rdr2 drabble 🤤 when you cry during sex but because you missed them
arthur's hips stilled when he heard your sniffles. immediately knew something was up from the beginning since you were acting more shy than usual. he also is worried he did something wrong. when you tell him it's just because you missed him, he places your hand on his heart the rest of the night so you can hear it beating for you, beating faster when your moan his name, and beating slower during the calm after coming.
charles is usually slower-paced, so he knows you're not crying because you're overstimulated. he completely stops and asks if you're okay, cupping your face in his hands and brushing away tears with his thumbs. after you tell him it's because you missed him, he'll press the softest kiss to your lips and press his forehead against yours, promising he'll never really be away from you, because his heart will always belong to you.
john is frantic whenever you returns from you, so you'll already be misty eyed. it's when his hand finds yours that you cry real tears. john doesn't even notice until he doesn't hear you moaning as frequently. you'll kiss him, tell him you missed him greatly, and that's enough to make his heart hurt. he tries to be gentle the rest of the night, to savor the time he has with you, but you can see his desperation through the way his hands have the bedroll balled into his fists.
javier is already sappy and mellow during sex, whispering in your ear and trailing soft kisses down the side of your neck. he notices your damp skin first when he goes down to press a kiss to your jaw. he pulls back and immediately cradles your face, wiping your tears away. he's relieved to hear it's only because you missed him, but that introduces a new fear: his lover being lonely. javier swears he won't keep you waiting like that ever again. he promises he'll always make it back to his home: you.
bill is a nervous wreck already, afraid he's doing something wrong even if you've both slept together a billion times before. so when he hears your shaky exhales, he pulls out completely. he can't wrap his head around the fact that your tears are for him. he doesn't deserve them. and when he hears the reason behind them, he gets even more confused. you? missing him? bill's so grateful to have someone as sweet as you in his life, and he shows his gratitude by fucking you deep until you fall asleep in his arms.
micah had heard your tears during sex a bunch of times before because he loves to overstimulate you. but he could tell you weren't enjoying yourself. and if you weren't enjoying yourself, then deep down, micah can't either. he scoffs when you tell him you're crying because you missed him. he doesn't want to believe you, but he knows you're dumb enough to miss an asshole like him. (his words, not mine) but micah watches you shed real tears over him, and it has his eyes softening. you get a glimpse at his vulnerability as he gently wipes a few tears from your wet cheek and grumbles that you shut up.
sean spends his whole life making jokes, so it doesn't magically stop during sex. you're both drunk after celebrating his return from almost getting hung. he can hear your gasps for air between sobs as his face is pressed against your throat. sean tries to lighten the mood by joking, but you don't budge. his smile falters, asking if you're really crying. when you tell him it's because you missed him, he can feel his heart beating faster. it flusters him immensely, and he has to kiss you so you don't say anything else that might make his throat feel tighter. he fucks you harder than before, and you swear you can hear the faint whispers when he presses his face to your shoulder that are pledges to be better for you.
dutch doesn’t have time to make love often, so it’s usually very intimate and special—plus, with the extended time you hadn’t seen him. it was the first time in a while that dutch was caught off guard. almost like in shock that you are crying over him. not only does it lwky give him an ego boost, but it makes him feel sick with guilt. which he also wasn’t used to feeling. he doesn’t even try to pull his physiological bullshit. just quietly reassures you as he thrusts into slow and deep. i also imagine he calls you a lot more petnames as soon as you tell him you missed him, probably to butter you up to make you forget about why you were sad in the first place.
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.
I hope you enjoy :D
Arthur:
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.
John:
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:
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.
Micah:
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.
Charles:
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.
Javier:
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:
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.
Kieran:
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.
Hosea:
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.”
RDR2 Headcanons: They confess to you when they‘re drunk
>gn!Reader, slight mentions of nsfw at Micahs part
> Characters: Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, Sean Macguire, Bill Williamson, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Colm O‘Driscoll
[actually kinda like the prompt for Micah, would you be interested in a oneshot with that idea?]
Arthur Morgan
It was rare for you to see Arthur like this. Sure, you had seen him drunk before, but nothing compared to this.
You went to the saloon together, just wanting a few drinks.
Then you lost him and when you found him again, he was laughing his ass off about nothing in particular. You giggled and laughed with him, confused at his current state.
When he recognized you, he wrapped his arms around you, as if he feared you might go away otherwise.
