It's a little specific, but could you do a Male reader meeting/saving Sean's life, maybe a little gay tension?
love this! hope you enjoy x
Sean is an idiot.
He was specifically told not to do this job on his own because he can’t handle it without backup, but when the rest of the gang said they were too busy with other things, he did it anyway.
Sean’s legs are burning as he sprints through Rhodes, vibrant hair flying behind him. He’s not sure where Ennis has fled to, but every time he whistles, he gets no response. Panic creeps up his throat as two deputies gain on him, yelling profanities.
Cursing, the Irishman throws himself over a fence, winding himself as he stumbles to his feet and powers forward, thighs aching. He startles a flock of chickens who flap around his feet, but ignoring them, Sean sets his focus on a well-groomed horse standing outside of the saloon. With hands outstretched, his fingers graze the horse’s flank, seeking purchase to hoist himself up, when a yell catches him off guard.
Your eyes are wide and alert, angry at this asshole who’s about to steal your horse. However, your expression softens upon seeing the panic in his face. Gritting your teeth, you grab his wrist and yank him down behind the water trough. It’s uncomfortable, especially because the trough isn’t very large, so in order to hide the two of you there is a lot of closeness.
You’re on your back with Sean flat against your chest, his nose brushing yours as he cocks his head to listen to the deputies running by. Sean’s heart is racing a million miles an hour, but you’re certain that yours is doing the same.
Finally, Sean sits up, straddling you as he peeks over the trough and through your horse’s legs. Dust on the horizon indicates his searchers have taken the track outside of town.
When the adrenaline dies down, you’re left with the realisation that you have a very attractive stranger sat on your thighs, his hands either side of your head. Clearing your throat doesn’t work, because Sean is still caught up in watching for the return of the Rhodes lawmakers.
You cough, then finally make a loud um and blink up at him. Sean snaps out of it, his bright eyes locking onto yours as he assesses the situation. A wide grin breaks over his pale features.
“Oh, sorry lad.” He laughs breathlessly, still panting, but doesn’t move. You raise your eyebrows and it clicks. “Oh, right.” Sean jumps to his feet, offering his hand, then yanks you up so hard you almost fall over again if not for his hands now gripping your shirt front.
“Thank you, sorry about, er, the horse, ya know? Had ta make a quick choice!” Sean chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “But, hey, let me buy you a drink!”
With his spirits lifted, Sean looks towards the saloon and cringes, expecting the deputies back at any minute. You catch onto this and steel yourself, glancing to the town hotel.
“I have a room, if you want to drink there until they stop searching for you?” Your offer was innocent, but it sounds very much like you’ve invited a strange man to your private bedroom. Which you have. A crimson hue tinges your skin, but Sean laughs.
“Absolutely! You got whiskey?” And with that, he’s dragging you to the hotel by the hand, even though he has no idea which room you’re in or what your name is.
Hey! Love your writings and I was wondering if I could maybe get Hosea,Dutch,and Arthur with breeding kinks HC’s? I’ve been kinda down lately and that would cheer me up lmao. If you don’t feel like writing that that is fine too just thought I’d ask ❤️
hi, thank you so much!
kinky, i like it! i’m sorry to hear that about you feeling down, feel free to send me a message any time if you need someone to talk to! x
also, i apologise for the random keep reading link under your message, i can’t seem to fix it, it won’t go away, ugh!
Breeding Kinks
Hosea, Dutch, Arthur
( warning for obvious sexual content )
Hosea
- you’re the reason this kink is reignited in him, and it usually spurs him on to see you sauntering around camp, flashing that winning smile
- he doesn’t bring up his kinks, though, until you’re both laying back one night, his hand locked in yours, and you pipe up to carefully ask about his experiences, his desires
- Hosea turns to face you and tells you very softly, but he won’t ever pressure you into anything you’re not comfortable with
- he’s full of praises, and probably the most aroused he’s been for a while when you agree to try out some of his personal fantasies
- Hosea takes his time with you, even if it leaves you whimpering in need, but he doesn’t want to rush anything
- gets more possessive in times like this, one hand always locked in yours, pinning your wrist above your head
- his fingertips trace your collar, travelling down your naval, resting one hand on your hip where he leaves an affectionate squeeze
- feeling you tighten around him with your own pleasure usually chases his own end and he’s suddenly gripping you tighter, suppressing a moan of your name, pushing one more time as far into your warmth as he can
- doesn’t move for a while, forehead brushing yours, heart racing at the feeling
- the thought of having you as his partner, life partner, is one that keeps him so close and reluctant to remove himself, especially the fantasy of you swelling with his cum
- Hosea usually doesn’t worry about the clean up afterwards, only because he just can’t move from you, holding you against him and murmuring sweet nothings into your hair, relishing in the fresh memories
Dutch
- he’s probably the least subtle about his kinks, especially breeding kink, will tell you up front in your relationship what he’s into whilst gently brushing his fingers up your arm
- it almost doesn’t phase him, like he’s not ashamed or afraid of your reaction, but there’s a hint of something behind his eyes
- murmurs his suggestions around a cigar, blowing a ring of smoke, his eyes reflecting the burning end
- when you agree to his desires, Dutch wastes no time, practically ripping your clothes from you
- he’s always careful, but sometimes he forgets just how strong he can be, his fingers leaving little bruises and - when he gets carried away - darker bite marks become embedded in your shoulders
- not very vocal, but he grunts at the feeling of you, one hand wrapped around your thigh to provide the best angle he knows will make you see stars
- begging really gets to him, it makes him all hot and bothered, his hand around your throat
- Dutch whispers lewd things to you, about how you’re his, and how he’s the only one who can fill you with his child, his seed, his
- doesn’t care if anyone else hears, he loves making you cry out with his unforgiving pace
- his tone changes when he’s close, becomes more raw and low
- he tries to make sure you finish with him, by adding his hand to stimulate you as well or slowing down to the point of edging you
- Dutch breaks his demeanour when he feels you stiffen up beneath him, body pulsing, and taking everything he’s got when he finally finishes as deep inside you as he can be
- he refuses to move for at least a few minutes, thoroughly enjoying watching you give him that sleepy, satisfied smile and the warm liquid leaking, running down your thighs
- eventually, he shifts over and gets you a cloth but will sit back with a cigar, watching you with those hungry eyes that lets you know he’s not finished yet
Arthur
- likely most bashful of the three, he isn’t sure how to approach the subject with you and dances around the topic for weeks
- it isn’t until one night when he whispers if you’d let him finish inside you that you catch on and recognise the burning in his eyes
- from that night, you had really wanted to try it out with him by encouraging him to do as he pleases
- Arthur is very vocal, groaning against the hollow of your throat, leaving little bites and praises against the skin
- praise him or encourage him and he’ll almost finish on the spot, making soft groans against you and gripping your hair
- “Arthur, I need you, please-”
- he curses and lifts you slightly with a hand sliding to your back, just so he can snap his hips at a slightly more intense pace
- big fan of hair tugging, or just stroking his hair
- he gets off on the idea of filling you, of having you all his, and the thought of you heavy with his child and carrying his name
- Arthur prefers to make sure you’ve cum at least twice before himself, so you’re absolutely ready and your body is just consumed with him
- praises your name when he finishes, hips jerking with the aftershock of the pleasure, spilling into you with a sudden heat
- may shift back just to gaze at you like that
- lots of praises to you afterwards, and soft kisses on the lovebites he’s left
- helps you clean up after, a little sheepishly, but will mentally save the image of you like that, lay back panting, full of his seed, for the nights when he’s away from you
hey there!! do you think you could do headcanons for any gang members, male or female, who have a female s/o that also joins the gang on robberies and stuff please?? feel free to do angst or fluff, basically whatever your heart desires. i just feel i haven't read many things where the reader also helps the gang out like that, so im interested. anyways, thanks a lot!!
i totally agree, i like finding fics where the reader is a bit badass! i picked some random characters and hope you like it! x
Hosea
- he’s very protective, although always proud when he sees you riding into camp with that successful, satisfied smile which indicates a good haul
- Hosea will always celebrate your victories with you, but he can’t shrug off how protective he is
- if you come back hurt, you will immediately see the flash of panic across his face. He’s so afraid to lose you
- however, he feels more at ease when you’re with one of the other gang members or himself, and he’ll always warn them to take good care of you. If they don’t, Hosea slips into a fury you aren’t familiar with, and you almost pity your companion
Dutch
- Dutch will introduce you with a warm, fluffy speech, but anyone in the camp can recognise the steely look in his eyes, a clear threat that nobody will be wronging you without severe consequences
- he gets jealous at times when you leave to a job or task for a few days with one of the other gang members, and he’ll always sit you on his lap when you’re back, reinforcing his claim
- sometimes he argues with you, though, when you get overly ambitious or mention you’ll be doing something that has high stakes for your safety
- on the nights when you do argue, he always soothes away your frustrations by laying beside you in bed, stroking your hair and murmuring about his points until you relax and probably succumb
Arthur
- he loves having you around the camp knowing that you’re more than eager to contribute to the harder tasks
- Arthur actively scopes out things for you to do, with him or on your own, trying to help you become stronger and more sure-footed
- however, if he catches wind of you accepting or finding a risky job, Arthur will insist on going with you, regardless of whether you ask or not
- he most enjoys riding back from a successful day with you back to camp, both beaming and a little ruffled, but otherwise extremely pleased. Occasionally he suggests racing back, loving the sound of your laughter being whipped away on the wind
Javier
- likes to show you off around camp, flaunting you, bragging with things like, “did you see how much my love brought in?”, “Have you made as much money as Y/N?”
