Rdr2 men x Fem!reader headcanons
With an affectionate girlfriend
Thank you @mulherdokokushibo for the request!!
This is set at the beginning of your relationship.
Sorry it’s a lot shorter than my usual headcanons and sorry for not posting for a while, exams and guests have kept me busy!
Listening to kinky love whilst writing this broke me and made me a new person.
Returning to camp and dismounting from his saddle, Arthur decided to take this moment of time to tend to his horse.
Interrupted mid-brush, he was met with hands curling around his chest, stroking in gentle motions, the presence of your head coming into contact with his back caused him to release an amused breath.
Arthur brought his hand to the grip you had on his ribcage and turned around to face you, “I can get used to this; coming back home to a pretty lady waiting for me.” You smiled at his description of you.
Walking away from the conversation, you immediately positioned yourself by his side, interlinking your arm through his.
Raising his brow in confusion, Arthur couldn’t bring himself to conclude an answer to your behaviour, he was going to be in camp all day; you could have him at any point.
To regain some energy and rest his legs, Arthur sat down on the nearest bench, exhaling in relief at the relaxing moment of peace.
He’s brought out of this tranquility as you plant yourself on his lap, bringing your arms around his neck, he groans at the sensation of your lips moving against his. He places his hands to hold your waist securely, occasionally shifting them to hungrily massage your skin.
Arthur was quite impartial with PDA, you seemed pretty confident, everyone in camp watched you two as they passed, it seems like something you all need to get used to.
Not even noticing someone walk through the tent’s canvas, John was pleasantly surprised by your lips landing on his neck.
He was getting changed out of the clothes he wore on a job when you targeted him, he shifted away from you at the tickling sensation you gave him.
“Don’t you realise I’ll do it to you twice as much,” he warned with a charmed smirk, you could only reciprocate a smile as you brought him into a hug.
Returning the gesture, John placed his hands over your waist, he was confused why this was your next move. You could’ve teased him more, maybe even hug him…sensually? By placing your hands dangerously close to certain areas, but instead you held him tightly and lovingly.
He kept checking your expression, every two seconds, searching for any clue you may be feeling. You were calm, a smile was playing on your face as you remained in his arms.
Dutch highlighted that you didn’t have to take part in any of the chores, although you wanted to earn your keep like how the other women did, Miss Grimshaw ensured that no chores were given to you.
Everyone remained kind to you, being Dutch’s girl meant that any sign of harm inflicted to you by them was a plea for them to be cut off from the gang.
You spent most of the day with Dutch in your shared tent, he liked to watch you whilst he worked on planning future heists, whether you were just reading or sitting there and watching him too.
As his eyes traced to your figure once again, you were already standing up, walking to him and extending your arms around his neck from behind, your chin laid on his head as he placed a kiss on your hand.
You shifted your grip to his shoulders, massaging it in gentle patterns, Dutch exhaled a sigh of relief at the motion, feeling his pent-up tension leaving.
Just in that moment, a voice called from the other side of the tent, it was Arthur, he must’ve had a lead for a job.
“Sweetheart, I’ll have to ask you to leave,” Dutch patted your palm, urging you to leave, he never allowed you to stay when business called.
You left the tent and greeted the man on your way out, feeling casted aside.
The camp was filled with singing and laughter, everyone’s favourite time of day, when chores were fulfilled and dinner was ready.
You brought two bowls of stew towards Micah, who was sitting around the fire, staring at his gun before returning it to his holster.
Accepting the dish and beginning to eat, you placed yourself beside the man and kissed his cheek. He acknowledged the lingering sensation it left, bringing you closer into his side with the pull of your waist, his hand remained there.
You reciprocated his placement and brought your hand around his shoulder, tugging him into your embrace.
The food was left discarded on the bench as Micah guided you to your shared tent, yanking your entire body into his at the fall of the canvas, your lips collided in harsh contact.
Pulling back to prevent things from escalating, Micah formed a confused expression, “you don’t want to fuck?” He misinterpreted your touch very badly.
You decline his question, pulling him into your embrace, ensuring that it’s purely for affection.
Micah never understood physical touch unless it was leading to sex, he will have to get used to it not being the end goal.
It was its usual freezing weather in Colter, Charles decided it was crucial to go hunting (the camp’s resources were running out) and brought Arthur with him.
You were worried for Charles’ safety, his hand was injured, but he assured that Arthur will be handling the weapons.
Distracting yourself with chores proved difficulty with the water for laundry being completely frozen and block ice.
You noticed your boyfriend’s figure once looking up, he was trudging through the thick snow. Immediately bringing a smile to your face, you abandoned your work station and ran towards him.
Eventually reaching him, you underestimated your power, pouncing onto him and sending you both to fall onto the ground. Charles’ back came into contact with the snow (breaking his fall) as you landed on his chest.
“Woah, be careful, dear,” Charles slightly winced at the reminder of his injury, “are you okay?”
Bringing his hand to your lips, you kiss it to gently ease his pain, nodding in reassurance.
Evenly distributing cards amongst the players, Strauss, Uncle and Arthur were playing poker alongside Javier.
Although they were engrossed with the game, you broke your boyfriend’s concentration with subtly sliding your hand against the back of his neck, causing him to look back and finding you, “want to join?”
Javier’s question was met with you sitting on his lap, curling an arm around him whilst his hand was secure on your waist, his selection of cards was maintained in his other hand for you to view.
Javier’s focus was primarily on you instead of the game, the way your other hand would gently stroke his thigh, your frequent glance and smile at him.
“If you two are done eye fucking, can we continue with our game? I’m putting a lotta money on the line,” Uncle interrupted your trance.
“You guys can carry on, we’re not done,” Javier admitted.
Sean was coming back from a job Dutch sent him on, you decided to meet him by the horse hitching zone, despite Miss Grimshaw’s distaste for you to spend even a second away from your chores.
Arriving on top of Ennis, he dismounted the Buckskin to greet you with his usual enthusiasm, “hello lovely.”
Bringing his hands to grip your waist, you took the moment to observe his untidy appearance, resorting to fiddling with his collar, you pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss.
“What’s this for?” Sean questioned with an amused smirk, you could only smile at his smitten expression.
“You love me, you don’t even have to say it, it’s written all over your face and your eyes, they’re beautiful,” he looked lovingly into them.
Completing his preferred chore, Kieran was stationed by the gang’s horses, tending to their needs by feeding and brushing them.
You decided he deserved some extra company, especially from a pretty woman, and found yourself on the other side of Taima as Kieran was brushing her mane.
Starting the conversation with a usual chime of your day so far and how the horses have been behaving, you find an opening and bring Kieran’s lips into yours, catching him completely off guard.
All of a sudden, Kieran can’t think, his mind is an open space to which no-one can interfere, it can only be engulfed with the image and emotion of you.
“I love you,” he blurted out, he said it often and he deeply meant it.
Having been informed by Dutch that a plan for a future heist is needed to be organised, Hosea decided it was time to depart from his cot.
His shifting caused you to clutch onto his body, preventing him from leaving, “woah, darling, don’t want me to go?”
Your hum confirmed his suspicion, gripping onto him tighter.
In order to get Hosea to stay in bed, you brought your lips to his, deepening the kiss by the second, your legs were tucked into his, moving them in a pace which stroked his skin gently.
“What did I do to get so lucky?” Hosea pulled away from the kiss and gazed admiringly into your eyes, “I guess I can stay for a while.”
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