan, Micah Bell/Bill Williamson Characters: Micah Bell, Arthur Morgan, Bill Williamson Additional Tags: Polyamorous Character, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles, Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Sleep Deprivation, Short & Sweet, Triple Drabble, Drabble, mentioned animal death, Insomnia, Late at Night, Implied/Referenced Nightmares, No Angst, Fluff and Humor, Wordcount: 300, One Shot Summary:

Sandwiched between Arthur and Bill, Micah gets some much needed sleep.

#fandom: red dead redemption #ot3: arthur morgan x bill williamson x micah bell #fanwork: fanfic #PolyamShippingDay

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issdisgrace · 1 year

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LOST BETS AND SKIRTS

In order to get money for the camp. The men and woman in the gang made a bet against each other that whatever group could con/rob the most out of people by the end of the week would pick what they did with the money raised but they also got to pick the punishment for the other group’s failure to collect.

The bet was won by the women and they decided that the men all had to wear skirts for the next week and that all of them had to go out of camp at least 5 separate times with the skirts on and they couldn’t just sit around camp and wait for the week to be over.

So all the men had to go into town to buy a skirt to wear for their punishment, using their own money. In the end Dutch ended paying for everyone as he was feeling very generous. But anyway, picture a group of men going into a boutique looking at skirts and trying them on. It was a sight to see.

Also, the women managed to get them all together at the end of the week and took a picture of all of them together in their skirt. Ms Grimshaw later on got a frame for the picture and she often walks by it and laughs, thinking back to that week.

WHAT TYPE OF SKIRT THEY GOT

Arthur let Charles pick out his skirt, as he was too overwhelmed by all the choices. Charles ended up pick out a light brown skirt for him. It was simple and Arthur can easily move around in it.

Bill got a simple dark brown skirt that flowed way too much in the wind and he may or may have not accidentally flashed some people because I fell like the man hates wearing underwear.

Charles got a purple skirt with a nice lace detailing on it. He looks magnificent in it. He looked like a god, even. Arthur spent almost his whole week drooling over Charles.

Dutch being Dutch got a really nice expensive black skirt with a nice red jeweled pattern. He also got the skirt tailored to him because he is Dutch.

Hosea got a blue skirt that reminded him of something Bessie would have worn. It made him feel powerful, and he rocked that shit.

John and Javier got matching black skirts. They both rocked them and in the end, the two started to wear skirts around camp 24/7 unless they were some place cold.

Kerian got a simple blue skirt that matches his shirt. Initially, Kerian was very self-conscious about the way he looked in his skirt, but over the week, he slowly became more and more confident.

Lenny manage to find an orange skirt that looked similar to his orange handkerchief. He mostly liked the experience, but he hated the attention that just wearing a skirt caused.

Micah got a red skirt because he loves the color red. He decided to fuck it if I’m gonna make a fool out of myself. At least I look good. So he fully committed to his art and got the whole womanly shebang and for his week he dressed up as a woman and robbed way too many men blind.

Pearson picked out a simple black skirt. He spent most of his week in the saloon with the others. He enjoyed the skirt, and it reminded of his time in the navy. So when he got drunk, he spent his time telling stories of his time in the navy.

Sean got a green skirt that matched his hat perfectly. He also got it because it has ruffles at the bottom of it. Sean flashed multiple camp members on purpose as a joke.

Swanson was surprisingly fine with the whole ordeal. He got a black skirt and rocked that shit. Now he only really wears pants when it’s cold and those are under the skirt.

THEIR FEELINGS ON THE PUNISHMENT

9/10. Arthur thought he would absolutely hate the whole experience, but he enjoyed it. He also thought it was funny that he was a man in a skirt chasing down his bounty. As no one really thinks that they would ever be chased down, tackled, and hog-tied by a man wearing a skirt. Also during this time his wallet kept fluctuating as he kept buying Charles fancy drinks then would go and caught a bounty to get back the money he spent on Charles.

