Hey! This is my very first tumblr blog, where Iâll be posting Red Dead Redemption 2 Oneshots and Headcanons.
Since this blog is anonymous, you can call me by any pronouns or simply by my account name Gotthe!
I am NOT a native english speaker. I write in english mainly for practice and so that people from all around the world can enjoy my silly little stories as well as I do :D. However, I am open for people correcting me if I get something wrong or misspell something, thanks for the help!
About this blog
I myself am bisexual and therefore will write about x male and x female.
The readers are mostly male or gender neutral, but if you want to and iâm comfortable with, I can write some stories for female readers too. Iâll try my best and always mark the works for which kind of reader they are meant to be.
Iâll write and post what I want to, but you can always ask or request prompts/scenarios and if i like them and have the time/motivation to, Iâll write them. If you want to send a request:
If I donât react to some comments or requests itâs not because iâm rude, but because Iâm akward sometimes :,D
About my works
I write both fluff and smut, some topics might be darker though. Because of that, Iâll always try and tag the stories accordingly.
Most of my posts/works will be Oneshots, Scenarios and Headcanons, some of which might get a part 2. Maybe one day Iâll write an actual fanfiction but since Iâm already writing a book, itâs unlikely that that will happen.
I do not support racism, homophobia and pedophilia and if I write about those topics itâll be because theyâre accurate for a character or a certain time period. They are obviously not my actual opinions!
Iâd like reading your opinions on my works (if theyâre negative/criticism on the story itself, please try and not be rude), so feel free to leave a comment!
Also keep in mind that especially the first posts are some stories I wrote a while back, so the writing or the englisch might not be the best.
Have fun now :D
[Also, I got my inspiration for the formating of my works from @the99thfanboy ]
hello! i'm new to your account but your works are quite interesting and nicely written. i was thinking about making a request (or, well, just yapping about a crackfic idea) but do you write stories with main pairings that don't include a reader? like, Micah/Arthur, Kieran/Bill etc
I haven't posted any Oneshots without a reader so far, but I do have a few wips with normal ships in my notes. If you want to send a request with a normal ship or just talk about one in general, just go for it and as always, if I like it I'll write it :)
have you play rdr1? Also what is your least favorite gang in rdr2? I really hate the murfree brood bc I always get their encounters the most
I'm actually playing rdr1 right now! And so far (even though I miss the gang) I really like it! I'm not too far into the game yet but I really like John in the game. I really hated him in my first playthrough of rdr2 and only after I played that game's epilogue and replayed it, I started to like John. I didn't like how immature he was at the beginning of rdr2 but now I'm starting to see why so many people love him! He's a total sweetheart if you play high honor haha.
For the second question, even though I said I liked the Lemoyne Raiders in another post, I got their encounters so often during my first time playing chapter 3, that they started to annoy me very much. It is better now that I'm replaying the game again though.
I have mixed feelings about the murfree brood. On one hand I feel you so much, they really are annoying, especially in chapter six. It felt like you literally couldn't ride in or out of camp without being attacked by them. On the other side, I like how creative their encounters are, like one of them where they are luring you into a trap in the ground. Really liked that, but otherwise, they're pain in the ass. I prefer the Skinner Brothers so much more than the Murfree Brood when it comes to the 'brutal gangs' in the game.
whatâs your favorite gang outside of the OâDriscolls or Van Der Linde gang? Mine personally is the Del lobos :3
Interesting question, I think I' going with the Del lobos as well because 1) I really like the encounters you have with them, like in Armadillo where they casually have a shooting with the sheriff there, and 2) they give me such big spaghetti-western vibes. Idk their encounters in the world (and missions in the epilogue with sadie) really remind me of the movie "a fistful of dollars", which I really liked for a long time.
I also like the Lemoyne Raiders, simply because I love history and it's interesting hearing them talk about the civil war in their camps and other encounters, but I feel like you meet them sooo often during chapter 3 that I kinda started hating them in my first playthrough.
And the O'Driscolls are ofc my favourites of them all simply because of their connections to the vdl gang, like the many missions you have with them, Kieran, how they recognize Arthur during a robbery. I think that's really neat. And of course because I simp for Colm because that man has an irresistable sass to him, especially towards Dutch whom I don't like-
So yeah, that sums up my favourite gangs (outside of the vdl gang ofc) in the game. Feel free to comment your favourite gangs as well, I'd be interested to read your opinions :>
just so you know,, its tough not though! they mean different things
sorry if i come off as mean it just took me a while to understand what you meant when i read some of your work.. so sorry again
Hey, so if I understand correctly, you're referring to the few times I write 'though' in my stories whenever I mean 'however' or something like that. In that case, I should be using the right 'though', at least if we're on the same page. If you mean something else or if I misunderstood something here feel free to send another ask, but like I said, I think I'm using the right word :)
But I'm also not a native english speaker so maybe I'm wrong. And don't apologise for trying to help my grammar!
This is just a quick information but I wanted to let you all know that life got pretty busy in the past weeks and I am not really able to write anything right now (as you might've noticed by my lack of postings recently :,). I'm not happy with it since I love writing and writing fanfiction so much, but I'd rather take some more time just to not loose my passion for this fandom. You can of course still send requests, just be aware that I won't answer them for propably another month or even longer. I can't say when, but I will post here again. I've got a few not fanfiction-related asks in my inbox recently and I will answer them the following days so there's that :>. Anyways, that's the post, I hope you guys stick around until i'm a bit better and can write again!
Hey guys! I know I haven't been posting for a while and I just wanted to quickly say, that life is a bit busy right now and because of that I don't have much free time to write. But the good news is, in about three weeks are all my deadlines over and my projects finished, so I can write again (yay!). Until then I propably won't post anything here on tumblr or on my AO3, but don't worry, I'll be back as soon as I have the time again. All of your requests sound soo good and I can't wait to write them :D
[I sadly donât know enough about Karen, Tilly and Mary-Beth, so I only did hc for them taking care of a sick reader. Also the irony of me writing those while being sick myself (again)]
[divider by @bhavihelps Image by @smearp]
Abigail Roberts
She's sick:
She's mad about getting sick but she knows that she has to lay down and rest in order to get better.
It breaks her heart to be away from Jack but she doesn't want to risk him getting sick as well. Taking care of him and watching over him for her is very appreciated.
Abigail will deny that she wants you to be with her because she doesn't want to keep you from working, but whenever you do sit by her, her eyes light up and she'll be a bit more lively.
She loooves it when you pay attention to what she's saying. Like if she's complaining about the medicine being too bitter and you bring her some chocolate to eat with it. She'll complain, but she does so lovingly.
"You know I'm sick not hungry, right?", she laughs, accepting your treats anyways.
