#uncle (rdr) x reader

[hihomeghere]

Burning Love | John Marston/Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : Set in the epilogue of RDR2. You stumble upon John in Blackwater after being alone for years. When he invites you to visit Beecher's Hope, will you be able to fight feelings that have been building ever since you were kids? (No Abigail and Jack, love them but you aren't in this episode) Warnings : Smut, cursing, unprotected piv, hickeys, oral reader receiving, just dirty idiots in love, reader has bio female parts

“John?” The word fell out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. Here you were in Blackwater, a good six or seven years since that no good river boat business, and there in front of you was John Marston.

At least, he looked like him. His head snapped towards you, his dark eyes meeting yours. You swore your heart stopped, you raised your hand to cover it before sliding off of your horse.

“Y/n?” He sounded breathless, a small smile growing on his face as you started running towards him. You threw yourself into his arms, he laughed, spinning you around. “Holy shit it is you.” He said as your feet touched the ground. You looked up at his scarred face, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“John Marston.” You chuckled, unable to stop the grin spreading on your face. Tears welled up in your eyes which you quickly wiped away. God it had been years, ever since… well it had been years.

“It’s good to see you.” You chuckled lightly, punching his shoulder.

“It sure is good to see you, too. What the hell are you doing in Blackwater?”

“Well I don’t rightly know.” You shrugged, shaking your head. “I go wherever the wind takes me and it took me to Blackwater.” You said looking around the dusty street. He grinned, shaking his head slightly. His hair was shorter than before, light stubble covering his face. 

“Well if you don’t have anywhere else to go, would you like to come see Beecher's Hope?” He said with a nervous smile on his face.

“What’s Beecher's Hope?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“It's my place, somehow.” He laughed looking down at his boots.

“John Marston, homeowner?” You laughed, “Course I do!” He looked up at you, your stomach filling with butterflies as that boyish grin crossed his features.

“Well come on then!” He said, walking over to his horse. You followed him out of town, riding close behind him. It didn’t take you very long to make it to Beecher’s Hope. Well he was certainly hopeful to call it his home. It was barely a shack on a good piece of land, that was the best way you could describe it.

“Now I know it don’t look like much now.” He said, hitching up his horse.

“You’d be right.” You teased doing the same. 

“Now who’s there?” A voice called from inside the shack. Was that?

“It’s just me, Uncle.” John called, rolling his eyes. Uncle?

“Uncle! You get your lazy ass out of that shack right now!” You called jogging over to the ‘front door’

“Y/n? Well I’ll be!” Uncle said getting up from inside. You pulled him into a hug, glad to see the old man still kicking.

“Now this is how I should be treated, John, with respect.” Uncle said as he patted your back.

“She just called you a lazy ass!” John groaned.

“What are you doing hanging around this ruffian?” You teased, pulling away from Uncle’s embrace.

“Begged for my help, how could I say no?” Uncle explained, placing a hand over his heart.

“Bullshit! I never asked you for nothing old man.” John scoffed, shaking his head.

“Alright alright, I’m starving from my ride. You got anything I could cook up for us, John?” You asked, setting your hands on your hips. 

“Barely, we could probably hunt down a rabbit or two for dinner.” He sighed.

“Lead the way, cowboy.” You said walking back over to your horse. 

A rabbit or two turned into four between the two of you. Everything turned into a competition, it had been like that since you were kids. Let’s say Uncle wasn’t upset by your catch. You cooked up a nice stew for the boys before settling down for the night by the campfire. It all seemed too good to be true, being back with Uncle and John. You couldn’t lie that your heart skipped a beat every time you caught his eye. The alcohol definitely wasn’t helping with that. 

“It seems like yesterday we were sitting around a campfire just like this, listening to Javier play the guitar. Or having Hosea give us reading lessons.” You sighed bringing your bottle to your lips.

“Yeah, you were such a tattle tale.” John teased, the glow of the fire illuminating his face, casting dark shadows along his scars.

“Was not!” You scoffed, knocking back your drink. He laughed, loud and hearty. Your heart beat wildly in your chest, a blush settling on your cheeks. 

“Yes you were! Would always get me in trouble when I’d sneak off to the horses.” He shook his head a smile tugging on his lips

“That’s because Boadicea was gonna kick your head in one day, I was only looking out for you.” You snorted, nodding to yourself.

“She loved me.”

“You kidding?” You barked out a laugh, “She used to nip at you so hard you’d have teeth marks for weeks!”

“Well not everyone can be princess Van Der Linde.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“You were Dutch’s favorite long before I came around Martson.” You quipped, the alcohol easing the pain of past gang members. You both sat in silence, the crackle from the fire and far off yips from the coyotes the only sound, along with Uncle’s snoring.  

“Shit,” John sighed, “we got into a heap of trouble back then.” He grinned, bringing his bottle to his lips.

“Still do.” You added, leaning over to bump his elbow with your own.

“Still do.” He repeated, a small smile on his face. He looked at you from under the brim of his hat. You felt your face heat up under his gaze, instead of the growing fire.

“Why’d you even buy this land in the first place?” You asked, breaking eye contact as you looked around your makeshift campsite. The shack behind John, if you could even call it that, almost falling apart as Uncle slept. He sighed, staring into the cracking embers.

“Felt like I had something to prove, I guess.” He shrugged, “I never was very smart. Never had anything to my name. I had you at one point and screwed that up too.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“John,” You started, your eyes flickering up from the fire. A blush settling on your cheeks. You two had been sweet on each other before, honestly you had never stopped being sweet on him. But he wasn’t ready for a real relationship, and you deserved better than being drug along for nothing. 

“No,” He stopped you, his hand held up between you two. “You were the only thing that was good in my life and I pissed it away.”

“We were young, and for some reason I’m still following your sorry ass around.” You said, shaking your head. Refusing to meet his eye, you leaned forward with your hands resting on your knees. “You ain’t got nothing to prove, you’re a good man John Marston.” You said sparing him a glance. A soft smile graced his lips before he shook his head.

“Guess you ain’t too bad either, y/n.”

“Well that was never in question.” You said bringing the bottle back up to your lips, John let out a low chuckle. You both stared at the fire, it was easier than looking at each other.

“Will you-“ John started, his lip in between his teeth, “Will you stay with us here?” You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. You looked up, pretending to mull it over.

“Until a better offer comes along.” You shrugged, laughing as John shoved your shoulder.

“Don’t have to be such a smartass.”

“Oh I think I do.” You grinned, raising your bottle. He rolled his eyes, a playful grin on his face. “You’re smiling.”

“Am not.” He said turning away. You shook your head, staring down at the crackling fire. 

“What did you do for all those years, were you alone?” You asked, afraid of his answer. Although you couldn’t blame him if he hadn’t been, many nights you wished you had someone warming your bed, although it was always John you were dreaming of.

“Bounced around, ranch to ranch, just-“ he let out a long sigh, “Just trying to stay out of trouble.” You nodded looking up at him.“What about you?” He said, crossing his arms.

“Nothing really, hung low for a while, a year or two.” You shook your head, you honestly couldn’t remember what it was like in the early days. You had never been on your own before then, not that you could remember at least. “It was hard for a long time, but I had good teachers.” You smiled softly, feeling more melancholy the more you spoke. “Spent some of my time trying to make an honest living but you know how that goes.” You chuckled while taking a long drink from your bottle. 

“You can say that again.” John chuckled, “Did you have any fellas in that time?” He asked, shifting his eyes from the fire to yours. You tried hiding your smirk.

“Nah, none that piqued my interest.” You smirked, unable to keep it at bay.

“Well that’s good to hear.” He chuckled to himself, taking a drink.

“And why is that?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side. Could he feel the same about you? He went silent, lowering his head so his face was covered by the brim of his hat. He let out a dry cough, clearing his throat.

“Oh, well- I just mean-“ He sighed, you giggled softly looking up at him.

“John-“

“I’m a damn fool,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “I finally got you back and I’m too chicken shit to do anything about it.” He said, running a hand down his face. Your heart started to beat faster at his small confession. You set your bottle down, walking over to him. His wide eyes met yours as you sat yourself down on his lap.

“Good thing I ain’t.” You said taking his hat off and setting it to the side. You leaned forward, rubbing your nose against his. Your breaths intermingled as you looked into his eyes. He took the initiative, leaning forward and capturing your lips with his own. His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, your clothed core rubbing against his crotch. You felt a moan rumble in his chest before it slipped out his lips. You smirked, your tongue swiping across his lower lip. He eagerly opened his mouth, his own tongue entering your mouth. He tasted like smoke and whisky, an intoxicating combination.

“Darlin, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He mumbled against your lips, before moving to kiss along your jaw. 

“I know John, god I’ve wanted you for so long.” You breathed, running your fingers through his dark hair. He latched onto your throat, sucking a spot that would definitely bruise. You let out a soft moan, gripping his hair tightly. He thrust his hips upwards against your clothed cunt, causing a higher pitched moan to leave your mouth.

“Shh, don’t want Uncle to hear us.” John said softly, his hands slipping under the hem of your shirt, he rubbed his thumb against your stomach. His movements shot straight to your core. You bit your lip to stop a whine, as you rubbed yourself against his growing bulge.

“Fucking take me and stop teasing.” You growled pulling him up to kiss him. He smirked against your lips, slipping his hands under your ass as he lifted you up in his arms. He walked you over to his tent, setting you down on his bedroll. You made quick work with the buttons on your shirt, working them through the eyelets. You pulled your arms out of your shirt, removing your cotton undershirt. You sneaked a peek at John, who was pushing his pants down. Your eyes raked over his body, his union suit leaving little to the imagination. You pulled off your pants, left only in your bloomers. 

“Fuck darlin.” John whispered his hands gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer to him. He dipped his head to your breast, taking your nipple in his mouth. His other hand kneaded your breast. 

You laid your head back on the bedroll, a soft gasp exiting your mouth. He sat up, sinking his fingers into your bloomers before pulling them down. His finger dipped into your wet folds.

“Mmm,” You moaned, biting down on your lip. He smirked again, pushing his index finger into your warm heat. He pumped it in and out, his eyes never leaving your face as you fought the urge to moan. His thumb rubbed against your clit, making small circles on your nub. He added his middle finger, curling it inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and the coil inside you tightened. Your nails dug into his arm, as your pussy clenched around his fingers. That familiar wave of bliss washing over you.

“Yeah that's right sweetheart.” John cooed, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. 

“John-“ You breathed pulling him closer, he removed his fingers sucking them clean.

“Yeah sweetheart?” He said as he unbuttoned his union suit. Pulling his arms out, as he pushed it down his thighs. Your eyes raked over his body, scars from bullet wounds and cuts littered his body. Your mouth watered at the sight as your gaze followed the patch of hair from his chest down to his pelvis. 

“Fuck me.” You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbow as your legs fell open.

“Yes ma’am.” He smirked, taking his thick cock in his hand. Pumping it twice before nosing his dick to your opening. He pushed himself into you slowly, a groan working its way out of his chest as he hung his head. “God damn you’re tight.” He hissed, his hands gripping your hips with a vice like grip as he slowly pushed his hips forward. 

“John.” You whined, gripping his forearms as he seated himself in you fully. You had never been so full in your life, he was so deep you swore his tip was kissing your cervix.

“I know darlin-“ He rasped, slowly pulling his hips back before slamming back into you. Your breath knocked out of your chest as he picked up the pace.

“Ah- oh John!” You yelped before his hand covered your mouth. He moved your leg to sit on top of his hips and he leaned forward, resting his forearms next to your head.

“Feel good?” He grunted, squeezing his eyes close as he let out a hissed breath. 

“Fuck- feels so good.” You whispered, tears starting to well up in your eyes. His hips met yours with every thrust, the sound of slapping skin filling the small tent. He grabbed one of your thighs, lifting it up onto his shoulder. You swore you saw stars at the new position. It had been so long since anyone had had you like this, and John was playing your body like a fucking fiddle. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs as somehow he went deeper. 

“Shit darlin-“ He huffed, his hot breath on your ear as he bent over you, “Squeezing me so good.” He groaned, nipping at your ear.

“Oh- John I-“ You cried, tears slipping down your cheeks. Your toes were curling as the pressure built inside your stomach. 

“You close honey? You gonna come?” He cooed, kissing your neck, one of his hands moved down your body to your already sensitive bud. He flicked it once, maybe twice before your orgasm came crashing down. You mewled, trying to stay quiet as John wiped away your tears.

“That’s it, that’s it.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he strained his neck up. “Where do you want it?” He said as he sat up, still rutting his cock in and out of you.

“Inside.” You breathed, wrapping your legs around his hips as you pulled him closer.

“Oh- darlin I-“ He let out a low moan as he spilled inside of you, his hips twitching as he pumped his cum inside your heat . You let out a small sigh, letting your body go limp under him. He cradled your head in his hand, kissing you softly as he pulled his cock out of you. He sighed against your lips before laying down beside you. Pulling a blanket over both of your bodies. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him.

“I’m not letting you go this time.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. 

“Good.” You said holding his arm against you, as you drifted off feeling his cum trickle down your thighs.

-

“Jesus what is that mark on your neck?” Uncle said his hand resting on his hip as you blushed from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

“Nothing.” you said quickly, covering your neck with your hand.

“Good lord is that a hickey!” Uncle said recoiling at the sight, “Now who the hell would give you…” He trailed off his gaze shifting to John who was drinking his coffee. 

“What?” John said, lowering the mug, a smug smile plastered on his face.

“Disgusting.” Uncle cringed walking away from the both of you back to the shack. 

“Just had to mark me up, now didn’t you?” You asked, crossing your arms as you looked at John. He smirked shaking his head as he walked over to you 

“You’re mine, everyone should know it.” He shrugged, pulling you into a searing kiss. 