8/10. Bill was surprisingly fine with having to wear the skirt. He actually enjoyed it, but he would never tell anyone. But sometimes when he’s a little too much to drink, he slips it on and struts around the camp in it. But during his week he went out more than the 5 required times and he surprisingly enjoyed everyone’s eyes being on him. Also, the first time he wore it to the saloon in Valentine, some drunk made fun of him and he beat the absolute shit out of him. So when he continued to show up throughout the week with the skirt on, no one dared to say anything to him.

10/10. Charles liked the whole experience. On the occasion he does wear the skirt as it is the perfect thing to wear when the weather is warm. Charles didn’t mind the attention he got while wearing the skirt, as it was mostly people completing him or buying him drinks.

7/10. Dutch thought he would hate it but ended up really like the whole experience. He kept the skirt and wore it on occasion around camp when it was hot as hell out as it had a nice breeze and he didn’t feel so hot and stuff down there. Dutch also had the thought when he was wearing the skirt and people would look at him funny that at least he’s wearing something and not going around butt ass naked.

7/10. Hosea enjoyed the experience and took it as a good lesson on women’s beauty standers. It had a downside, and he wasn’t able to con as many people as he would have liked due to the skirt, but he still managed to get a good bag in the end. At the end of the week, he took it to Bessie’s grave as a gift.

10/10. Javier really enjoyed it. He enjoyed the attention that came along with the skirt as well. He picked up many ladies and men in the saloon due to his skirt and his charm. Like I stated, he is only ever found in a skirt when he’s at camp. He finds it nice and comfy. He also likes how he is defying societal norms.

8/10. John enjoyed it. The whole experience brought something out in him. He started to care more about his appearance and his clothes. The experience also brought out a more feminine side in John, but if anyone dared questioned or asked him about it, he would threaten them with his knife. His thoughts were definitely along the line of if you say the wrong thing about me and my knew found femininity, I will cut your balls off and shove them down your throat.

6.5/10. Like I said, Kerian was initially very self-conscious about the way he looked in the skirt, afraid that one of the others would make fun of him despite being in the same boat. As the week went on, he slowly found confidence not a lot, but some was better than none. Due to this whole experience, Kerian started to feel more comfortable with himself and the way he presented himself. He started presenting more androgynous. Eventually, overtime he wanted to explore his feminine side beside wearing skirts around camp. So he managed to work up the courage to ask the girls how to do makeup. They were all happy to give him tips and tricks. In the end, Kerian never thought a stupid bet would make him more comfortable with himself.

7/10. Lenny is very chill and enjoyed his time in the skirt. Like I said earlier, Lenny didn’t really like the attention when he wore his skirt out for the designated 5 times. The only times he was fine with the attention was when a surprising amount of women kept buying him drinks. After the week was up, he cut the skirt up into different sizes and uses them as rags.

10/10. Micah has commitment to his craft. He shaved his facial hair off; he got one of the girls to do his makeup. He made up a fake back story and perfected his voice, which he surprisingly sounded like a woman. Some of the guys thought the girls brought another woman back to camp, only to find that it was Micah. The whole camp, even Swanson and Pearson, went to see Micah put his plan in action. They watched from a far as Micah played damsel in distress and robbed man after man. He ended up with a bag full of goods. He also kept the git up and on occasion when he’s in a good mood he’ll put it on and play damsel in distress.

8/10. Pearson enjoyed the whole experience but he won’t tell anyone that. While Pearson was out, he blended in well and never got any comments on the skirt. Also, like I said earlier, when he got drunk, he told stories of his time in the Navy. Let’s just say the gang found out how much of a freak Pearson was when he was younger. 0/10 the gang will never let him get drunk enough for story teller Pearson to come out.