Poor Jack is very worried about his mama. He invites you to make some necklaces for her to cheer her up.
You're sick:
She's worried about you, but Abigail most likely will hide it behind a lot of scolding you. Especially if you're usually more reckless.
"No wonder you're sick again! This is exactly what I've been tellin' ya would happen if ya keep ridin' out and never resting!"
When Abigail says you have to rest, you are gonna rest. That woman will strap you down on your cot if she has to.
There are definetly some moments where she will be softer with you of course. Where she'll just brush through your hair and watch you sleep, telling you about all the trouble Jack has been causing over the day.
If you fall asleep on her, she'll happily have you rest your head in her lap while she talks with Sadie about whatever. You'll wake up to them chasing away one of the troublemakers for being too loud, propably John or Bill.
Sadie Adler
You're sick:
Sadie used to live in the mountains with her husband, she's a though woman. She isn't going to be overly worried once you let out a single cough. It could be anything really, no need to stress about it unnecessarily. Once you're coughing more often though, she'll pay attention to it.
Sadie will notice it if you get more easily exhausted. Sheâs going to ask you to rest a little, but if you refuse, she will instead help you with your chores. At the end of the day, she ends up doing all of the hard chores for you.
Anyone calling you lazy for letting Sadie help you? Sheâs going to be by your side within a second and defend you. (Micah got a few death threats from her, Arthur joined in as well).
âHow 'bout you mind your own business? Theyâre not well, so fuck off.â
I imagne Sadie is normally pretty sarcastic with her lover, but once youâre unwell, sheâll stop the constant teasing.
Should you refuse to lay down however, Sadie will try to trick you into resting.
"Honey, I think Dutch wanted ya to go on a homestead robbery or somethin' tonight... ya should lay down a bit so you're ready then."...
"What? Oh, the robbery... yeah, think I got it wrong, Dutch didn't want you to go with 'em. Well, now it's night anyways, you wanna come sleep with me?"
Same goes by the way for how she gets you to do less demanding chores.
"Can ya help me with the horses? Oh no, don't worry 'bout the bags, I'll bring them to Pearson."
"I thought you hated him?", you ask a bit confused.
"Well- yeah, I do... but, you're just so much better with the horses, I'm sure they will let ya feed 'em!"
One thing she is forcing you though, is to take your medicine. And if she has to hold you down and spoonfeed you, she will do that.
She's sick:
Like I said, she's though. It takes a whole lot to get her down. She hates to just lay and sit around. Similar to Arthur, resting just isn't really in her nature.
It doesn't help if you offer to do her chores for her either. It's not about the chores, it's about her being bored.
The only way you can get her to really rest is when you get down with her. She wants to have you near, your presence calming her like nothing else does.
Normally Sadie likes to do her chores herself, but when you insist on doing her chores for her, sheâll appreciate and allow it.
She's turning a bit more grumpy from being sick and having nothing to do all day. She knows you only want what's good for her but she still can't keep from being a little bit snappy to you from time to time.
Karen Jones:
Karen will equally make fun and be worried about you. She'll taunt you while sitting next to you, preparing some wet cloth to lay on your forehead to cool you down a bit.
"You're really a big fool, ain't ya?"
If you're not already sleeping with the girls, she'll move you over to them so that you don't feel left out while you're down. Be prepared to be included in the best gossip imaginable.
She'll offer you to drink a few beers with her to cheer you up. Regardless of whether or not you accept, she'll end up drunk and sings some songs to you. Her singing is a bit off, but it's nice anyways.
Karen also definetly is someone who likes to sit with you and softly goes through your hair or gently holds your face. As soon as someone is trying to make fun of her because of it, she'll tell them off and propably wake you up in the process. In fact, she bans Sean from being near the girlâs wagon where youâre resting.
Tilly Jackson:
100% tries to cheer you up with some chokes. Sheâll tell you embarrassing stories from Arthur and John just to see you laugh. Tilly is happy as long as youâre still able to smile.
She will be a bit hesitant, but if you donât get better after some sleep, she eventually asks Ms. Grimshaw and Pearson for some help. No one can say no to her so soon, youâll even have Arthur show up with some herbs Tilly asked him to bring.
Tilly even begs Karen to let her borrow Old Belle so that she can get you your facourite treat from town. Grimshaw scolds her for it, but she doesnât care.
If youâre complaining to her about getting bored, she stands up and immediatly brings a game of dominoes to your bedroll. Since youâre sick, sheâs letting you win every third round or so.
Tilly also insists that you need fresh air and sunlight to get well again, so she will help you to a sunny spot by a tree or at the camp fire at least once a day.
Mary-Beth Gaskill:
Sheâs a very attentive girl and immediatly notices when someoneâs behaving odd. So when you start sweating more heavily even when youâre doing light chores, she carefully asks you about it.
âHey⌠are you doing alright? Come here, maybe sit down for a while.â
Before you know it, youâre sitting on a small crate and are forced by her to drink at least two cups of water. Once she notices youâre not just exhausted but really sick, she secretly informs Hosea and asks him for some help.
When she was in town, Mary-Beth stole a rabbitâs foot from a stranger. She brings it to you, explaining that itâs a lucky charm for you to get well soon again.
Mary-Beth also asks Kieran to watch over you when she has to do her chores. You and him actually get good friends over him entertaining you with all kinds of facts about horses.
The reward [OâDriscoll dog part 2]: Colm OâDriscoll x male!Reader
Reader: male, Is an OâDriscoll, younger than Colm, gets called âboyâ, âdogâ, âsugarâ, âpupâ
Warnings: Power dynamics, age gap, power play, inexperienced reader, reader gets their virginity taken, begging, first kiss, dom Colm, sub reader, (unrealistic) drinking
Summary: A few days after your first visit in Colmâs cabin, he invites you in his cabin again to grand you your promised reward. Colm isnât going to make it easy for you though. [smut!]
[Part1]
[Your honor, I was sick and horny. Very horny.]
[Image by @mouthgut]
You were wondering whether or not Colm had been serious when he said heâd give you a reward a few days earlier.
For the time being, you tried to get what happened out of your mind and move on, passing time by robbing some folk and riding to Valentine for a few jobs. You almost forgot about Colmâs offer. Until now.
Itâs quiet around camp. No wonder, itâs already late at night and only one person is left at the campfire. Youâve been staring at the flames eating away at the wood for god knows how long. Something about watching the fire go makes you calm after a long day in Valentine.
Your mind goes back to your bossâs cabin again. It often does these nights. Day after day you are bringing in more money than the last, hoping Colm would notice. When someone brings in more than you, you ride out again and look for some lost fool to rob, no matter the time.