“There you areeeee. Been missin‘ ya, can‘t jus‘ go away like thiiss.”
He was clearly drunk so you didn‘t pay his words or their meaning too much mind at that time.
After some troubles off getting this big man to move, you finally made it to your horses again.
You had to put him on the back of your horse, as he wouldn‘t have been able to stay on his own.
He nuzzled his head into the back of your shoulder while you rode. When he spoke again, his words were little more than slurred mumbles.
“‘m sorryy, i‘m a- a fool, I know… you‘re so… good to me… I think… I’m in love with ya… Yes, definetly in love…”
You had trouble concentrating on the road when he said that. Did he… mean it?
Will cling even more to you after his confession. When he sobers up and you bring it up, he will be a little emberrassed to have acted like that around you. But he still stands up to what he said.
Swears to himself to never drink that much again though.
Javier Escuella
It started with Javier, Micah and you just chatting casually at the poker table.
A few hours and drinks in, you still sat at the table, although a little bit more tipsy than before
You laughed at something Micah said, too drunk to mind the man you usually despised. Javier had a visibly good time too, his cheeks got a little color from the alcohol already. You also thought you noticed him looking at you more often and laughing louder at your jokes, but you were convinced that you just imagined it due to the liquor.
After Micah had wandered off, it was only you and Javier. He became quieter, leaving the talking to you.
“Hey, are you still listening?”, you asked after he seemingly zoned off. He blinked a few times, then smiled stupidly.
“Anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?”
You got taken aback by his question a little. Before you could ask him why he‘d ask you that, he talked again.
“You know, I‘ve thought that for a while now. I think I like you. I mean- really like you.”
You‘re too shocked to say anything, but Javier doesn‘t mind. He slowly takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips. He presses a soft kiss to it, mumbeling sweet nothings to your skin.
“Been sweet on you for a while…”
He‘d continue to smile, while you sat there speechless. If you don‘t reject him, he‘ll be the happiest man alive. When he‘s sober again he‘d plan a little date to ask you properly again.
Sean Macguire
A true Irish can‘t be really drunk, at least that‘s what you thought. Sean could be seen so often with a bottle in his hand, that you didn‘t even realize when he had one too many.
He‘d be the type of person to drink for some courage. So when he comes up to you, he gets straight to the point.
“Hey! I‘ve been thinkin‘… why don‘t ya marry me, eh?”
He speaks with about as much confidence as always but his legs are shaking and on the inside he‘s a nervous wreck. But that boy‘s dedicated.
So even when you laugh it off as one of his jokes at first, saying he never means it when he says it, he‘ll be motivated to show you right there and then how much he means it.
If you‘d let him, he‘d take your hands in his. He‘d tell you how he hasn‘t been able to think about much else these past few months than you. How you‘re not just a dear friend or someone he‘d like in bed, but someone who really makes his heart beat.
If you‘re still not convinced, he‘d move a hand to your cheek. His kiss would be a bit sloppy, but that boy has his experience. It leaves both of you breathless, and when you tell him, that you like him the same, he‘d be baffeled for a second.
He hadn‘t had any real hopes, that you‘d say yes. But once it reaches his drunk brain, he‘ll hug you laughing, acting more like a happy golden retriever (which he is anyways) than anything else.
In the morning, first thing he does is go up to you and ask if last night was real (Because he has been dreaming about this moment for quite a while now).
Bill Williamson
When he’s drunk, he becomes both more emotional and more offensive.
You were minding your business, sitting somewhere in camp, when suddenly Bill came around with a bottle in hand and sat next to you.
He‘d try talking with you, just starting a conversation. After some time, he‘d be more quiet, playing with his fingers.
He‘s thinking of if it‘d be stupid to tell you. Doesn‘t matter how much he knows, likes, or respects you, he always has the fear of not being accepted deep within.
You noticed how he became quieter after a while, so you lightly touched his knee to get his attention. When he looked up again, he got met with your concerned expression.
“I‘m fine. I don‘t need someone making a fuss about me. As if any of you‘d even care!”, he said as he took another sip from his bottle.
Most people would be annoyed by his behavior, but you just sighed and told him with a smile, that he can tell you anything and you‘d listen.
He would be really suprised by your offer. Not like anyone has made him such an offer, like- ever. At first he‘d laugh it off and call you ridiculous.
