THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT YOU THAT NOW I CAN'T REMEMBER IT'S THE SAME DAMN THING THAT MADE MY HEART SURRENDER AND I'LL MISS YOU ON A TRAIN I'LL MISS YOU IN THE MORNING I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT (I THINK ABOUT YOU)
Can I pls request a smutty fic of f! Reader giving dutch a rough, sloppy blowjob in his tent? All the angst 🥵
Word Count: ~1,200
~ yeah so this whole fic is Dutch face fucking you lol with a dash of praise ~
N S F W
Dutch was in a bad mood. Over the past few days, nothing seemed to go right. Every plan, robbery and con went wrong. His mood worsened until unfortunately, you both began arguing.
You just wanted to help with a robbery, hoping that you could give a new perspective to the plan but Dutch wasn’t happy with your opinions. It didn’t matter how gentle you were while trying to give him some constructive criticism, Dutch continued to get more annoyed.
Letting out a loud huff, Dutch dismisses you with the wave of his hand. “Just forget about it” he mutters, abruptly walking over to his tent and closing the flaps behind him.
Although you know giving him some space would’ve been a good option, you couldn’t help but hesitantly go over to the tent. “Dutch?” you call out, waiting for a response before entering. Hearing him sigh inside, he says “Come in”.
Entering the tent, you see Dutch sitting at the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. Shuffling your feet slightly, you apologise “I’m sorry. I just want to help, especially with how stressful everything’s been lately”.
Dragging one of his hands down his face, Dutch nods “I know, I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that so I’m sorry too”. Deciding to move further into the tent, you sit next to him on his bed.
“I’ve seen how frustrated you’ve been lately and I want to help whatever way I can” you rest your hand on his knee. Dutch looks down at your hand before turning to face you properly “Believe me, you help a lot more than you realize”.
You weren’t convinced by that but you didn’t want to push it. “Ok but if you ever need anything you know I’ll be there for you” you reply, noticing how close Dutch’s face is to yours.
Wanting to show you just how much you help him, Dutch tenderly brings his lips to yours. You instantly kiss him back, leaving him take the lead as his tongue teases your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. Although your presence always did make Dutch relax more, he could still feel some pent up frustration within him.
Dutch breaks the kiss but keeps his lips close to yours. "On your knees" he commands, his voice so gentle it takes you a few seconds to fully comprehend the demand. You and Dutch had always been more than friends, the attraction undeniable but you had never seen him so caring yet authoritative before.
Instinctively obeying him, you lower yourself down to your knees and stare up at him, ready for your next instruction. Dutch stands, towering over you with a satisfied look on his face that you did as you were told.
Reaching down, Dutch cups your cheek before dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. "Are you going to be good?" he asks, raising his eyebrows as he waits for an answer.
You nod your head quickly "Yes, I promise". "Good, that's what I like to hear" his lips quirk up into a smile as his hand leaves your face and goes to his belt. As Dutch focuses on undoing his belt and pants, you wait patiently, squeezing your thighs together with anticipation.
Taking his semi hard cock out and stroking himself a few times, Dutch looks at you expectantly. Already knowing what he wants you to do, you open your mouth.
Dutch guides his cock to your awaiting mouth and slowly pushes it back until his tip reaches the back of your throat. He mutters a curse under his breath, trying to control himself. Dutch's eyes flick from your mouth swallowing his shaft to your eyes, smirking as you try not to gag already. Although this wasn't the first time you were in this situation, it always takes you some time to adjust to Dutch's size.
Thankfully, he gives you some time to get used to him inside of your mouth. Dutch always liked how feisty you are and how you'd constantly argue back if someone annoys you but watching as you become submissive is always a sight he adores.
Dutch draws the majority of his length out, leaving his tip rest against your tongue momentarily before harshly thrusting forward. You involuntarily gag, not expecting his pace to be so quick.
Dutch doesn't hold back, fucking your mouth fast and rough. He rests both of his hands on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair and holding your head in place. Drool escapes your mouth as he pulls his cock back out again, spit dripping down your face.
You can feel his ring dig into the back of your head as Dutch jerks your head backwards, making sure he can go deep into your throat. Oh, how Dutch loves to admire you when you’re taking his cock in your mouth. It’s in times like this, Dutch truly knows he cares about you; seeing how you grab onto his thighs, trying to keep yourself balanced as you look up at him with glossy eyes full of lust.
Dutch throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of your tight wetness around him. His pace is relentless, barely giving you anytime to breath as he snaps his hips back and forth. "That's it," Dutch pants, slowing slightly to watch how his cock disappears from his view "take it all".
Dutch knows he’s close, feeling himself twitch inside of your mouth and the slight shudder in his stance. “You’re going to make me proud, aren’t you?” he says, clenching his jaw “you’re going to make me proud and swallow every drop I give you”. You whine in response, though even that’s tough to do with his shaft still occupying your mouth.