Everyday you see Colm looking at you and everyday you have no clue if heâs annoyed or amused by your attempts to gain his attention again. Usually, he keeps ignoring you for the most part like before, but you have noticed the shift in his eyes. They arenât as distant as they once were anymore.
Some wood gives out under the fire, shrinking the size of it by a couple of inches. Sighing, you lean forward, wanting to grab another log from the pile, when a hand comes down on your shoulder.
âThat wonât be necessary.â You spin around at the sound of Colmâs voice, looking up at the man standing over you. He wears a subtle smile thatâs highlighted in the orange shine of the flames. A mix of excitement and hesitation comes over you, just like a few nights before.
âBoss.â, you quickly greet him, earning you a chuckle from him.
âYaâve been busy lately, ainât ya?â, he jumps right to the point, making you feel a little hot all of a sudden. You eyes scan his face that remains unmoving safe for the smile and now your face feels hot as well. Maybe it was a bit desperate to try and top everyone constantly. Maybe it was too obvious.
ââŚnot much, sir.â, you shrug, looking back into the flames. You could hear another chuckle above you and suddenly, Colmâs hand shifts from your shoulder to your neck, grapping it firm, but not too strong to do any harm. He holds you in place while he bends down to you, lowering his voice, even though nobodyâs around.
âOh, such a humble boy. I know youâve been waitinâ fer your treat.â Colmâs voice is low, almost gentle against your ear. It makes the hair in your neck stand up and with his hand there holding you, it feels like you canât move anymore. Taking a breath, you try to look at him from the corners of your eyes. As soon as his eyes meet yours, you look away again, making Colm laugh again.
He loves how shy yet desperate you are. As if he hadnât noticed how you were always the first to jump up whenever something needed to be done, how you always make sure to give the money to him personally, acting like you just had some luck when he knows damn well you havenât been doing anything else than to go around and make that money for him all day. Colm knows what youâre trying to do.
When you still donât respond to him, he gets closer, touching the shell of your ear with his chapped lips. âYouâve been a good dog fer me, boy. And I know just what ya need now.â Leaning back again, he lightly pulls on your neck, enough to make you instantly stand up for him.
âCome on now, Iâm in a good mood.â, he says, taking his hand from your neck and instead hooking his thumb under your gunbelt. Before you can even comprehend what heâs doing, heâs already pulling you along with him towards his cabin.
The cabin looks pretty much the same like the last time you visited it. Only difference is that now, there is a small fire burning in the fire place across the room and the table isnât cluttered with old playing cards or half-empty glasses. This time, the table is empty, safe for a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. A bit dissapointed, you watch as Colm walks towards the table, making an inviting hand gesture towards two chairs standing right next to it.
A bit nervous, you sit down on one of the chairs while Colm takes the whiskey and starts to fill both glasses. From the corner of his eyes, he can see you staring at him and he begins to smile when he notices your gaze wandering over to his bed standing in the corner of the room.
Youâre pretty young. Younger than most boys he had the pleasure of sharing his bed with so far. But unlike them, you arenât a prostitute knowing exactly what you have to do so he gets his fun. No, youâre all sweet and innocent, an inexperienced little toy for him to play with. The thought makes the man grin.
Of course he has noticed the bunch of money you were bringing in recently. You were loyal, efficient and you were so eager to please him. Every time you come up to him, nervously asking him for more work, he has to restraint himself from just taking you to his cabin and wreck your body for the next hour and a half. You donât mess shit up like the other boys, whom he has to punish so hard and frequently. Youâre the only one who actually deserves a reward.
Youâre such a good boy for him.
âHere,â, he offers you a glass as he sits down, âmakes it easier fer ya.â Something in you wants to ask him what exactly will be easier, but you hold yourself back. Actually, because your heart hammers against your chest in a way that almost makes you shake, you gratefully accept the glass and drown the liquor faster than you propably should. Normally youâre good with alcohol, but this whiskey burns like hell. This must be one fo Colmâs good bottles.
The second you set your glass down on the table again, Colm fills it up again with a smile, before he leans back in his chair. âSo, tell me now boy. Youâre really still a virgin?â
You have to force yourself to look your boss in the eyes. ââŚYes, sir.â
Despite being a bit emberrassed, you kind of feel a twisted sense of joy at seeing Colm not being able to hold back a sly smile. âWell, thatâs interestinâ. Yeâre a real pretty boy after all.â, Colm says it like itâs nothing while he watches as your face starts to get a bit red, âWell, what kind of reward you want then, mh?â
Still flustered, you look up at him in confusion. ââŚwhat do you mean, boss- sir?â
âYa heard me, sweet thing.â Colmâs whole face dropped safe for his smile. It tells you nothing about what he wants or expects from you. A bad feeling sets in your stomach.
Startled, you stutter, âWell- I⌠I thought youâd- uhâŚâ Shit, you didnât misread this, right? What if you did and this was just a test of sorts? Were you even allowed to ask him for that?
âIâd what? Tell me.â, Colm demands. He shifts his leg and now itâs suddenly touching yours, sending an electric shock through your body. You almost flinch away from the touch, only being able to hold yourself back last minute. Why were you so sensetive to such a small touch?
Your gaze stuck to Colmâs leg, when suddenly a hand came into your vision as well. Colm grapped your thigh, slightly digging in his fingernails into your soft flesh, urging you to look back up at him. âHere, boy. Ya gotta tell me what ya want. Use yer words.â
The look in your bossâs eyes made you hold yourself breath. It was dark. Darker than usual and full with something you could only describe as some form of primal hunger. Like a cougar heâs staring at you. He made you feel too hot in your skin.
Then your gaze falls on your glass on the table next to you. Youâre not sure how many times Colm refilled it tonight, but you also noticed the bottle of whiskey being almost empty. And you donât think he had more than⌠two glasses maybe?
Your thoughts get disrupted when Colm, impatient with you taking so long, starts to trail his hand upwards. Closer and closer to your crotch. Where you had trouble looking your boss into his eyes before, now his gaze feels like itâs inescapable. He has you trapped.
âSugar⌠Youâre bodyâs doinâ half the work fer ya. But I will have ta hear it from ya.â
He leaned in so close that his little finger now touched the bulge in your pants. Your breathing gets unsteady and you can feel beads of sweat running down your back. Thereâs no release until you say it. Biting your lower lip, you bow down your head.
âCan you⌠fuck meâŚ?â, you mumble quietly, not believing that you just asked Colm OâDriscoll to fuck you. Said man suddenly takes his hand away from your crotch, which gives you the opportunity to breath again. But when you look up, his face doesnât seem too pleased.
He stands up from his chair and graps the armrests to the left and right of you, effectively trapping you in your chair and forcing you to look at him. âNo.â
âWhat-â
Before you can finish the sentence, Colm grabs the bandana tied loosely around your neck. He holds it so tight, it makes you unable to breathe for a second.