- he waits for you to come back from jobs with his arms open, ready to pull you flush against his chest and share your victories
- Javier also enjoys scoping out jobs that he can do with you, including a few stagecoach or house robberies
- so proud, always has the biggest smile on his face as you tell your stories
Charles
- he’s probably quite cautious about having you around the gang, knowing that there will come opportunities and challenges of the dangerous kind
- Charles probably steers you away from Micah, Sean and Bill, but these three have a way of attracting the adventurous kind with big jobs, like you
- he is very supportive of you, but Charles harbours silent fears. When you sense that he’s uneasy, you reassure him by sitting by the fire, talking out your concerns
- overall, Charles is grateful he has someone as strong as you, but is always around to accompany you when things are too dangerous
Sean
- loves it! He adores the fact that you enjoy the adrenaline of the gang’s frequent jobs
- Sean will be the most keen to have you with him, no matter what the task is, so he can flirt with you in the midst of a fight as well as at camp
- you two will visit towns or read newspapers to find an interesting job that promises a big reward, and immediately rush to the other to inform them
- you can both be a bit reckless, but Sean never forgets that you’re precious, and that’s why he usually is in the line of fire before you
Sadie
- as she grows in confidence and strength, Sadie needs someone who can keep up, and that’s definitely you
- even though at times some of the gang may not agree, Sadie insists that you and her go out on robberies together. The usual point of concern is for the stubbornness of Sadie and your adrenaline rushes, but together you work smoothly
- she always likes to tease you, like it’s a competition coming back from a job, asking how much you earned and acting like she’s the best (when really, she just adores you and how good you are)
- her favourite jobs with you are the ones that take a few days, because Sadie loves camping with you under the stars, or staying in a fancy hotel room pretending to be rich for the night
Not sure if you played the first game but can I have a fic about Javier’s girlfriend following John to track him down?
hi! i have played the first game, and i wanted to let everyone know, too, that i will accept requests for rdr1 for main characters as well as side characters (i love me some irish haha)!
i wasn’t sure how you wanted this to play out, so i kinda made it a bit fluffy? not exactly to the plotline of the game, but i wanted to provide optimum javier time! xx
The sun was almost unbearable, but you could see your goal ahead so clearly that you no longer felt the burn. Your horse snorted into the dust, ears flicking, attentive for any nearby predators but the land was barren. Squinting towards the horizon, you could just barely make out the black blur of John Martson. You’d been tracking him for about a week when you heard he had caught the trail of Javier Escuella.
That very name made your heart tighten in your chest, a soft choking sound escaping you. It had been so long since you had seen him, and now you were desperate to hear that soft, accented voice and feel the callouses of his palms pressed to your cheeks.
John’s figure shimmered in the heat waves, seeming to get closer as he slowed and you maintained your pace. You were so close now, you didn’t really care about being hidden. Besides, you’d noticed John glance up once in a while, as if he sensed your presence.
By the time night had cloaked the land in an abrupt blanket of darkness, you were only a few feet back from John. He didn’t say anything, but when he caught your gaze, he recognised the pain in your eyes. John wanted Javier for a very different reason than you, but he understood the longing, just the same way he longed for his wife and son.
That night, you two camped together. John spoke up gruffly. “You know I have to take him in, right? For Abigail, for Jack?” He tried to catch your gaze, but you were staring intently into the fire, watching the way the flames devoured the wood. After a long and heavy pause, your head finally lifted, lips pressed in a sombre line. “I know. I ain’t asking for you to stop hunting him, just to give me a day’s head-start.”
John grunted, tossing a small branch into the fire. Taking his answer as consideration, you warily sank back onto your coat and tried to get some amount of sleep before the sun crawled back into the sky.
When the sunlight once again warmed your face, you blinked open weary eyes and sat up, suddenly alert with the memory of your mission. John was, to your surprise, still sat by the dying embers of the fire with his hat low over his eyes. You frowned, why hadn’t he left? You had slept in until late morning, John would likely have already departed by dawn. As if sensing your burning questions, he cleared his throat.
“Horse is tired out. Guess I’ll have to delay my tracking for a short while.” At those words, you sucked in a sharp breath and practically tripped trying to hurry up and get on your horse. Saddled up and ready, you turned back to face your old friend, basking in the warm morning air. “Thank you, John, really.” With a brisk kick of your spurs, you urged your horse back onto the route that would take you to him.
The fort was immense, and army men stood guard outside the walls. You had no doubts he was in there, but you weren’t sure how to convince the guards to let you in. Trotting to the gate, trying to mimic the look of confidence, you confronted the guardsmen.
“Hold up! Who are you? Whatchu want?” One of the men growled, his rifle aimed straight at your chest. Your confidence wavered. “I’m here for Javier. I’m a friend, just let me talk to him.” The man cackled, but his companion remained stiff, narrowing his eyes at you. “Hey! Quit it, she might be his amante, no?” Suddenly, they both became serious and settled on scrutinising you.
“Please, if he doesn’t know me, then you can shoot me.” You offered as you slid down from your horse, approaching with raised hands. The men exchanged a look before herding you inside the gates. They closed behind you with a startlingly loud groan.
The walk was brisk, most of the guards staring at you as you passed, murmuring amongst themselves. You were taken to a cool building, simple, resembling a stock room. A figure straightened up at the sound of the intrusion and put down the guns he was inspecting. Javier Escuella turned to face you.
Seeing him again was like blasting through your memories, not all of them good, but most were treasured. His hair was longer, messier, and his eyes were tired, but he was still the same. The guards slipped away at Javier’s hand signal. Once he had recovered from his shock, he took two stumbling steps towards you like a new fawn, arms reaching for you.
Instinctively, you shoved against his chest with your hands, temper flaring. “You asshole! I’ve been through so much trying to find you, and now John is hunting you, and you’re gonna get taken away again, and- and...” Your fury melted into white hot tears. Javier let you yell at him, and he moved closer carefully when you began to cry. With the flames of your anger dampened to fear, you collapsed into his arms and sobbed, gripping him tightly.
Javier cooed softly, stroking your hair and rocking on the spot. He sniffled but straightened and regained his composure quickly, focusing on calming you down. You felt the warmth of his lips press to the top of your head. “It’s okay, don’t cry, please don’t cry, mi amor.”
When finally your cries turned to soft whimpers, you pulled back from his embrace and pressed a kiss to his lips, breaking away only for breath. Javier smiled, genuinely and warmly, as he wiped your cheeks of tears. “I missed you, so much. You’re even more beautiful.”
You gave a watery laugh, shaking your head. “And you’re just as handsome. I meant it, Javier, about John. We don’t have much time.” Before you could launch into another downward spiral, Javier caught your hand and squeezed tightly to bring you back to the present.
“It’s okay.” He repeated, stroking his thumb over your fingers. “We’ll be ready. You and I, we’re gonna go somewhere, just us, okay?” Javier’s promise left his lips like liquid gold, but it did not erase all of your concerns. Deciding to give in to him, to the precious time you had together, you offered a slow nod. Javier kissed you once more, but this time more urgently, his hands finding your hips and leaving small indents. As his lips drifted to your neck, he murmured tenderly against the skin. “Let’s make up for lost time, querida.”
merry christmas, if you celebrate it! hope you have a beautiful new year! here are some headcanons for you, including the guys and gals! x
featuring: their favourite holiday activity with you, and what they get you!
Arthur
- activity: horse trail. Arthur takes you on a ride, you sat at the front with your back to his chest, to watch the sun rising over the horizon. He just loves the magic feel of the moment, and the way your breathing soothes him in return.
- gift: he gives you a beautiful sketch he’s been working on, secretly, for quite a while. It’s very detailed and it awes you how much attention he has given to your every scar, freckle, and laugh line.