Picking up his pace one last time, Dutch focuses on reaching his high. Within seconds, his hips start to falter and his seed spills down your throat. Dutch shoves his cock as far back as it’ll go, pushing your face into the skin of his torso and his balls against your chin.
While you run your tongue along the underside of his cock, Dutch continues to mumbles praise to you until he eventually pulls out.
Dutch slumps down on the bed, using the back of his hand to wipe away sweat from his forehead. You sit back on the heels of your feet, trying to catch your breath and get rid of any drool. Tucking himself away, Dutch glances over at you. “I knew you’d do well” he comments, moving his arm out to invite you to the bed. Your legs ache as you move to the bed but soon you’re in Dutch’s arms with your head resting on his chest.
As your breathing returns to normal, Dutch runs his hand up and down your back. “Thank you for that” he smiles warmly, kissing you softly. Dutch knows he can be tough to deal with sometimes but he’s grateful you’ve stuck by him. Although there’s still some hours of daylight left, Dutch closes his eyes for a few moments and begins to think of ways to show you just how much you truly mean to him.
Can I pls request a smutty fic of f! Reader giving dutch a rough, sloppy blowjob in his tent? All the angst 🥵
Word Count: ~1,200
~ yeah so this whole fic is Dutch face fucking you lol with a dash of praise ~
N S F W
Dutch was in a bad mood. Over the past few days, nothing seemed to go right. Every plan, robbery and con went wrong. His mood worsened until unfortunately, you both began arguing.
You just wanted to help with a robbery, hoping that you could give a new perspective to the plan but Dutch wasn’t happy with your opinions. It didn’t matter how gentle you were while trying to give him some constructive criticism, Dutch continued to get more annoyed.
Letting out a loud huff, Dutch dismisses you with the wave of his hand. “Just forget about it” he mutters, abruptly walking over to his tent and closing the flaps behind him.
Although you know giving him some space would’ve been a good option, you couldn’t help but hesitantly go over to the tent. “Dutch?” you call out, waiting for a response before entering. Hearing him sigh inside, he says “Come in”.
Entering the tent, you see Dutch sitting at the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. Shuffling your feet slightly, you apologise “I’m sorry. I just want to help, especially with how stressful everything’s been lately”.
Dragging one of his hands down his face, Dutch nods “I know, I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that so I’m sorry too”. Deciding to move further into the tent, you sit next to him on his bed.
“I’ve seen how frustrated you’ve been lately and I want to help whatever way I can” you rest your hand on his knee. Dutch looks down at your hand before turning to face you properly “Believe me, you help a lot more than you realize”.
You weren’t convinced by that but you didn’t want to push it. “Ok but if you ever need anything you know I’ll be there for you” you reply, noticing how close Dutch’s face is to yours.
Wanting to show you just how much you help him, Dutch tenderly brings his lips to yours. You instantly kiss him back, leaving him take the lead as his tongue teases your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. Although your presence always did make Dutch relax more, he could still feel some pent up frustration within him.
Dutch breaks the kiss but keeps his lips close to yours. "On your knees" he commands, his voice so gentle it takes you a few seconds to fully comprehend the demand. You and Dutch had always been more than friends, the attraction undeniable but you had never seen him so caring yet authoritative before.
Instinctively obeying him, you lower yourself down to your knees and stare up at him, ready for your next instruction. Dutch stands, towering over you with a satisfied look on his face that you did as you were told.
Reaching down, Dutch cups your cheek before dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. "Are you going to be good?" he asks, raising his eyebrows as he waits for an answer.
You nod your head quickly "Yes, I promise". "Good, that's what I like to hear" his lips quirk up into a smile as his hand leaves your face and goes to his belt. As Dutch focuses on undoing his belt and pants, you wait patiently, squeezing your thighs together with anticipation.
Taking his semi hard cock out and stroking himself a few times, Dutch looks at you expectantly. Already knowing what he wants you to do, you open your mouth.
Dutch guides his cock to your awaiting mouth and slowly pushes it back until his tip reaches the back of your throat. He mutters a curse under his breath, trying to control himself. Dutch's eyes flick from your mouth swallowing his shaft to your eyes, smirking as you try not to gag already. Although this wasn't the first time you were in this situation, it always takes you some time to adjust to Dutch's size.
Thankfully, he gives you some time to get used to him inside of your mouth. Dutch always liked how feisty you are and how you'd constantly argue back if someone annoys you but watching as you become submissive is always a sight he adores.
Dutch draws the majority of his length out, leaving his tip rest against your tongue momentarily before harshly thrusting forward. You involuntarily gag, not expecting his pace to be so quick.