âYou know what that means, boy?â, he asks, low like a growl. The bandana is a normal green one. Many boys in the gang wear it around their necks or attached to their wests to signal that theyâre part of the OâDriscolls.
ââŚthat Iâm an OâDriscoll?â, you try, still not being able to breathe well. Colm lets out a chuckle, showing you his teeth while he gets just a little closer to your face.
âYes. It shows eeeveryone around that youâre my boy. I own ya, sugar. Youâre my loyal little mutt, doing whatever I tell it ta do. Who owns ya boy?â
Your heart races. âYou, boss.â
âWho am I?â
âMy⌠owner?â
âAnd how do ya adress yer owner, dog?â Thatâs when you get it.
ââŚSir?â, you say a little hesitant. Colm grins nonetheless.
âGood. Youâre jusâ a sweet puppy, canât think fer yourself.â When you donât react, he pulls on your bandana.
â-Yes! Right, sirâŚâ
âRight, so Iâm gonna tell ya something. When I say youâre gonna ask me fer a reward, youâre gonna do it good and proper anâ beg me for it, got it? So Iâm asking again. What do ya want, boy?â He releases the grip on your bandana and instead, his hand wanders up towards your mouth. Casual as can be, he puts his hand on your cheek and traces your lips with his thumb while you speak.
âSirâŚplease fuck meâŚâ He looks down on you, still not looking convinced. You have to swallow several times, but whether itâs the alcohol or your excitement, your voice just gets more and more desperate.
âPlease, sir, I need youâŚâ, you try and now his eyes light up a bit. You can tell he likes it.
âHavenât been able to think of anything else than you, boss. Please...â
This was the one. Finally, the smile appears back on his lips. âOh, my good boy. How could I say no to those eyes?â
His hand goes around to your neck, pulling on it and silently demanding for you to stand up. Once on your feet, youâre stumbeling a bit, needing Colm to come around and hold your waist, so that you donât fall over. You begin to suspect the whiskey wasnât just some normal whiskey, but definetly a stronger one. Next to your ear, you can hear Colm chuckling.
âCareful there. Here, letâs get you to the bed first.â, he coos in your ear. His hands on your waist makes quick work of your gunbelt and while he guides you to sit down on his bed with one hand, the other tosses your belt far out of reach, leaving you completely at his mercy. Just how Colm likes it.
But he isnât going to be mean with you. No, he wants to have his loyal dog panting beneath him and begging him for more. You are going to enjoy this. Colmâs gonna make sure of that.
âYa need ta get undressed, sugar.â, he explains as he already starts on the buttons of your shirt. A bit awkward, you try to help him, but his hands are quick to grab yours and put them back to your sides. You can feel his breath on your skin as he gets close and chuckles again. âNo.â, he says sternly, âHold still fer me boy.â
You want to nod again, but get distracted by ice cold finger tracing over your body, undoing the buttons of your shirt in a speed that makes you think Colm isnât nearly as drunk as you are. Your shirt comes off fast, revealing your chest to your boss. Somehow, despite having less clothing on now, you feel hotter than before. Maybe itâs the alcohol, maybe itâs the fire in the corner of the room.
Maybe itâs Colm and the way his eyes start to glow the second he sees your bare chest.
His gloved hand starts to gently trace over your chest, making your breath hitch, when suddenly, he stops at one of your nipples. Maybe heâs going to be a little bit mean. You scream, when his fingers pinch your nipple, twisting and pulling on it painfully.
âBoss!â, you gasp, just as he letâs go.
Before you can ask him why heâd do that, he starts flipping your nipple with his thumb, making you gasp from pleasure this time. Your nipples werenât normally this sensetive, were they? Colm seems to be enjoying the show anyways. His other hand comes up and starts doing the same thing with your other nipple and youâre sure by now, if you werenât hard before, you would be now.
Itâs frustrating. On one hand getting your nipples played with like this feels so good but on the other hand, itâs just not enough. Every time the pleasure starts to rise, it gets replaced by pain again, making you whimpering pathetically for Colm to finally make you cum. He stops at the sound and looks you in the eyes.
He lets out another chuckle. âAlright boy. Iâll stop playinâ.â
Then, without a warning, he pushes you hard, making you fall flat against the mattress. The alcohol makes you a bit slow, so by the time you prob yourself up on your elbows, you can see that Colm got up from the bed to take off his hat and gloves. Once he has taken off his vest as well, he looks back at you, noticing the desperate look that you are giving him. He lets out a rough laugh as he steps closer again. One hand finds your head, resting on it while Colm looks down on you.
âDonât ya worry, Iâm about ta make ya feel real god, boy. Just stay there and let me show ya what ya been missing.â
Colm getâs back on the bed, resting his hands on either sides of your body. This time though, his eyes arenât meeting yours. Theyâre fully concentrated on your lower body. You feel ticklish as his hands begin to wander down your sides and over your waist, until they reach your pants.
Getting a feeling of where this is going to, you feel your throat tighten a little. Youâre scared of what Colm will say, but at the same time, you need him desperatly. So without needing to be told, you raise your hips obediently, silently begging Colm to get this torture over with.
âOh, good boy.â, he coos amused and the next thing you know, youâre stripped bare under him.
âMy, my, what a pretty boy ya are.â, Colm chuckles as his hand trails down your inner thigh towards your crotch, âSo nice. And thatâs all fer me.â
You can feel your face starting to burn a little under his continous praising. Especially when his attention now falls on your already hard dick. Chuckling, he wraps his hand around it, giving you one, two fast strokes. Without you having any contol over it, your hip comes up, searching for some more friction, when cold hands hold them down again.
âAh, ah, ah. Not so fast, boy.â, he chuckles, âDonât want ya ta finish too quick.â
âPlease, you said, youâd fuck me!â, you groan. If this goes on for even one more minute, you might get insane.
With an amused expression, Colm takes his hands completely away from you, making you groan and whimper at the same time. âYa want me ta fuck ya? Come on then, show me what ya got. Present yerself a little fer me. Give me a reason to give ya a good time.â
His grin only widens when you go from squirming and complaining, to placing your hands on the mattress beneath you and spreading your legs. He gets closer again, placing one hand on your right leg and pulling it away even more. It is painfull, but when Colm quickly takes his fingers in his mouth and starts placing them near your whole, you completely forget about the hard stretch.
Curious, his thumb first circles your tight hole, before he pushes it in. You canât hold back a loud gasp when Colm starts to explore your hole, adding two more fingers once youâre ready. It feels weird and invasive, but once the weird stretch fades, it starts feeling good. Especially once Colm starts to slowly thrust his index and middle finger in and out of you. Your head falls back onto the mattress as your hands claw at the fabric of the bed.
