Dutch - He's taken back by your bold statement, eyes going wide and cheeks becoming blushed. "Not right now, I don't," Dutch attempts to confidently reply, but there's a soft stutter and crack to his voice. His brows quickly furrow, and he attempts to tell you "I know you're only saying that to try and get the upper hand, and I assure you, it's not going to work!" Dutch can't take the argument seriously after that, and quick tells you "this conversation is done!" before storming off, tail between his legs.
Arthur - "W-what?!" Arthur stutters as he straightens his back. He shakes his head, leaning closer to you, and replies "don't you try that shit with me right now, I ain't lettin' you distract me." His words are firm, husk, deep, and he points his finger at you as he speaks. Low honour Arthur would probably chuckle at the end, raising his brow flirtatiously. High honour Arthur attempts to stand his grown, to not let you get the upper hand in this argument through your flirtatious comment. Either way, Arthur knows you've won, and soon excuses himself shortly after.
John - "Oh very funny," John huffs as he rolls his eyes, shaking his head at the same time. "I could say the same thing about you," he attempts to defend himself, but he can no longer meet your gaze. He's internally fighting with himself, trying to puff his chest out and stand tall, showing you that your comment hasn't affected him, but his eyes continue to trail away, and he occasionally dips his head, only to raise it again seconds later. "You know what? this conversation is done," John decides, and storms off to pout by himself.
Charles - He may be described as a serious man, but he looks genuinely surprised when you confidently say that line. He pulls his act back together, standing tall, and tells you "c'mon, be serious. Don't try and pull that on me, not right now," in a tone that feels like he's lecturing you. Yes, his cheeks are turning red, but he has enough self-control to stop himself from showing you what your comment has done to him. Charles soon decides he's had enough, and says "we can finish talking when you learn to behave," before walking away.
Javier - Javier lets out a chuckle, shaking his head as he places his hands on his hips. "I could say the same thing about you," he boldly replies, raising a brow and watching your reaction as he attempts to flip the argument around. Regardless of your reaction, Javier's going to reply "see, I knew it," with a cocky smile. "You could just ask, you know?" he says with his hands open, taking a step closer to you. Oh, he knows exactly how to spin things around, so you better have something good up your sleeve to get yourself out of this situation.
Sean - He lets out his generic laugh as he puts his hands on his hips, standing tall, attempting to push his chest out. "Maybe I do, what of it?" he shrugs, pretending like your comment hasn't made his mind go blank. He eventually has to ask "what were we arguin' about again?" because he's honestly forgotten, and decides the argument isn't worth it, because "I have a much better idea on what we can argue about, but we'll have to use our mouths instead of words, hehe."
Kieran - This man turns ghost white, spooked like a deer in the headlights. He runs your comment through his mind a few more times, just to ensure that you really did just say that, and quietly stutters "w-what?" until you repeat yourself. "No I... well... look, just leave me alone, alright?!" Kieran pouts, and practically runs off. He has no problem standing up to people, but how is he meant to weave his way out of this one? without admitting that maybe he does want to kiss you?
Bill - Oh no, poor Bill is going to turn white and pink at the same time; he's in pure shock, but there's blood rushing to his cheeks at the thought of kissing you. "W-wha... no you... don't you try and..." Bill stutters. He bunches up his fists as he looks away, brows furrowed, and he's now slightly sweating from his newly curious thoughts. He quickly turns heel and runs away, grumbling a handful of incoherent sentences beneath his breath.
Micah - This man is going to laugh, a deep, drawn out chuckle as he shakes his head at the same time. "And I can tell that you do too, so why don't we get this over and done with?" he suggests, taking a step closer to you, and looking at you through half-lidded eyes. Flirting with Micah only means you're inviting him in, and the only way he's going to back down now is if you begin hurling insults at him. "See, you ain't denying it," Micah chuckles again, resting his hands on his gun belt, and patiently awaiting your reply.
Summary: You recover from your first job with Javier.
Notes: this is another long chapter frick I’m sorry, this had been mostly written for days but here it is at last.
warnings: blood/guns?? SFW as always yall
word count: 2093
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There was a loud thud of a body hitting the floor as the smoke cleared. You stared at the stranger you had just shot, shock taking over for a second that dragged on for an age. He didn’t die right away, and his co-workers wailed in terror while he writhed in pain. “fuck.” This was the best word you could come up with to summarize your current emotions. There was so much more blood than you thought there would be, his expensive tailored waistcoat soaking up all that red. That was a close one. It could have been you shot, or Javier. Oh christ, Javier. You whipped your head round to check on him.