Dutch doesn't hold back, fucking your mouth fast and rough. He rests both of his hands on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair and holding your head in place. Drool escapes your mouth as he pulls his cock back out again, spit dripping down your face.
You can feel his ring dig into the back of your head as Dutch jerks your head backwards, making sure he can go deep into your throat. Oh, how Dutch loves to admire you when you’re taking his cock in your mouth. It’s in times like this, Dutch truly knows he cares about you; seeing how you grab onto his thighs, trying to keep yourself balanced as you look up at him with glossy eyes full of lust.
Dutch throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of your tight wetness around him. His pace is relentless, barely giving you anytime to breath as he snaps his hips back and forth. "That's it," Dutch pants, slowing slightly to watch how his cock disappears from his view "take it all".
Dutch knows he’s close, feeling himself twitch inside of your mouth and the slight shudder in his stance. “You’re going to make me proud, aren’t you?” he says, clenching his jaw “you’re going to make me proud and swallow every drop I give you”. You whine in response, though even that’s tough to do with his shaft still occupying your mouth.
Picking up his pace one last time, Dutch focuses on reaching his high. Within seconds, his hips start to falter and his seed spills down your throat. Dutch shoves his cock as far back as it’ll go, pushing your face into the skin of his torso and his balls against your chin.
While you run your tongue along the underside of his cock, Dutch continues to mumbles praise to you until he eventually pulls out.
Dutch slumps down on the bed, using the back of his hand to wipe away sweat from his forehead. You sit back on the heels of your feet, trying to catch your breath and get rid of any drool. Tucking himself away, Dutch glances over at you. “I knew you’d do well” he comments, moving his arm out to invite you to the bed. Your legs ache as you move to the bed but soon you’re in Dutch’s arms with your head resting on his chest.
As your breathing returns to normal, Dutch runs his hand up and down your back. “Thank you for that” he smiles warmly, kissing you softly. Dutch knows he can be tough to deal with sometimes but he’s grateful you’ve stuck by him. Although there’s still some hours of daylight left, Dutch closes his eyes for a few moments and begins to think of ways to show you just how much you truly mean to him.
Can I pls request a smutty fic of f! Reader giving dutch a rough, sloppy blowjob in his tent? All the angst 🥵
Word Count: ~1,200
~ yeah so this whole fic is Dutch face fucking you lol with a dash of praise ~
N S F W
Dutch was in a bad mood. Over the past few days, nothing seemed to go right. Every plan, robbery and con went wrong. His mood worsened until unfortunately, you both began arguing.
You just wanted to help with a robbery, hoping that you could give a new perspective to the plan but Dutch wasn’t happy with your opinions. It didn’t matter how gentle you were while trying to give him some constructive criticism, Dutch continued to get more annoyed.
Letting out a loud huff, Dutch dismisses you with the wave of his hand. “Just forget about it” he mutters, abruptly walking over to his tent and closing the flaps behind him.
Although you know giving him some space would’ve been a good option, you couldn’t help but hesitantly go over to the tent. “Dutch?” you call out, waiting for a response before entering. Hearing him sigh inside, he says “Come in”.
Entering the tent, you see Dutch sitting at the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. Shuffling your feet slightly, you apologise “I’m sorry. I just want to help, especially with how stressful everything’s been lately”.
Dragging one of his hands down his face, Dutch nods “I know, I shouldn’t have blown up on you like that so I’m sorry too”. Deciding to move further into the tent, you sit next to him on his bed.
“I’ve seen how frustrated you’ve been lately and I want to help whatever way I can” you rest your hand on his knee. Dutch looks down at your hand before turning to face you properly “Believe me, you help a lot more than you realize”.
You weren’t convinced by that but you didn’t want to push it. “Ok but if you ever need anything you know I’ll be there for you” you reply, noticing how close Dutch’s face is to yours.
Wanting to show you just how much you help him, Dutch tenderly brings his lips to yours. You instantly kiss him back, leaving him take the lead as his tongue teases your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth. Although your presence always did make Dutch relax more, he could still feel some pent up frustration within him.
Dutch breaks the kiss but keeps his lips close to yours. "On your knees" he commands, his voice so gentle it takes you a few seconds to fully comprehend the demand. You and Dutch had always been more than friends, the attraction undeniable but you had never seen him so caring yet authoritative before.
Instinctively obeying him, you lower yourself down to your knees and stare up at him, ready for your next instruction. Dutch stands, towering over you with a satisfied look on his face that you did as you were told.
Reaching down, Dutch cups your cheek before dragging his thumb along your bottom lip. "Are you going to be good?" he asks, raising his eyebrows as he waits for an answer.
You nod your head quickly "Yes, I promise". "Good, that's what I like to hear" his lips quirk up into a smile as his hand leaves your face and goes to his belt. As Dutch focuses on undoing his belt and pants, you wait patiently, squeezing your thighs together with anticipation.