âEnjoying yerself, sugar?â, Colm smiles and all you can do is to let out a low moan when he starts to scissor your poor hole as well.
Then suddenly, he pulls the fingers out again, leaving you sweating and panting just from this little bit. Colm leans over you as he tries to reach the nighstand next to the bed. His black hair falls on your shoulder and you can hear his voice on your ear again while he grabs something from one of the nightstandâs drawers.
âGod, youâre such a leightweight. Bet ya been wanting my cock fer quite a while. Such a dirty boy. Out there yeâre all though and mean, but in here youâre just my sweet little puppy.â
A small container appears in his hand, shortly before Colm gets away from you again to stand up. You wouldâve complained, but when you see that heâs starting to get fully undressed, you quickly shut your mouth. Despite his age, Colm is still slim and lean and although you saw his cock before, seeing it completely erect again, made you clench your hole in anticipation.
Of course, Colm notices. He likes how your eyes wander over his body, slow and careful. Unlike most working boys and girls you donât seem to hide any disgust. Youâre honestly attracted to him. Oh, you poor thing donât even know what youâre getting yourself into, looking at him like that. You might walk out of this cabin limping and covered in thousands of marks just so the whole world knows who you belong to. Youâre his boy now.
Finally picking up the container again, Colm gets back into the bed and opens it. There seems to be some kind of oil in it, which Colm takes and spreads all over his erection. âWhatâs that?â, you ask a bit nervous.
âThis is gonna be a big stretch, sugar. Have ta make sure ya can take me good.â Colm grins up at you and your breath hitches again. Oh.
âNow, breathe nice and easy, youâre gonna be allllright.â
Thereâs something in his tone that you donât quite like, but before you can even open your mouth, Colm lines himself up with your hole and pushes in.
A loud scream echoes through the cabin as Colm gets in further than you expected him to. You did manage to bite your tongue afterwards, but Colm would just keep pushing in, making you feel like heâs ripping you apart. âC-Colm, I- Sir, please⌠no, slower, please!â, you gasp and he actually stops.
Is this what this feels like? You have to be doing something wrong, this is surely not meant to hurt this much. Both reliefed and dissapointed you notice how Colm begins to pull out, when suddenly his hips snap forward again, making you let out another cry. âSIR!â
His chuckle reaches your ear again, just when he pulls back again. âGotta get all in there, boy⌠god, youâre tight.â, he breathes, before he pushes in with brutal force again.
Despite your begging and pleas, he only stops once he has buried himself all the way inside you. By now, hot tears began to flow down your cheeks.
âOh, poor boy. I know this is much, but youâre gonna feel better in a second, trust me.â, Colm coos softly in your ear while patting your hair with one hand. He completely fills you up now and somehow, your breathing feels heavier now. Above you, Colm watches your reaction closely as he slowly starts moving his hips again.
The sound of your voice screaming and crying for him was just a little too tempting, but now he has to go slower if he wants you to enjoy this as well. So he carefully starts rocking his hips back and forth a little to let you really get accustomed to him.
You watch as Colm looks so concentrated, trying to find the right pace to not hurt you. It still does a little, youâre pretty sure, something down thereâs bleeding, but by now you start feeling it. Pleasure starts to spread from your lower stomach into every bit of your body as Colm keeps hitting deeper again.
He notices your dick twitching on his stomach and a grin spreads back on his face. Colm looks back at you and says something, but youâre way too caught up in enjoying his dick inside you to listen. As you stare up at Colm smiling at you while heâs rocking his hips so good into you, you start feeling a growing desire within you.
Not being able to think about it, your hands reach up to Colmâs face, which leaves the man staring at you in confusion. But you canât stop yourself now from pulling him down to you and pressing your lips onto his. While you keep sucking and licking his lips, you donât realize how stiff Colm suddenly gets. Only once his hips stop moving as well, do you realize what you just did.
Immediatly, you let go of Colmâs face. Worry starts to spread inside you when you see him looking at you with a completely unreadable expression. âOh, youâve done it boy.â, he suddenly breathes, his voice sounding a bit raspy.
âBad mistake.â, he growls and before you can start worrying about his words, his hips pick up their pace again, instantly hitting a point in you that makes you let out a loud moan. Parallel to him rutting into you, he gets down to your face and starts kissing you much more intensely than you did. His tongue shoves itself into your mouth, demanding pure submission from you as he starts dominating every part of you.
Your mouth, your ass, your whole body, hell, even your soul is completely his now. His kisses are fast and hungry, violating your mouth while heâs ramming so hard into you that you start to turn into a moaning mess beneath him. Your dick twitches the whole time, begging for a release and the way Colm keeps going at you, it wonât take long for that to happen now.
Just when you think you couldnât be closer to an orgasm, Colmâs hand comes up and twists your nipple again. Not long after, a good hit, a hard pinch and a tongue biting down on your lip sends you over the edge, making you moan and shake violently.
Your cum sticks to both you and Colm while heâs now rutting harder into you than before, his constant sucking on your lips leaving them feeling numb by the time he finally comes as well.
A hot feeling spreads inside you when you realize that Colm just came inside of you. Closing your eyes, you can feel a sudden exhaustion taking over you. You can hear both of you panting and catching your breaths while Colm still remains inside you. Then you feel a couple of fingers on your face and when you open your eyes again, you see Colm, whoâs right over you, wiping the sweat off of your forehead.
âFelt good, right?â
You let out an exhausted laugh. âYeah. Fuck it felt good. Thank you.â, you mumble, closing your eyes again. Colm lets out a humored huff at you thanking him and a little smile spreads on your lips when you feel him pressing another short kiss to your lips. You donât want to do anything more than to kiss the man back, but then a thought crosses your mind, making you groan.
âWhat now? Tired?â, you hear Colm chuckle next to you, but you just shake your head.
âNo⌠I gotta go. I promised Derreck to take his shift tonight-â You wanted to sit up, when Colm harshly pushed you back down into the mattress.
âDid I say ya can go, boy? That idiot can find someone else for his shit. I ainât done with ya.â
Blinking up at the man, you can see the annoyance being written all over his face. But whether heâs annyoed with you or Derreck, you donât know.
âYouâre staying here tonight.â, he says and from the way he glares down at you, you know that itâs not an invitation but a command. âUh⌠yes, sir.â
This makes him smile again. âGood boy.â, he mumbles as he wraps his arm back around you and pulls you with him to lay on your side next to him. His dick is still inside you, but you doubt that Colm cares to pull it out again any time soon. No, he just pulls a blanket over your bodies before pressing his face into your shoulder.