“Mierda!” The victim’s gun had gone off as he went down but the bullet had thankfully only grazed Javier’s arm. Still not exactly how you wanted your first job to go.
“Javier!” you rushed to his side carelessly, anyone would think the bullet had hit his chest the way panic saturated your words.
“I’m fine, I’m fine!” he whistled for the horses hastily. Those gunshots had drawn too much attention and anyone nearby would of heard it, you needed to move and fast. Both the driver and the passengers were too busy cowering to even dare try and attack either of you again and they didn’t move from their position, whimpering by the corpse of the man you’d shot when you snatched all the cash from the lockbox and crammed it into your saddlebags. “We need to move.” Javier pressed and you quickly mounted up and followed his lead. The thundering of the horse’s hooves matching the thundering in your chest as white-hot adrenaline coursed through your veins. It felt almost euphoric, or at least it would if you weren’t so worked up about Javier and about that man you’d gunned down.
The both of you bolted from the scene before anyone could so much as investigate, never mind alert the authorities, so it was safe to say you weren’t followed but that didn’t stop you from taking the long way back to camp. As soon as you were out of sight of passer-by and into the trees outside horseshoe overlook, you came tearing off your horse to his aid. “Let me see! That moron, I saw him reaching for his gun and I just-“ you cut yourself off mid-sentence and shook your head, as if trying to shake the thoughts out of your mind. He dismounted slowly, ready to insist he was perfectly fine until you caught him off guard again. Oh, so carefully you took his arm to examine the small wound, your touch as gentle as ever. Javier had been through a lot in his life, far too much as had most members of the Van Der Linde gang, but people were rarely so concerned for him. As long as he wasn’t dead it didn’t matter, you kept moving forward. “I’m sorry you got hurt because of me. It looks like it hurts.” The guilt of it all hit you and the weight of it was crushing.
“I’m fine, Just a scratch. We got away, you got the money, right?” this was of more importance than him, at least that was the way it always had been. The life of an outlaw, life as one of Dutch’s boys. It was dangerous but that was how it was for him, he wouldn’t even concern himself with a near miss like this for a second. Still, he didn’t pull away when you took his arm, it felt nice for someone to be so tender.
“I’m so sorry. This is my fault, you could have been really hurt, or killed!” You frowned as you looked at the blood on his shirt. It was really true when you said you wanted your first job to be with him because he was your favourite, you trusted him after only a few short weeks and that was rare in this life.
He looked at you, it was obvious you were upset, and he didn’t want you feeling so terrible over something so silly. He rested his free hand over yours, it lingered there for a moment before he spoke “I’m really okay, y/n.” he smiled at you, moving his hand to gently tilt your head towards him to press a kiss to your forehead. He had acted on impulse, he wanted to make you feel better. Normally if he flirted it was all just a little game to make you blush, and normally because he was drunk and had a soft spot for you, but this was just kindness. Maybe that wasn’t the most obvious trait Javier displayed but he had a good heart just as you thought you did and this small gesture made that weight much less heavy.
“no nicknames? Now I know it’s serious.” You joked and he smiled, you felt better when he smiled. You hesitated for only a second before wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He laughed a little and wrapped his unscathed arm around you. You had a spark about you, enough grit to survive but enough heart to not be warped by all this.
“Javier? y/n? you finally back?” You heard Bills voice and pulled away, a little sheepish as you looked at him, wandering out here for guard duty. “oh, am I interruptin’?” he spoke mockingly, and you were surprised he was even intelligent enough to mock anyone.
“we’re back.” You responded flatly, taking your horses reins to lead her back to camp. Bill tried to give Javier a knowing look but much to his dismay he was ignored.
Of course, when you arrived back in camp Dutch wanted to know how it had gone and you handed over half of the money just as you were told. He didn’t ask anything else once the money was in the box. He didn’t even ask why there was blood on Javier’s shirt. Upon arrival into this gang you had wondered why people did whatever Dutch said but already you noticed that you were doing the same. He spoke so confidently, every word that slipped past his silver tongue was dripping with charisma and you did as he asked without even stopping to think whether or not it was a good idea.