Then after some time he‘d ask, if he could tell you anything.
“Well- I… thank you… f-for caring.”
He‘d curse himself for his stuttering. But he was already too drunk to stop neither the stutter nor the words that were already coming out.
“You‘re a good friend… very good one. I… like you- as a friend!”
He propably wouldn‘t really admit it at first, but he was always so obvious. He never said anything kind to anyone, so you‘d know, what he means. After you told him that you love him, he‘d be completly in denial that someone like you could love him. But after many more reassurences, he believes it. He‘s completely baffeled.
(If you‘re alone, he hugs you and thanks you, for not hating him. He maybe even cries, which just shows how much he loves and cares for you, since he hasn‘t cried since the civil war.)
Kieran Duffy
That man never gets drunk except one time: Jacks return party. So it‘d be there where it happens.
He‘d propably be the only one who doesn‘t need to drink for courage. He‘d also confess when he‘s sober, if you and the rest of the gang accepted him enough already.
You found him wandering around. He swayed on his legs and you catched him just before he fell.
“Oh boy… I really am drunk.”, he chuckles.
You think he‘s really cute like this. Giggeling and laughing more. Just being overall more relaxed.
You carried him to his bedroll, when suddenly he wraps his arms around your middle.
“Ya know, i‘ve been sweet on ya fer a while… didn‘t know if you‘d kill me if I told ya, but I don‘t think that now…”
His words would be nuzzled into the crook of your neck, tickling you.
You‘d ask him if he really meant it, but he‘d already be blacked out by the time you do.
When he‘s sober again, he‘s confused when you tell him what happened. He can‘t remember and it‘s really emberassing for him. He apologieses a hundred times, before you tell him with a little kiss to the cheek, that you love him too.
His face is RED after the kiss, but he‘ll invite you to a little fishing trip anyways.
Micah Bell
He constantly hits on pretty much every woman in camp, but he stopped that when he realized he got feelings for you. Real feelings not just wanting you in bed.
He‘d try to charm you up similar to how he speaks with Grimshaw or Mary-Beth. But you‘d think he just wanted to fuck you, so you never really paid much mind to him, rejecting him as often and as quickly as you had to.
But Micah stayed persistent.
One evening, the gang settled around the camp fire, drinking and chatting. Somehow you ended up next to Micah, but suprisingly, he was rather quiet for the night.
After a while you got up to relieve yourself. When you were done and returning back to the others, Micah suddenly stepped in your way.
“What is it with you, always rejecting me, mh?”
He was a little unsteady on his legs, you noticed. You tried to tell him off again, but he only stepped closer to you.
“Thinking you‘re better than me?”
You could feel your heart beating at how close he was. You shook your head and told him that you knew that he only wanted to fuck you. Besides, you had seen him flirting with Karen just the other day.
“That girl ain‘t nothing to you darlin‘… how ‘bout you jus‘ give me one chance, hm cowpoke?”
You‘re still unsure. When you tell him that, he completly closes the gap between you. In one quick motion, he pulls you closer by your waist and presses his lips against yours.
Your first instinct was to push him off, but then you noticed how gentle his kiss was. Not demanding, not hungry, just a gentle kiss.
When you both pulled away, Micah had a small grin on his lips.
“So… ya ready to give me a chance now?”
Colm O‘Driscoll
After a successful heist, the O‘Driscolls were drinking once again.
While most of the gang was either in town with a whore or drinking arround the camp fire, you and Colm had settled in the cabin he claimed as his own. He asked you all kind of questions about the heist, and together you were already planning the next one.
At some point however, you started talking about yourselfes more.
“You always been a good gun ta me. Following orders, bein‘ reliable, not like the bunch of idiots out there.”
You laughed a little. Colm noticed and grinned back at you.
Then he suddenly stood up from the table and walked around to your chair. He supported himself by placing his hands on the armrests of your chair, effectively trapping you were you were sitting.
“Gotta be one of my most loyal members… I‘ve always been wonderin‘ where that dedication of yours came from…”
He leaned closer and you could tell by now that he was really drunk. Normally that man protected his personal space like a wolf his prey. Colm moved one hand to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing against your lips. His eyes seemed a little unfocused.
“Been wonderin‘ fer a while now, how far that loyalty goes…”
He moved the hand to grap your hair on the back of your head, before pressing his lips on yours.