Charles
- activity: star-gazing. there’s something timeless and romantic about looking at the constellations, especially when you’re lay back with Charles. He points out the stars to you, whispering their names and tracing soft patterns against your skin.
- gift: a pair of soft feather earrings which twirl when the breeze catches them. He made them himself, and gives you the best puppy eyes when you wear them, his expression purely adoring.
John
- activity: drinking. A rather simple holiday activity, but John loves to drink with you. He especially loves tiptoeing past the edge into being slightly drunk, where everything is hilarious for the pair of you and you both end up having a slightly blurred but very amusing night.
- gift: a night away in a hotel. He whisks you off your feet and books you into the Strawberry hotel, somewhere away from camp and the law, in the quaint little town where he can wake up the next morning and tangle up with you in the streaming sunlight.
Javier
- activity: decorating. He loves to remind everyone of the hope that comes with a holiday, and to annoy Micah by stringing up pretty baubles on tree branches or including certain festive herbs in the meals.
- gift: an engraved knife. He saw yours and cringed at the state of the old thing; flimsy and worn down. Javier bought one for you made of the smoothest steel, engraved with a beautiful songbird because you’re his little bird.
Dutch
- activity: dancing. At the end of the night, Dutch loves to pull you close and wordlessly embrace you in a slow dance, listening to his calming music, feeling your rhythmic heart beating.
- gift: jewellery. It might sound tacky, but it’s very sentimental to him. He considered buying you a new piece, but instead he gives you one of his rings on a sturdy, glimmering silver chain. Dutch likes the idea of leaving you with a small piece of him when he’s away, and he can’t tear his eyes away from you when you flaunt around in it, expressing that you’re his.
Hosea
- activity: the morning. Nothing is better for Hosea than waking up to you lay beside him. He always starts such a beautiful morning by stroking your hair, admiring your familiar features, and laying quietly with you as the sun warms your faces.
- gift: horse tack. After a ride together shortly before the holidays, he picked up on your compliments of his beautiful new saddle, a soft beige colour with swirling artworks in the leather. Hosea made sure to get yours custom made with your favourite flowers on the side, and carved his name in the underside, so you’d have that reminder always on hand.
Bill
- activity: food. Holiday food is his favourite thing to receive, because it reminds him of being younger, maybe a more innocent time for him. Besides, he thoroughly enjoys eating way too much with you before proceeding to pass out with one another in a happy heap, processing the meal and the day.
- gift: improved weapons. A bit bashful about gift giving, Bill didn’t want to outright struggle with picking something to buy or make, so instead he took all your most adored weapons and dropped them at a gunsmith. By dawn of the next day, Bill was a little flustered at your gasps of surprise at the state of them; gleaming like new, all with fresh ammunition, the worn parts replaced to be stronger than ever.
Kieran
- activity: gift exchange. He isn’t materialistic, so he doesn’t expect anything for the holidays, but he absolutely adores giving you things. He loves the way you genuinely smile at him, and how you praise him or light up at the gift he presents to you.
- gift: a fishing pole. Silly though it might seem, he loves going fishing with you in unique, quiet spots because that is uniquely your thing together. However, after a few weeks of you sharing a rod, he made you your own fishing pole with a cute little feather attached to the tip, so he can continue to enjoy his time with you and share in the experience even more.
Sean
- activity: singing carols. Usually this is done after a few drinks, but he is just as happy to burst into song fully sober in the middle of camp, midday. It pisses everyone off, but you join in with that mischievous gleam he so loves, and it reminds him how much you have his back no matter what.
- gift: whiskey. Maybe a bit predictable for Sean, but it isn’t just any whiskey, it’s his favourite. An Irish brand, he searched for ages trying to hunt it down for you to try. He can’t give you much, and he doesn’t feel like he has much to give of himself, so getting you something from his homeland felt a lot like sharing his history with you. Plus, he loves drinking with you.
Eagle Flies
- activity: stories. The holiday season always reminds him of ancestors come and gone, of stories passed through generations. Welcoming you into his life includes all these stories, and you both enjoy the intimate moments of sharing intricate stories by the fire.
- gift: a bow. Handmade, of course, from wood both stable enough to hold strong but supple enough to curve into your hands. It fires beautifully, and he likes to compliment you that the pale colour of the wood in your hands is a beautiful scene.
Albert:
- activity: outfits. A rather silly tradition, but you and Albert each wear a somewhat matching holiday outfit after the one year it happened by coincidence. Now, he insists you both shop for similar and fairly ridiculous holiday clothes, like a hideously coloured vest or a pair of pants with fur lining the waist. It’s basically the equivalent of modern ugly sweaters, and he wears it with pride.
- gift: a photograph. Not of anything he’s taken, nor of nature, but of the pair of you. He was a bit nervous about going in for a photograph as a couple at a proper studio, but Albert longed to give you a gift to keep hold of when he couldn’t be by your side. The first photo was stiff, awkward, and the second much the same. But, oh, the third photograph is just darling - you had whispered something in his ear that made him laugh, and you along with him, just as the camera snapped the scene. It’s a beautiful capture of the two of you embracing in a fit of laughter.
Micah:
- activity: drinking games. Micah loves to show off his skill with some drinking games, but it is also a rather calming thing for him to put his mind to. On the other hand, he very much enjoys watching you let loose, start to let go of your tensions, and truly engage together in a game of cards or something similar.
- gift: a gun belt. Micah always teases you about your weapons and your storage, especially after seeing you struggling to holster your weapons and stash your ammo in your bag or at your hip. Although he’d brush it off as nothing, Micah actually sized you up and had you a proper gun belt made to clip around your hips, with holsters for three guns and two ammunition pouches. Of course, he had to sketch his name in with a knife on the very back, where the belt rests on your butt.
Sadie
- activity: saloon visit. You two enjoy saloon-hopping for the holidays, experiencing very different festive atmospheres and appreciating the seasonal drinks. When it gets very late, you can simply rent out a room and crash together, soaking in the events of the day.
- gift: a lasso. Sadie loves taking you on bounty trips, she likes to see you in action and work together with you (but is always very wary of the fine line where she must keep you safe, at all times). However, your rope snapped on a hunting trip against a straining buck, and she had seen how your face fell in disappointment that you couldn’t use it in any of your upcoming bounty hunts. Sadie is quick to buy you a brand new one, but made of essentially double the strength in a much tighter woven design which holds far better.
Tilly
- activity: chatting. Tilly doesn’t get too much time to slack off when she has chores to do, but around the holidays when things are less tense, she enjoys chatting with you. There’s often little stories you have to share, or gossip, and amusing things you’ve both seen lately. You chat together under a wide oak tree, side by side, enjoying the company.
- gift: a picnic dinner. She isn’t as big on material gifts and wasn’t sure how best to make you smile, so she treated you to a lovely night together in a meadow with the best dishes she could politely force Pearson to rustle up for you two. A bottle of rum was included, and the two of you could end the night laying back, staring up at the stars.
Charlotte:
- activity: cooking. The smell of the herbs and the sizzle of the dishes is so familiar to Charlotte, she loves to share the gift of cooking with you. There isn’t anything quite like the sense of satisfaction when the two of you can step back to admire the beautiful but modest feast you made.
- gift: mittens. It gets really cold in winter when it snows, and when you’re out riding in the cold, Charlotte always winces at the thought. She’s felt your freezing hands against her flushed skin when you’d returned home. She decided to sneakily start knitting a pair of mittens for you, to keep your hands warm. The end product is a little messy, the pattern very all over the place in a jumble of bright coloured wool, but they are snug, warm and sturdy.
Susan
- activity: group time. Susan likes to be more relaxed around the camp on a rare day where things aren’t as hectic as usual. She takes this time to wind down with you, have a quiet chat to other gang members, partake in a dance with you and the others. It’s nice to reaffirm familial bonds.
- gift: a compact mirror. She notices a lot about you, especially when you’re not feeling amazingly confident about your looks on certain days. It always makes her frown in dismay. Susan had the idea to seek out a beautiful hand mirror with a gold handle and frame, engraved with roses on the back. When she gave it to you, she’d written on it in small writing with lipstick, my beautiful darling, always.
Karen
- activity: cuddling. Of course, this is self explanatory. She doesn’t feel she gets enough time to simply hold you close, but the holidays makes her especially cuddly. Anytime, anywhere, she’ll tackle you in a big bear hug and doesn’t care if the embrace lasts long enough to make others uncomfortable.
- gift: a night on the town with herself and you, just as a couple. She buys you drinks, food, trinkets, all sorts to spoil you in Saint Denis. When you’ve both successfully explored every inch of the place and fallen into exhaustion, Karen helps you stumble back to the saloon and collapse onto a springy mattress, right into her waiting arms.