Maybe you could deal with a mark or two. 

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[amorgansgal]

Could you write a hc about carving pumpkins with arthur?

So I knew that pumpkin carving came from Ireland, where in the past people used to carve Turnips for Halloween. But because I’m a nerd I did my research and found that Irish immigrants to America in the 1800s switched to pumpkins, because they grew well there. So if it’s alright with you, I’m going to include some fun shenigans with Sean!

***

Arthur thinks it’s cute that you want Jack to experience a proper Halloween, you’re encouraging all the adults in the gang to hide candy on themselves, so Jack can go ‘trick-or-treating’. But first and foremost, you insist on the carving of a pumpkin.

This is something Arthur doesn’t get. Why? Why do you need to carve a face into a vegetable? Why are you wasting said vegetable by carving a face into it? Nobody likes eating pumpkin that much and here you and Sean are, insisting that you have one each.

He doesn’t like scooping out the seeds at all. It’s messy, it feels disgusting on his hands. He thinks you’re bonkers. But you and Sean are having a great time, laughing, telling jokes and spooky stories, each one more outlandish than the last. So Arthur isn’t going to discourage you.

You decide you’ll carve one side of the face and Arthur can do the other. He’s a bit confused, but eventually carves out a rather artistic scary face. He quite likes that bit, says it reminds him of whittling.

Sean decides he’s going to try and place his pumpkin on his head, so begins carving a hole in the bottom for it. Even you say that’s a daft idea.

Sean eventually carves a large enough hole and places it on his head. He says the inside is damp and cold. Arthur lets out a grumbly sigh and you burst into laughter.

Jack comes running over to see what the amusement is. He screams in terror upon seeing pumpkin-headed Sean and runs away. Sean tries to give chase to reassure Jack it’s just him, but winds up tripping on Uncle and breaking his pumpkin head on the table!

You still put the two pumpkins together with little candles inside. You say Sean’s is even more spooky, because it’s a broken face. Arthur tells you not to encourage Sean.

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[notepadsandtealeaves]

Uncle x GN!Reader in: Yours, Always and Forever

From the van der Linde Boys, With Love 💌 || VDE 2021

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You’re as sharp as you are sweet, proud and beautiful and one of the most giving souls I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing… You’re so much more than what I ever expected to get out of this life, and certainly a sight more than what I deserve.

There’s no sweeter a story than the one you’re writing together…

↠ Requested By: My burning desire to receive a love letter lol ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ((tho we should, honestly)) ↠ Total WC: 300~

Ayyy! Last two post of the event! Sure, I’m like 6 months behind, but who’s counting. ((It’s me. I’m counting, and I’m so glad I’m done lol…))

A big thanks to everyone who’s stuck around for so long, y’all the real ones. Are these installments worth the wait? Idk, but at least they’re done now.

Anyways!

Uncle is always fun to write for because, well, it’s Uncle. That’s just the way he works. This one’s got a bit more of a serious vibe tho, but only because he wants to make double sure you know how much he cares, sweet ol’ lush that he is.

|| Yours, Always and Forever

To my sweetie,

As much as I love to spin a good yarn, writing stuff ain’t exactly my strong suit. Surprising, I know, but it’s the truth! Still, with it being Valentine’s Day and all I figured now was as good a time as any to give it a go.

So what do I say to the only person that has been able to truly tame my heart? Should I tell you that from the moment I first laid eyes on you that I just knew you were gonna someone special? Didn’t know just how special you were gonna be to me in particular back then, but I certainly knew you were a treasure. Still don’t know what someone as lovely as you wants with an old geezer like me, but I ain’t complaining. In fact I’m mighty honored to say that you’re all mine! You’re as sharp as you are sweet, proud and beautiful and one of the most giving souls I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing… You’re so much more than what I ever expected to get out of this life, and certainly a sight more than what I deserve.

I don’t rightly have much to offer you, but I do love you something fierce, ____, and all that I do have—all that I am—is entirely yours for the takin’.

Alright, I should probably end this now before I embarrass myself too much. So I’ll just wrap this up by saying happy Valentine’s Day, darlin’! Thanks for spending it, and every other day, with me.

Yours, always and forever, Uncle

P.s.: Ah! I should also mention that besides this letter and a small lil’ trinket I don’t have much else planned for the day, but if you want to do something I’ll do my best to make it happen for you, sweetheart. Just promise me we’ll make time to look up at the stars for a spell. You know how much I love to watch ‘em, but really that’s only because they’re the only thing that comes close to matching your beauty…

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[protectduffy]

When You’re Hurt (M)

male edition! featuring the camp boahs along with trelawny and eagle flies! female edition coming shortly! and let me know if you want any more characters added!

Trigger warning: violence, injury, cursing, racial remarks

this is so looong, i am so sorry!

Arthur

- you always have a warm smile for Arthur when you return to camp, shortly before falling into his arms

- however, this time when you came back from a robbery of a small bank, you walked straight past him with your head down

- concerned, Arthur followed like a wounded pup, trailing after you

- “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he keeps his voice very soft, quiet

- you try to ignore him with only an incoherent mumble of an answer as you find your cot and all but collapse on it

- immediately he knows something went wrong, you start crying to yourself and he falls to his knees beside the cot, touching you all over and looking for the source of the pain

- he finds a few bruises and scrapes, but nothing too frightening

- realising you were hurting emotionally, too, Arthur hesitates before lying beside you and sliding his arms around your waist, murmuring softly to you

- when you finally decide to tell him that the robbery went wrong and how disappointed in yourself you are, he scoffs and recounts all the times he’s failed miserably at something, reassuring you of how much he cares for you always, no matter what

Charles

- it was supposed to be a quick hunting trip to bring back a couple of rabbits or a deer if you were lucky, but when you returned to camp empty handed, Charles was quite surprised

- he respects your hunting ability and has helped you to hone in on your skills, so to come back after hours of being gone with nothing so much as a fish, he knows something went awry

- he doesn’t push you, though, watching from the campfire as you trail into your tent, disappearing from sight

- only then does Charles approach, so as to give you some space but also ensure your safety

- he finds you sat on the bed, sniffling and inspecting your bleeding forearm

- first he feels fear first, then concern

- “What happened? Did someone hurt you?” his voice has a mild shake of emotion as he grasps at your wrist to inspect the zigzag cuts on your forearm

- it isn’t too deep, but neither is it pleasant, and it will likely scar

- embarrassed, you admit that your old hunting bow snapped when you pulled it taut and ended up whipping back against your arm

- “You should always come to me if you get hurt, I want to keep you safe, and I’ll never look down on you for accidents.”

- Charles promises you it isn’t silly and that he’ll help you make a new bow, a sturdy one, after he bandages your arm

Javier

- you had set out for a train robbery with a few others, but Javier had stayed back to help around the camp with a few pressing matters

- he wasn’t too worried about you, but he did constantly look up at the horizon in the hopes of catching a glimpse of your returning figure

- when it grew dark and still nothing appeared, Javier became restless

- he had just grabbed his weapons to go find the others when the noises startled him

- you stumbled into camp with Bill, Dutch and John, obviously limping but trying to hide it

- Javier’s eyes narrow, he had made Dutch swear to keep you safe because he couldn’t be there himself to protect you

- you can’t hide the limp from him, and Javier becomes like a dog with a bone, swearing and storming over and not once showing signs of letting this go

- “The hell happened?! I told you to keep them safe, hijo de puta!”

- Dutch explains calmly that you were kicked and fell off the train when attacked by one of the guards but that you were fine

- Javier, deciding not to explode in front of everyone, picks you up without another word and cradles you on his lap by the fire, cooing softly, even if you insist you’re fine

- he uses the injury as an excuse for the rest of the week to keep you in bed, or to carry you around constantly, never leaving your side until you’re healed

- he plays you songs on his guitar to keep your spirits up

Dutch

- Dutch has enemies everywhere, and he’s always treading very carefully so as to not alert those enemies to his whereabouts

- unfortunately, this doesn’t always work out in his favour

- you had gone into the local town to collect some groceries for the camp when you were recognised by two men whom Dutch had once had a run-in with

- when you saw them drop their drinks and come charging towards you, it was already too late to make a run for it

- overwhelmed, you tried your best to fend yourself off and ended up killing one of the men before you could finally break free

- you ran all the way back to camp, bursting through the trees like a wild animal with hair sticking up and eyes bloodshot

- “The-they k-knew me, I c-c-couldn’t stop th-the-” 

- you had burst into tears before you could finish the sentence, with Susan and Arthur immediately at your side to hold you up

- covered in bruises and with a split lip, you looked quite the mess

- Dutch, attracted by the sound of your distressed voice, emerged from his tent and stood for a fraction of a second in shock

- you could see the expressions form on his face, surprise, worry, hatred

- he cleared the distance to you inhumanly fast and pulled you against his chest after checking for any other injuries, holding you against him, feeling your body shake with sobs

- “Who did it, darling?” he speaks softly so as not to startle you, but the bitter undertone is unmissable

- when you tell him, Dutch kisses your temple and gently gives you back to a concerned Susan, promising he’ll be right back

- the storm in his eyes is one you won’t forget as he left with guns in hand, not returning until the next day covered in blood and quietly returning to your side

Hosea

- O’Driscoll boys had always been a problem, but never more so than when you found yourself in a saloon alone

- having decided to take a break, you found a quiet corner and sipped your drink, watching out the window as the sun slowly sank in the sky

- three rough looking men approached you, leering and nudging one another, laughing to themselves

- your face went pale, you recognised them as the O’Driscoll dogs who so often plagued you and your gang

- trying to ignore them didn’t work, one of them pulled you up from your seat and you immediately went into fight-or-flight, drawing the gun at your hip and firing blindly

- you managed to escape in the chaos of the saloon in uproar, the men after you losing track of your form but not before one of them landed a shot in your left arm

- crying out, you managed to throw yourself on your horse and ride back to camp, leaning heavily to one side as the blood continued to weep through your wound

- your whole body was pale and sweaty as it slid from the saddle and thumped on the grass

- Hosea looked up from the book he was reading at the sound of your approach, alarm bells ringing in his head as he watched you fall

- he ran across the camp and skidded in the dirt, pulling you up onto his lap

- you managed to mumble something about O’Driscoll and that you were sorry before passing out

- “No, not like this, you’re not dying like this!”

- he makes the others bring medicine, bandages and hot water to help you, but never once does Hosea get off the ground with you gently on his lap

- when you wake up two days later, you learn that he had sent Arthur and John to take care of your attackers, but Hosea himself hadn’t left his seat next to your bed the whole time

Lenny

- skinning animals was still very new to you, though Pearson was being very patient (most of the time) in teaching you so that you could assist him with the stew

- in fact, you were beginning to feel like a real expert a few days in with your knife

- spying your boyfriend Lenny walking across camp with some firewood, you decided to flourish a little, twirling the knife and trying to look casual as you did so

- unfortunately, this ploy didn’t work

- the blade caught in some of the pelt you were removing and flipped on itself, cutting across your palm in a short line

- with a slightly yelp, you at once had Lenny fawning over you, grabbing your hand and twisting it every which way - gently as he could - to inspect the wound

- he isn’t the best with injuries since he panics when he sees that you’re wounded

- thankfully, Pearson knows what to do and instructs the poor boy to clean then bandage the injury

- although it will heal in time, Lenny insists that you stay close to his side in case of any more unpleasant accidents (but he loves the excuse to have you beside him)

Micah

- Micah doesn’t like to be viewed as clingy or overprotective, but he does often stick by your side like glue, making sure you won’t get into any trouble without him (or because of him)

- when you were waiting for him outside the gun merchant’s store, he was drawn to focus on the sounds of hushed argument

- as soon as Micah had disappeared inside, a dark figure emerged at the front of the store to interrogate you, asking if you knew Mr. Bell and how that was so

- suspicious, you didn’t give away any details of Micah, the gang or yourself, but this only proved to anger the man

- he flashed his badge at you and drew his pistol, at which point it was too late to reach for your own without being shot at

- the detective attempted to force you to your knees as you fought him off, struggling to find grip in the dust

- “Micah!”

- he responds like lightning, dramatically kicking the door open and storming outside

- nobody messes with his baby

- he doesn’t even mock or anger the detective like he normally would, instead Micah draws his freshly cleaned and gleaming guns, firing six rounds into the detective

- the whole town is alight then, but Micah is more than happy to help you onto his horse, murmuring assurances to you the whole time, riding out of the chaos and clutching you (and his guns) tightly

- “Don’t worry, I got’cha, honey.”

John

- on a hunting trip with John, you were both relaxing in the shade waiting for prey to take the bait in the clearing ahead of the two of you

- resting against his chest and sat up against a tree, you share hushed conversations and jokes while you wait

- after an hour, a buck wanders into the clearing and approaches the bait, his antlers catching some of the morning light

- unfortunately, you were not the only hunters in the area

- a growl sounds out behind John and you swivel around in his arms to spot a looming grizzly, which had been attracted by the buck, baring his teeth

- John pushes you aside and leaps to his feet to draw his weapons, heart pounding in his throat with pure adrenaline and fear for your safety

- the bear takes a solid three bullets and swipes in retaliation before it scampers away to lick it’s wounds

- John is hesitant to slide his guns away, panting, as he turns to find you

- the bear’s claws had just managed to clip your jaw and though the injury is not immense, it is something which needs to be treated

- regardless, he swears and pulls off his shirt to press it to your jaw, stopping the bleeding

- “It don’t look too bad. I’m so sorry I didn’t see it sooner!”