Taking his semi hard cock out and stroking himself a few times, Dutch looks at you expectantly. Already knowing what he wants you to do, you open your mouth.
Dutch guides his cock to your awaiting mouth and slowly pushes it back until his tip reaches the back of your throat. He mutters a curse under his breath, trying to control himself. Dutch's eyes flick from your mouth swallowing his shaft to your eyes, smirking as you try not to gag already. Although this wasn't the first time you were in this situation, it always takes you some time to adjust to Dutch's size.
Thankfully, he gives you some time to get used to him inside of your mouth. Dutch always liked how feisty you are and how you'd constantly argue back if someone annoys you but watching as you become submissive is always a sight he adores.
Dutch draws the majority of his length out, leaving his tip rest against your tongue momentarily before harshly thrusting forward. You involuntarily gag, not expecting his pace to be so quick.
Dutch doesn't hold back, fucking your mouth fast and rough. He rests both of his hands on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair and holding your head in place. Drool escapes your mouth as he pulls his cock back out again, spit dripping down your face.
You can feel his ring dig into the back of your head as Dutch jerks your head backwards, making sure he can go deep into your throat. Oh, how Dutch loves to admire you when you’re taking his cock in your mouth. It’s in times like this, Dutch truly knows he cares about you; seeing how you grab onto his thighs, trying to keep yourself balanced as you look up at him with glossy eyes full of lust.
Dutch throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of your tight wetness around him. His pace is relentless, barely giving you anytime to breath as he snaps his hips back and forth. "That's it," Dutch pants, slowing slightly to watch how his cock disappears from his view "take it all".
Dutch knows he’s close, feeling himself twitch inside of your mouth and the slight shudder in his stance. “You’re going to make me proud, aren’t you?” he says, clenching his jaw “you’re going to make me proud and swallow every drop I give you”. You whine in response, though even that’s tough to do with his shaft still occupying your mouth.
Picking up his pace one last time, Dutch focuses on reaching his high. Within seconds, his hips start to falter and his seed spills down your throat. Dutch shoves his cock as far back as it’ll go, pushing your face into the skin of his torso and his balls against your chin.
While you run your tongue along the underside of his cock, Dutch continues to mumbles praise to you until he eventually pulls out.
Dutch slumps down on the bed, using the back of his hand to wipe away sweat from his forehead. You sit back on the heels of your feet, trying to catch your breath and get rid of any drool. Tucking himself away, Dutch glances over at you. “I knew you’d do well” he comments, moving his arm out to invite you to the bed. Your legs ache as you move to the bed but soon you’re in Dutch’s arms with your head resting on his chest.
As your breathing returns to normal, Dutch runs his hand up and down your back. “Thank you for that” he smiles warmly, kissing you softly. Dutch knows he can be tough to deal with sometimes but he’s grateful you’ve stuck by him. Although there’s still some hours of daylight left, Dutch closes his eyes for a few moments and begins to think of ways to show you just how much you truly mean to him.
Just wanted to say a massive thank you to the lovely lot of you who have been liking and reblogging my things lately even though I haven't been writing. It means the world to me, and it's inspired me to get back into writing again where I can.
Not that I can promise its rdr though, I feel as though poor Dutch needs a few years days to recover :))
AO3 users: This fic is incredible!! Stunning and beautiful!!! I wish I could print it out and eat it because I love it so much!! Fabulous work, please continue! I love you!!!!!!
Tumblr users: You want me to leave a comment AND hit reblog? fuck off. The most you’re getting is a like.
I'm on an extended hiatus from here for a bit. I'm still on here (ish!), but everything got quite busy over the past year. I'm getting back into writing again, but it won't just be RDR focussed anymore.
So hopefully see you soon
and obvs ive got more stuff on AO3 (@/funkwhistle), which I should be adding to whenever I can but you can read stuff that I too dislike :))
hey bestie how about some headcanons of the fellers proposing?
Arthur
Arthur has been thinking about this for a long time but something’s always stopped him from actually asking you, whether that be the timing, the gang having to run from the law again or guilt. Yep, Arthur feels guilty when he thinks about asking you to marry him, knowing that if you say yes then you’ll be stuck with a no good outlaw as a husband.
He’s had the ring for a while now, taking it out to clean it and wonder where would be the best place to ask. Arthur knows it ain’t fancy but he decides somewhere quiet and by a secluded camp he’s set up for the both of you is the best and most intimate place. He does it all properly, getting down on one knee, saying how happy you make him before showing you the ring and asking the question.
Arthur holds his breath as he waits for an answer. Even though you answer within seconds, it feels like a lifetime while he waits. He hears you say yes but it takes a while for the words to sink in. Arthur slowly starts to smile as he stands and kisses you deeply, fumbling as he puts the ring on your finger.