Mary-Beth
- activity: reading. Although she already loves to read, Mary-Beth finds a special enjoyment in reading aloud to you. It calms the pair of you and it offers something unique to share, a story you’re both invested in and want to finish together. Usually those nights are spent with your head in her lap, listening to the soft lulling tone she uses as the reads to you.
- gift: a cheesy chapter about you as the main character, and her as your doe-eyed love interest. She wanted to offer something more personal, so she was working on a lengthy chapter for a while. You star as the main character, the hero, whisking Mary-Beth as your enamoured lover on a short journey. The whole thing is funny and romantic, the ending a little steamy, but it cuts off before anything can get too heated. That’s where you must make the story a reality.
Hi!! I really love your blog and your content, the way you write all the characters??! hoo boi I am WHIPPED 11/10!!! Soo I was going to maybe send in a request 👀 but I wanted to ask first, what are you comfortable writing? do you do (slightly) nsfw stuff (just as HCs) as well, aside from sfw content?
hi!! thank you so so much, it means a lot to me!! i write anything for you beautiful requesters! i can do full nsfw, full sfw, angst, a mixture, fluff... and, i'm happy to write headcanons as well as proper fics! send me anything to your heart's desire! also, i will write for lesser characters including albert and charlotte, for example!
i'm finally free of exams and got a break from working long hours, so i'll be pumping out lots of things today! 💞
warning for some, uh, hot-n-heavy action exactly as the title suggests; what happens when you get caught in the act with the boahs?
(camp girls will be featured in the next post!)
Arthur
- you really wanted a moment with him, he was always so damn busy
- whenever you tried to come onto him, he’d give you that wanting look and the next second he would be called away by someone, usually Dutch, making the both of you groan
- finally, you had your opportunity
- the camp was winding down for the night after a little celebration of a successful train robbery
- with most of your friends asleep, you felt Arthur grab your arm and pull you into the treeline
- “What are you doing?” you ask, but you already know by the time he’s pawing at your clothes
- your back is against a tree trunk, your breath coming in short pants
- your shirt is discarded along with his
- Arthur bites at your throat, making a guttural noise that pools heat in your stomach
- “Arthur-” you barely manage to whine his name as one hand descends into your pants
- “Hey, have you seen my- oh shit! I didn’t see nothin’!”
- red-faced, Bill whirls back around and scurries in the other direction
- Arthur rests his forehead on your bare shoulder, breathing heavily against your skin
- he makes a sound somewhere in between a laugh and a groan
- “C’mon, we need to find a more hidden spot.”
John
- major frustrations had been building over the past few days
- you were horny, to put it bluntly, and as soon as John caught wind of it he was all over you
- however, it was all about timing and finding a spot where you wouldn’t be heard
- unfortunately, neither of you could contain yourselves for much longer
- in the early hours of dawn, before the sun truly kissed the horizon, John was on top of you
- “You wanna?” he flashes that grin you love and you melt, hands flying to the buttons on his sleep shirt
- neither you nor John bother fully undressing, just getting the essentials out of the way
- when he’s finally granted you that full feeling by pushing forward into you, you both sigh in relief
- John, however, is too eager to go slow and grips one hand on your hip to find that angle, the other clenched in the sheets over your head
- the sounds of someone calling his name confuses you both as you’ve just dipped your toes into the haze of pleasure, but when it clears you recognise Hosea’s tone seeking the pair of you
- “Busy!” John yells hoarsely, refusing to cease his movements, and you both hear the flustered retreating steps
- bursting into laughter, you clutch tighter to his shoulders as his lips find yours again
Charles
- intimacy is usually fairly important for Charles, he wants to share passionate moments with you and make sure you’re absolutely taken care of
- but, that being said, he was having some real bad urges after a hunting trip that took longer than expected
- under the guise of ‘going fishing’, he leads you down a narrow path to a river running through a clearing dotted with flowers
- he only has to meet your eyes to convey his feelings and you’re drawn in, weak to his stormy eyes
- his hands are warm and the weight of them is painfully familiar on your skin
- Charles knows exactly how to get to you, his fingers slipping underneath your shirt to trace patterns lower and lower on the exposed skin
- his teeth leave light grazes on your collar as he guides you to kneel on the grass, leaning down to carefully lay you back
- “Whoa!” you both jolt, heads snapping to the right to see a young man on his horse looking like a cornered deer
- Charles looks at you, then back at the rider, and scowls
- “Well? Move along, boy!”
- without further prompting, the poor intruder kicks his horse and makes a hasty exit
- grinning, you shake your head and pull Charles back down to your lips
Javier
- it had been about a week since you’d both been at camp
- you were following a lead on some of Colm’s boys, stalking them through clues you picked up from local lawmen and any victims left behind
- with both of you wound up in finding your targets, things were getting really frustrating and the lack of solid communication was making your head spin
- walking along a dirt path to the suspected enemy camp, you stop suddenly, stirring up dust
- Javier takes a few more paces before he realises you’ve fallen behind
- approaching you, he backs you into a tree, his head tilted
- “I don’t think I can wait, Javier-”
- he doesn’t need much more than that, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand, his free hand delving below your waistband to rest on your bare hip
- his kisses are usually either soft and sultry or burning and agonising, there’s no in between
- you feel the heat as tongue and teeth clash
- he pushes his hips against yours, eliciting a groan at the friction
- a shot lands in the tree above your heads and Javier jerks to the side, pulling you with him
- dishevelled and wide-eyed, you both grab out your guns and make a silent promise to finish up later
Dutch
- clothing was always something that did it for him, especially when you chose to wear something he picked out especially for you
- Dutch loves your dress sense, but sometimes he likes to dote on you and see you twirl in the most lavish of materials
- one of those days crawled around after spending the afternoon browsing a local town, and it ended with Dutch purchasing a beautiful silk dress/suit
- you threw it on immediately and even by the evening you were still traipsing around like royalty in camp, ignoring the looks of the others to see you in such finery, strolling around with head held high
- however, Dutch has never taken his eyes from you
- the way the material hugs your body in just the right places and the glinting of the firelight reflected in your eyes becomes a little too much for him
- you catch him staring from within his tent, sat on his bed, face illuminated by the glowing ring of his cigar
- deciding to give a little show, you stalk towards him, every step with meaning until you come to rest stood between his thighs
- Dutch surveys you, blowing out a graceful line of smoke and leans back to appreciate you
- “Kneel.”
- he doesn’t need to ask twice, you kneel and he captures you in a kiss, fist bunching in the silk
- his other hand winds in your hair, pulling you closer, flush against his body
- you reach to pull off your clothing but he grips your wrist, shaking his head
- “I’m undressing you.” Dutch pulls you up to the bed so that you can sit beside him as his hands slowly relieve you of your attire, his lips tasting like smoke and whiskey
- “O-oh, my bad.” Sean, for once, is at a loss for words and obviously drunk as he retreats from the tent. “Carry on!”
- Dutch looks like he might choke the Irishman, but instead gets up to shut the tent tightly
- “Sorry darling, where were we?”
Micah
- although you weren’t drunk, you were certainly feeling the warmth of the alcohol as you and Micah sought out your hotel room
- he was leading you by the wrist, his steps slightly wavered, but still very confident
- clearly, he couldn’t wait to get you in that damn room, if only he could find it
- when he eventually got to the correct number, he pushed you up against the door while he opened it, pressing hungry kisses from your jaw down to your shoulder
- with your heart thudding, you put his hat on your head and break the kiss, presenting a cheeky grin
- Micah growls in response, pointing at the bed
- “Get your ass on there, now.”
- slower than necessary, you walk with a sway in your hips towards the bed
- Micah loses patience, grabbing you from behind and turning so he lands on the bed first, pulling you against him
- you swivel in his arms to kiss him, his hands greedily roaming every inch of your body, when the sound of a cough alerts the pair of you
- Micah, ever quick to the trigger, grabs his pistol and sits up with you still on his lap, pointing the gun over your shoulder
- a greying gentleman in a waistcoat looks very uncomfortable standing in the hallway where your room door is wide open
- narrowing his eyes, Micah jerks the gun to one side, gesturing for the man to leave
- “It’s twenty five bucks to watch, old man.” Micah sneers and the intruder stammers something as he leaves
- you shoot Micah a playfully dirty look, “Only 25?”
- “We ain’t got to the good stuff yet.”