9/10. Sean loved it. He still wears his skirt around camp. He doesn’t give two fucks what others have to say about him and his skirt. He went out his required 5 times, but other than that, he mostly lounged around camp. When he was out, he found that he was mostly ignored. Most people thought it was a cultural thing, so they didn’t say anything.

10/10. Swanson throughly enjoyed it but he was also drunk half the time, so that also probably added to his willingness. He spent more than his 5 required times out of camp. He never got questioned on why he was wearing a skirt as people just thought it was a religious garment. Also, like I said earlier, Swanson now only wears a skirt, but when it’s cold, he wears pants underneath his skirt.

EXTRA

Jack got jealous after 2 days that everyone was wearing a skirt, so he convinced Abigail to take him to go get one. He got a black one to match John’s.

10/10. Jack loved it and he, like his father, wears the skirt around camp all the time. I feel like he also continued this into his adulthood as a way to honor his father. But during the week, Jack went out with John a couple of times to show off that he was matching with his daddy. While Jack was out with John, he saw his father threaten and beat the shit out of a couple of people that made comments about the two of them. John then made Jack promise to never tell Abigail and Jack stuck to his promise and never told his mother.

Trelawny was just visiting for a week and the week he came was the week the punishment happened. Trelawny decided eh why not, even though I’m not a part of this I will participate. He went in to town with the others ended up getting a really nice red skirt with black lace detail on it.

10/10. Trelawny loved the whole experience. He also very much enjoyed the attention that he got when he was out. He also enjoyed how many men and women bought him drinks throughout the week, but as pay back he would do magic for them. I must warn you, when he gets too drunk his magic starts lacking, and he starts speaking French. So if you don’t speak French, I’m afraid that you’ll be very lost when he starts ranting.

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male-fanfics-for-days · 1 year

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Check-ups Can be Rough

Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

A/n: A little fanfic idea I had while doing laundry, please don't ask why I am just really gay for this cowboy.

Warning: a slight sexual theme towards the end

Some of the men in camp had just gotten back from a decent-sized robbery, Arthur and you included in that group. Now in camp, you were quick off your horse and ushering the men into your medical tent to be checked before they were allowed to go about the rest of the day.

You were the camp's actual doctor, as helpful as Reverend Swanson's medicines could be in the harder situations, you were actually trained in what you did by professionals. Those same professionals taught you how to use a gun, specifically long-ranged weapons, you favoring the sniper. It was actually your attempted killing of Dutch van der Linde that brought you into the gang.

Charles went into the tent with you first, as he was usually the one in first if no one was obviously hurt. He wasn't ashamed to get checked over by the doctor, other men in camp thought going to you was a slight show of weakness.

After Charles was Javier, then John, a stubborn Bill Williamson, then Micah

Arthur would have gone after Charles but Dutch wanted to speak with him just as he had gotten back. Never one to half-ass things, you had Arthur promise to come to visit the medical tent after he was done, even if you gave him a quick once-over to see he was fine.

So, after talking with Dutch, he made his way over to your tent. Most times your tent flaps were closed when checking over someone, but you had assessed that none of them were hurt enough to need the privacy of a closed area. This meant Arthur could see you looking over Micah as he walked up.

He stayed quiet outside the tent, crossing his arms and leaning against one of the poles of the tent fixed to the ground, simply watching you work.

Arthur wasn't too ashamed to admit he was impressed by you. You worked in an efficiency he could only dream of achieving, always on point with everything you do but especially your shots. He's seen you first hand down men 100 meters away, and that was with a bow!

Then came your medical work. You never left anything to chance, not a cut, bruise, cough, or sneeze that happened in camp you didn't hear and check on. It was seen as overbearing and unnecessary to some, but Arthur knew that this carefulness came from a good heart.

You'd confided in him about how you were taught. Sure, you had read some books, but you were mostly learning by action. You saw firsthand how even the smallest cut could kill a man by infection, that an unassuming bruise of the skin could lead to amputation because of an ignored issue.