Charles
Charles always knew he wanted to marry you but it takes a long time for him to actually consider proposing and putting things into motion. He wants to wait for the perfect time and to make this special, not rushing things just for the sake of it.
Charles thinks about where the best place would be, wondering if you’d prefer something fancy but instead settles with a place that’s special to you both, like where ye both spent your first night together or where he brought you on your first date.
Charles doesn’t do it the typical way, not getting down on one knee but opting to sit by your side as you watch the sunset, taking a deep breath before finally taking out the ring.
Dutch
Dutch acts very suspiciously in the days leading up to the proposal, leaving camp with no explanation and you even catch him dipping his hand into the donations box. And when you ask him what’s going on, Dutch keeps his answers vague and tries to shrug you off.
He “randomly” decides to throw a party at camp, full of expensive booze and cheers from everyone. As much as Dutch loves the intimate moments between you two, he can’t help but propose in front of everyone.
He takes you out to the middle of camp for all to see before kneeling down and showing you a glitzy, high priced ring. Before you can say yes (or no lol), Dutch says a long speech about love and what you mean to him, eventually going quiet and waiting for your response.
Micah
Yeah, there’s no way Micah’s gonna propose in the traditional way. In all honesty, Micah didn’t even realize he was going to propose, it all just sort of happened.
While he was on a job and looting one of the corpses, he came across a nice looking ring and decided to keep it, planning on giving it to you someday. Sure, the thoughts of marriage crossed his mind and he liked how it’d mean you’re stuck with him indefinitely but he wasn’t sure.
It was only one morning after waking up in a hotel room with you cuddled in by his side did he decide to pop the question, casually showing you the ring and asking if it’s something you’d be interested in.
John
John’s a simple guy, he rarely makes grand gestures but he knows that if he wants this to be special then he better try his absolute best for you.
John takes you out of camp for the day, going to all of your favourite places before ending the day off with a picnic. He doesn’t say a big speech when he proposes, preferring to focus on asking the important question.
The way John’s heart gushes when you say yes is indescribable. He’s played through this so much in his head yet he didn’t realize how strong his emotions would be, tearing up slightly as he shakily slips the ring onto your finger.
Javier
Javier puts a lot of pressure on himself for this to be perfect. You mean so much to him and you’ve been there for him through thick and thin, so he really wants the proposal to reflect just how much he cares.
He waits for a night when you’re finding it hard to sleep, suggesting you both go for a midnight stroll through the trees to relax, looking up at the stars as he takes your hand in his. He wants this to be an intimate moment and as natural as possible.
Slipping his hand into his pocket, Javier slowly takes out the ring as he knees down. With a twinkle in his eye and giving you a small smile, Javier finally pops the question.
Sean
Sean’s way of asking you to marry him is very unconventional. He just kinda says it in the moment, presuming that you’re both so madly in love that it’s the obvious next step.
He doesn’t have a ring nor does he have a plan. While celebrating one of the gang’s heists and laughing the night away, Sean just says it. Wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you close, he blurts out “It’s only a matter of time before we get married, eh? Sure we’re like a married couple already!”.
In Sean’s eyes, you two are practically married so he doesn’t see the harm in saving up to get you an actual ring and doing it officially. If you react positively to the idea of being married to him then Sean doesn’t stop referring to himself as your husband for the rest of the night.
Hosea
Hosea has been planning this for m o n t h s. This is so important to him and he hopes to really impress you with his proposal. Hosea doesn’t think about the possibility of you saying no, knowing that all he can do is try his best and hope you feel the same way.
He takes you out of camp for it, not wanting any prying eyes as he asks. Hosea thought he’d be nervous when it came to finally asking if you’d marry him but it all comes naturally to him as he relishes in the moment of proposing.
Hosea loves you and he can gush about you all day so it’s not hard for him to express how much you mean to him before taking out the ring and popping the question. When you say yes, Hosea delicately puts the finger on your finger before capturing your lips in a quick kiss.
Trelawny
Trelawny first knew he wanted to marry you while you were helping him with a con. Watching in awe as you expertly scam a rich scumbag out of his money, Trelawny knew you’re the love of his life and that he’ll have to go ring shopping.
He doesn’t waste any time, buying the perfect ring the next day and proposing that night under the stars. Trelawny kinda rambles on when he’s trying to propose, using metaphors and symbolism to convey his love for you. It’s a bit confusing and for once, Trelawny starts to stumble over his words.
This is a really big deal for him so Josiah’s a little frazzled. But he gets the words out eventually, showing you the ring and smiling up at you as he asks if you’ll marry him.
Kieran
Kieran was determined to propose to you. You’ve helped him through so much and he wants to spend the rest of his life with you so it feels like the right choice.