Hosea
- you weren’t normally such a tease, but you woke up that morning feeling especially in the mood for it
- Hosea was minding his own business as usual, reading a good book on a tree stump
- you flaunted past him, flashing a flirtatious smile, decked out in your favourite shirt
- it continued with little things, Hosea growing more suspicious of your playfulness, your fleeting touches, and those bedroom eyes until it clicks with him that you’re being a tease
- he then tries to ignore you, equally playfully, trying not to give in to your seduction, but deep down even he knows that he’s just weak for you
- you hand him a cup of coffee at midday, bending more than necessary, flicking your hair and running your tongue across your lower lip
- Hosea huffs, snaps shut his book and stands up
- “Right, let’s go.” he says no more and marches off to his tent
- you raise your eyebrows in surprise, having expected him to be more stubborn about the matter, but decide that it’s best not to complain about a good thing
- hurrying after him, you make sure to close the tent up and look up with surprise to see him sat on a chair, the perfectly good bed empty
- sensing your confusion, he pats his lap
- “Good girls/boys get the bed, you come here.”
- it takes all your energy not to audibly moan right there, walking towards him sheepishly as you relax across his lap
- Hosea doesn’t give you a moment to settle before the sound of flesh on flesh wakes your ears, chased away by the sensation of stinging in your rear
- it’s followed by another and this time you actually have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep quiet
- Hosea’s hand is in the air, posed to land, when you hear a hesitant voice
- “Everything okay? I thought I heard something.” Lenny, full of youthful innocence, thankfully hasn’t caught onto the situation
- Hosea puts a finger to his lips to shush you, winking
- “Thank you, Lenny, that’s very sweet. I just dropped some things.” he waits for Lenny’s retreating footsteps before resting his hands on your rear, where he’s definitely left fresh marks
- “If you can be quiet, we’re doing this à la missionary, my darling, and I’ll save your punishment for later. Get on the bed.” he gives your jaw a playful squeeze before gesturing to the bed, and you’re sure you’ve never moved so fast in your life
Sean
- it was always fact that Sean was a big flirt, but when you played into his games, it produced a dangerous mix
- every comment and vulgar joke he made was reciprocated twofold by you, and you could practically feel the desire pouring from him in waves
- by the time evening rolled around, Sean was whiny and following you everywhere
- when you finally decided to give him the time and turned to face him, your expression was one of sheer delight
- “Okay, fine.”
- Sean lights up like a child and throws you over his shoulder, all but giggling as he carries you to your tent, dropping you ungracefully but carefully onto the cot
- He sits between your legs, eyes wide and unsure where to start, you can see his fingers itching to touch you and all of the options run through his mind
- Sean seems to decide to tease you first, sinking further down the end of the cot to where he’s level with your hips, glancing up at you with a cocky smirk before tugging at your pants
- he’s barely got them halfway when Uncle walks by, blinking owlishly at the dark shadow of the two of you entangled
- “Move on, ya old pervert!” Sean scolds teasingly, leaping up with way too much energy to close the tent flaps before he’s all over you again, wasting no time in tearing off your clothes this time
Kieran
- unused to much affection, Kieran has moments of being touch-starved where he relies wholly on your undivided attention
- you can usually tell when he’s feeling needy because he’s too nervous to ask, instead choosing to loiter in your peripherals and rock on his heels, looking uncomfortable as he tries to decide how to approach the subject
- this time, you decide to relieve his nerves by approaching him first, pressing a kiss to his cheek and using the opportunity to whisper in his ear
- “You want to take a break?” the words are purposeful, he knows you aren’t talking about taking a break from chores
- he nods, lips parted wordlessly, and follows you a short distance from camp to a soft bed of grass beneath the shade of an oak tree
- Kieran hesitates, asks your permission about ten times, then finally runs his hands softly across your body as though he’s making a map in his head of your every dip and curve
- you gently guide him to sit down by the oak, his back against the trunk and your thighs straddling his
- a flock of birds takes off into the air and you immediately duck down in the shade, pulling Kieran’s head against your shoulder as you peek around the trunk of the tree
- a lone rider trots by, thankfully not giving you a second glance
- only after he’s long gone do you relax, cupping Kieran’s cheeks in your hands
- “That was close, you better hurry before the next one comes by!”
Eagle Flies
- being caught up with your gang, you hadn’t had much time to make the journey to the reservation, and both you and Eagle Flies were suffering for it
- you had barely managed to slide off your horse before he was on you, his arms around your waist, lifting you off your feet in a warm embrace
- his nose buries against the hollow of your throat, taking in the familiar smell and the thrum of your pulse
- “I missed you.” he says it in a rush, his arms still locked around you
- nodding, you press a light kiss to his jaw, wary to be causing a scene and interlock your hand with his
- “Me too, can we go somewhere?”
- he flashes a smile, a private and soft gesture between the two of you, leading you by your joined hands to his favourite lookout
- you can see the whole world from so high up, but your lover doesn’t seem interested in the view
- he sits behind you, his legs either side of you and his lips trailing lazily from your ear down your neck
- you lean back against his chest and let out a soft sigh of content, your hands seeking purchase on his thighs
- he responds in kind, his own hands sliding across your sides and down to the button of your pants
- “Hey, honey?” you clear your throat, but he doesn’t repond, only humming against your skin
- “We have company.” this time, he looks up with alarm, both of you staring head-on at a curious coyote
- Eagle Flies looks mildly perturbed for a second before his expression softens into laughter
- “You’re so beautiful, even nature wants to see you.” he whispers against your shoulder, and you can feel his smile warm your skin
here it is, at long last! again, a warning for controlling/manipulation, yandere, dark themes, violence, etc this time with the ladies of red dead!
Sadie
- obsessive-restraints type
- Sadie finds, as expected, difficulty forming attachments after her husband
- however, when she does connect to someone, she absolutely won’t let go
- she starts slowly, watching you all the time and following you without being too obvious, noting down the little things you do and what you enjoy
- this way, she can gift you with your favourite flowers, foods, and trinkets, surprising you as to how she could possibly know these things
- when you grow more suspicious, she gets more obsessive
- Sadie must be with you always, to “protect” you, snarling at others who dare look at you in the wrong way
- if you resist her, she won’t hesitate to bind your hands and haul you on the back of her horse, taking you to somewhere isolated where you can learn manners
- but, the more you play along into her fantasy, the more she relaxes around you and remains a very doting partner, albeit attached to the hip with you
Susan
- control type
- doesn’t like when you act out
- she will not hesitate to put you in your place, but also softens at times so that she can draw you into her web
- if she notices you getting more attention from others in the camp, she’ll steer you away or warn the “threat” to stay back
- basically, she needs to have you in her control
- she’s had back experiences where she was helpless/didn’t have complete control, hence why she doesn’t want you to get out of hand
- Susan gifts you when you’re behaving especially good
- will cancel plans with others behind your back, telling them you’re sick so you have to stay with her
- the end goal is to force everything and everyone else out of your lives
Abigail
- everything’s fine type
- she is the type of yandere to never really comprehend the meaning of “no”
- unlike the others, she is so totally fallen for you that she doesn’t see any acts of defiance as real
- if you tell her no, she thinks you’re teasing her
- turn away and she believes it to be a game
- always brushes off your negative responses and replaces them in her mind with positive responses to her fantasy relationship
- constantly suggesting little date ideas and all but drags you along
- makes sure others see the pair of you with her arm around you, making it obvious that you’re spoken for even if you’re not officially together
- will probably tell others that you’re married, especially if they seem interested in you
- absolutely loves to play nurse to you
Mary-Beth
- scripting type
- true to her love of novels and writing, Mary-Beth very much has everything in her mind already as to her life with you, her romantic protagonist
- she visualises a lot more than what actually happens, picturing the two fo you riding into the sunset, but she’ll settle for the simpler things
- a romantic partner should be affectionate, so she expects a lot of physical contact with you
- doesn’t care about hiding her frustrations when you’re not acting “according to the script”, including not being romantic enough
- sometimes it frightens you, she gets this look in her eyes of a far-away place, seeing her plans and desires in place of you
- but, she usually calms down and you’re more willing to oblige her after these tantrums
- Mary-Beth really does love you, but has an odd way of showing it, and will definitely go out of her way to make sure she gets control of her own life novel with just the two of you
Tilly
- behind-back type
- Tilly is the type to never let you see her yandere side
- she’s sweet as sugar around you, always offering warm compliments, little gifts, and gentle touches
- however, behind your back, she’s ruthless
- she threatens others to keep away from you, cuts ties with your friends, cancels plans, tells random people that you’re her partner
- you never did figure out why you got such strange looks in new towns, or why your friends never seemed to follow through with plans
- Tilly is as subtle as can be, she keeps her anger in check until you’re not around
- you’ll rarely glimpse the controlling side of her and she intends to keep it that way, coddling you and keeping you away from everyone else
Karen
- paranoid type
- she will probably fake an injury to get your whole attention on her for as long as possible
- drunk!Karen is even worse, spilling out her insecurities and cursing to high heavens anyone who will look her way
- she is normally cool about her love for you, however, preferring to maintain some form of contact such as holding your hand or touching your hair
- likes to dress you or gift you accessories that match her own, just to make it all the more obvious who you “belong” to
- doesn’t like men, especially, being around you for too long
- women are usually less concerning, unless they’re too close to you, in which case she responds the same as to men; scowling and making excuses for you to leave
- will either fake or genuinely cry when you try to leave, begging you and making herself seem as pathetic as possible to play on your heart strings
Molly
- possessive type
- knows you like the back of her hand and uses it to her advantage
- she always impresses you with her knowledge of yourself, but she only knows this because she reads your journals, listens in on your conversations with others, and goes through your things
- everything must be done her way, she doesn’t want you getting any ideas about leaving her
- is always physically wrapped around you in some way, enjoying to be on your lap or laying her head on your shoulder
- takes pride in seeing other people made uncomfortable by her affection with you
- lots of verbal reassurances are needed on her end, “where are you going?”, “say you love me”, “who was that you were talking to?”