You didn‘t excpect him to ever really like you in this way, let alone kiss you.
After you two parted he looks at you with an impatient expression. He demands your answer now.
➤ Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Micah Bell, Dutch Van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Josiah Trelawny, Kieran Duffy, Charles Smith, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Molly O’Shea x F!Reader
Note: you ever just pull something out of your ass and it… works?
ARTHUR MORGAN
He can’t help it sometimes. The way he handles his jealousy varies, but most of the time, he would want to bottle it up - thinking it’s a silly thing. You weren’t making him jealous, he knows that. He’s making himself, due to the severe lack of self-esteem he has.
At first, the man would watch silently, observing how happy you looked. Sure, he could use some attention, too — he thinks, but there isn’t any harm with you having fun. Although the man can’t help but frown at the sight.
He doesn’t want to confront you. If he ever decides to stop watching you like a hawk — he would stand beside you and flash a raised eyebrow. “Hey, honey.”
“Who… ya talkin’ to?”
It’s pretty obvious, even though he likes to believe it isn’t.
JOHN MARSTON
He notices your prolonged attention and time spent with someone, and he doesn’t mind — at first. He convinces himself you’ll stop soon, and you’ll be left alone. But it doesn’t.
He spends the whole day sulking, trying to do other things, but his thoughts still linger. He wishes it was him, why couldn’t it just be him? He was right there.
The man, who tries to talk, is kind of stubborn. “Think that’s enough, talkin’ to my wife.” He states simply. But there’s something deeper within his words.
He has a stupid-looking scowl on his face, whispering to himself and crossing his arms. “I don’t like how he’s lookin’ at ya.”
MICAH BELL
He won’t admit it — but under that façade of not caring, there’s a sliver of it under his thick skin. But he wouldn’t act on it, no, you could do whatever the hell you wanted.
He’s quiet, like always, but a little bit more this time, looking at you with simple glances occasionally as he sharpens his knife. The man lets out a groan of pain when he accidentally cuts himself. “Great.” And he realizes, he won’t stop thinking about it, will he?
“Who were ya talking to?” He asks. When you ask him why, he avoids the question. “No reason.”
He’ll never admit he gets jealous, however, his tense mood looms over wherever he goes.
DUTCH VAN DER LINDE
When Dutch is jealous, he’s jealous. A marathon of thoughts run in his mind like a train. Why would she be smiling and laughing with another man’s presence, rather than his? No, it’s unacceptable.
The man approaches you immediately. No time for dilly-dallying, and he just can’t take in the sight. “Wat’cha doin’, sweetheart?” There’s something amusing about the way he’s placed a hand on your hip, trying his best to be able to smile, at least.
Dutch who doesn’t really explain why he’s acting this way, but it’s obvious with his actions alone, taking you away for himself and his attention all on you.
HOSEA MATTHEWS
He knows and trusts you enough not to get jealous. He knows you love him as much as he does. Although, maybe, in his most vulnerable times, he does — just once.
He looks at you from afar, with an uncertain look in his face. He’s gotten a little uneasy, sipping a cup of coffee that doesn’t even taste like anything. He tries to read newspaper, but the words just look like gibberish. The man shakes his head, how silly of him. He hasn’t felt this in a while.
He waits until the end of the day, trying his best to shake the feeling off. But it doesn’t, and you notice. “Can you believe it? I actually got jealous.”
Just kiss him, and he’ll be alright.
CHARLES SMITH
He isn’t jealous, he convinces himself. But there’s something about it. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like feeling this way — after all, he knows you were merely talking withs someone else.
Someone else who isn’t him.
He shakes the thought off. You’ll later find Charles oddly pushing himself with hunting and chores, glistening in sweat and heat.
He’ll be quiet, at first, when asked — appearing calm. But his thoughts are the complete opposite. It doesn’t take a genius to realize his inner turmoil.
He’ll tell you the truth, though. He always does. He just needs a little reassurance.
JAVIER ESCUELLA
It’s hard to mask his jealousy when his face uncontrollably grimaces. He’s upset, walking around, in a bad mood. He’ll tie his hair messily. He’ll strum the strings of his guitar with irritation. He’ll twist the pegs, completely absent-minded, trying to tune it, as the string snaps directly on his nose bridge.
He curses under his breath. He gets up, holds your hand tightly, and leads you away, without explanation.