He’s so nervous you might say no but Kieran tries not to think about the worst case scenario, knowing he might talk himself out of it if he worries too much. But whenever he gets worried, Kieran simply thinks about you and then he realizes just how much he wants to marry you.
When he kneels down, ring in hand, Kieran starts to ramble about how couldn’t afford some fancy diamond ring or to take you out to some expensive restaurant to pop the question but he can offer you a life of love, support and adoration. Careful when you say yes, there’s a 50-50 chance Kieran may faint out of pure relief.
Lenny
Lenny knows you’re both young and that you have your whole lives ahead of y’all but he thinks that’ll just add to the marriage experience. If ye get married now then you’ll have each other through all the ups and downs life has to offer.
He likes the idea of popping the question somewhere scenic and away from camp, though as you both go there it’s obvious something’s up. Lenny tries to act casual but he’s so goddamn excited, it’s hard for him to stop smiling.
He wastes no time in asking you to marry him, quickly getting down on one knee and presenting the ring to you. In hindsight he knows he kinda rushed it but he just can’t wait to be your fiancé. When you say yes, Lenny can’t stop kissing you, giggling excitedly as he puts the ring on your finger.
Well, we got the reader braiding the gang’s hair… how’s about the gang braids the reader? The fellers are horse guys, they’d know how.
I had to include both anons cause I thought it was funny how they both called the fellers horse guys/boys lmaooo I love that sm <3
The Fellers Braiding Your Hair
Arthur
Arthur knew you were having a rough day and from the drained look on your face, he presumed you must’ve been exhausted from the long day of work. Patting his lap, Arthur suggests you relax for a while and that maybe he could run his fingers through your hair to help you unwind.
He didn’t plan on braiding your hair but after fiddling with some strands of hair for a few minutes, it’s something he starts doing without thinking. It’s been a long time since Arthur properly braided hair so it takes him a few attempts to get it right but soon he gets back into the hang of it.
When you realize what Arthur’s doing, he stumbles over his words, unsure whether you’ll be annoyed at him. But when you compliment his hair braiding skills, Arthur gets flustered and assures you you’d do a much better job.
Charles
Charles always offers to braid your hair. He knows how frustrating it can be when you're trying to get work done and your hair keeps getting in the way so he's happy to help you with any hair problems anytime.
Charles actually finds braiding your hair quite relaxing too, it's a good way of destressing while also keeping his hands busy. Another reason he likes braiding your hair is because he gets to see how you smile, close your eyes and recline into him as his fingers massage your scalp.
Since Charles is more skilled when it comes to styling hair than the other fellers, he can do more intricate braids and he's happy to teach them to you if you'd like.
Dutch
Dutch likes to think he's good at a lot of things but braiding hair? It was never his forte. But you mean a lot to Dutch and he likes running his fingers through your hair and playing with loose strands so it seems inevitable that Dutch eventually attempts to braid your hair.
Dutch doesn't braid your hair to try and impress you or make you swoon for him, it’s in one of those rare moments where he completely lets his walls down and does it just because he feels like it. He doesn’t mind if it goes awry, if anything he thinks it’ll be something nice to laugh over and have a fond memory of.
When Dutch has about half of your hair done, he accidentally lets go of one of the strands and messes up the braid. He mutters a curse to himself, making you laugh softly at how concentrated he is. Smiling down at you somewhat bashfully, Dutch asks "Mind if I try again?".
Micah
Micah ain't touching your hair unless 1) you've really pissed him off and he decides to cut off some of your hair just to spite you or 2) you've been dating him for a few weeks now and he's finally starting to let down his walls and fully relax around you.
Micah would wait until it was just the two of you, either in a hotel room or in a secluded camp in the wilderness before he starts braiding your hair. It’s something he just starts doing it, letting you instruct him as he goes.
I mean there is a possibility he's doing this in the hopes you'll uh, do him a favor *wink wink* now that you know your hair won't be getting in your face. He understands if you scoff and ignore him for the rest of the night when he suggests that.
John
John could tell you were stressed, so if resting your head on his lap was going to help you unwind after a tough day then John didn't have a problem with it. John's a little shy in his hair braiding abilities so he doesn't do a braid consisting of all of your hair.
Instead he does a small braid with just a few strands of your hair. He was only doing it to pass some time and he was planning to undo it before you got up, not wanting you to see his terrible attempt at a braid but before he could, you moved and sat up straight.
The braid flops down directly in your line of vision. It isn’t the best braid you've ever seen, it's definitely uneven. You giggle as you examine the braid, finding it endearing. And John's absolutely a-ok with that reaction, he’s just happy you’re not angry at him for messing with your hair.