- after apologising profusely and unnecessarily carrying you back to camp, he makes you smile by suggesting that maybe you’ll have a smaller version of his own scars

- it would be safe to say that he always holds your hand from that point on when you’re out together, just in case

Bill

- admittedly, the rain was probably not the best weather choice for a walk, but that didn’t outright occur to you when you decided you wanted a break from listening to everyone bickering

- Bill was asleep already, exhausted from a recent robbery, and you wanted to clear your head

- exploring the surrounding areas seemed like a good way to do that

- you wandered along a nearby stream so you would know how to get back, and you followed your feet up a gradually inclining hill

- however, you hadn’t noticed just how steep that incline was getting until your breath started coming in pants

- when you realised that you had probably gone too far and were at risk of losing the trail back, you carefully tried to tread your way back down the hill

- slowly making each step count, you were about halfway down when your heel lost grip and you fell head first, thankfully flipping and rolling before skidding the rest of the way down to the stream

- the pain in your wrist was immense from having landed on it, but your pride was probably the most wounded

- very slowly, you trudged back to camp, hoping nobody would notice the mud stains or the throbbing red bruises around your wrist

- unfortunately for you, bill had woken to find you missing and was already in a mood

- as soon as he lay eyes on you, he felt the urge to scold you for scaring him like that, but was distracted by the shame in your eyes and the way you held your wrist awkwardly to your chest

- “What the hell happened? I told you not to go out alone!” 

- he isn’t very sure how to treat you but presents you to Strauss with an urgent look in his eyes

- Bill hovers behind you the whole time you’re examined and put in a sling

- he takes the instructions to rest very seriously, grumbling about how you worried him as he holds you that night, smoothing your hair

Uncle

- it was a silly accident, but that didn’t make it any less painful

- “Shit, Sean, get me a cloth!”

- you scold him under your breath as he hurries to get a clean rag for your hands

- he had been messing around with you that evening when he accidentally knocked you too hard and your hands shot out to steady yourself, smashing the glass you were holding against the table you braced yourself on

- very apologetic and drunk, Sean brings the attention of a sleepy Uncle, who grumbles as he makes his way over

- seeing the damage to your hands and the sheepish expression on the redhead’s face, Uncle starts to turn a bright pink shade of anger

- “Stupid boy! What did you do? Give me a look at that.” 

- you politely suggest to Sean that he had better leave and he looks relieved to high-tail it

- Uncle sits you down and tells you about the times when he had a bottle smashed against him, or was thrown through/jumped through glass, so he has a surprising amount of knowledge

- after cleaning out the wounds on your palms and covering them with clean cloths, he ushers you straight to bed and makes sure to keep Sean away from you until he’s sobered up

Pearson

- you really, really wanted to learn how to cook

- robbery jobs and general mischief was low since the gang had only just set up in the new location, so you decided you would be helpful in other ways and at the same time get to spend all your moments with Pearson

- he was a bit begrudging over it, playfully suggesting you’ll get in his way, but he is surprisingly a good teacher if you’re a good listener

- you’re asked to bring over the pot of boiling water from the fire so he can add in the meat to it

- seems like a simple task, but the pot had been boiling for longer than either of you realised and even the handle was ragingly hot

- with a yelp, you yanked your now blistered hand away, shaking it frantically as if that might ease the burning sensation

- with an immense amount of concern, Pearson grasps your arm and pulls you to the table where a bucket of cold water sits, plunging your hand in and rubbing your back with his free hand

- “It’s okay, just focus on me, m’kay? Look at me.”

- when the burning subsides, he bandages the hand and keeps applying cold water to it as well as some ointment from one of the previous robberies

- he makes sure to gently kiss the hand every now and then

Kieran

- it was a nice day to test your new revolver

- you had decided to ride a small distance from camp to test your skills in your new weapon by shooting some bottles

- however, you had failed to realise that the weapon you had purchased was not brand new, and was instead a second-hand gun that the store owner had pawned off on you

- as a result, it wasn’t a steady or recently tested weapon

- when you pulled the trigger the first time, it hit the target, but slightly off centre

- with another shot, the gun recoiled hard and the metal at the rear seemed to come apart with an agonising burn to your palm

- the scent of burnt flesh and metal made you howl in pain and shock

- this startled your horse who, mistaking it for the cry of a predator, darted back to camp

- Kieran, naturally recognising your spooked horse and seeing no rider, calms the animal before going out in search of you, calling out with a shaky voice as his wide eyes search every tree, bush and boulder

- he finds you curled up against a tree trunk clutching your arm, whimpering

- Kieran himself makes a soft noise of pain to see you hurting and sits next to you, gently prying your other hand away from your injured one to inspect the damage

- although he very much wants to throw up at the sight of all the blood and burns on his lover, he steels himself because you need him

- Kieran puts you on his horse and rides like thunder into camp, presenting you like a broken bird with the most heartbroken expression on his face that he can’t help you because he doesn’t know where to start

- Strauss treats and binds your hand, letting Kieran lead you to his bed where he sits with you and kisses your shoulder in between sweet words, rocking you against his chest

- the next day he pulls Arthur aside and asks him as a favour to go find the gun trader and ‘deal with him’

Sean

- law was always going to be a problem when you were running with Dutch’s gang

- however, Sean certainly didn’t help that situation

- he has a habit of stirring up trouble with lawmen, even if he does nothing other than verbally taunt them

- sometimes he just doesn’t know where the line is

- usually you don’t mind, because you know he can slip away and you’ll always have his back, but this time he went too far

- the lawman decided he’d had enough of Sean’s smart mouth and pulled out his gun, yelling at the Irishman in colourful tones

- Sean had the sense to pull you out of the store you were browsing as you both took off, Sean but you scolding him

- in the crossfire - although you had managed to escape into the woods - a bullet had grazed your thigh and burned Sean’s shoulder

- “Oh shit, shit, shit! I’m so sorry darlin’, honey, let me see it! Dammit, shit, I can fix this!”

- he rants to himself as he makes you a makeshift little bandage, soothing your pain and occasionally kissing you

- he also kisses your thigh very very lightly over the bandage, giving you puppy eyes and swearing he’ll make it up to you

- although he won’t admit it, he’s much more reserved around lawmen (at least for a little while) afterwards, and he always makes sure that you are safe first

Trelawny

- due to his common disappearing act (which had lessened immensely since the two of you became an item) around camp, you and Josiah both took great pride in making time for one another to do different things

- one day it was boating down the river, the next it was saloon-hopping, the next was basking in a flower field

- he always has unique places to take you and the softest gleam in his eye

- this time, he insisted you go for a horse ride down the trail he found which would lead to a beautiful cliff overlooking the vast area

- your horse was brand new and still slightly skittish, having not had enough time to bond with you yet to develop a sense of trust

- regardless, you wanted to ride the mare next to Trelawny and his own steed

- it was a peaceful walk through the trees until your horse noticed the lithe form of a snake darting into the underbrush

- immediately, the mare reared up and kicked her legs, panicking, throwing you from the saddle before she bolted in the opposite direction

- it all seemed to happen in slow motion as you came crashing down to the dirt, audibly snapping something in your foot

- Josiah leapt from his horse and had pulled you close at an instant, inspecting you all over

- “Where does it hurt? Is this sore? Did you hit your head?”

- he’s like a mother hen fussing and protecting you, his hands expertly feeling for any breakages until he reaches your ankle and hears you cry out

- “Okay, it’s alright, dove. Just breathe, I’m going to take you home.”

- for the time that it takes you to learn how to walk with a makeshift crutch, he is always there shadowing you, making sure that if you look even a little bit unsteady that he is there to right you

- he makes sure you ride with him, too, until you gain your confidence back

Eagle Flies

- when the soldiers set up not too far from his tribe, Eagle Flies immediately became much more tense when you’d visit

- he would always love to grasp your hand and sit with his arms around you, but this was different

- he wasn’t blind to your beauty, and he knew the soldiers saw it too, since they frequently made passing comments in your presence when you’d walk by

- trying his absolute best to ignore it, he could still very much enjoy his time with you when you would visit, showing you all of the best spots for a good view, hunting, and contemplation

- one morning, Eagle Flies decided to leave early to find some of those flowers you always awe over

- when you arrived to find him missing, you decided to wander the local area since it seemed you were starting to become more familiar with the land thanks to Eagle Flies and his many trips with you

- however, you weren’t the only one roaming the forest

- three soldiers, all surprisingly tipsy despite it being morning, stumbled through the bushes and happened upon you

- both parties stared for a good few seconds - which felt like hours - until the shortest of the soldiers cracked a grin and made towards you

- his friends were quicker, grabbing your arms and attempting to subdue you, ripping your shirt in the process

- “If it ain’t the Indian-loving little bitch! Come here, sweetheart, come on!” the other two men took to whistling at you like a dog

- “I’ll show you how a real man fucks a-”

- there was no opportunity for the man to finish his vulgar statement likely due to the arrow protruding from his chest

- blood splutters from his mouth and the other two soldiers are on their backs before they could draw their weapons

- shaking from the shock, you barely register the familiar presence as Eagle Flies emerges from the shadows with his bow clutched tightly in hand

- he has a look of immense rage you’ve never seen before, his eyes ice cold as he surveys the bodies before deciding they’re dead

- when his gaze shifts to you, it softens at once to a look of concern and love

- “Are you okay? I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. Come.” he speaks quietly, like a whisper to not startle the doe, and opens his arms

- you whimper and gratefully fall into his embrace

- back at the tribe, Eagle Flies sits you on his lap and whispers softly to you, watching the campfire after informing his father of the situation

- he makes sure from then on to always scope the land before your arrival, but soon a better idea emerges; you permanently stay with him on their native lands

- regardless, he’s much more protective of you and always has a warm comment to make you smile or a gentle touch to remind you he’s always there for you

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[neon-junkie]

just some random romantic headcanons

Dutch is a private lover. When he’s with the gang he wont ignore you, but he’ll put his focus on them. He does show small romantic gestures, like putting his hand on your leg, or giving your hand a squeeze before he goes. He prefers to show affection behind closed doors, because being around the gang is like being at ‘work’ for him, and he doesn’t want to cross his private life and his work life. 

Lenny is 100% a shy guy. Flirt with him and you’ll make him a blushing, flustered mess. Oh and he’ll sweat too. He’s the kinda guy to stand outside your house with a boombox playing romantic songs. Your parents will love the hell out of him, and he does a good job at impressing them. 

Kieran, another shy guy, but we all know that. But once he’s drunk he either has even worse confidence or all the confidence in the world. He struggles to find his words, so he’ll just march over to you and kiss you, then apologize loads as he’s worried he’s just ruined your friendship. Just kiss him back and he’ll be like putty. 

John is so inappropriate. The gang has to seperate you two on missions cause he’ll take any opportunity to take you aside and get frisky. Just finished robbing a stage and had to kill everyone? Great, time for John to ask you for a quicky in the stage BEFORE you’ve looted everything.

Trelawny won’t try and impress you with his magic tricks, he thinks its a bit too cheesy for someone he hopes to spend his life with. Instead, he’ll take you to beautiful places. He’ll ‘acquire’ a boat and paddle along the lake so you can watch as the sun sinks into the water. He hopes to show you all the beautiful things in the world, and say that none of it will ever match your beauty.

Arthur will bawl like a baby on his wedding day. He’ll even be crying in the wedding photos. It’s like his eyes cant stop! Just remind him how sweet it is, and he wont feel as bad about it. 

Javier is stumped when he meets you. To random women, he can be quite the flirt and catch. But when he meets someone thats starstuck him, then he’ll start to lose himself. He’ll become a nervous mess, shy, stutter a lot. Flirt back and he’ll regain his confidence. He’s just worried he’ll mess up.. again. 

Bill doubts himself. He doesn’t think anyone will ever love him. He’ll think your only flirting with him to tease him. But if you start doing small physical gestures, like holding his arm for a split second, or letting your shoulders touch when you sit by each other, then he’ll start to question if maybe you actually DO like him. He’ll only admit his feelings whilst drunk though, or if you corner the poor boy. 

Uncle will tell you theres no point bothering with him as he has lumbago. Don’t get your hopes up with this catch of a man. 

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[scarfacemarston]

Charles Smith x Reader Sick HCs What he’s like sick & caring for you.

Arthur’s post here. John’s two-part post Here and Here. Enjoy!

When He’s Sick:

*It’s very difficult to tell when Charles is sick. He can be very stoic at times and does not ever want to be a bother. 

*Unlike Arthur and John, Charles has the sense to actually care for himself when he shows symptoms of being ill. Charles believes full heartedly in caring for mind, body, and spirit at all times, otherwise, he knows he can’t be at his best. * He’s very aware of his body and limitations. This didn't come easily to him. He was a healthy enough child, but after his father died and his mother was kidnapped, he struggled to care for himself. He didn’t see the point. *He didn’t start to care until he met a kindly old hermit who had nursed him back to health after he had collapsed from exhaustion. The man was part Native like Charles was and had lived by himself after his tribe had either moved to the city or to a reservation. He taught Charles what he knew about botany including how to make medicine and poison, what plants were safe to eat as well as his personal philosophy. Charles picked and chose what he believed from those discussions. He combined his prior knowledge with what the old hermit taught him.

* You become worried when you notice him sleeping for longer periods of time. Charles normally wakes up at dawn in order to hunt or enjoy some alone time. You don’t want to nag him for sleeping. You know he deserves it, but you had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

*He’ll try to cover up his coughs so not to worry you. As kind as his thoughtfulness is, you want him to know how much you love him, even when he’s sick. You’re the type to worry about him either way.