“I’m jealous.” He says, blood running down his nose. “And I’ve made it obvious, you know.” Javier looks like a wet cat.
“What was so important with him, anyway?” He asks, with a scoff. He’s trying to act tough, but he’s currently got himself buried in your arms, with a bandage on his nose.
SEAN MACGUIRE
There’s no one more dramatic than him. A day without interaction would, and does drive him crazy — if he already isn’t. A jealous Sean jokes around, teases you, tries to get your attention. This trick usually works.
But it doesn’t, today. He’s walking, following you around, watching you talk to everyone except him. Times are busy, he’s afraid, you’ll find someone else who’s better than him.
For once, he’s a little serious. Nervous, on his toes. He’s murmuring, and laughing awkwardly as he stands there. “Me? Jealous? No, no. I don’t get jealous, hah.”
“I am…”
LENNY SUMMERS
He’s had his hands tucked in his pockets for a while now, trying to understand what he was feeling, exactly. He waited around, kicking some rocks. He didn’t want to seem upset, but he was. No doubt.
Poor boy. Lenny doesn’t want to say anything, he doesn’t want to talk to you about it. He didn’t want to seem selfish, or come off in that way. But he couldn’t stop stealing glances at your figure, his thoughts may as well eating him up alive.
His actions are off — uncoordinated, distracted, thinking endlessly. He can’t help it. “Are you busy?”
His jealousy is silent, but not towards you, specifically. He’ll open up, when he’s holding your hands tenderly, but won’t reveal the thoughts of uncertainty that once skipped in his mind.
KIERAN DUFFY
It’d be hard for him to accept the fact that he’s jealous. He’ll deny himself most of the time. But he was, and he knew it. He’d been brushing Branwen’s mane for about fifteen minutes now, unable to tear his eyes away.
He’s not sure what he’s doing, exactly, when he coughs behind you and looks at whoever you were with. “Hey, ah… Who’s this?”
For now, he’ll have to push away his own needs, and he understands that. But he’ll be beside you, curling his fingers between yours, interlocking it tightly.
JOSIAH TRELAWNY
There’s enough confidence in him to reassure himself and let you be, most of the time. Although that doesn’t mean he’s not needy. That, he will be.
There’s a loneliness that creeps up his chest when he isn’t with you, when he’s away. He’ll think about you. Trelawny squints his eyes at the person in front of you, taking a bit too much of your time for his liking. As he says, it ‘pains him not being near you.’
“My dear, why don’t we go ahead now?” He coos sweetly. He’s trying his hard, and his best, to be cute. He grins when he wins, celebrating like a child and taking your hand in his.
SADIE ADLER
It’s not often she’ll get envious, while it is easy to provoke her. She’ll say a word, or two, or a few sentences — when it’s needed.
She’ll cock a brow, place a hand on her hip as she watches for a moment. Maybe she’ll wait a staggering one minute before she goes and joins the conversation. The woman smiles at you, and asks. “Hey, honey. Who’re you talking to?” And look at the man in front of you with a now neutral expression. She has no interest, whatsoever, only to you.
“Well, we really have to go now, sir. Surely ya won’t mind if I take her back, right? I know ya won’t. ‘Cause she ain’t yours.” It’s hard to prevent whatever spews out of her mouth.
KAREN JONES
“So yer gonna talk to her the whole night, that it?” You hear from behind you, Karen says to who you’re talking to. It’s not common for her to get jealous, but she’ll let you know. It’s a little scary, really, the way she can be so blunt.
Expect her to be, initially, in a not so bright mood.
Maybe she’ll even drink a bottle or two, in nights without you beside her. Jealousy’s a nasty thing, and she tries to keep in check. Her tongue is loose, though, she can’t do much about it.
MARYBETH GASKILL
She’s been peeking, looking around who you were with the past hour. The book in her hands, suddenly becomes a little harder to read. She wants to talk to you, be with you — but that apparently can’t be done.
She’ll come to you, a little shy, smiling a little. “Who’re you talking to, [Reader]?” Pretty please will you go and talk to me instead? It’s written all over her face. She doesn’t really understand why not, you see.
It’s not along before you’re eventually dragged away. Sometimes you don’t even notice. She’s sneaky like that, has a penchant for averting your attention to her. Although with good intention.