Javier
One evening, Javier timidly asks you if he could practice his hair braiding skills on you because he wants to try a new technique. The real reason he’s asking you is cause he wants to spend more time with you and hair braiding was the best excuse he could come up with.
Javier talks to you as he plays with your hair, asking you how your day is and if you have any good robberies come up, mentioning how he's always free to help you out if you need an extra pair of hands on any jobs.
When Javier finishes and turns to look at you properly, he says there’s one small thing missing. Quickly going to pick a flower, Javier places it behind your ear and says that now you look perfect.
Sean
Sean is very determined to do a good job braiding your hair. He sits behind you and starts going for it… but within a minute, Sean starts making little comments like “is the braid supposed to look knotted?” and '”huh... I didn’t know hair could break so easily”.
You get a little worried that he's after completely messing the braid up but then when Sean reveals the near perfect braid to you, he laughs and says he was just messing when he was asking all those questions.
Before you have time to properly admire your braid, Sean hops up and moves to sit in between your legs. Getting comfortable, Sean says “Ok, it’s your turn now… and if I start snoring then just ignore it and keep braiding”.
Hosea
Hosea doesn't do things half-heartedly, so when he offers to braid your hair, he makes sure to get everything he needs to ensure you have a relaxing time. He gets you a blanket, puts more logs on the campfire and brings over some snacks just in case you feel a little peckish.
First he combs through your hair, making sure to delicately deal with any tangles. As he does this, Hosea tells you some stories of how he's conned people in the hopes that’ll take your mind off of anything that may be bothering you. Like I said, he wants to be certain you have a relaxing time.
Then Hosea finally starts to braid your hair, doing it slow and methodically. Hosea's actually impressed with it. It's been a while since he properly braided anyone's hair so in all honesty, Hosea was not expecting the braid to come out so good.
Trelawny
Trelawny knows you’re a hard worker and that you deserve a pick-me-up and so he offers to braid your hair. He assures you he knows what he’s doing and that he’s better than all the hairdressers in New Hanover and Lemoyne combined.
Trelawny incorporates whatever loose items he can find into your hair, thinking it makes the braid more your style. He uses a feather he just happened to have in his pocket and a small bit of ribbon he found over by the ladies tents.
He’s very proud of himself when he finally finishes off the braid and whenever you walk pass him during the rest of the day, Trelawny gives you many compliments and says how nicely the braid suits you.
Spoopy month request! How would the VDL boys fare in a haunted house? (Like, a real haunted house out in the middle of nowhere, not one of them there universal studio ones.) Thank you, and happy Halloween! 💀🎃🧛🏽♂️🤾♂️
The bounty hunters had been chasing him for the past half hour, hot on his tail as he galloped through more fields. Trying to quickly think of an escape plan, the outlaw flicked the reins of his horse and veered off into a forest. After a few more minutes of riding, he saw a decrepit house and decided that it would be the perfect place to hide for the night.
Arthur
Arthur slams the door behind him, panting heavily and his heart still racing. He breaths a sigh of relief, happy he's finally managed to escape the bounty hunters. But then he hears movement in one of the rooms.
He swiftly checks every room to make sure he's alone but the noises continue, each one sounding loud and more alarming than the last. As Arthur rushes in to try and see what's making this noise, he sees it. A pale, near translucent entity hovering by one of the doorframes.
Arthur doesn’t believe what he’s seeing. He blinks a few times and it disappears. He’s baffled and thinks that maybe he imagined it. He needs to stay in the house for the night for some shelter but now he's completely freaked out. Arthur even checks his flask to make sure he’s been drinking water all day.
After tossing and turning for a few hours, Arthur falls asleep but is abruptly woken in the middle of the night by a high pitched shriek. In a tiresome state, Arthur gets his things and leaves, preferring to sleep outside by his horse than risk staying inside.
Charles
Charles gets a strange feeling when he first enters the house but the last thing he thinks is it could be is haunted. He knows he has no where else to go and he doesn’t want to risk the bounty hunters tracking him back to camp and so Charles knows he has to stay here for the night.
As Charles searches the house for any supplies, he hears what sounds like people talking behind him. He furrows his brow, looking behind him but seeing no one there. It doesn’t take long for things to progress, going from hearing faint talking behind him to objects moving every time he turns his back.
That’s enough for Charles to come to terms with the place being haunted. He’s certain he hasn’t accidentally messed with any items that could upset the spirits and so he carefully makes his way to one of the small rooms and stays there.
Charles believes it’s for the best if he just stays in one spot and keep his back to the wall for the rest of the night. Occasionally he calls out, making sure the spirits know he means no harm and that he will be gone soon, hoping that will keep them at bay.
Dutch
Once Dutch gets inside, he isn’t in the mood to deal with anymore “nonsense”. He’s frustrated that the bounty hunters were so close to capturing him so it takes Dutch a while to notice there’s something off about the house.