*It isn’t until you discover him mixing masses of herbs that he finally admits to you that he’s been ill. You just nod and say, “I know”. Charles decides to turn this into a lesson. He explains what herbs he’s using, what their properties are and how to properly mix them. *After the lesson, you send him to bed. You pile him with blankets and rub his calves.

* He always feels guilty when you care for him. He thinks he should care for you, but when he feels how good your hands feel on him, it’s hard to resist.

*You’ll sometimes try to tell him jokes. He’s more likely to laugh when he’s alone with you. You love the way it sounds.

*Sometimes, you’ll try to gossip with him. He’ll roll his eyes, but listen anyway. Charles occasionally throws in something juicy as well. Beware if John is nearby. He’s a ho for gossip and will try to join in.

*He tries to be a good patient. He will try to care for himself if Miss Grimshaw forces you to do chores. He tends to recover very quickly.

Charles Caring for You:

*You literally could not ask for a better person to take care of you in the camp.

*Your bond with Charles is so deep, that the two of you can communicate with glances only. However, you’re both very intuned with one another. You’re not surprised that Charles immediately senses that you’re off.

* He’ll silently hand you a canteen full of water and motion for you to drink.

*He and Hosea are the ones that make tea for everyone when they are sick. Hosea focuses on Ginseng whereas Charles likes to use ginger, mint, and elderberry. He’ll occasionally give you something extra special in the drink :)

* Charles is one of the few people that can cook. He’s not a gourmet chef by any means, but he knows what’s he doing with seasoning.

* This dude gives A+ massages. He’s also like walking heater. * He’s been known to carry to your shared tent in order to get you to rest.

* He’ll do extra chores and does what he can to keep Miss Grimshaw off your back.

*He’ll stay up late with you, fingers carding your hair as he tells you stories that he heard growing up.

* He’ll keep Uncle away from your tent. Uncle likes to hang out with sick people so he can claim that he’s “caring for them” and get out of actual work.

* Charles will sometimes make you little gifts out of feathers, bone and whatever other material he can find.

*He is always relieved to see you up and about once again. He gives you a proper greeting later. ;)

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[morgan-macguire]

Uncles Tip

Arthur Morgan x reader

Summary: Arthur decides to check out a robbery tip from Uncle. Reader sets out to join him

Warnings: one swear word, a ton of dialogue and uhhhhhhhhh I don’t think anything else

A/n: this is the second fic ive written for rdr2! I hope you like it :)

p.s.: constructive criticism is always welcome :)) 

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(Not my gif)

You waited anxiously for the two of them to finish their discussion. Dutch had mentioned to you that he was going to ask Arthur to go check out a possible lead and you planned to join him. After what seemed like ages, Arthur finally stepped out of Dutch’s tent with a sigh before making a beeline to his horse. You ran to catch him before he got on. 

“Are you heading out?” You asked.

“Yeah, Uncle heard there’s going to be an unguarded Coach passing through in just a bit. It should be an easy hit.”

Your eyes lit up, startling Arthur slightly. You were itching to get out of camp, washing clothes and helping Pearson cook all day for the past two weeks had nearly driven you insane. You needed to get out and get some action. 

“Can I come?”

Arthurs mind immediately raced to every possible way this could go wrong. You could run into O’Driscolls, Murfree Broods, the law could be involved, and he didn’t even want to think about what could happen if it was a set up. Arthur cringed at the thought.

He would never forgive himself if you were hurt while out with him.

“I don’t know about that, y/n..”

“Why not?”

“You could get hurt.”

“You said it would be easy.”

“Yeah, but the tip came from Uncle.”

The two of you shared a short laugh, glancing across the camp to where Uncle was asleep against a log with an empty bottle in his hand. Big surprise, as Arthur would occasionally joke. 

Arthur’s attention returned to his saddle as he began to fiddle with the small bag. 

Your grin morphed into a pout and your arms came to cross over your chest.

“You brought Sadie into town and shot up a buncha O’Driscolls.”

You almost laughed out loud when his surprised eyes darted to you, before he made a failed attempt to mask the expression. Almost. 

Arthur caved relatively quickly, rolling his eyes with a shit-eating grin.

“How’d you find out about that?”

“I’m not stupid, Mr. Morgan.”

He nodded in agreement, waiting for you to continue.

“Please, Arthur. I really want to do my part here. I won’t let you down.”

Arthur knew the second you brought out the pout that he was done for, he’d always had a soft spot for it, but he still hated the idea of putting you in harms way. Arthur kinda sorta trusted Uncle, in a ‘I’d go steal a herd of cattle with you if you asked’ way, but he sure as hell didn’t trust Uncle’s robbery tips. Not even a little. 

 ‘Have a little faith,’ Dutch had told Arthur. ‘This could be an opportunity to bring the camp some good money’

Arthur was beginning to regret agreeing to check out the coach. 

“Alright,” he sighed, “but only because I’ve seen you with a rifle and your aim is better than half the gang’s.”

“Better than Lenny?”

“Don’t push it.” He grunted, closing the saddle bag.

Arthur’s heart swelled as a melodious laugh escaped your lips. Although he’d never admit it to you, or anyone, it was his favorite sound.

“So I can go?”

He nodded curtly.

“Great!” You cheered, moving to yank your skirt down as you whistled for your horse. Arthur went wide eyed, mumbling a quick, “woah.” He respectfully turned his head away, cheeks burning pink. 

You chuckled, shimmying the fabric down your legs, revealing a new pair of blue jeans Sadie had picked up for you. “It’s fine, you silly man.”

It was now Arthur’s turn to laugh.

“You’ve been keeping those under there all this time?”

“I’ve been dying to get out.”

“Alright. Are you ready to head out?” Arthur asked, patting the rear end of your horse. He liked how soft your horse was.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

He admired your confidence, especially since you two were going to check out something Uncle dug up. 

Even though he knew you didn’t need it, Arthur helped you hop on top of your horse. He climbed onto his own soon after, gesturing for you to follow him. 

“You know, Mr. Grumpy Pants, that looks good on you.” You called out.

“What does?”

“A smile. I sure would like to see it more often.”

Arthur was glad you were riding slightly behind him, because his cheeks were burning again.

“Well if all goes well here, you just might.”

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[yeehawsimulator]

A Long Lost Love

Arthur Morgan x F! Reader (5/?)

Part 5 of my long Red Dead Fix-it

You, John, Arthur, Bill & Lenny head out to rob a train

Warnings: Cursing, Violence

Requests for one-shots are always welcome, I’ll write for everyone except Micah

•

You stood up as you heard that Javier and Sadie were back, Dutch walking over to them as well. “It wasn’t him Y/N, he truly didn’t know, Sadie pushed him to the edge and he still denied knowing”

“Shit, that means they know we’re in Valentine. That’ll give us a few days before they find we’re here” You sighed. “Enough time for one big hit, something better and less dangerous than the bank” Dutch spoke, You raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“John told me about a train carrying the rich passengers from Saint Denis, goes through Valentine every friday. If we manage to rob it when it rides through the forest it should be an easy job” “Then how do we make it stop in the forest?” You replied, looking behind you to see Lenny had listened in on the conversation. “We steal an oil wagon, place it on the tracks, driver will have to stop since he’s carrying important passengers.”

“I like your way of thinking Lenny Summers, let’s rest up for the night and head out tomorrow evening. Y/N, you tell Arthur about this, Lenny you tell John that his plan is going through. Five of us should be able to do it” Dutch spoke, but you quickly stopped him. “You showing your face in a train robbery after blackwater, Dutch? I don’t think that’s a good idea” “I guess you’re right-“ “I’ll go!” Sadie interrupted, but Dutch was quick to stop her idea. “No way miss Adler, Bill can join them” He replied before walking back to his tent.

“I’ll tell Bill as well, see you tomorrow Y/N” “‘Night Lenny” You told him, seeing Hosea, Pearson, Uncle and Strauss gathered by the campfire, deciding to join them to listen to their stories. “Oh Y/N, please join us! I was just telling a story about Arthur you haven’t heard yet!” “Is it an embarrassing one? If so, count me in” You chuckled, sitting down on the log next to Uncle.

“So, as I was saying, Dutch and I always used to go fishing together. Arthur never wanted to join ‘cause he always caught the smallest ones, and as you know he sees everything as a competition and hates losing” Hosea spoke, already making you snort. “And one day he comes back with this beautiful, large bass he had caught, Dutch and I obviously amazed at how he managed to catch it. We have a nice night together eating Arthur’s proud catch and head into town the next day. We walk past the shops and suddenly this shopkeeper calls out, ‘Hey you there! Enjoyed the fish I sold you yesterday?’. Oh the look on his face-“ Hosea got interrupted by Arthur softly smacking the back of his head, you and the others too busy laughing. “Can ya stop telling everyone that? It ain’t that funny Hosea” “It is funny” You laughed at him, Arthur quickly protesting, “I was 18!”

~

“You comin’ to bed? I need to tell ya somethin’” You asked as you placed your hand on his knee, Arthur humming in agreement. “Goodnight gentlemen” You told Hosea and the others, wishing you a goodnight back as you and Arthur walked back to your tent.

“Dutch has planned for us to rob a train tomorrow evenin’, he thinks it’s a better option than the bank” You spoke as you took off your jacket, sitting down on your cot as you heard Arthur exhale deeply. “Guess he ain’t comin’ along” “No he ain’t, me, you, Lenny, John and Bill” “Sounds like it’ll have to go alright”

You laid down on your cot and fell asleep soon after, your energy drained over the eventful day. You opened your eyes when you heard a weird noise coming from nearby, sitting upright and closing your eyes to focus on what the hell this sound was. “What in the name of jesus is that?” “The phenomenon we call Uncle, he was magically silent the past few days” Arthur replied, making you laugh as you laid back down.

~

“We got it!” Lenny’s voice sounded, you looking up to see John and him riding an oil wagon towards the secluded spot in the forest you, Arthur and Bill had been waiting in. “Nobody saw you two?” Bill asked as John got off the wagon, Lenny shaking his head. “Good job boys” You told them, circling around the oil wagon to see if it was still intact.

“If we ride towards the forest near Valentine now we should reach it near sundown, will give us time to set this up on the tracks and hide in the treeline” Arthur spoke, the rest of you agreeing.

Bill and Lenny took seats on the driver’s couch on the wagon after you declined their offer, grabbing onto the railing on the side of the wagon so you could hang from the side of it, John and Arthur doing the same.

The ride took a short while, John telling Bill to stop the wagon when they reached the right spot. “Let’s cover up and head to the trees” You spoke, tying a bandana around the lower half of your face before running into the forest, stopping when you noticed Arthur wasn’t following you. “What the hell are you doin’!?” “Makin’ sure this train stops” Arthur replied, climbing up on the wagon as you continued your path to the trees, quickly hiding behind one as you heard the train approach.

“Is he out his mind?” John asked you, you shrugging as you reloaded your gun, “Probably, but it usually does work out in the end” “Usually, yes” John grumbled in response.

The train came to a quick halt when it’s lights illuminated the oil wagon, Arthur jumping off and yelling for the driver to step out, who unfortunately for the feller was dumb enough to point his pistol at Arthur. You sprinted out of the woods and used the back of your rifle to knock the man out, feeling a tinge of guilt coming up, not used to having to attack innocent people. But what had to be done had to be done, the only mentality that will get you through this life.

“Lenny, Y/N, you two go through the passenger cabins and rob their money, Bill you go for the carriage holding their baggage, John you keep and eye out for cops, I’ll head through the entire train to see if we missed something” Arthur spoke, everyone quickly starting with the task they were assigned to.

“You or I do the intimidation work?” You asked as you grabbed the empty bag to hold the money, Lenny laughing at himself before answering, “Bet you’d do a better job than me at that, so after you madam”

Lenny yelled at the passengers to hand over their money, until one rich bastard decided not to comply. “Want me to hurt you dumbass? Your money ain’t worth your life” You spoke, doing your best to sound as threatening as possible. “Fuck off woman, what the hell are you trying to do anyways-“ The man couldn’t finish his sentence as you gave him the same treatment as the driver, only making sure not to knock anyone out.

“You’re wasting my goddamn time! Hand over your fuckin’ money!” You yelled, the man quickly fumbling around his pocket before pulling out a money clip which he threw into the bag Lenny held in his face, making sure to let a racist comment slip out while doing so. You hit him in the head again which did knock him out, spitting on his unconscious body before moving on to the next passengers.

“Guys! We’re in trouble!” John’s voice sounded from outside, Lenny and you quickly running out the cabin to see what was going on, only to see police men coming out the forest, one with his gun pointed directly at Lenny. You quickly pushed him to the floor with you, a bullet hitting the crate behind them. “Holy shit! Thank you” Lenny exclaimed before both of you hid behind the crates, trying to pick off some of the cops.

“John get your ass behind cover!” You yelled, John quickly jumping on to the train car you and Lenny were on. “How the fuck did they find out so quickly?!” John questioned, you shaking your head in confusion. “I-I don’t know, but let’s make sure all of us get out of here alive first” You told him, looking through the carriages to see if you could find Bill and Arthur.

You shot at some more of the men riding towards the train, the flow of police finally seeming to stop. “Let’s haul our asses out of here!” Arthur yelled as he and Bill ran down the side of the train, you and the other two jumping down the carriage.

You whistled for Florence who came running down the mountain, John and Bill’s horses the only other two that showed up. “Arthur c’mon!” You yelled, grabbing onto his hand as he quickly climbed on behind you, Lenny jumping up on John’s horse. “Let’s split up! Meet back at camp!” John yelled, “Sounds good, stay safe all of ya!” You replied, rushing Florence into a gallop as Arthur wrapped an arm around your waist.