Javier was ready to leave and volunteer for guard duty again before you stopped him, taking his good arm and pulling him back towards you “hey, come.” You dragged him along to one of the tables and he reluctantly obliged, bewildered as he may be. “let me see,” you waited expectedly, and he stared back at you blankly. “what? You want it to get infected? You want to lose that arm?” you’d had your moment of weakness, but you were concerned for him now. Harmless as it may be this injury surely hurt. “so let me see.”
“so you want me to take my shirt off?” he looked bemused still, not expecting his own personal doctor over this tiny injury.
“don’t get shy on me now. I promise not to faint.” You quipped, skimming through the exceedingly lacking medical supplies you’d found once you’d paid your pound of flesh you owed to this gang into the chest, but you wouldn’t need much. The wound was minor, just a scratch as he said but you took your responsibility for it.
He glanced around camp, not many people were around anyways, it was early afternoon and the sun was still high in the sky. Most people were out at this hour. “Well if you really insist Chiquita. Do your worst.” He slipped off his shirt to give you access to the small would on his left arm.
Your eyes drifted down to his body for a moment, you couldn’t help yourself, but you tried to keep your focus on the task at hand. You noticed a few more scars on his body that were previously hidden under his clothes and pondered how he got them all.
You looked at the small gash and dabbed alcohol on it as gently as you could but he still sucked in air through his teeth, he was pretty sure this was more painful than leaving it to get infected but he went against instinct to keep his arm still to humour you.
“sorry,” you apologised when he flinched, easing off to give him a moment to adjust before continuing on. You were no doctor, but you knew to keep wounds clean and covered so that’s what you did. He watched you closely, not accustomed to this attention but enjoying your touch and observing the focus on your face until you were done and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. “I guess now I owe you two, once for this mess and again for saving me up on that mountain.”
“that was Dutch,” Javier corrected you, he had happened to be the one to find you but around here Dutch was boss, he was the one who allowed you to stay. He was quite sure that he was the reason you stayed too, Dutch was the glue that kept everyone together and there wasn’t a man or woman here who didn’t trust him with their life.
“I don’t think so. Besides, you’ve been kind to me since I arrived.” you spent more time with him than anyone, something about him drew you to him right away. “I mean, every person here has been nice to me. Other than maybe Micah but I don’t think he has a kind bone in his body.”
“ah, Micah doesn’t count as a person.” He joked as he slipped his shirt back on and pulled out cigarette paper to begin carefully rolling a cigarette. He gave you a sideways glance as he did “y/n? Today…was that the first time you shot someone?” when he asked you this your smile quickly vanished which almost made him regret asking.
He was too blunt, and you stammered in your response. “uh…yeah. First time killing someone at least.” You looked down at his hands fiddling with the cigarette paper to avoid the steady gaze of his deep brown eyes. Killing was something he was perfectly accustomed to but as he looked over to see you shuffling uncomfortably in your seat, he realised that was not the case for you. He offered you the neatly rolled cigarette as if that would be helpful now but you shook your head and he set it aside.
“are you alright?” a stupid question really but what else was he to say? He could hardly remember what it was like to kill for the first time.
“I’m alright.” You were lying really but you’d get used to it. Everyone else already had after all.
“you know he would of shot me if you hadn’t shot him. You shouldn’t feel guilty.” He offered, watching you carefully still as if he was worried you might break. You had been rather fragile when you had arrived back at camp.
“I know.” You paused, not wanting to talk about this despite Javier’s good intentions to console you, “why are you looking at me like that? You gonna kiss me again?” your smile was just a little less bright after that particular topic had been discussed but you couldn’t resist throwing this back at him again and it made him laugh as he lit up his cigarette.
“maybe I will, Princesa. Would it make you feel better? I can if you really want me to.” he took a deep drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke slowly. You felt yourself blushing a little and turned your face away.
“you wish,” you were still lying but you at least managed to play off your reaction as a dramatic eyeroll. Javier laughed as he took another drag of his cigarette. You’d never liked the smell of tobacco before but on him you did. “next time I should go out alone,” you announced after a few seconds of admiring the man in front of you. “then I won’t get anyone hurt.”
“no.” he replied too quickly “no. That’s too dangerous. Dutch wouldn’t allow it. If you want to go out again come find me.” He was uncertain if he used Dutch as an excuse, either to save face and not embarrass himself in front of you or to save face and not admit to himself that he liked you more than even he was saying. Either way it didn’t matter, he had signed himself up to stay by your side and you gladly agreed.