Letting out a content sigh, you can feel Colm sucking and slightly biting at the soft skin there as well as on your throat. It makes you squirm a little, but everytime you want to stop him, he just puts a hand on your side and softly strokes it as if to calm you down again.
Eventually, you canât fight the soft sheets of the bed and your exhaustion anymore and fall asleep laying in Colmâs arms. When he notices, he pulls away from your now marked up skin and looks at your sleeping form. Thereâs no way youâre getting out of this now. Colm already decided that. That Derreck guy can fuck himself just like everyone else can who thinks they have any right to command you to do anything.
Laying his head on top of yours, he feels you shifting a bit closer to him. Youâre his boy, and Colm ainât keen on sharing.
Deal with the devil part 2: Kieran Duffy x male!Reader
Reader: male, OâDriscoll reader
Warnings: Mentioned sex, aftermath of sex, Trying (and failing) to hide bite marks and hickeys, Kieran Duffy my poor boy, Colm OâDriscoll in an asshole to Kieran, a lot of confusion about our feelings today
Summary: The day after you demanded Kieran to fullfill his part of the deal, youâre having trouble hiding what you did. You decide to help Kieran, making him question your intentions once again. [fluff]
Part 1
[Very sorry for the long wait on this one, I was sick, but now thereâll be more regular updates on this story. Iâve planed about 3 more chapters so far and intend to update weekly, but since these chapters are gonna be longer than my average oneshot, it can take more time than I planned. Have fun now :D]
[image by @s-ccharine]
Kieranâs sleep was usually restless. Nightmares and the hard ground beneath him would keep him from resting properly and made it hard for him to stay asleep. But when he opened his eyes this morning, he didnât feel shitty like he usually did. He felt warm and cozy, a nice smell reaching his nose. It mustâve been early in the morning, since the usual noise and shouted insults around camp were missing. The OâDriscolls were usually a pretty loud bunch. Right now though, it was quiet. There was the steady sound of someone breathing next to him and he could hear the faint sound of a heartbeat beating calmly near his ear. Smiling lazily, Kieran nuzzled closer to the warmth in front of him.
Then he suddenly remembered. As if touching you burnt him, he suddenly flinched away from you, almost waking you up when he pulled on your arm around his waist. Heart beating fast, he watched you shift a little in your sleep, before you reached back out to him, effortlessly pulling him back into your embrace. You buried your face into his shoulder, letting out a content sigh once you had him back close to you. Your arm laid itself back around his middle, trapping him against your body.
Kieran didnât move a muscle, too scared that heâd accidentally wake you up. He tried his best to stay calm, but on the inside, he wanted to slap himself. What was he thinking, cuddeling and hugging you last night after you just fucked him? Now you were surely thinking he was a desperate man, jumping at every bit of affection that was tossed at him. He freezed. Affection? No, surely not. You⌠wanted to have a good time. Nothing more.
Kieran could feel his heart picking up the pace again. Memories of yesterday started to flood his mind. How he had been so nervous, scared to not please you and how you stayed calm and gentle and patient, always giving him the time he needed.
If i wanted a whore, I wouldâve gone to town and get one.
He remembered your words and suddenly, he got both hot and cold. Did that mean that youâŚ? Kieran took a shaky breath and shook his head just a little. It was foolish of him to think that. Maybe you just thought he was interesting and thatâs it. Yes, surely it was just that.
Carefully, Kieran moved his head to look at your face resting on his shoulder. A small smile made itâs way to his lips. He never noticed, but you looked completely different when you were asleep. Normally, you were all big and mean, shouting around commands and kicking anyone in the ass, that didnât immediatly got to work. When he first got to camp, everyone told him to be careful of you and do what you say since you were one of Colmâs top dogs. But the man sleeping on him didnât look all that mean. You reminded him of some of the horses he has worked with, all tired and in dire need of some rest. A part in him wanted to gently run his fingers through your hair, but he knew better than to touch you while you were sleeping.
As he stared at your sleeping face, something suddenly catched his eye. Turning his head just a little more, Kieran looked down on his shoulder and came face to face with a whole bunch of markings on his body. From small bite marks to some hickeys here and there, his shoulder was full with evidence of what the two of you have done. Then a realization struck and only now did Kieran notice that you were still completely naked. And while he may still wore his dirty shirt, his member was still exposed as well. A deep shade of red reached both his ears and cheeks, and suddenly he was very grateful for your thick wool blanket covering both of your bodies.
His eyes wandered around the tent, searching for his pants and when he finally spotted them, his heart sank. They were in one of the tentâs corners, too far away for him to just grap them. He had to get out of your grip first. Taking in a shaky breath, Kieran took one of his hands and moved it to your arm while looking closely at your expression, searching for any signs of you waking up. When his hand brushed yours around his waist, you stirred a little, making him tense up. Somehow you were perfectly able to sleep when the men were drinking and brawling, but everytime you were on guard duty or when he went out to pee, you were up at the smallest sound. Kieran wasnât sure how easily you woke up when being touched, but he also did not really want to figure it out.
Luckily though, you relaxed again, allowing him to slowly lift your arm off of him. You let out a small dissatisfied grunt, but he quickly grapped the blanket and pushed it into your arms instead which seemed to calm you down again. Kieran let out a shaky breath. Now that that was done, he needed to get your head off his shoulder. His eyes were fully focused on your face as slowly, his hands came up and rested on either side of your head. He had to be very careful now, if he didnât want to wake you up. Eyebrows knitted together tightly, he started to lift your head off his shoulders just a little, before he quickly pulled his shoulder away and set it back down on the ground.
Kieran didnât dare to breathe while he watched your expression shift. You frowned a little and for a second, he thought he woke you up. Your face, however, quickly relaxed again and with it, so did Kieran. He watched as you shifted a little, burying your face into the blankets and fabrics of your bedrolls, before you laid still again. Reliefed, Kieran wanted to get up and grap his pants, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through his ass. It took everything he had to bite back a pained yelp, when he let himself fall back onto the bedroll. After a few deep breaths, the pain got duller and dissappeared eventually.
Breathing heavily, it took Kieran a few seconds to get up and crawl over to where his pants were laying. He propably just had to take things a bit slower after yesterday. This would propably go away as soon as he was working again. At least he hoped so.
Putting his pants on wasnât as much of a problem, as he had thought, although he let a small noise slip, when he accidentally sat down in an uncomfortable angle. Behind him you stirred a little, but when he turned to look, you had just turned around and were now laying with your back towards him. The blanket covering you has moved down a bit, exposing some bits of your naked back to him. Fiddeling with his fingers, Kieran was thinking. You wouldnât be mad at him if he left now, right? You promised him last night that he was allowed to still sleep in this tent and knowing you, you wouldnât take advantage of him if he did. He still wasnât completely sure if he could trust you, but at least you seemed to respect him and his boundaries more than the rest of the boys.