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[captain039]

Bond between man and woman

John Marston x reader

Summary: set after the gang falls apart, and John finds you in a cave when hes bounty hunting.

Warnings: Slightly gory, light swearing, mentions of torture

It was cold in the cave must be raining outside you thought, grey sound filled your ears as the gang that held you murmured around there camp fire. It's been days? weeks maybe you didnt know. It was torture cutting your skin for entertainment hearing you scream, you wish they would kill you now, it was to much and no one was coming.

Gunshots awoke you as you looked around men shouting as the ran to what ever with knives and axes. You covered your ears shaking when it finally stopped. You heard footsteps three people maybe. You shuddered backing into the cage as a woman appeared.

"Hey we got a woman here" She yelled as two men walked around. You gulped backing away as the indian one broke the lock.

"Were not gonna hurt you" He whispered but you didnt belive him, men were cruel, evil beings.

"NO!" you shouted as he came forward sending him back.

"Please" You whimpered your knees shaking.

"Ma'am were not gonna hurt you" The other man said his voice deep and gravely.

"Lies" You whispered crouching your body shaking.

"Miss" He pressed coming in as you shielded your face his arms pulling you up and out as you thrashed and screamed.

"PLEASE NO" You begged as he held you bringing you down to a crouch. You shook in his hold crying as he rubbed your arm.

"That's it, shh" He whispered gently as you heard the others leaving. You sobbed clutching his vest as he slowly stood you up. placing his jacket around you.

"Come on miss" He slowly led you out of the cave, the sun glared into your eyes as you groaned quietly at the intensity. He helped you onto a horse as he got on in front.

"Where do you live?" he asked looking at you, you frowned you didnt live anywhere you've been there for so long after your parents died they took you.

"No where" you whispered he only nodded sighing quietly as you all rode. The ranch you pulled up to was new he must've just built it, a beautiful barn aswell to the left of it.

"You can stay here still you find a home if you want" He said getting off his horse helping you down.

"T-thank you" You whispered as a dog came up barking making you jump.

"Back boy!" The man said as the animal ran off his ears down.

"I'll be off John, tell me if anything happens alright" The woman said to the man, John.

"See ya Sadie" Sadie rode off leaving you, John and the indian guy.

"My names Charles Smith" He said with a kind smile.

"Y/n" you whispered gulping.

"John Marston" The other introduced leading you inside.

"UNCLE" He yelled making you flinch as a drunk man came down.

"Dont shout jeez" He grumbled leaning against the wall.

"Who's this pretty thing?" he asked his voice slurred.

"Y/n, do not bother her do not talk to her, I found her in a cave with those men" John growled going to the living room.

"Alright grumpy man" The man, Uncle grumbled disappearing.

"Come" You followed John to a room with a large bed and a few cupboards.

"You can stay here, it's my room I'll be down in the front room" He said sliding off his hat.

"I'll stay outside" You said shaking your head.

"What? why?" he questioned.

"Because I have to" You whispered you were worth nothing just a spec of dust.

"Miss Y/n you dont have too you can stay here, I'll get you some clothes tonight but for now here" He handed you some of his clothes sighing quietly.

"Would you like a bath?" you nodded timidly as he walked down the hall you following.

"Here" He said handing you a towel.

"Uh your cuts, do you want to clean them if not I can I've well been there" He said sadly, you shook your head as he nodded closing the door.

You sighed sliding into the bath tub the warm water soothed your aching body as you whimpered quietly. You washed yourself slowly careful not to hurt yourself anymore. You cleaned your wounds disgusted by the scars that covered you. You wondered why this man, John was being so kind to you after what every other man had done to you.

You walked out his pants to long for you, he turned to you freezing for a minute.

"Did I do something wrong?" you asked scared gripping the sleeve.

"No, sorry your just beautiful" He whispered you frowned.

"Uh here food" He handed you a plate and fork, you ate some of it feeling insecure and wrong in this situation.

"I'm heading to bed goodnight Y/n" he said walking past. You heard the door close and sighed.

"Goodnight" You whispered heading to the room. The bed was like clouds as you touched the material gently going under the covers. You cried to sleep wishing things would go away or maybe you'd go away. Your sleep was filled with nightmares a scream waking John up and rushing to your room. He saw you toss and turn as he walked over shaking your shoulders. You woke up with a start panting, tears rolling down your face.

"Y/n" he said you looked to him his face lit up by the moon. You slowed your breathing trying to gain control as his hands slip to your arms.

"I'm sorry" you whispered he shook his head.

"Dont be I cant imagine the things they did" He whispered but he could because it happened to him.

"They used me, carved my skin, beat me, it was hell" You whispered crying.

"I'm ruined" you added he shook his head bringing you closer to him as he embraced you.

"Your not ruined, Y/n this will make you stronger" He said softly stroking your hair.

"I know it" He whispered pulling apart giving you a small smile.

"Will you stay tonight?" you said quietly he almost didnt hear he nodded getting in on the other side, you curled up next to him surprising him but, he put his arm around you hoping you could get some peaceful sleep, and you did.

#x reader #fluff #John marston x reader #john marston #rdr #rdr2 #sadie #charles #uncle

[dutchsmangoes]

Ring Dang Do (Uncle x Reader)

okay this is what i like to call a joke i took too far !! but maybe one lone rdr fan is craving that uncle [redacted] so this is for all the fellow uncle sluts out there 

warnings: sexy sex

Something was off.

Not with the camp, it was the same as always. A small handful of the gang had gathered around the fire, enjoying being out of the bitter mountains. They had taken to singing a rendition of the funny but deviously naughty Ring Dang Do. All of this felt normal to you: Arthur drunkenly but happily slurring the words, Javier playing along to the tune, Sean and Pearson joining in when they could remember how it went. All of that was fine.

But a part of you was warming as you sat and patted your knees to the beat, and it wasn’t the campfire doing the work. Since he had started, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off Uncle. It was in his wheelhouse to bring up dirty folk songs, but this one. This one was something else.

You hadn’t really noticed before, in the light of day, how handsome Uncle was. Maybe it was the song or maybe just the warmth of the fire. He was bundled in a coat as the nights tended to grow a little chilly, and he filled it out in a way that made you want to take in all of him with your eyes. No, no, more than that. With your hands.

After they had finished, you stood and placed a palm on Uncle’s shoulder, softly feeling the deer pelt the jacket was made of, running your hands through the fuzzy neckline. “Hey, could I have a word with you for a minute?” you said, not moving your hand. He looked up at you, confusion mixed with intrigue in his eyes. “Sure, I guess.”

You led him to the woods surrounding Horseshoe Overlook, making sure the gang was too tipsy or too tired to notice. He had been holding a bottle of cheap whiskey and had not set it down. Good, that might make this a little more fun.

“Look, if this is about my drinkin’, save it! I swear, one of y’all women give me tha-,” but before he could finish, you had your arms around his neck, your lips crashing into his. Now, Uncle may have been old and dumb but he could figure out when a woman had other ideas in mind. He pulled away, keeping his free hand on your hip. “Y/N…”

He trailed off as you stole the bottle from his hand, taking a long gulp of it. When you returned your gaze to his, he was beaming like a child. “Not of’en I meet a girl like you.” You only smirked and held the opening of it to your neck, letting a little whiskey trickle down your collarbone. Uncle looked at you, and you nodded, letting him lick the potent yet sweet substance off you.

“Seems a little got under your dress…” he murmured as he unbuttoned your top, pushing it down to your waist. You began to work the coat off him, laying it down on the ground beside you. Taking his hand, you move slowly to the grass, continuing your affair there.

Uncle is all too eager until he pulls away. “It’s been a damn long time since any woman let me… but Y/N, listen, I got lumbago. I can’t keep up with you. Why don’t you chase after Arthur, or Charles?”

You only smiled and pulled him in for another kiss, his beard scratching your flushed face. “Because, you damn idiot, I want you. Look-,” you grabbed the coat from beside you, proceeding to fold the thick garment into a makeshift pillow. You slid it under his back. “Now, lay down and let that, the whiskey, and my mouth ease your sufferin’.”

He did as he was told, considering it was his favorite activity: drinking and being lazy. You moved yourself down to his legs, undoing his belt and suspenders. You dragged his pants down, biting your lip at the sight of how thick and hard he was. What he lost in length, he made up in width.

You took his cock in your hand and leaned over, dragging your tongue from base to tip. Uncle let out a heavy breath and put his hands behind his head, enjoying the view of you working your magic. It was a struggle to fit him into your mouth, but a pleasant one. The satisfaction as his member hit the back of your throat and he elicited a low moan, closing his eyes and biting into his arm.

As you felt him start to swell and breathe heavy, you pulled away. “Now, why’ve you gone and done that for?” but his question was answered as you climbed up his thick figure and reached beneath your dressings, making sure he had a clear shot at your soaking wet hole. Lowering yourself on to him, he finally couldn’t bite back his noises. “God damn, Y/N!”

You silenced it by leaning over and kissing him, pumping yourself on his shaft. You yourself couldn’t help but release soft gasps as he hit some spot within you. He lazily reached up and undid more of your top, letting your breasts free. Instantly he was silent and harder beneath you. You chuckled as you did the same, undoing his skivvies and biting your lip at his physique. His round stomach was covering in thick, white hair, his nipples large and perky. You ran your fingers through his fur as you gained more rhythm.

A week prior, you wouldn’t have seen yourself going for a man like Uncle. He wasn’t conventionally attractive, that’s for sure. But something about his singing and his demeanor and the week old stew staining his beard… it all made you quiver.

You continued until he bucked beneath you, wincing as he came back down. “I… I…,” he murmured, and you slowed down as he finished within you. You took a second to breath, as did he. Actually, he took more than a second.

When he had sufficiently regained his composure, you rose off him and straightened your dress. Nobody could have told that you had just rode a man harder than you do your horse, but you knew. His thick, warm load was leaking down your thighs and you had to bite yourself from reaching up there and grabbing a taste. Hopefully, you would get to sample his seed soon.

He sat up below you, taking a long swig of whiskey and smiling. “I don’t know what’s got into you, girl but… keep it up for me.” You nodded, giving him a soft kiss on his bald, wrinkly forehead before heading back to camp.

Arthur was standing by where you returned, and he looked up from drawing in his journal to give you a questioning glance. “What yuh doin’ out there?”

You furrowed your brows, feigning confusion. “I was only taking a walk…”

But little did he know you had just let Uncle take a ride on your Ring Dang Do.

#uncle #uncle rdr #uncle rdr2 #rdr2 #rdr #reader #uncle x reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead #red dead redemption #plz help me #smut #fanfic #fic #sorry if this has spelling errors i have not slept in 24 hrs

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Readee

Word Count: 3222

Summary: Love is in the air around camp, but has Cupid's arrow somehow missed you and Charles?

Notes: The fluffiest of fluff, Reader POV / Charles POV

This @rdr-secret-cupid gift is for one of my favourite people - @12timetraveler. My sincere apologies for this Valentine's / birthday present being so late, but hopefully it's well worth the wait 😘

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Cupid's Arrow

Reader's POV

14th Feb 1899

You looked around to see Dutch sitting in his tent, whispering sweet nothings to Miss O'Shea while Sean was trying his hardest to win over Karen, whose icy demeanour was starting to thaw with each passing drink he was plying her with. Hell, even John had had a little too much to drink and summoned the courage to pick a small posy of flowers and present them to Abigail as a small Valentine's gift. 

You liked seeing the camp happy like this, all relaxed in each other's company; the likes of Javier and Tilly sitting next to each other as the former strummed on his guitar and filled the air with a sweet melody, or young Mary-Beth, enjoying the latest romance novel she acquired, only to tear her eyes away from the page to gaze lovingly towards an oblivious Arthur before continuing her story.

And while Micah's grumbling about it "not bein' right, someone like him talkin' to a fiiinnnne woman like her," as he watched young Lenny saying something to make Jenny giggle from across the way, was enough to for everybody to tell him to shut up, it certainly wasn't enough to dampen the mood around the place.

It was even nice to see Miss Grimshaw laugh and smile as she joined the older camp members in their reminiscences about previous Valentine's days with their own past loves, soon followed by raucous singing of filthy songs but as you took your makeshift seat of a crate at the poker table, you couldn’t but help feel Cupid’s arrow had struck everyone and somehow bypassed you. 

You had secretly hoped that Charles would have joined in with the party, but the minute Dutch wound up his gramophone Charles had disappeared into the woods to take his position on guard duty.

While you'd taken many opportunities to try to make conversation and try to get to know him better over the last few months, you still found him to be a man of few words - but you liked that about him. The camp was full enough of loud-mouthed characters like Sean and Uncle that any moment you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with Mr. Smith was bliss.

As the night drew on and more and more alcohol was heartly consumed by all, you felt your eyes growing heavy and couldn’t summon the energy to sing along with the lyrics of “The Louisville Maid”.

   "Well as fun as this is, I'm gonna call it a night," you announced to your campmates, knowing full well that nobody was really listening. You sighed as they were caught up in their merriment and headed towards your tent… only to walk straight into Charles.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, giving you a small smile as he placed those big, strong hands of his upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot.

Your face burned as you felt your face grow redder and with each passing second as you enjoyed his gentle but firm touch, causing you to look away to avoid staring into those beautiful, deep brown eyes of his. You hoped that he thought your flushed appearance was a result of all the alcohol running through your veins and not the thought currently running  through your mind; what it would be like if he suddenly dipped and kissed you with a fervent passion?

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay, thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" Your brow furrowed as you tried to rack your brain. Had you arranged to go on a job and completely forgot? Charles watched you, with a confused look. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment, "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, making you weak at the knees.