Summary: Lenny and his lover spends some quality time together in Valentine. Head over heels for one another, things get heated between the two rather quickly ;)
Word Count: 3.9k
Rating: NSFW/Explicit
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Arms linked, Lenny and I sauntered out of the crowded saloon. It was a lively night in Valentine, a constant stream of interested visitors trotted through on horseback. Fellers loitered outside the stores, laughing and chatting boisterously. Penned pigs squealed, stray dogs panted in the heat, and chimes rung as doors opened. The noise and activity of the teeming little town was disorderly and loud, but not unpleasant. In fact, it was quaint. The people here were unfettered, spirited, and unapologetically free.
Normally, I felt rather small and out of place in the company of strangers, but with Lenny beside me, all my silly fears and insecurities melted away. He escorted me through town in his black brushed cotton vest and matching trousers, his shirt and neckerchief both a pristine white. And god, he looked damn fine too, putting every other man in attendance to shame. Ever so often, the women that crossed our path would stare, sometimes tripping over their own feet as they took in his remarkably handsome face.
But he was all mine, and I made it known to the world by keeping my arm hooked possessively around his. Occasionally rubbing his strong shoulders. Stroking his toned biceps. He’d return the affection by showering my cheeks with tiny, playful kisses as we strolled aimlessly along Valentine’s dirt road. We had no destination in mind, no grand plans, or schedules to keep. We were simply enjoying each other’s company, and I couldn’t have been happier.
Cradling a flask of whiskey to his chest, Lenny took a swig. “See, the saloon wasn’t so bad, right? We ate a full course, top-notch quality meal in absolute peace, undisturbed—no bar fights, and only a few drunken bastards got rowdy and ruined the mood. Usually it’s much worse.”
“We have to keep a low profile,” I muttered. “We’re lucky no one recognized you.”
“Have you forgotten that I am the living embodiment of luck—” He tripped over a rock and tumbled clumsily, landing on his backside with a rough thud.
My heart skipped a beat. “Lenny!” I hovered over him. “Are you okay?”
With the cutest, goofy grin plastered to his face, he patted himself down for injuries. “No broken bones…I’ll live, I reckon.”
His wide, bright smile was contagious. Holding the hem of my flowy skirt, I crouched to his level and surveyed him briefly. Besides being stricken with a bad case of the giggles, he seemed fine. “Of course, you’ll live. You have an obligation to keep breathing, Mr. Summers, ‘cause I wouldn’t last a day without you.”
“Is that so? I guess you’re stuck with me then…forever!” His arms enclosed around my waist, he tugged me to the ground playfully.
“Get off, you silly man!” With a hastily suppressed snicker, I squirmed about in his warm embrace. “Release me!”
“Nooo, you can’t get rid of me—not ever! You’re all mine. Just submit already, woman!” He attacked my cheeks with a frantic rush of kisses.
I smothered a chuckle from the sensation of his beard stubble brushing against my skin, but once he started tickling my sides, my voice rang up a scale and crackled hysterically. Whenever I tried to pull away, he’d draw me right back in, fragrantly fun, carefree, and mischievous despite the dozens of onlookers in our midst.
I tickled him back, and Lenny’s laughter was so jubilant, pure as the Heavens above, childish even despite his adulthood and masculinity. His mirth was like the summer sun and the stars at the peak of dawn. Whenever I heard it, no matter the time of day or weather, the world brightened.
Breathing in his tantalizing, uniquely familiar scent, I nuzzled my nose against his. “I love you.”
Stiffening abruptly, a rush of red stained his cheeks. His voice lowered, quiet and shy. “Hey, you’re making me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. There’s folks around—I’m not blushing, am I?”
“You are. It’s adorable.” I stood and extended a hand to him. “Now get up outta that dirt, silly.”
“C’mere, Sugar.” With a captivating smile, he lured me down to his level once again. He tipped his chin toward the sky. “Look at the stars, ain’t they pretty?”
Pinpoints of silver peeped in and out of the masses of gray clouds overhead. It was going to rain soon. I wiped the dust from my skirt. “You’re ruining my outfit, handsome.”
“What does it matter? I’m just gonna take it off you anyway.” He took another sip of his whiskey.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink, cowboy.”
Music blared from the nearby saloon, a live performance it sounded like. There was clapping and cheering, a soulful feminine voice filled the air, blending in elegantly with the strum of stringed instruments.