i’m back! sorry i’ve been absent for a little bit, i had exams and was stressed out of my mind, but now i’m back to playing red dead and answering your requests!
Omg tysm for posting those Yandere types 😭 ive been waiting for Yandere red dead for ages 😩
thank you for reading them, you got me so excited to see that it was appreciated!! i totally agree, i was yearning for some yandere cowboahs/gals, and i’ll post the female version tonight! x
hey! care for a cutsey headcanon request? how about arthur, charles and dutch (maybe sadie?) or just whoever you want with a smol s/o making grabby hands and asking to be picked up? its ok if you dont want to though! 💛💛
hi, i hope you like it! i love cute scenarios!
Arthur
- what
- definitely doesn’t understand the gesture at first when you reach your arms out and make a noise of want
- he stares at you for a few seconds before it finally clicks in his head
- low morality:
- he laughs at you, gets a bit cocky about it
- will probably make a comment about how needy you are (teasing you) but regardless will pick you up anyway
- instead of the way you expected, he throws you over his shoulder and will happily walk around with you like that
- likes to tease you about how small you are compared to him, especially if he’s looming over you or in bed
- despite his attitude, he really loves the attention you give him and because of this is quite protective
- high morality:
- blushes
- he isn’t used to being wanted or given all of this affection
- it’s a nice change for him
- there’s a moment where he’s sure he’s going to be teased by the others but it passes fleetingly when he meets your wide doe eyes
- Arthur succumbs and curls his arms around your middle, lifting you up with ease
- he waits for you to get comfortable and just holds you, his head in the hollow of your throat, breathing in that familiar scent and wondering how he ended up with someone as precious as you
Charles
- smiles
- in a camp surrounded by people hardened to the world, he really appreciates the softness in you
- the way you smile at him, reach out for him excitably like he hasn’t held you in forever
- no matter what, you always come to him and make him remember that the world isn’t always a shitshow
- gazing down at you and your playful gesture, he shakes his head teasingly
- “Anything for you.” the words are a hushed whisper, a private exchange for your ears only
- he relishes in the sensation of your warmth as he hauls you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his hips whilst his arms encircled your smaller body
- the steady rhythm of your heart keeps him grounded as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head
- he murmurs softly to you, probably leaning up against a tree as he watches the world awaken from over the top of your shoulder
- it’s unlikely he’ll let you go any time soon
Dutch
- chuckles
- Dutch loves size difference between you and him, the fact that he can lift your chin to get you to meet his eyes or the way that your body curls into his like it was meant to be there
- loves attention from you, so naturally he glows when you give him the whole pouting/wanting look with your hands out, a silent question in your expression
- “What, you want something, honey?”
- pretends at first like he doesn’t know what you mean just so he can see you flustered or hear you say the words that you want him
- regardless to your response, he knows he can deny you nothing
- even if he’s in the middle of camp and feels the weight of eyes upon the two of you, he will still lift you
- he sweeps you up bridal style so you can rest your head on his chest and feel the slight rumble against your ear as he speaks softly to you or - on rarer more tender occasions - reads to you
- he always wants to be holding you both for selfishly showing you’re his and because he craves your touch, even if he won’t say it out loud
- his favourite way to embrace you is likely on his bed with you in his lap
- Dutch leans into your touch and strokes your hair in return
- when you’re not looking, he stares at you with slight awe and that soft admiration
Sadie
- surprised
- after her husband, she wasn’t expecting to find an affectionate partner, or another partner in general, so everything is new and different with you
- she’s quite careful at first when she’s courting you, but now you’re on a whole new level where she’s so protective, watchful, and doting
- to see you standing before her with expectant arms open and hands flexing asking for affection, she simply has to wait and drink the moment in
- she doesn’t usually flaunt her relationship with you, but she really does love you, and can’t resist the offer
- Sadie grins and picks you up, spinning you around
- she eventually carries you to the campfire where she’ll sit and hold you on her lap
- if anybody gives the pair of you an off look or teases, Sadie is quick to insult and tell them to mind ya own damn business!
warning!! this contains violence, controlling/manipulation, stalker themes, nsfw, etc. so don’t read if you’re not comfortable! this is the male edition of some yandere headcanons for the camp boahs
Arthur
- obsession type
- this is probably more intense than what both of you expected it to turn into
- it began with him accompanying you whenever you wanted to leave camp, but then he would get really antsy if he realises you’ve gone somewhere without him
- where did you go? Why didn’t you bring him? Who are you with?
- Arthur follows you, sometimes doing it very subtly and other times just falling into step behind you
- he asks a lot of questions
- high morality Arthur is sweeter, always being careful not to upset you with his questions
- takes pictures of you, though, and keeps them under his mattress
- casually breathes in your scent when you walk past
- more likely to stay out of sight when he’s following you
- if he’s low morality, Arthur is super obsessive, constantly walking with you with one hand on your body somewhere
- he snarls if another man so much as looks at you, antagonising them
- often gets into fights for your sake
- likes to pin your hands down or push you up against things
Dutch
- monopoly type
- the most obsessive
- he’s very manipulative, you’ve seen him at work before but never had you expected him to turn his act on you
- says things like, “I don’t like that boy, I want you to stop seeing him”, “Why are you going there when you can be here with me, darling?”, “Look at me when I’m talking, little girl/boy”
- even when you’re not aware of it, Dutch is there, always watching with that dark look in his eyes
- he slowly starts pushing any friends out of your life who aren’t approved by him, forcing you to depend on him
- he might even “dispose” of some of the people he views as competition, telling you they’ve left you and cradling you when you get upset
- if he absolutely cannot be with you, Dutch makes Micah watch you, but if Micah oversteps his boundaries, he has to brace himself for Pure Rage Dutch
- likes you to wear something of his so that other people know you’re claimed, including one of his rings, his hat, or his shirt
Hosea
- possessive-paranoid type
- the quickest to escalate
- similar to Arthur, Hosea is very much obsessed with you but on another level
- he has to have you all to himself
- unlike the other similar types, he is quite paranoid about losing you and it makes him more frantic
- he always has to have you close and scolds you if you try to leave
- won’t tolerate competition, he doesn’t even argue he just removes you from other people (be it by dragging you away or prompting you to leave, even feigning feeling sick so you’ll feel bad for him)
- is a bit insecure, but also a very god actor so he’s great at covering this up
- can switch his moods in an instant
- you aren’t allowed to go anywhere without him, and he always has to be touching you
Charles
- punishment-dominance type
- possibly the closest to John’s training type, but much more forceful and corrective
- Charles gives you firm reminders if you slip up, if you ignore him, and so on
- he always has to be in control of you, making sure he knows where you are and what you’re doing
- you have to make eye contact with him or he grasps your chin to make sure you look at him
- he isn’t satisfied with just touching you because he wants you to touch him, too, so he makes excuses as if he’s hurt or he’ll simply tell you what he wants
- if you disobey him, you’re in for a long night
- he isn’t above restraining you or spanking, and he won’t let you go until you apologise numerous times
- Charles is usually cool tempered, but the line is when another person touches you, at which point he’ll snap and attack to “defend” you
Javier
- worship type
- he’s so obsessed with you and any amount of attention you give him, even if brief
- worships you and will do anything you ask of him, no matter how ridiculous or dangerous the task is, sometimes without you even having to ask him
- least dangerous type, he wouldn’t hurt you even if it meant risking his progress
- instead, he focuses on luring you in with sweet words in his native tongue and purring compliments, reminding you how much he needs and loves you, what you do to him
- doesn’t really care if other people talk to you but if they don’t treat you with respect, Javier bristles and becomes aggressive to defend your honour
- would die for you in a hot second
- “I need you, don’t go, I love you!”