He cleared his throat and moved his hand away. "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

You watched him walk to his tent, before heading to your own. Still smiling to yourself, you drew the flaps shut and fell on the cot, relieving that brief moment you just had with Charles over and over as you closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you.

15th Feb 1899

As the sun beamed through the gaps of your tent, you woke up to a very different camp atmosphere compared to the night before. It was eerily quiet; with everybody still in bed, sleeping off the hangovers they'd given themselves at the party.

Deciding to make the most of having a quiet camp all to yourself, you sat yourself up and stretched - your muscles and joints aching in a way that made you laugh. Another year older today and your body was certainly reminding you of that fact with all the aches and pains you suddenly started feeling. 

A part of you doubted anybody else would be able to remember that today was your birthday but you smiled as you saw Mary-Beth hadn't forgotten; she'd wrapped a romance novel with one of her ribbons and left it on your trunk. Next to it was a little handwritten note from her, wishing you a very happy birthday and how "the way the heroine in this story reminds me of how you act around Charles, maybe if you read it you'll end up with your true love too. x"

You playfully rolled your eyes; ever the romantic, Mary-Beth had seen you gazing at Charles one day and decided you were destined to be together.

Pulling on some fresh clothes, you stepped outside and made your way towards the coffee pot, presuming nobody would have thought to wash it out and prepare it ready for the morning. Yet, to your surprise, you lifted it up to find it freshly brewed and still piping hot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking behind you carrying some logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” you laughed, pouring yourself a cup. “You want one?” you asked, offering Charles the filled mug currently in your hand.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up.” 

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done," you giggled knowing from previous experience how badly Susan seemed to suffer from next morning hangovers.

He carefully placed the chopped wood next to the campfire before turning his attention back to you. "Oh I bet," he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were intrigued to know what he was thinking.

   "I saw supplies were running low and was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," rushing his words out before casting his eyes to the ground. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" you teased. 

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company." 

You stood gobsmacked as he turned away from you, quickly making his way over to Taima, pulling something from her saddle.

   "I… I'd like to spend time with you too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." You hung your head in disappointment, mentally kicking yourself that this could be your one chance to be alone with the man you'd admired for all these months - and you've lost it because you never took the time to invest in decent hunting equipment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told you, pulling out an ornate looking bow and handing it to you. "I made it… for your birthday."

   "For me?" Shocked by his act of kindness, you traced your fingers over each of the detail engravings that ran along each of the limbs, tears starting to cloud your vision. "This is beautiful, but are you sure you mean to give this to me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” A sudden flash of fear crossed Charles’ eyes as he realised what he had just said, his body tensing.

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek, his body relaxing as he realised he hadn't made a mistake in telling you.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." You gently thumbed his cheek, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?" You suggested as you signaled for Charles to see what you could see. 

Stood behind him was a small audience of John and Mary-Beth, both of whom were grinning over to you both. 

Charles playfully rolled his eyes and walked  you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, trying to read your expression.

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all."

Charles' POV

14th Feb 1899

   “I’ll take over here if you want,” John grumbled, clutching his face as he approached where Charles was currently taking up guard duty in the wooded area on the outskirts of camp. “I reckon my Valentine's night is as good as over.”

Charles turned to face his campmate, the moonlight showing a fresh red looking handprint across John's cheek. "You blew it with Abigail then?"

   "Yep, I pushed my luck just a little too much," John chuckled lightly, "But I'm sure I'll  survive. Go on, you go enjoy yourself… I saw [y/n] looking all lonesome up there, she could probably do with some company."

John waggled his eyebrows as Charles pretended to scowl; alcohol had given him loose lips one night and he had ended up confiding in Arthur and John about his feelings about the camp lady he'd taken a shine to. But he couldn’t hold the expression for long as a smile crept over his lips he thought about you.

   "I'll probably just get some shut-eye instead, but I have been busy making this for her." He lifted up a beautiful bow that was resting against a nearby trunk. "It's her birthday tomorrow and she mentioned once she'd be interested in learning to hunt properly."

   "You're a big old softie, ain't you Charles Smith?" John chuckled. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate the thought."

   “Don’t you go ruining my reputation, John,” he laughed, making his way to the clearing where all the gang's horses grazed peacefully.

Taima looked up, nickering as she saw her owner nearby.

   “Just a passing visit for now girl, but we can go out on a ride tomorrow,” he whispered to her, stroking her neck as she nuzzled against him. “In the meantime, I want you to keep this safe for me.” Charles lifted his saddle onto the hitching post that Taima was attached to, and carefully placed the bow into the holster on it. She watched her owner with curiosity, her ears pricking up as heard Charles rummaging in his saddlebag to retrieve an apple to reward his trusted Appaloosa for her loyalty. 

The music was still playing as he walked back into camp, only this time it was Pearson’s accordion and Uncle’s banjo that filled the air as Miss Grimshaw sang a bawdy song. It was clear that the party wasn't ending anytime soon, but that wasn't going to stop Charles from trying to get some sleep. Heading towards his tent, he found himself looking around for a quick glance of his heart's desire, only for you to crash straight into him.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, gently placing his hands upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot. He could have swore he felt a jolt of electricity flowing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" A flash of confusion crossed your face and Charles began to doubt himself. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment. "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, before catching himself and moving his hand away.

Not really wanting the moment to be over but knowing he must tear himself away lest he stay admiring you all night, he cleared his throat. 

   "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

Making the short walk back to his own tent,  his heart soared as he thought back over your reaction to him remembering your birthday. Now he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to your present.

Settling on his bed roll, he watched you draw your tent closed before allowing himself finally sleep and dream of you.

Charles found himself waking at the crack of dawn, just as the last few stragglers were stumbling towards their bedrolls . Realising he could effectively have the tranquillity of camp to himself,  he gladly jumped up and set about getting ready for a new day.

Firstly he made his way over to Pearson’s wagon to grab a few coffee beans and started brewing a fresh pot. Noticing the meat supplies were running dangerously low, Charles made a mental note to go out hunting later and wondered if this could be the ideal opportunity to ask the birthday girl to join him.

While he waited for that certain someone to wake up, he had already  stoked the fires back to life and disposed of the empty bottles that were scattered all around camp before finally enjoying a short break with a fresh cup of coffee.

It wasn't until he had made a start on chopping wood he had heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he looked over to see [y/n] making her way over to the coffee pot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking up to her with an armful of logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” she laughed in that sweet way that made Charles’ feel all warm inside as she poured a cup. “You want one?” asking as she offered the mug in her hand towards him.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up," he explained, walking over towards where the chopped wood was to be stored.

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done,"

Charles chuckled as he carefully placed the firewood down before realising this was his chance and turned his attention back to you.

   "Oh I bet," grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

He had noticed in the past that each time you asked a question about something that had piqued your interest, you would often tilt your head in this way and found it utterly adorable.

   "I was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," Charles rushed his words out before looking away bashfully. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" she smirked, and he felt his insides flip-flop. She was so damn beautiful.

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company," he told her, quickly turning to go fetch the bow from Taima’s saddle.

    "I… I'd like to enjoy your company too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." She lowered her head in what seemed to be disappointment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told her, carefully placing the bow in her hands. "I made it….for your birthday."

   "For me?" He watched as she traced her fingers over the engravings he spent so much time on, hoping the tears brimming in her eyes were because she was overjoyed. "This is beautiful… but are you sure it's for me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” He kicked himself inwardly for saying it aloud, 

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek. The feeling of embarrassment replaced by one feeling like he could soar into the sky right now.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." Gently thumbing his cheek, you suggested, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?"

He followed your gaze to see Mary-Beth and John grinning at you both as they stood by their tents. 

Playfully rolling his eyes, Charles guided you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, hoping thewhole entire moment wasn't a set up so camp could make fun of him

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all"

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[my-funky-little-cowboy]

I know this is a little late, but @mesangelique​ I was your back-up secret santa for @rdr-secret-santa​! You wanted a cute Kieran x reader piece, and I really hope I delivered 💚💚

Relationship: Kieran Duffy x f!reader Characters: Tilly Jackson, Kieran Duffy, f!reader Warnings: none Themes: fluff, pining Words: 1,792 [ ko-fi] || [ ao3 ]

“Kieran? You ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of about talkin’ to him. He’s as harmless as they come!” Tilly chuckled and a rush of embarrassment washed over you. 

“I know, he’s just about the sweetest man there is. I just, I just don’t know what we would talk about! We ain’t got nothin’ in common.” You said, defeatedly.

“You know anything about horses? Because, next to Arthur, I ain’t ever met anyone who loves horses that much.” Tilly replied.

“I can’t say I do.”

“Well, there you go! You want to spend more time with him, have him teach you about horses!” She put her hands on her hips. “Do something! You’re driving us ladies wild by moping around because he won’t give you the time’a day. He’s as timid as a field mouse, you think he is gonna try anything with the boys around?”

Tilly was right, Kieran kept mostly to himself, especially around the women, though he was always pleasant enough. The gang had started to warm up to him in the last six months, but he still spent a lot of his time alone with the horses. 

“You’re probably right.” You said, standing up.

“Of course I am.” Tilly smiled smugly. “Now go talk to him, I think he was cleaning one of the saddles last I saw him.” She said nudging you gently with her hip before going to finish her chores.

Right. Tilly’s right, just go talk to him. You’ve talked to him before,  no problem!

You made your way over to where the horses were grazing, nervously watching them. You didn’t know much about horses, that was true, but they also made you kind of anxious. Such a big animal, all that power, they could kill you so easily. Maggie raised her head as you passed, making you take a step to the side. 

“Oh, hey there miss! Need somethin’?” Kieran’s voice was warm as he rounded the wagon, his hands full with some fresh water for the horses.

“Just, uh just wanted to come look at the horses.”  

Kieran poured the water into the tin bath, and turned back toward you, a smile plastered on his face.

“You like horses?”

“Well, I actually don’t know too much about horses. They kind of scare me.” You rubbed your arm nervously.

“Scared of ‘em? How can you be scared of somethin’ so sweet?” He walked past you to Maggie, running his hand along her flank and she lazily raised her head. “Maggie here? Gentle as a kitten, c’mere, I’ll show ya!”

He waved his hand for you to join him and you took a cautious step forward. 

“C’mon now, she won’t bite, will ya Maggie?” He took her face in his hands and gave her a scratch under the chin. 

You inched your way up behind him. A stupid grin spread across your face as you watched him gently kiss Maggie’s nose. He reached back for your hand and you felt your ears get hot as his fingers laced between yours.

He pulled you in front of him, bringing your hands up to brush lightly along Maggie’s neck. Her coat was smooth against your hand and you felt her lean into your touch.

“See? No more than a kitten.”  He said in your ear. “Horses can read your energy. Did you know that? The more relaxed you are, the more relaxed they are.” 

He released your hand, taking a step back and you exhaled, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“How can they tell?” Maggie turned her head to look at them as Kieran backed up, flicking her ears, annoyed that the attention had stopped.

“Don’t really know, might be because of how we have worked with horses for a long time.”  He shrugged.

You watched as he picked up a brush and moved farther into the herd. Kieran gestured for you to follow him and you moved reluctantly into the herd. “C’mon miss, you gotta meet them all!” 

He stopped in the middle of the herd and a few of them moved toward him, vying for his attention. Ennis spotted you and pushed his nose into your arm, pulling gently on your sleeve.

“No, no, uhhh...”

Kieran looked up as the horse really began to tug. “Ennis! No, leave her alone. Shoo! Shoo!” 

Ennis snorted and walked away, flicking his tail in agitation. Kieran apologized profusely, promising he just wanted a treat. He pulled you closer to the middle him near the center of the herd. 

He spent the next half an hour telling you about each of the horses and how they all had their own personalities. Showing you how to brush them, and how each has its own preferred brushing. You were in awe, watching him, he cared so much for them and he was so sweet to them. He turned back, offering you the brush.

“Now you try, miss!” His smile was bright as you took the brush from him, his cheeks tinged with pink as your hands met and he turned quickly, calling Branwen over. “Branwen’s my horse.” He cleared his throat and muttered. “But I’m sure you knew that…”

You brushed out Branwen the way he showed you. He watched you for a few minutes before disappearing to return to his chores. Branwen watched you, her gentle eyes following your movements, she nuzzled you as you neared her face, closing her eyes as you took her face in your hands, gently petting her as Kieran had shown you. Maybe horses weren’t as scary as you thought, in fact, you found that you actually kind of liked them. The horse leaned into you as you finished and Kieran chuckled.

“I think she likes you.” He said, placing a bale of hay down and pulling a knife from his belt, making quick work of the bindings. “Here, give her some hay, then she’ll love you.” He pulled some hay from the bale and held it out for you.

You took the hay, offering it to Branwen who whinnied happily, taking the hay from your hand. A smile pulled at your lips. They definitely weren’t scary, giving her a gentle scratch on face.

“Thanks.” You said as Kieran joined you, his hand full of hay as he led Branwen to graze with the others. “For letting me help you today.” 

“Oh! Ain’t nothin’, really!” He clapped the dust from his hands. “So, ya still scared of ‘em?”  Taking the brush from you.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. “I should, uh, I should get back to my chores. It was real nice talkin’ to ya.” Kieran’s face turned bright red, and he mumbled that he enjoyed it too.

                                                        -- ♞ --

It had been about six months since the boys had brought him back to camp, and it had been nearly another month before they let him off that tree. Some of the women had snuck him a bit of food and water here and there, but even then, most of them steered clear, leaving the job to you.

Despite everything he had been so polite, when he was awake. Dutch had warned everyone not to feed him or give him water, but watching him, day after day, had been too cruel. 