After a while, he decided that you propably wouldnât be mad if he just went and cared for the horses a bit. They needed their breakfast, after all. Kieran still hesitated, however. He couldnât just go out with his neck exposed like that.
If one of the men saw him with all the bruises there, heâd never hear the end of it. He had to cover his neck somehow. Only problem was, that Kieran didnât own any scarfs or loose fabrics he could use as one. He shot a nervous glance to your sleeping form.
âŚWould you mind if he took one of your scrarfs? You were responsible for all of those markings after all. Maybe if he took an old one of yours, you wouldnât notice. Kieran moved over to where your clothes were scattered in one corner. He found a bunch of old shirts and a few pants, but he just couldnât find a scarf. Just as he was about to give up, he noticed something green under your satchel. Carefully, he removed the bag and under it he found a withered and dirty old scarf. It looked similar to some of the scrafs he has seen the other OâDriscoll boys wear, but he has never seen you wearing it. That was good. If all of the other boys had a green scarf, nobody would suspect him for having one as well. While holding it in his hands, Kieran also noticed the scarf having a small hole in it, propably from a cigarette burn. You wouldnât miss a scarf that had a hole in it anyways⌠right? Kieran quickly tied the fabric around his neck, before he quietly went out of the tent and walked over to the horses.
Later that morning, Colm and his boys returned from the train heist. The sudden turmoil that came with their arrival propmptly ripped you out of your sleep. Confusion was the first thing you felt. For one were you irritated by all the noise that suddenly filled camp, but you were also suprised to find your tent to be empty. Where was Kieran? It took your sleepy mind a few seconds to remember the events of the last night. You fucked Kieran.
You fucked Kieran and he was so beautiful and cuddeling up to you and-
A part of you wanted to get out and find him immediatly, but you quickly stopped that thought. He wasnât your lover or anything. If he wanted to go out and do whatever, he was free to do that. Besides, you were sure that Colm wouldnât be happy if you didnât help him split the money and youâd be suprised if there hadnât been some problem youâd need to know about after they were gone for so long.
Being one of Colmâs trusted members had the disadvantage of him actually knowing your face, so there was no way around helping in camp if you didnât want to get on your bossâs bad side. Groaning, you quickly got up and dressed, combing your messy hair back with your fingers, as you made your way outside.
The second you came into his line of sight, Colm called you over to him. Your boss had some dark circles under his eyes and an irritated frown on his face. Looking over to the men briefly, you also noticed some having badly treated wounds, propably from being shot at. Greeting Colm, who was still sitting on his horse, you directly asked âWhat happened?â
The man let out an annoyed huff. âThe law was there faster than I thought. Had ta spend the night out in the woods. Few of the boys got shot at.â Suddenly a grin appeared on his lips. âBut we got the money. And even better, we got some good information. Iâll take care of the money but first I gotta sleep. Ya take care of them boys, understood?â
âOf course boss.â, you nodded.
âGood. Now, whereâs that stable boy?!â You just wanted to offer to take your bossâs horse, when you heard a shout.
âCominâ!â Turning your head, you saw Kieran running up towards you. His face was red and some sweat had started to collect on his forehead. No wonder, for some reason he was wearing a scarf even though it wasnât cold enough to need one.
When he came to a halt in front of you and took Colmâs reigns from him, he briefly glanced over to you. The eye contact made the corners of your lips twitch up for a second, before Colmâs cold voice reached your ears. âUseless fool! Whereâve you been?â
âI-Iâm sorry sir, I was carinâ fer some of the other horses when ya came in and had to-â
âYa donât do nothing, when Iâm callinâ for you! The first horse youâre takinâ care of is mine, understood boy?â, Colm shouted as he lifted himself out of the saddle. Kieran shrunk a little under his gaze, looking about as pale as a man could get. You didnât show it, but on the inside you felt sorry for Kieran. Colm didnât like it when he wasnât prioritised and he disliked having to wait even more. You watched him taking a step back and waiting for Colm to dismount, when you suddenly noticed something on him.
Underneath the strange scarf, some weird looking markings showed up, looking suspiciously similar to some hickeys. Then it dawned to you. Oh no.
You stared at Kieran, feeling the panic rising in you, when Colm came down on the ground turning back around to you. Catching your breath, you turned to look at Colm, who luckily seemed too tired to notice anything being wrong. âIâll have ya in my cabin later to discuss the next robbery, but first we let the boys drink up the rest of the alcohol.â
As reliefed as you were that Colm didnât notice Kieranâs bruises, you instantly got a bad feeling when Colm mentioned the alcohol. He only ever let the boys drink freely when you were about to move camps and the thought of that alone exhausted you already. But you just nodded and promised Colm to take care of the wounded again. He nodded and before he walked over to the cabin, he turned around to Kieran again.
âDonâ let me wait again, boy, or Iâll have ya tied up to a tree and whipped with the reigns youâre holdinâ.â, he growled.
Both of you watched him take off and when you looked back at Kieran, he was staring at you wide-eyed. âHe⌠he ainât meaning that, right?â, he laughed nervously.
âOh yes he does.â, you said seriously. Taking a look around to see if somebody watched you, you quickly leaned in and hissed, âAre you out of your mind?! Get that horse to the hitching posts and wait there until I come, you hear me?â
Suprised by your tone, Kieran just blankly stared at you for a moment. It took you grapping him by his shoulder and pushing him into the direction of the hitching posts to urge him to finally walk away, which made a few men around you chuckle. You shot them a deadly glance. âSomething funny, boys?â
They quickly stopped laughing. âNo? Then come on and help those men off of their horses and to the docâs tent. Come on!â
Under your command, it didnât take long until all men were being treated by a very stressed looking doctor. You send the rest of the boys off to go get some rest, including Declan, who had been riding with Colm last night.
âHope we got some good money outta this one. Wasnât a lot of fun sharing a camp with the boss all pissed off like that, let me tell ya.â, he yawned as you two walked over to his bedroll.
âYeah, I can imagine. But you can tell the boys later that Colm allowed us to get rid of the alcohol tonight.â, you grinned at your old friend. He grinned back. âAh, that soundâs like a nice reward, eh?â
You lightly hit him on the shoulder, before you left him to lay down and catch some sleep. Once you were alone, you immediatly walked over to the horses. Kieran was standing there, carrying some hay bales over to the hungry animals. Once he saw you approaching though, he quickly set his bale down and nervously looked up at you. He opened his mouth, but before he got something out, you interrupted him already.
âWhatâs that?â, you asked, nodding to the scarf around his neck. He looked at you, panicking a little, while you took a step forward and extended your arm, carefully tracing the bruises.