John
- training type
- it starts with gentle suggestions, trying to correct your behaviour to where he’s happier with how you feel about him
- sometimes snaps at you but then instantly softens, it’s like a switch is flicked between anger and gentleness
- John will always coo at you and embrace you after he’s snapped at you, gently stroking your hair and reassuring you he didn’t mean it
- he begins to get more forceful, prompting you to behave
- “Say you love me, y/n, come on, say it!”
- works on a reward basis, like training a dog
- “Good girl/boy! That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
- makes you think that it’s normal, the way he treats you, because he’s forcing you to adopt the loving behaviour towards him without you even realising his manipulation until it’s too late and you’re stuck in his web of deceit
- if someone else is viewed as competition in his eyes, John only threatens then when you’re not around so that he doesn’t ruin his progress with you
Sean
- restraints type
- he just wants to be with you! forever and ever and ever and ever
- can’t stand to be without you for just one second
- sometimes hides his fear of losing you behind humour and affection
- he grows in intensity very very quickly
- Sean will pick you up or drag you somewhere if you’re not obeying him, or if you try to leave him
- wants to be inseparable, why won’t you stay with him?
- he will tie your hands and/or feet so you can’t leave, or just so he can tease you and gaze upon you
- prefers to hold you down with his hands and body, but also enjoys a good length of rope
- also uses scarves for a bit of extra fun
Lenny
- dependence type
- knows how to get to your soft spot
- he insists he needs you and will beg if he has to so you won’t leave him
- enjoys faking being sick or getting himself scraped up so you will nurse him back to health
- he just bathes in your attention
- lots of pet names and sweet compliments, almost sickly sweet, and gets a bit whiny if you ignore him
- “I need you, can’t you see?! I can’t do this without you! It would ruin me!”
- tries to get sympathy from you or make you feel bad in any way so that you’ll consider staying
- if you do leave, he’ll go absolutely insane and probably go on a rampage just to get you back whatever the cost may be
Kieran
- wrong idea type
- Kieran is so into you from the moment he sets eyes upon you
- he’s smitten and convinced that you’re into him, unfortunately assuming that there’s something there where there actually isn’t
- watches you a lot
- if you smile at him, he gets all bashful and believes that you’re sending him signals
- if you touch him, oh, he loses his mind!
- he has the bad habit of getting the wrong idea in the most innocent of acts
- drools if you wear anything that shows even a little bit of skin and will probably think that you’re wearing it just for him
- protective, too, he scowls and gets huffy if other men show you attention but he probably won’t act on it
- even if you flatly tell him you’re not interested, he thinks you’re playing a game or just lying for the sake of it
Eagle Flies
- deceptive type
- everything is behind the scenes with Eagle Flies, and he’s very good at what he does
- what he does, exactly, is manipulate and deceive you in subtle ways in order to gain your affections
- it starts off small, like loosing your horse so you’ll go on a walk alone with him to find it, and memorising your schedule for his benefit
- however, if you don’t respond soon enough for him, he becomes impatient
- you’re his to love, can’t you see that?
- he’ll definitely challenge anyone who he sees as a threat to his love for you
- he starts working harder to force you to care for him by making sure you can’t leave
- one afternoon when you were suggesting heading back to your home after a visit to Eagle Flies on his lands, he was quick to do anything he could to stop you
- he had one of his friends come crashing from the shrubbery claiming that there were dangerous soldiers nearby, which inevitably meant you had to stay with Eagle Flies to stay safe
- once, when you really insisted on having to get back, he disappeared into the forest and came back unbeknown to you with a fistful of yellow flowers
- mixed with water and offered as a drink to you, it doesn’t take long for the headache and weariness that washes over you
- feigning being surprised at your sudden “cold”, Eagle Flies makes sure to keep you on his bed of soft furs
- he’s so good at deceiving you that eventually you start to succumb to his caring nature and he relaxes, but he’s always just a little on edge, ready to find some new way to keep you all to himself
finally done the female version of when you’re hurt featuring the camp ladies along with charlotte!
Tilly
- lawmen were always trouble for your gang, but especially after a train robbery had left them on high alert
- you hadn’t meant to start trouble and were just passing by the local town when two of the lawmen on guard stiffened, glaring at you, whispering to each other that you looked awfully familiar to those ruffians who had committed a robbery nearby
- within seconds you were sprinting like a bat out of hell, zigzagging and darting between trees trying to get back to camp with a route that would shake the men from your tail
- branches whipped your face and snagged your hair as you pushed yourself to breaking point, your lungs wheezing every breath
- only when you were sure you had lost them did you burst into camp, your shoes kicking up dust
- you looked a mess, what with twigs and leaves all over you, dirt smeared on your pants and exhausted streaks of tears on your face
- Tilly is there immediately, before anyone can look at you twice
- in seconds she’s urging you to sit with her under a tree away from the curious camp onlookers
- she strokes your hair, gently pulling out the leaves and holding you
- you sit between her thighs, your back to her chest as she sits against the tree and wraps her arms around your middle
- with her head on your shoulder, she whispers soft reassurances and suggests a bath together where you can tell her what happened
Sadie
- O’Driscoll boys always managed to find Sadie, or perhaps the other way around
- she thought she’d killed all of them when you both encountered three of the gang camping at the side of the road you were both riding down
- it took a split second for the recognition to occur and immediately Sadie pushed you behind a tree as she skidded behind a log
- the shots fired were deafening as you attempted to return them
- after what felt like the longest shootout ever, silence descended
- Sadie turned to look at you, panting, and you peeked behind the tree, throwing her a nod to say that they were dead
- she wasted no time in running to you, grabbing your face in her hands and turning you slightly to check for bullet wounds
- “You okay? You sure? Did they getcha?”
- only once she’s sure you’re okay does she mount up again, helping you jump on behind her
- you remind her that you’re happy to ride your own horse but she hushes you, puffing her chest
- “I’m gonna keep you safe, no matter what, so just stay close- okay?”
Karen
- with tensions running high in camp, Karen had persuaded you to take her for a light stroll through the forest
- the peace was actually very rewarding, the birdsong reminding you both of calmer times
- as she lead you by the hand to the river, talking about everything she could think of that had interested her that day, she failed to notice the sudden steep decline along the bank of the river
- one moment you were both strolling along, and the next you were rolling down the decline
- it wasn’t a long fall, but you were both thoroughly filthy and dishevelled at the bottom
- Karen stared at you with wide eyes and you returned the look for what felt like forever
- finally, you both burst into laughter
- she helps you to your feet and you brush the dirt from her, both still giggling like children despite the risk you had encountered
- however, she makes a big show of checking that you’re not hurt, kissing the little scrapes on your skin
- “How ‘bout we go wash off in the river?” she flashes you that coy smile you’ve come to adore and you scamper after her like a puppy, stripping off your dirtied clothes as the cool river water beckons you on
Mary-Beth
- Micah was annoying at the best of times, but add that to the fact that he was deep in his drink and you ended up with a giant pain in the ass
- Javier had already warned him about his racial comments and now you were sitting with your teeth grinding as he ranted about how he could have any woman in camp if they weren’t so stuck-up
- it was fine for a while, you could ignore him and continue to clean your weapons, but then he started talking about Mary-Beth
- sweet Mary-Beth, the very same who you were officially together with
- “Shut the hell up, okay!? You don’t know shit, so stop talking out of your ass! None of these women give a damn about you!” you could see red in your vision as you stood up to confront him
- thud
- you stumbled back and regained your balance, staring in bewilderment as Micah shook his hand from the sensation of having hit you across the face
- the whole of camp seemed to hold their breath as you sucked in yours and released an animal like growl, punching him so hard that he not only stumbled, but tripped over a bucket and fell on his back
- “Prick.” you spit and turn on your heel, ignoring the burning pain in your cheek
- “y/n! That was, it- wow!” Mary-Beth’s eyes are wide as she examines you, gently tugging you towards her bed where she can inspect your bruise
- “I really wish you wouldn’t get hurt for me, but I appreciate it anyway, you’re like one of them knights coming to help!”