Lenny’s brows shot up. “You hear that?”
I nodded. “It sounds lovely.”
He tossed his whiskey aside and rose, lifting me along with him. Taking my hand in his, he preformed a courtly bow, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “My lady, may I have this dance?”
“Dance?” My face heated at the proposal. “H-here?”
“Right here, right now.”
Filled with embarrassed discomfort, I lowered my head. “There’s an awful lot of people around, Lenny.”
“Don’t be scared. We’re in this together. Just focus on me, okay?”
Arms encircling my waist, he anchored me against him, swaying to the music. I was tense and on edge at first, I’ve never danced in public. Let alone in the center of town where just about every neighboring feller, woman, loyal steed, and child could take a gander.
But once his hazel gaze found mine, our bustling surroundings melted away. Hypnotized by the shimmering sparks of gold in the depths of his eyes, all I could see was him. The way his lean body glided with effortless rhythm and fluidity. How his muscles flexed and rippled with every slight movement beneath his shirt. Following his gentle motion, my arms slid around his neck. He was my world, and the moment was ours.
“We coulda done this in the saloon, you know,” I said.
“Maybe,” he mumbled. “I know going to that saloon in particular was my idea, but uh, honestly…I didn’t feel comfortable in there.”
“Why? Did one of those drunkards do something? Say something? I swear, if there are any inbred yokels around here, you just point me in their direction—”
“No, it wasn’t that.” He gave a shaky laugh. “Every fella in there was eyeballing you. It ain’t no crime to look but…” His voice trailed off.
I frowned. “I didn’t notice anyone was staring, I’m sorry—”
“Hey, don’t apologize for being the prettiest girl in town. You got all the women in the West green with envy and the fellas? They salivate over you like a pack of rabid dogs after a bone. And regardless of all that, you chose me. Feels like a dream. The best damn dream.” He dipped me back and kissed my temple. I held onto him as his full lips drifted to my neck, brushing over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes on a moan when he caught the lobe of my ear between his teeth, the spontaneity of it all warmed my heart, and awakened a fierce ache between my legs.
With he straightened me, I was near breathless and dizzy. There was an applause, and whistling coming from over my shoulder. Lenny’s grasp on me was strong and clinging, as if I could slip through his fingers at any given moment. “You’re mine, I’m yours, and now everybody knows it.”
I flushed, perversely flattered and delighted by his possessiveness. “You know, this isn’t exactly what I’d call ‘keeping a low profile’,” I whispered.
“So, about that…” He grinned sheepishly, a boyish smile so cutely at odds with the wiry, solid sexuality of his body. “I ain’t the best at laying low, never have been. Everywhere I go, something or somebody starts kickin’ up a fuss and I get dragged into it. For example, some fool gets robbed—by no fault of mine, might I add—then that same fool gets brave and winds up with a bullet in his gut. And of course, being the law-abiding citizen that I very much am, I got no choice but to intervene.”
I smiled. “So, all this time you’ve been playing the hero? Everything the lawmen said about you was a lie?”
“The law ain’t never been fair or smart.”
“That much is true.” The sky rumbled, and the clouds began to shed some heavy droplets of rain. Folks began to retreat indoors, while a select few preferred to take shelter under the general store awnings.
“Well, there goes our audience,” Lenny said. “A real shame, too. I was getting used to the limelight.” He took off his brown leather cowboy hat and gave it to me. “Here, Sugar. For your hair.”
“Thank you.” I nuzzled my face to his chest. “We should go. The storm is only going to get worse.”
Seemingly unbothered by the rain, he tilted my chin up and settled his mouth on mine. A rush of warmth flowed through me, the soft sweetness of his kiss weakened my knees. Gradually, the pressure of his lips increased, and I surrendered myself to him. His tongue stroked slow and tenderly over mine. Our connection was wildly passionate and undeniable. I was so absorbed by him, possessed by his sweet love, I hardly noticed the drizzle running down our faces to where our lips connected. The cold rain mingled with the uniquely wonderful taste of him.
The working of his mouth against mine made me hot. Restless. I pushed a hand into his gloriously damp hair and sucked on the bottom of his lip, tracing my tongue over its perfect fullness, nibbling, gently pulling…
The sound of his groan was so satisfyingly deep and erotic, my core throbbed, uncomfortably wet. Lenny broke the kiss, his chest heaving. “Damn…what are you doing to me?”
I smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Gripping my hips, he crushed me to him, the impressive package between his legs brushed my thigh. “I…I-I need to be inside you,” he confessed with some difficulty. “I’m aching.”
Moved by the extent of his longing, I stood on the tip of my toes and reclaimed his lips, my palms sliding all over his lethally sexy body. We were drenched in the chilly, pouring rain, but not even the forces of nature could keep my hands off him. “There’s a hotel next door,” I said between kisses.
Lenny nodded an assent and lifted me off my feet, my legs hooked around his waist. He carried me across the road and through the hotel’s swinging doors. The lobby was empty.
“I’ll be just a minute!” a voice I presumed to be the receptionist called out from down the hall.
Still holding me in his powerful arms, Lenny leaned against the front desk as we made out with reckless abandon. The soul-reaching massage of his lips sent shivers rippling up my spine. Raising my skirt a fraction, his hips started moving, the hard length of his cock grinding sinfully against me through the confides of his pants. Oh, god…a deep hunger stirred inside me. I had to have him—all of him—and it had to be soon. Or else I’d go crazy.
I held onto him for dear life, trembling from the hot, delicious friction. I didn’t care who was watching. I was way past the point of shyness, the primal desire to be fucked by this beautiful outlaw was at the forefront of my mind. It was all that mattered.
My skin burning hot and flustered, I whimpered. “I want you, Lenny.”
Muscles tense and visibly shaking with lust, he uttered huskily, “Fuck, I want—I need you.”
I buried my face in the crook of his corded neck, ravaging his skin with love bites and licks. “How bad do you need me?”
“Real bad. More than anything. I’ll beg if I got to. I’ll plead. I’ll get on my damn knees right now.” He swallowed deep, his expression tight and eyes smoldering. “If we don’t get a key soon, I might just bend you over this desk and fuck you right here.”
I trembled. It sounded like a threat as much as a promise, the scorching intensity of his words so unlike him. He was losing his composure, the desire stripping away his inhibitions and calm, sweet-tempered mannerisms. Only I could do this to him. It was a major turn-on and confidence boost.
“Here I am!” the receptionist finally arrived, scrambling into his rightful place behind the desk. His presence was a blur, I was too preoccupied enjoying the softness of Lenny’s lips. I could probably come like this, just by kissing him if we went at it long enough.
“Good Lord Almighty!” the receptionist gaped at us. “You kids need a room immediately! Luckily for you, we have one available. Just one. It’s been a big night for tourism, with that band of fancy folk from Saint Denis parading through town, playing their music and causing a ruckus. I don’t understand how anyone can get anything done with all that darn noise and commotion—”
Lenny shoved a hand into his satchel and flung a couple dollars at the chatty receptionist. It stopped his ranting, thank goodness.
“Second floor, first room on your right.” Once he passed over the key, Lenny whisked me upstairs. Heedless of everything and everyone, our hot, lingering kisses didn’t break as he fumbled with the lock. A moment later, the door opened, and we were inside a dimly lit room bathed in candlelight, rain softly drummed against the windowpanes.
Lenny dropped me on the bed. I reached for his vest and ripped it open, the buttons scattered across the hardwood floor. “Get naked, cowboy.”
He laughed, shrugging out of his shirt and suspenders, and then unbuckling his gun belt. I ran my hand down his chest in awe. His deep brown skin illuminated by the warm, flickering light, he glowed like flames piercing the darkness, radiant with transcendental beauty and mystery. I wanted him so bad, it hurt.
I nuzzled my face against the solid ridges of his damp, god-like abdomen. “Christ, why are you so perfect?”
“Perfect?” He pinched my cheek playfully. “Aw, you really think so? Arthur told me the same thing once, but he was drunk and vomiting in a pig pen outside the saloon when he said it—”
“Lenny…” Grinning, I swatted his hand off my cheek. “You’re ruining the mood.”
“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Flashing an apologetic smile, he tossed aside the wet hat on my head and helped me out my clothes with gentle finesse. I went for his zipper, freeing his thick cock. My mouth watered. He was rock-hard, and throbbing. I traced the flat of my tongue along the heavy veins coursing his length, slow and worshipfully.
He fisted my hair, restraining me just before I took him into my mouth. “Nuh-uh, Sugar. That can wait. Lay down.”
My brows raised. Apparently, Lenny was in charge tonight. I obeyed, curious of what he had in store.