It’s only when he starts exploring the house and pocketing any valuables he finds does he start to get a strange feeling. He jumps, believing he just caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye but when he looks again, there’s no one there.
He’s not too sure what’s going on or what he should believe. Dutch always thought ghosts were made up to scare children yet here he is with a chill up his back at the thought the house might be haunted.
Dutch plays it cool, acting completely normal while secretly waiting to see something again. Once he sees the apparition again, Dutch quickly unholsters his gun and sends a round of bullets into the wall. He doesn’t hit the ghost but it does make it disappear again. By morning, the house is riddled with bullets and Dutch feels like he’s after battling an army.
Micah
Micah has never believed it’s ghost, ghouls, basic hygiene and anything within the supernatural realm. So when he hears noises around the house and faint whispering, Micah automatically thinks there must be someone else here.
Trying to track down the source of the whispering, Micah creeps around the house in the hopes of finding this person so he can rob them. As he gently nudges a door open, Micah is greeted with the haunting realization that ghosts are real.
Micah runs out the house so fast, he accidentally leaves his pack of cigarettes and some gun oil behind. If it was another person then Micah would be confident in winning any fight but he doesn’t want to mess with anything otherworldly.
He tries to hype himself up enough to go back in and get the cigarettes and gun oil but whenever he takes a step towards the house, he quickly decided against the idea again. After shouting a few profanities at the house, Micah scoffs and rides off into the night, certain he’s never going to mention this to anyone.
John
When John closes the door behind him and is certain he has finally gotten away from the bounty hunters, he slumps down by the door. He’s relieved he escaped them and doesn’t have to face being lectured by Hosea for getting caught.
Being completely honest, I genuinely believe John would have the most bizarre yet calm reaction to seeing a ghost. Hearing some noises, he wanders around the house yelling out things like “hello?”.
When John sees the ghost, he’s a bit taken aback but once the initial shock fades then John adapts to the situation pretty well. He makes comments like ‘Hey what’re you doing up there?”, curious why the ghost is hovering around.
Depending on his mood, he may throw an empty can through it just to see if it’s true that things go through ghosts. Oh and I would confidently place a bet that John would try to make awkward small talk with a ghost. Like he’d hear creepy giggling in the other room and his reaction would be “So you got kids too? I just got the one for now”.
Javier
As Javier hurries into the house and cautiously checks through the window to make sure he wasn’t followed, he gets an eerie feeling. The hairs stand on the back of his neck and he can tell something isn’t right. But he brushes off the feeling, blaming it on the bounty hunters being in the area.
As he walks around the house, making sure each room is clear, Javier hears what sounds like laughing. And honestly, that’s enough for him to get the hell outta there.
Do you really think Javier’s gonna risk spending the night there? Javier is out of that house within minutes. The second something creepy happens, Javier trusts his gut and decides it’s not a safe place to spend the night.
He’d prefer to spend the night being chased by bounty hunters than stay in that creepy place. You couldn’t pay him to go into that house again.
Bill
Bill is real worked up over those bounty hunters so he doesn’t take much notice of the shadowy figures that frequently appear or footsteps made by seemingly no one. He thinks he’s after getting himself panicked because of the chase and that he’s just imaging things because he feels paranoid.
Bill takes some time to gather himself and calm down but when he sees the figure again and fully comprehends that he isn’t just imaging it... well, to put it bluntly, Bill nearly shits himself.
He yells at it to get away and scrambles around the house trying to get his stuff so he can leave. Bill isn’t even too sure if what he saw was a ghost but either way, he doesn’t want to be in the same house as whatever it is.
Bill’s in such a rush to get out, he runs for the door while trying to put his jacket on and accidentally runs straight into the wall. Yeah, he knocks himself out. When he comes to, Bill mumbles a few curses at himself as he trudges out the house.
Sean
Sean starts to get anxious when he sees the house. It’s not a house Sean would like to hide out in but unfortunately it’s the only building around and he’s sure the creepy and derelict exterior will discourage any bounty hunters from going inside if they pass by.
The second Sean steps inside, he’s on edge but he’s stayed in worst places so he knows he can get through the night. Any little noise makes Sean tense and grip his revolver, though he tries to keep a cool head.
Getting bored, Sean walks around the house and that’s when he sees some items moving without anyone touching them. As Sean hurries back by the door he sees the spirit. With his mind completely frazzled from fear, Sean takes out his gun and throws it at the ghost.
Once the ghost disappears again, Sean gives himself a quick pep talk and he’s determined to spend the night in the house. He’s heard all the Irish folklore stories about poltergeists, banshees and phantoms, so he feels fully prepared to take on this ghost… he just has to keep calm and not throw his gun at it again.