You knew you could be a bit too much sometimes, but after coming to care about (almost) everyone in camp, their wellbeing was on your mind constantly.

He watched you switch between looking over Micah's physical form to listening to his breathing and his heartbeat, which made the man swat your hands away.

"Alright alright, we're done here." He stands from the chair you had everyone sit in, glaring at your hands. "I ain't need to be fussed over anymore, I'm fine."

"That is for me to determine, Mr. Bell." You grit your teeth at him, putting away your stethoscope, pushing on his shoulders to sit him back down.

"Everyone gets the same checkups, and I just had to dig a 3-day-old bullet out of your shoulder."

"And I'm telling you, Doctor," Micah spits out in mockery. "I'm fine."

Micah goes to push you off him, but you shove him into the chair quickly. You put your knee on his chest, forcing the chair to lean back and hit the table behind it. Micah flailed for a moment but went still when you just as quickly brandished a small nearby scalpel (still clearly covered in Micah's blood from getting the bullet out) and put it close to his throat.

"Now, Mister Bell," You speak lowly, your eyes going dark as you lean in closer to him.

"I am a doctor, the only one here, in fact. You may not like it, but I'm the only one who can keep you alive in this camp, and if I see fit? I could turn a blind eye to your injuries."

Despite being pinned in a chair, leaning back on a table, and unable to sit up, Micah chuckles darkly.

"You ain't got the nerve." His voice dripped with venom. " The only kills you've gotten were from people dumb enough not to look in the trees, you monkey. Even today, you were hiding away and shootin' from afar, too afraid to fight like a real man."

"A real man, you say?" You scoff, leaning back and letting Micah's chair fall back to the ground as you back away.

You turn from him to the table on the other side of the tent, and having thought he won, Micah smirks.

Then, yelps and flinches as a much bigger knife than a scalpel embeds itself into the chair, right in the space between his legs and extremely close to his nethers.

Micah looks at the blade in shock then turns his head up to look back up at you, still standing in the motion of throwing it. A dark look in your eyes as you sigh through your nose.

"I'll tell you right now, Micah Bell, as good as I am with a rifle?" You point to his crotch. "I'm even better with a blade."

Looking back down, Micah sees that the blade was so close to his crotch and so sharp, that it sliced a thin hole right through it. While looking at the knife he doesn't see you walk over and pull it out of the chair's wood, swiping it near his face so close that it took a few strands of hair with it.

You take a cloth off your belt and wipe the blade down as if it being close to Micah was enough to dirty it. You turn your back to him once more and wave the blade out, dismissing him.

"Now get the fuck out of my tent."

Micah sat for a moment in stunned silence, as if he didn't expect you to openly threaten him within earshot of others. But then he huffs, standing quickly and stomping out of the tent, pushing past Arthur even despite having enough space to leave.

Arthur had watched all of that happen with so much focus, he only just noticed after Micah had left that his eyes were dry from leaving them wide open the whole time.

He wasn't sure why, but his heart was racing and his face felt hotter with every passing moment as he replayed what happen in his head. The way you silenced Micah, the way you held the blade, the way you stood, the way you talked. Everything about what happened made Arthur feel... something.

"Arthur," you called out, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you.

You have a growing grin on your face as you clean your hands off in a bucket of water.

"Looking to camp in my workspace?"

Arthur gives you a confused look as you chuckle a bit and point down at his pants, a mischievous look in your eye.

"With your tent pitched I assumed you'd be staying awhile."

Horrified, Arthur looks down to see that, indeed... he had a very visible bulge in his pants. He gave an awkward cough, taking off his hat to cover himself, all the while you laughed.

If he wasn't red and hot in the face before, he sure as hell was now, your laughing at him sure didn't help.

"Alright, big boy, let's get you checked out quickly so you can deal with that in private."

With the realization of some feelings he had towards you, he also came to the conclusion that this was by far the most embarrassing medical checkup he's ever had.

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