MOLLY O’SHEA
She understands, you’re a busy person. And that means you lend a lot of time to other people, and talk to them, and go with them. Your attention, love, and care has always been enough for her. But she always thinks, and thinks.
Molly notices the little things. The way your body is close, the way your elbows and hands slightly brush against some people. It upsets her to an extent where you’ll find her huddled away, just waiting for you to visit her.
“It’s nothing.” But she’ll crack the next moment and tell you all about how she’s been lonely, and how she missed you. “Do you still love me? I do.”
Tell her you do. All she needs is a little reassurance.
Reader finds herself intertwined in the VDL gang after saving some of their members.
There must be something in the air, because everyone seems entranced by her...
content warning: f reader, smut MDNI, like seriously this is pure filth, ur fuckin the whole gang, every position every location, will add more as it goes along x
ongoing...
Prologue
I - gratitude - dutch van der linde
II - relief - john marston
III - ecstasy - sean macguire
IV - solace - javier escuella
V - yearning - arthur morgan
VI - favour - charles smith
VII - embrace - hosea matthews
VIII - confusion - bill williamson
IX - gentle - kieran duffy
X - loathing - micah bell
XI - whimsical - josiah trelawny
XII -synergy - arthur morgan & charles smith
XIII - romantic - mary-beth gaskill
XIV - liaison - dutch van der linde & hosea matthews
XV - absolution - sadie adler
I’m taking creative liberties because, even having played the game, the timeline confuses me.
Jack doesn't exist because he is a tiny being and shouldn't be featured in a filthy story like this, in any way. Abigail does exist but isn't apart of this story, only mentioned briefly. Molly isn't here to protect her and my peace x
Just some headcanons about some problems you might run into with the rdr2 men! But don't take it too seriously, my dear reader, because I firmly believe that they'd be the best version of themselves for the love of their life (you)
Tags: no pronouns for you/reader, slight angst, spoilers for both games
It's no secret that Arthur lives and breathes for the gang and this wouldn't be the first relationship to get compromised by his strong sense of loyalty. Deep inside, he knows it isn't quite right of him, but he's also way too stubborn to face it. In his eyes, this is just the way he is and if you can't accept it then there's no future for the two of you. In a journal entry about Mary, he says that it was never meant to be, because both of them didn't want to give up their lives. It's highly likely he'd think the same about your relationship. You'd always come second.
Finding something for Charles was quite the challenge at first, but then I remembered that one camp interaction where he talks about feeling like he's here to feel pain and hurt. So that makes me believe that he'd carry that strong feeling into relationships too, making him almost paranoid. He'd enter this thing convinced that he's going to fuck it up and hurt you eventually and that plays a big role in arguments and disagreement. If it's something serious he's done, he might turn his back towards the relationship, just because, in his eyes, he can't fix, only break.
John changes a lot throughout both games, but there's always a common theme that is sometimes obvious and other times not. He's inconsistent in almost every connection, from rdr2 where he left the gang for a year to rdr1 when Jack points out that he's often times than not, not even around. In your relationship with him, that would be a big thing too. Depending on his mood, he'd be the most wonderful partner and going above and beyond for you, but other times it feels like there's a huge rift in between and he barely lifts a finger.
At first I thought that with Javier, it would be something similar like with Arthur, but I simply can't see him putting you second. But what I do see is how two different believes and views can make this relationship crowded. We've seen it in chapter 6, where he almost refuses to hear anyone out, who's opposing Dutch. If you question his principles, choices, the foundation he built when joining the gang, he'd see it as betrayal. No, he won't hear you out, but he'll argue until the end of time to have you share his opinion.
If I talk about everything that would go wrong in a relationship with Micah, the post would be too long and Tumblr's servers would break down. So I settled with the most glaring and obvious thing, which is that he would have zero respect for you. And I'm talking about thoughts, feelings and well-being. To him, Micah comes first, money second and then whatever is at an arm's length reach and giving him the most advantage. He's no caring or soft partner, but he knows exactly when the time is to shine to keep you from leaving.
There's a lot wrong with Dutch as well, but I narrowed it down to one thing with him as well. It's consistent and we see it with many other characters and if we don't see it, they drop hints about it. He goes back and forth with his affection and it all depends on how much you're worth or how much you're bringing to the table. As a valuable member of the gang, he'd sing your praises until his throat grows sore and lift your into the sky until his arms become tired. Once you're of no real use, a glance is all he can spare.