It started with sneaking him a drink of water, late one night, after most of the rest of the camp was asleep. Just a small sip, too scared to get caught. He had whispered his thanks through chapped lips, a small smile cracking them further.

Then again when you saw him around camp, tending to the horses, doing the chores no one else would. Still the group kept him at arm’s reach, only Arthur would talk to him, threaten him. He smiled through it, wished everyone a pleasant day, thankful to be alive.

Slowly the gang began to accept him and you spoke more, in passing. Polite niceties around the fire, greetings over coffee, but still he kept mostly to himself. It was endearing, he could have left, found someplace where people would have accepted him, but he stayed, wanting to belong. 

You remember the night that you realized your feelings for him, the night he said he stayed here, because despite everything, the gang had been nicer to him than Colm ever was. It had been late. Everyone had been drinking, celebrating a successful score, and you were sitting at the fire. Only a couple remained: Kieran, Uncle, Reverend Swanson and yourself. The men might not have heard it, his low and tearful admission, each of them lost in their own demons, but you did. Suddenly overwhelmed by his confession, he apologized and disappeared into the night. 

He wanted to feel loved, wanted to belong, and it had struck you so deeply. 

                                                         -- ♞ --

You settled between the girls at the fire, the sun just ducking below the horizon. Tilly had cornered you shortly after you went back to your chores. 

“So?” She sidled up to you behind Pearson’s wagon, a cat-like smile crawling across her face. “How’d it go?”

“I learned a lot about horses.” You brushed her off, pretending to pay attention to your chores.

“C’mon, you can tell me!” Tilly whined.

“That’s the God’s honest truth, Tilly!” You sighed, returning the dirty dish to the basin. “He taught me a bit more about horses. He was real sweet about it.” 

Tilly huffed and crossed her arms before a sly smile started to creep across her face once more. She waved at you and turned to leave.

“Well, if you don’t want to tell me.” She called over her shoulder as she sauntered off around the wagon. You stared after her, your face twisted in confusion when you heard someone come up behind you.

“Evenin’ miss.” The familiar voice came from behind you, and you silently cursed Tilly before spinning around to greet Kieran. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to see if I could help ya with your chores…” he paused, “...since you helped me, I mean.”

You gasped slightly in surprise, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks.  “Oh, heh, it was nothin’. You don’t need to waste your time helpin’ me.” You turned back to your chores, to hide your face.

“I, uh, I don’t think it’d be a waste.” Kieran stepped forward, offering you a small smile as you looked over at him.

He picked up a rag from the counter and held out his hand. “To be honest, I like spendin’ time with you.”  He looked down as his face turned all shades of red.

A small chuckle escaped you. Tilly had been right. “I like spending time with you, too.”  You held out a bowl to him.

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[honestsycrets]

Hard Sell II: Mother’s Approval

❛ pairing | ivar x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | he’s too shy to say anything.

❛  warnings | verbal argument, crazy family, 4B ivar is my favourite ivar

He sits by that rock looking out at the pier. As he reclines there, watching the waves pull and push onto the pier, Aslaug watches him too. There’s something on his mind, she knows, a mother always knows her son’s needs. She stops by the rock, the back of her hand brushing his prominent cheek bones, and waits.

“Ivar…” 

He grunts, turning up from the waters, and regards her softly. “Mother.” 

“There are no raiders leaving.” She notices. 

“Mm.” He nods, turns his eye back, and she suddenly realizes what it is that he’s looking at. There, in the waters, his best friend pokes at the water with a long pole. She strikes, then fails, and the man beside her roars in laughter, getting a kick of heavy water toward him. 

She mentions your name, “I see now.” Her foxish face pulls together, amused. “And the boy?”

“Cousin,” Ivar answers, settling his chin back on his forearm. “So he said.” 

“She won’t marry her cousin, Ivar.” She settles beside him. The strange thing of his mother, as he always thought, was her infatuation with him above all his sons. The only one who truly and really loved him. Maybe then-- she was something protective of that role. 

“Maybe not,” he grunts.

“Yet still no husband,” her voice pulls, amused. He hates it when she does that. Pointing out something that he knows, and could do something about, but hates all the same. He lowers his head down, barely peering over the leathery gloves. 

“No, no husband.” Ivar agrees. 

“Any reason why?” 

Ivar’s fingers flicker. A growing annoyance-- because despite that chat the other day, nothing had changed. He saw you pick up your skirts, clinging to the form of your legs, and move onto sandy land. He also saw the confidence in which you carried yourself when you knew others were watching. You liked the eyes. His eyes, especially.

Something had to be there. You wink in his direction. It’s for him, he knows that now, and yet…  You turn to place your hand back in the binding that the healer had given you to keep it taut against your chest. You’re an awful person to take care of. Always disobeying orders despite the break. 

“Ivar!” You shout out to him, rushing to his rock, when you stop. It’s as if you’ve noticed something is astray. Or rather, someone. 

“Aslaug,” you bow your head to her. Aslaug’s features soften, grasping Ivar’s arm. There it was, that display of dominance, and Ivar knows that this is the precise reason why you hadn’t done more to chase him. Ragnar didn’t love his mother like Lagertha. Every fool knew that. The way he… he cringes, turns his head away, finds his mother’s eyes. 

“Any luck in the waters?” she asks, minding the fishing stick in your hand. You flip the pole in your hand, lowering the prod down to her as your cousin throws a wet sack over his back. “‘fraid not. Einir over here scared the fish away,” you accuse. 

Did not, Einir scoffs, blowing out a small tuft of air. “She’s just a shit fisherwoman. Does better watchin’ than she do catchin’” he motions, pausing when Ivar’s eyes catch his, hot and hard. Almost as if to ask him to say that again, no really, say that again. “But-” he punches your arm playfully. “We’ve gotta get to the longhouse. Got some fish for dinner myself. Uncle’s waiting, huh?” 

“You should come,” you gesture to Ivar, then pause. Aslaug-- she’d certainly wouldn’t complain if Ivar went, but you keep in mind that Ivar is her lifeforce to Midgard. “You too, Queen Aslaug. Father makes a good roasted fish.” 

“Perhaps.” 

That’s not awkward. You excuse yourself, punching Einir with your one good hand, even if its still holding the fishing pole. Fuck you, he makes out. Aslaug’s eye follows you until you disappear, then her arm snaps free of him, running instead through his hair. 

“Do you want to go?” she asks. 

Ivar, gazing back at her, nods. And they go together. 

Your family works hard. So it only makes sense that they play hard, booze hard, laugh hard. Aslaug is familiar with this sort of company, but at the same time, she isn’t. They drink over one’s lap, husbands and wives drink of one horn, brothers brawl in the longhouse over the stupidest shit-- there’s your brother now, thrusting Einir across the floor and into the bench like beds that lined the walls.

“Do they always fight like that?” she asks.

You inhale, picking at the roasted fish, regretting all your life choices in that instant. “More or less. Einir calls Eyr something, Eyr calls Einir something, right Ivar?” 

“You do the same thing.” 

“I do not! I haven’t called them names.” You cut him off quick, tapping Ivar’s prominent forehead. Somewhere along the line, Ivar’s head had met your lap. Aslaug found this unsavoury. If only because she’d never seen him like this before, but the way he smiled, pure and wide, was something that she couldn’t fight about. “...today.”

“Tch,” Ivar clicks his tongue. “Continue to delude yourself.” 

“Asshole,” you tell him, like its just you and him. But his mother is there, lips churning into a frown, obviously wise to your words. She leans on the edge of the chair.

“So,” she says, setting her own empty plate aside, and balancing the ale in her fingers. “Ivar says you’re uncalled for.” 

“Uncalled for?” 

“Mother.” 

“You’re unmarried,” behind her, the rustling of Einir and Eyr comes to a complete stop. As does the loud, booming festivities of the evening. Instead they cue into her words. “Surely you aren’t going to remain unmarried. Do you have plans?” 

By the gods, Ivar sits up. The safety net of having Ivar there has gone, and in its place, your hands run together with uncertainty. “I hadn’t thought of it. Spend all my time at home or with him.” 

“You should.” She says. “There are plenty eligible men in Kattegat of your class.”

Of your class-- your eyes bulge, and so do Ivar’s.

“What does that mean?” Einir stands upright, though with a stagger, given the welt above his eyebrow swelling out. Blood trickles into his lashes. “Ya don’t think she could marry up?” 

You gesture your cousin to calm himself, but he’s a farmer’s man, with a raging temper. He’s been busy knocking down timber for trade all night. He’s willing and ready to go, and you sense as much off the way he sets one of those fat palms on your shoulder, standing like a wall of offended muscle. 

“Why my girl could marry a goði,” your father chimes in with a slur, and you squeeze your brow, “Father please.” 

There’s no real stopping your father, nor your brother, nor your cousin when they started. “In fact! Just look’it ol’Ivar!” 

He freezes, staring up like a deer caught in the hunter’s grasp, begging with the old man not to say something. Then, knowing he would, his fear turned to abject anger, his broad nose squeezing tight. 

“She’s gottim wrapped around her li’l finger.” He shoves his wife’s shoulder, roaring in a laughter that is almost mocking. “A prince righ’? A prince.” 

Aslaug isn’t fazed. Rather she searches you for a reaction. How would you handle this? Ivar’s face was hot and red, swelling up like the surge before the hurricane at sea. Your hand shoots out, cupping over his. Fingers lace up, drawing his attention from the momentary need to lash out, and replacing it with a soothing calm. 

“I’m sure she could.” 

You release tightly held air.

“I’m so sorry.” 

“Since when have you been sorry?” Ivar asks, settled over his rock with his hood drawn up over his shaggy hair.

“Since, uh, now?” you come to sit beside him on the rock, pulling up your dress. His eyes catch the unprotected skin, cementing it to his memory, and he knows he’s in trouble then. His eyes tear away. “No difference. He was right.” 

“About what?” 

The cool air rushes by, reminding him of his mother’s words: Still no husband? And yet, you could have one, if Frigg willed it. His throat has clammed up on him, dry like a rock. “You have me around your finger.” 

It’s ridiculous. 

“You can’t be serious. He was drunk Ivar. He didn’t mean that--” 

He could. He would. And he is. 

“...I do.” His voice quakes, like he’s too shy to actually say it, that I want you-- that I like you-- maybe love you. He’s not sure of it and yet he’s never been more sure of anything else before. He only knows that it feels right when you gaze at him through the crowd, seek him out like a morsel of food among a plate. 

He’s sure, more than ever, that this is what he needed.

“Well, I… of course.” You say, your head connecting with his shoulder, breathing in the scent, then exhaling. “You’re my best friend.” 

If he died without hearing those words again, he’d be a lucky man. 

“...of course.” 

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[charlessmithhasmyheart]

Lenny x Reader

Title: Easing Your Fears

Genre: Fluff

Type: Lenny x Female Reader

Trigger: None

Gift for: @strwxberrymilk

A/N: Heyo! I am your RDR Valentine for the @rdrsecretcupid2020 ! I hope you enjoy this fic. I had finished it before I realized I forgot the horse ride bit, so I hope you can forgive for that. But otherwise here ya go! 💕

___________

According to Hosea, Cleamons Point was one of the best places for a ragtag group of outlaws. It was safe, secure, and well hidden from any unwanted attention. That’s what you had believed, falling into a false sense of security with nothing more to worry about other than a moonshiner or the occasional drunk from the nearest towns’ saloon. And now, standing here with everyone in the middle of camp, you had never felt more helpless.

You weren’t quite sure how they had tracked the gang. Sure, there had been a couple skirmishes in Valentine and that incident with Arthur and Jack near the river, but even then Dutch hadn’t been worried. He had confidently assured the gang that the Pinkertons were still way off the trail, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth as you stared wide-eyed at the two Agents standing before Dutch.

“You see, Agent Milton. Agent Ross. We,” Dutch declared, standing his ground and gesturing to you and the rest of the gang around him. “have something that you and your people could never understand.”

“And what might that be?”

“Loyalty.” Dutch spat, placing his hands on his weapons belt.

You inhaled sharply as Agent Ross, angered by Dutch’s words, raised and aimed his cattleman revolver straight for his head. Out of instinct, and, as Dutch had called it, loyalty, everyone drew their weapons in response. You tried to get a steady grip on your pistol, but having been caught off guard by it all, you couldn’t keep your hands from shaking. Lenny, having been reading at a table with you before everything started, noticed your uneasiness.

“ [Y/N]. Just breathe, okay?” He whispered to you, his eyes never leaving his target.

You nodded and swallowed hard, before breathing in and out slowly through your nose. Glancing around you, you saw how the other members of the gang stood behind Dutch, their courage unwavering, and you began to calm, Lenny’s words still running through your head. There were only two agents against many outlaws, so you began to rationalize the logic of the situation. For now you would be fine. But for how long, you weren’t entirely sure.

“You had your chance.” Agent Milton affirmed, assertively pointing a finger at Dutch. “Next time you won’t be so lucky. Agent Ross, let’s go.”

The two Agents sauntered out of sight, not a hint of fear showing despite the range of weapons still aimed in their direction.

Once they were out of sight, the camp sprang to action; Miss Grimshaw barking at the girls to begin packing, Pearson directing some to load wagons, and Hosea arguing with Dutch on the next plan of action. All of the chaos seemed miles away as you stood there, weapon clutched loosely in your hands. You had felt fear before, but that had been something out of your control. This was the second time in a matter of months that the Pinkertons had caught up with the Van Der Linde Gang. Dutch had promised safety, but your faith in that and in him was slowly falling away with every dangerous encounter.

Blinking slowly and taking a deep breath, you pushed away the negative thoughts. The energy of the camp was overwhelming. But standing around doing nothing wasn’t going to help anyone. Mustering up what little courage you had, you stepped into the fray and began to assist.