âTheyâre⌠uh, theyâre from you⌠I think.â Kieran looked off to the side whilst the slight touch of your fingers made him shiver a little. You let out a dissatisfied hum.
âShit. Well⌠Iâm sorry, I guess. Didnât mean to leave thoseâŚâ
âUh- y-ya donât have to apologise.â, he looked up at you confused, âYou just took what ya protected me for.â The way he looked up at you, with his eyebrows knitted together didnât make you feel any better. He shouldnât be defending you for making him look like a damn whore!
âYes, but you werenât meant to carry away any⌠longterm evidence on you.â, you sighed.
âWhat do ya mean, longterm??â, Kieran shrieked.
âNo! Not- Theyâre not gonna be llongterm, but⌠well itâs gonna stay for a few days, I persume.â
Your words didnât seem to calm Kieran down much though. Biting his lower lip, he pressed his hands to his neck, trying to cover it with them. He looked up at you with worry in his eyes. ââŚIs it very obviousâŚ?â
âYouâre damn lucky Colm didnât saw it. I could see those bruises and I was standing further away from you than him. Why didnât you ask me for help?â
âWell I- I didnât know ya would help me!â You looked at him slightly offended.
âYou thinking that low of me?â, you hissed quietly.
âHey, youâre the one who only offered to help me because ya wanted ta-â, he interrupted himself, his cheeks growing rosy a little. Now it was you who huffed and looked to the side. As much as you hated that thought, he was right. He had no reason to believe you were any better than the rest of the OâDriscolls, just because you made him a deal. A deal he wouldâve been stupid to not agree to. Biting your cheek, you looked back to Kieran.
âI⌠Youâre right. Iâm sorry. Itâs just- I like you Kieran. Youâre a whole lot better than the rest of those brutes and I want you to stick around here. I donât know what I have to do to make you trust me, but I at least want to help you withâŚâ You pointed towards his neck. ââŚthat.â
Kieranâs face changed from maybe a bit upset to something unreadable very quickly. Tense, you waited for him to say something, but he didnât. He looked like he was just about completely stunned with what you just told him. You⌠liked him? To Kieran, none of this made any sense.
But he also couldnât risk to have other people know about what happened. God knows what Colm did to men who were having sex with other...
ââŚHow would ya help me?â, he asked hesitantly. You thought for a second.
âHow about you let me help you with that scarf first?â, you offered. The scarf probaply wouldâve never even moved if it has been tied properly in the first place, but you didnât want to blame Kieran. It was bad enough that you didnât know if anybody noticed those hickeys besides you.
Kieran nodded hesitantly. âYeah⌠that sounds alright.â
Smiling at his response, you watched as Kieran quickly looked around, before he took you by the hand and pulled you behind two big horses, hoping nobody would see you there. He raised his hands to his neck and began to untie the scarf, revealing his neck to you. You raised your eyebrows at just how bruised both throat and shoulders were. Damn, how could you let yourself get carried away like this?
Kieran handed you the scarf and you instantly began to tie it back around his throat. You moved carefully, trying not to apply too much pressure on one of the bruises while still tying it firmly. While you were trying your best, Kieran had no other choice but to nervously glance at your face while you worked. You were fully focused on tying that damn scarf that you didnât even notice how Kieran stared at you. He didnât know what to feel. Grateful because you helped him, angry because youâre the one who got him in this situation or flattered because you said that you liked him.
After some thinking, he settled on being confused. That was the best way to describe how he felt. Still, feeling your fingers touch him on the sensetive skin on his neck and throat, made his breath hitch a few times. He hoped you hadnât noticed.
Then you suddenly stopped. Tensing up, Kieran watched you frown, before a small smile spread on your lips. You looked him in the eyes while raising an eyebrow.
âKieran⌠whereâd you get that scarf from?â
Your grin widened when you noticed him gasping, before he let out a nervous chuckle. After a few seconds of trying to avoid your eyes, he sighed in defeat. âHad ta cover those things up somehow, alright?â
âOh, I know alright.â, you chuckled darkly, earning you a half annoyed, half begging glare from Kieran.
âShut up.â, he huffed. Letting out another chuckle, you continued your work, tying his scarf in the front now. You carefully took his chin and tilted Kieranâs head up a little, in order to have a better access. It reminded him of the first time you approached him a few weeks ago and suddenly, he felt a bit weird in the stomach.
âThere you goâŚâ, you mumbled as you finished tucking the scarf away so that it would stay in place. The fabric hugged his throat tight, but still comfortably now. Kieran found himself liking the feeling.
âThank you⌠I- I will give ya the scarf back as soon as Iâve bought a new one, I promise!â, he quickly said, but you just shook your head.
âItâs alright. You can keep it of you want.â, you smiled warmly.
âWell thank yaâŚâ, Kieran smiled back, glad not to have to ride into a town like this.
âYouâre welcome.â, you said, when suddenly some noise echoed through camp. You and Kieran turned your heads to see what was going on. From what you could tell, two of the men had started some sort of brawl. Idiots.
âIf those fools donât keep it down, theyâll end up waking up Colm.â, you mumbled annoyed. âIâm sorry, I gotta go take care of that.â, you spoke as you looked back at Kieran. He nodded.
âItâs alright. Donât want Colm to get angryâŚâ You shot him an sympathetic smile, before you turned around, rolling your eyes and letting out an annoyed huff at the two men kicking and hitting each other. Just when Kieran wanted to get back to work, he suddenly heard your voice again.
âOh, and Kieran? Iâve got some soap in my horses satchel along with a towel. If you want to, you can take it and go wash up in the river.â
Before he could thank you, you were on your way back to camp again. Not sure what to do now, Kieran watched, as you switched back into a bad OâDriscoll, shouting at the two men, even punching one in the face that got too rowdy. It only worsened his confusion. How could such a man be so kind and gentle to him? If not for sex, why else would you be so nice to him?
I like you, Kieran.
No, you didnât mean it like that. You couldnât. Pacing around between the horses, Kieran was cursing himself. He shouldâve asked you what you meant by that right when you said it. Now he wasnât sure if he could muster up the courage to go up to you again. Sighing he came to a halt. When he looked up he found himself right infront of your old mare. A smile spread on his face.
She was a truly beautiful horse in his opinion. He didnât got the chance to ask her name, but he knew that you loved her dearly. Every day, he watched how you came up to her and fed her some carrots from your hand. At first he thought, you just wanted to spend that time with your horse, until he tried feeding her. Doesnât matter if itâs hay, apples, whatever. That old horse didnât eat nothing besides carrots. And every day, you fed them to her with a smile on your face. It made Kieran smile as well whenever he saw you. His gaze fell on your satchel on the saddle.
Maybe a bath would help him sort his thoughts a bit.