- her blush is obvious and she regards you with a warm smile, gently dabbing your cheek with a damp cloth before kissing the spot tenderly
Susan
- you weren’t a big fan of visiting saloons of late, mostly because of the chaos
- sure enough, when you were two drinks in, a couple of men started getting physical in their argument and the whole place erupted into chaos
- chairs were thrown, tables strewn about, glasses smashing
- you were almost at the door when the glass whistled over your head, obliterating on the door frame
- unfortunately, right where your hand was
- the glass shattered on impact and shards scraped your skin, the worst being a small chunk which had managed to embed itself on the back of your hand
- the ride back was uneventful but very difficult, your injured hand cradled to your chest and staining your shirt with blood
- it took all your dignity not to fall out of the saddle with your one hand unusable
- you were hoping to sneak in to see Strauss and have him inspect it, but you weren’t so lucky
- “What is that? What happened?!”
- that voice is so familiar, soon accompanied by Susan hurriedly crossing the camp with a furrowed brow and thunderous look
- you try to brush her off but she snags your hand and gasps
- “I thought I told you to be careful on your own!”
- seeing your grimace, her anger recedes and is replaced by soft concern
- she makes sure to remove any glass in the wounds and cleans it, bandaging the hand and keeping a very close eye on you for the rest of the night with one hand locked on your good one
Abigail
- it was your idea to go fishing to stop Pearson from complaining about the lack of meat in the provisions
- thankfully, the warm weather was perfect for catching some lake fish and soon you had a bag half full of decent fish
- as you started to pack up your things, you noticed that the lure had snagged around the wire and fishing pole
- after a few minutes of cussing and trying to untangle it, you finaloly succumb to frustration and pull out your knife to cut the line free so you can fix it later
- trying to get the right angle to sever the fishing line was very difficult and with your frustration it became even harder
- annoyed, you yank the knife across the line and accidentally catch your palm with the blade, too
- the wound immediately begins to bleed but, as far as you can tell, it isn’t too deep
- you can’t keep anything from Abigail, either, and when you walk back into camp she’s on you like a dog catching the scent of blood
- you can already see the lecture forming on her tongue
- “Did the fish fight back? Dammit, y/n, come on!” she huffs and takes you to Strauss, who bandages you whilst Abigail impatiently crosses her arms
- after a light scolding, she sits beside you by the campfire and runs her fingers over the uninjured back of your bandaged hand, occasionally the two of you making playful jokes about the situation
- despite this, she’s very dutiful in making sure you clean and dress the wound every day until it heals, always asking if it hurts and helping you take care of it
Charlotte
- since learning to hunt for herself, Charlotte had been spending more time with you in the woods by her home, stalking that night’s dinner
- however, one evening she was too occupied with fixing up the stove to accompany you on the hunt
- seeing that meat had been running low, you were content to go and find something to bring home for the two of you
- an hour into your hunt and you had two rabbits strung to your belt
- spying a fat turkey in the clearing, you began to stalk towards it with your bow drawn
- however, the scent of blood had attracted a lone wolf, too
- his lip curled as he growled at you, standing between two trees to your left
- before you could pull back your arrow, the wolf lunged
- desperate to fight it off, you ditched the bow and reached for your knife, using your other arm to hold back the snapping jaws away from your face
- the putrid heat of the wolf’s breath hit you as you grasped the hilt of your knife and plunged upwards into the heart of the beast
- Charlotte was surprised to say the least when you stumble in through the door with one arm limp by your side
- mumbling something about a wolf, you all but collapse as she hurries towards you, keeping you upright
- when you awaken, you’re in bed with Charlotte curled up beside you, her hand tightly clutching yours, your injured arm strapped to your chest in bandages
- with a soft smile, you turn over and kiss her temple, careful not to disturb her as you find comfort in sleeping by her side
Shy!female reader who has a big crush on Sean, Charles and Javi HCs?
cutee! hope you like this!
Sean
- the initial crush was so overwhelming that you kinda avoided Sean for a while
- he’s so outgoing and you’re so... not?
- regardless, when Sean is rescued and brought back to camp, he takes notice of you at once
- you linger in his peripherals, always stealing glances and flushing with heat when he looks your way
- once he caught you staring when he was drinking by the fire and the shade of red upon your cheeks was almost neon
- Sean tries a couple of lines on you, subtly following you around and teasing you a little when you blush or avoid his eyes
- he likes to make comments when you pass by or when he’s following you around, such as “you need help babe?”, and “is that a new shirt? No? Wow, you make anything look good!”
- although he loves teasing you and watching your cheeks set afire, he doesn’t push you too far
- Sean also receives harsh looks from Hosea who’s always watching out for you, the older cowboy shooting the Irishman warning glances whenever you’re too flustered to remind him of the fine line
- after a few weeks of this back and forth between you two, Sean finally picks up a rhythm and learns how much it takes for you to recoil, and on the other hand what jokes and warm words bring you out of your shell
- on a fine lazy evening in camp, you felt your palms slick with sweat and your cheeks burning up as you decided that you needed to finally make a move
- after all, you didn’t think Sean would be patient enough to follow your stuttering self around for much longer
- (little did you know he probably would follow you forever until you acknowledged him)
- spying him leaning up against a tree sipping on whiskey, you saunter over and try to dry your ever-wet palms on your skirts
- “S-Sean? Would you, er, I mean, if you want to-”
- “Shit yeah I would!”
- you’re taken aback, you hadn’t even finished asking him out when he jumped at the chance, dropping his bottle and grasping you gently by the shoulders so he could meet your eyes properly with the widest grin
- “Anywhere with you.”
Charles
- being rather quiet himself at times, Charles completely understood your shy nature
- unfortunately, since he’s a little oblivious to your huge crush and you’re too shy to blurt it out, it goes unseen for far too long
- since you first joined the group, it was fairly obvious how you felt
- you stammered around the others at first and tripped over your own feet on occasion, but slowly grew out of that as your comfort with the others grew
- however, with Charles? That shyness never went away
- he asked you out to hunt once and you almost forgot your words
- the trip was quiet and when Charles gently stood behind you to position your body with the bow, your heart almost gave out
- your legs quivered slightly and Charles mistook it for nerves
- he thought that your shy behaviour around him was because he intimidated you or you weren’t completely comfortable with him
- thankfully, when the whole camp is at breaking point and bets are being made on whether either of you will actually end up together, Arthur has had enough
- he pulls Charles to one side
- “You can’t honestly tell me that you didn’t know she liked you, right? She’s a mess ‘round you, Charles!”
- he stands in stunned silence for a good few minutes, long enough for Arthur to think he’s gone into shock
- when he finally comes around, Charles is a little flustered himself, but also slightly amused that he’s been so oblivious
- when he approaches you, you can feel your breathing hitch and your eyes widen
- you rise from your seat on the log and start to splutter something, realising by his ruffled expression that he must have found out your not-so-little secret
- before you can make any excuses, Charles has grasped your face and the warmth of his lips are upon yours, very lightly, giving you the opportunity to pull away
- when you don’t, he moves back and swallows
- “Was that alright? I hope I didn’t upset you, but I really wanted to-”
- you grab him by the collar and yank him to your level, kissing him once more and tasting the slightly bittersweet remnants of ground coffee
- “That was more than alright.”
Javier
- he is probably the first one to develop the crush, and Javier is a little unsure how to approach the subject
- he knew he had a thing for you when you were new in camp and Micah started hitting on you; something in his chest just tightened and boiled over, Javier couldn’t stand it
- he knew from that point on that he had to act on his feelings, your shyness not giving away whether you were blushing at his compliments or just blushing from embarrassment
- however, he’s absolutely determined to learn your language, to speak “shy”
- Javier observes you closely, trying to pull apart the difference between your flustered reactions to the other camp members as opposed to himself
- the looming memory of Micah flirting with you, however, spurs him on to approach you
- the way you stammer and stutter is so endearing to Javier, he tries to hide his appreciative smiles behind his hand or a cough when you’re around
- it’s something in the way you seem to melt around him, it makes him soften and feel the surging desire to protect you
- unaware of his planning or reciprocated feelings, you carry on as normal
- staring after him with doe eyes, making little scribbles of his likeness in your book, daydreaming how those lips would feel when...
- “Amor, would you take a walk with me?”
- it’s a bit awkward at first, but your shaking limbs manage to keep pace and your sweating palm slowly finds itself on Javier’s arm
- he notices this very quickly, shooting you a side glance and a lopsided doting smile
- in the time it takes to reach the nearby stream, you have both relaxed a little and the hand on his arm turns into your arms interlocked as he guides you
- rather abruptly, Javier comes to a stop where the trees disperse and the soft earth is instead interspersed with colourful flowers along the stream’s edge
- “y/n, I wanted to say I, uh, I care about you.”
- “Me too! I mean, for you, ah, that came out wrong!”
- the air is filled with the warmth of laughter and the glow of your cheeks as Javier pulls you close to his side the enjoy the beautiful surroundings