_____________

Later that evening, you found yourself mindlessly wandering around camp. There wasn’t much left. Most of the essentials had been packed away. The only things left up were the sleeping tents and the lit fires to keep everyone warm. Dutch had promised the gang would move as soon as Arthur came back with the news about a new safe place to stay, but you only found yourself wishing Arthur to return.

Despite your best efforts you hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of unease that had overcome you since the encounter with the Pinkerton. And looking at everyone gathered around the campfires singing and enjoying each other, made it worse. How could they be so happy when no matter where they went, trouble always seemed to follow? You didn’t understand.

As you edged closer to the fire, you noticed that Lenny was among the joyful bunch; his laugh at one of Uncles jokes reaching your ears. In a way, it soothed you as his words earlier came to mind. Just breath. But somehow it still didn’t completely quell your thoughts.

You must have stood there in the grass for longer than you had intended, for Lenny looked away from the fire to see you, and unreadable expression crossing his face, before he pushed himself up from his seat and made his way to you.

“[Y/N]? Are you alright? You look kind of strange.” Lenny inquired, his eyes clearly showing his worry.

“Lenny, can I talk to you for a minute?” You stammered, pulling at the fabric of your skirts.

“Of course.” He replied.

You smiled weakly and allowed him to place his hand on the small of your back and lead you to a more secluded area of camp. Once you were out of earshot, he sat down in the grass and gestured for you to do the same, his intent to listen clearly etched in his face.

“What’s the matter?” He spoke calmly.

You looked down at the ground, your fingers entwining with a few long blades. You were afraid this had been a mistake, but Lenny had always been there for you in everything. And if he was here now, he wouldn’t find your fears immature.

“I’m afraid.” You said finally. “I guess I always have been, but this is different. Dutch says we have nothing to worry about and that he’s got a plan, but I don’t know where that’ll lead us. It’s all I can think about. It’s driving me mad.”

You looked to Lenny as he remained silent, and you blanched. You had never really expressed your unease about Dutch to anyone before, everyone’s loyalty usually clouding their judgment.

“I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have-“

“It’s okay to be scared, [Y/N].” Lenny interrupted. “It happens to everyone.”

“How can that be? Everyone is over there about as happy as can be, and all I can do is run myself into the ground in worry.” You countered.

“Fear is different for everyone. They’re all scared. Heck, even I am, but sometimes the best thing to do is continue on like normal. Without it, I think we’d fall apart.” He confessed.

You opened your mouth to respond, but stopped short, considering his words. Lenny had typically been the stronger one between you two. The most logical. But seeing him confessing the fears that were similar to yours was something new.

“I’ve never really thought about it that way.” You said slowly, reaching out to place a hand over his. “I guess you all just seemed so strong. Stronger than me.”

Lenny shifted his hand to lace his fingers with yours.

“You are strong, [Y/N].” He stated. “Much stronger than you think. I’ve seen it. Everyday.”

You started to intersect, but he continued to speak.

“Dutch’s plan isn’t certain. I know that. But for now we’re safe and we’re together. And I think there’s some comfort in that.”

“You know. I think you’re right Lenny.” You said after a while. “Thank you. You’re always making me feel better.”

Lenny chuckled and wrapped his arm around you to pull you to rest against his shoulder. You sighed contentedly and the two of you remained that way, just enjoying each other’s company.

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Better than Mead

Author’s Notes | I decided to follow Hvitserk’s line in this kink because I think Ubbe would be more like “just to help his wife” for real. Hvitserk seems to be more the type to use the “helping my wife” excuse to feast from her breasts and satisfy his kinky needs. Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Wife! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for 5CW1 Words | 1248 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, breastfeeding kink. +18

It finally started.

After three years of constant breastfeeding, your first son Dir was finally stopping to ask for your breasts, exchanging the suckling moments for different meals and even sleeping without the last moment of the day.

You knew it would come and you were happy to see your little man growing up; but it was also painful for you since, without Dir's constant hunger to dry your breasts out, they were starting to be totally full at night, when he finally was suckling them before sleep.

But not this night.

Dir played for so long with his father and uncle Ubbe that he came back from the training camp totally exhausted. A bath and he was already sleeping when Hvitserk placed your son at his bed, covering your sleeping little one.

This way, without Dir to relieve your pain, you were trying a warm bath when Hvitserk came back into your marital room, seeing the painful expression in your face while you were washing your rounded breasts into the warm water.

"What is happening, wife?" he asked.

As always, his eyes were looking more at your breasts than at your face. But it was a habit since you got pregnant: Hvitserk couldn't deny his desire for the curves you earned with your pregnancy. And you could do nothing but thank Freya for blessing your body that way.

But your breasts were really hurting enough for the minimum movement of the water around them when Hvitserk got into the tub cause you to wince, hissing; worrying your husband even more.

"It's nothing serious, love." you answered "Dir didn't suckle on me today and my breasts are full. This is painful," you explained, noticing the way your husband seemed interested, coming near.

"So, you must have them dried for you to feel better, right?" he asked, more curious than the usual, causing you to giggle, already understanding the ideas in his mind. "What? I'm curious!"

"You wanna try, don't you?" you asked, with a joking smile in your face that caused him to feel uncomfortable, almost ashamed.

It wasn't your intention, but your reaction kinda pushed Hvitserk away and he got up, annoyed.

"I saw Ivar suckling on my mother until he was almost six. I was just curious. But let it go, keep taking your bath, I'll go to bed." he said, bothered.

Finishing his bath and leaving you behind.

You knew it wasn't something he would admit so easily: Sigurd until mocked on his brother for the suckling thing and he would never give his sassy brothers a reason to mock on him as well.

But the truth was his help would be a good thing for you and after all, what was the problem of trying something new in the intimacy of your room?

You dried yourself and laid by his side, naked, softly embracing his warm body. Your lips ran the crook of his neck in little kisses causing him to sigh, relaxing from the tension of the moment before you spoke in his ear with a smooth voice.

"Do you think you can help me, husband?"

Hvitserk slowly turned himself to you, insecure.

But your smile caused him to relax a little more, trusting you weren't joking with his fantasies.

"Would you be a good husband and help your sweet wife, Hvitserk?" you asked, inviting him into your arms and observing with desire when he licked his lips, excited.

"I think I can do it for you," he said, coming near "Just for help..." he justified, causing you to smile when he lowered his body at the bed, sliding down enough for his head to be in the right height.

His hands touched one of your breasts, causing you to whine as he tried to find the right position. But your whines soon became moans of pleasure and relief. Hvitserk's warm lips wrapped around your nipple and started suckling your milk, relieving your pain and provoking a delicious sensation that practically melted you in between your legs.

Your moans encouraged him and he gave up on his shame, embracing your waist with one hand, sliding the other to touch your pussy, leaving to you the task to hold your swollen breast for his mouth to feast hungrily.

His fingers started rubbing the bud between your folds, while his lips were provoking snapping sounds against your breasts.

You never felt so horny. The sensation of breastfeeding your hungry husband was inexplicable and you came easily, wetting his hand and throbbing around his fingers, causing him to unstick his lips from your breast to moan, in pleasure.

"Fuck... You're so hot, (Y/N)! So fucking wet! I never felt you so wet for me before. And your milk is so sweet..." he praised, licking his lips and sucking your juices from his fingers before sitting with his back against the headboard of your bed, pulling you to straddle his lap.

Your breasts in front of his face as he slowly sunk his hard cock into your wet entrance. Your walls still throbbing from the recent orgasm while he pulled your hips down, rolling his hardness into you deliciously.

"Give me more of your milk, my sweet (Y/N)," he asked, rocking his hips up into yours as he nuzzled his face eagerly in your bouncing breasts. "Feed me, I'm hungry of you, sweet wife," he praised, opening his mouth for you to softly land your other nipple in his anxious tongue.

Once again, his hungry lips wrapped around your hardened nipple, suckling rhythmically. Moans of pleasure and satisfaction in the back of his throat to each sip of your milk that filled his mouth while your wet pussy was tightly embracing his horny shaft.

Soon you felt your husband's hands gripping your hips tighter and his hips rocking harder against yours, slapping his pelvis against you. The tip of his hardened cock hitting your cervix multiple times, sliding through all your sweet spots in the way to the bottom of you, causing your moans to fill the room when you came around his hardness one more time before he filled your body with his seed. Your milk escaping through the corner of his lips he didn't take out of your breast not even to moan the pleasure of coming inside of your tight channel.

Even after both of you came, Hvitserk kept suckling your breasts one after another, alternating with his mouth from a nipple to the other, until you were totally relieved and there wasn't any more milk for him to suckle.

When it happened, he kept licking your nipples, passionately cleaning the traces of milk from your dried breasts, caressing your body with kisses before coming up to kiss your mouth.

"From this day on" he started, caressing your relaxed body over your bed, speaking with a satisfied tone "Whenever Dir doesn't want to suckle, I want you to come to me. And when Dir stop suckling, I will fill you with another child, so your breasts will always be full of this delicious milk for me to enjoy".

You giggled with your eyes closed, still feeling Hvitserk's mouth kissing your breasts when you prepared to sleep. Thinking about his idea to never let your milk dry.

"You're better than mead, wife" he praised, laying his head on your breasts to sleep, satisfied.

With a big boy like him suckling hungrily the way he was, for sure you would have milk for a long time.

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What’s on your Black Friday hitlist?

Cheap Bastard Day

I have no problem admitting this: I am a cheap bastard. A very cheap bastard indeed, as it were. For about 90% of the things I buy, I’d rather wait until there’s a decent sale or discount and go without them than pay full price and have it now. This goes for literally everything — food, clothes, toiletries, games. You name it, and I’m waiting to buy it until it’s much cheaper than it is right now.

Which is why Black Friday kicks so much ass. Retailers are desperate to pull money out of my wallet and into their cold clutches, and will stop at nothing to lure me into their web of consumerism. For the most part, I withhold my affection to the Retail Gods like a distant stepmother; but come Black Friday, I wiggle these fingers and grab indiscriminately like Uncle Terry after four too many glasses of wine over Thanksgiving dinner.

There are always a few items I specifically hold out on until they hit those sweet, sweet Black Friday prices. I think pretty much everyone holds out for TVs and other electronics, and Amazon usually has some good deals on their brands of various consumer goods. Hell, my mom used to wait to buy candles until Black Friday. Uh, I guess there are good BF deals on candles? Who knew?

But for me, gaming is where this capitalist spending orgy of a “holiday” really shines. Consoles get huge discounts and special bundles, and games hit those magical sweet spot prices that I kept saying I’d bite on back when those suckers were sitting at full MSRP. You just know you’re going to get some hot deals on those games that have been sitting on the shelves since February, anxiously waiting for those perfect price points to finally find their home.

So our question to you is: What specific games or gaming items have you been holding out on until Black Friday?

We asked our C-Blogs readers what was on their Black Friday hitlist, and here’s what they had to say.

Retrofraction knows all about paying too much for something too early:

There is DBZ Fighters for $25 at Walmart…I paid $60.

Boxman214 is in the holiday spirHEY WAIT:

I’m saving all my money to buy your mom some lingerie.

Confused as he may be to the locations of the deals, at least Shoggoth2588 knows what he wants:

Kirby: Star Allies! It’s going to be….I think between $30 – $35 and I think it’s Wal*Mart with the cheaper price. I’m probably going to grab Monster Hunter World too which is $20 at…I think Best Buy.

ThisIsAName and I have many similar problems:

Looking at my bank account…not a whole lot. Instant gratification is a hell of a drug. Though I should probably invest in a new non-gaming laptop. My 2008 alienware I stole from my partner is finally giving up the ghost.

I’m glad I don’t have kids to entertain. Pour one out for Vesalius:

I don’t know yet. Birthday is coming up and I normally don’t get myself much of anything. Kinda feeling impulsive this year.

Kids really want a Switch, but I’m probably gonna hold out. I want to get the XCOM 2 season pass and finish off my Total War: Warhammer DLC. I need to find a game on steam with local coop the kids can play and won’t lose interest of after five minutes. They’re really into Genesis and Atari ports.

What’s this restraint you speak of, Voodoome?

I’m waiting till Black Friday to grab my wife a new headset. As far as myself is concerned I don’t usually buy for myself around this time of the year. My wife has plans for Christmas I’m sure and I don’t want to ruin them.

I just finished Spider-Man and DQXI though and I’m really resisting the temptation to buy RDR. I’m playing Assassin’s Creed Unity instead, and just waiting to see what Christmas brings.

Good luck, FakePlasticTree…

Dragon Quest, assuming it goes on sale.

That’s our Adzuken, always looking for new games to play:

Oh, you know. Whatever becomes affordable. Wouldn’t mind picking up WWE 2K19, EDF 4.1 for the hubby and I, Mutant Football League, and any number of odds and ends. I don’t discriminate, I just want something new to play.

I’ll probably also obsessively look at Calico Critter prices, trying desperately not to buy any. Will I cave? Probably.

Occams goes for the essentials:

A Playstation Pro.

Toilet Paper.

House4Lyfe sounds like a man with a plan:

God of War ($29.99) and Uncharted: The Lost Legacy ($9.99). I’m a patient gamer and with a huge backlog I have no rush to buy anything at full price.

Oh, M Randy, you had me at “also cocks:”

Xbox One X Shadow of War Spider-Man Maaayyybe God of War Oh and your love

Hey sp testure, you should change your name to sp posture:

Well I already ordered a new gaming chair. They were having one of those pre Black Friday deals on Amazon. So I took the plunge…

So, what about you? What’s on your Black Friday hitlist?

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