The heat and clean, woodsy scent of his body took my breath away once he came down on me. “You’re beautiful.” He plumped one breast in his hand, kissing my neck, his lips grazing back and forth over my tender, flustered skin. I squirmed from the heady sensation. My legs locked around his hips, silently urging him to make love to me already. Near mindless with need, I struggled to find my voice, to formulate words. All that slipped from my throat was tiny, helpless whimpering.
He took himself in his hand and stroked my slick entrance, the soft nudges of his cock head agonizingly teasing. I arched my hips, my body straining toward him, desperate for a connection. He was making me wait, avoiding my clit and somehow resisting the temptation of fucking me despite my pleading.
“Lenny, please. What are you waiting for?”
“Hush now,” he said. “You’ll be ready for me soon.”
“I’ve been ready for you for the longest. Since this morning.”
He nipped my neck, sucking feverishly. Surely leaving a mark behind. Inflamed and trembling in distress, I rolled my hips against the rigid column of flesh he so cruelly teased me with. Patiently, he coaxed me to the brink of insanity. I was soaked in my own wetness, creaming madly for the feel of him inside me.
Raking my nails across his back, I pulled him closer. I needed him to fuck me more than I needed my next breath. “Now,” I gasped. “Need you now.”
With an expert shift of his hips, he pushed into me hard, and so pleasantly deep.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned, shuddering, clenching around him. Finally. Warmth struck my heart. I’ve been waiting for this for so long, too long—
“Don’t come,” he murmured, his palms slipped under my hips and cupped my behind, squeezing.
“Excuse me?” I was so close to the edge already. How the hell did he expect me not to go off?
“Good things come to those who wait. It feels so much better in the end.” Lenny started to move, his thrusts lazy and tortuously slow. “Can you do that for me, Sugar? Can you make it last?”
The cadence of his soft-spoken, drawling words sounded so sweet in my ears, so delicate. A fierce ache struck my chest. I was hopelessly in love with him, and more than willing to submit to his every need and request.
“It’s not fair,” I mumbled, my vision blurred with tears. “You have no idea how good you feel inside me.”
“Trust me, I-I do.” Lenny’s leisurely rhythm came to an abrupt halt, his body shivered violently. Jaw clenched, a groan slipped through his lips, tension contorted the gorgeous features of his face. Holding back seemed to be affecting him as well.
Quickly regaining his poise, he resumed screwing me. Lenny knew my body so well, all the tender spots that demanded attention and how precisely to stroke them. It was all muscle memory to him at this point. Over and over, his cock rubbed the bundle of quivering nerves clenching, aching for his touch.
Gripping the sheets with white-knuckled force, I smothered an upsurge of sobs, thrashing against the overwhelming need to climax. I was burning from the inside out, our bodies sticky with sweat. Trembling uncontrollably, I couldn’t hold back for much longer…
“Don’t come,” Lenny repeated. “Make this last. Just hold on.”
“I c-can’t. It feels amazing. Jesus, Lenny…” Tears escaped my eyes. I was falling apart, utterly and irreversibly lost in him. “I love you. I-I love you so, so much…”
He kissed away the tear tracks on my face. “Hold me. Don’t you let go.”
I released the covers and clung to him. His heavy-lidded gaze snagged with mine, searing into me. He sighed heavily, from pleasure, tension, or both—I couldn’t tell. His hips still surging at a moderate, deliberately restrained tempo that was driving senseless, I blurted, “Slow down. Please. I’ll come if you don’t slow down.”
“Will you now?” A wicked smile pulled at his lips. “I thought you wanted to come, Sugar. Why the change of heart?”
My back arched as his hold on my behind grew bruising. He lifted my hips into his thrusts, and I cried out, my core boiling and tightening with a pressure so severe, I feared I’d snap in two if I didn’t give into my bodily cravings soon.
“I won’t come,” I panted. “Not—not until y-you say so.”
His hazel eyes softened, sympathetic almost as he watched me quiver helplessly beneath him. One hand clasping the side of my face, he kissed me with a heartrending tenderness, his tongue caressing mine. Yes.
“Come for me,” he fucked me harder, dominating my body, although his voice was honeysweet against my lips. “I need to feel you…”
With his permission, an orgasm erupted inside me like a volcano, molten pleasure spreading from my core and overcoming the entirety of my body in a scorching wave. It was remarkable. Explosive. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I let out a shrill cry, writhing under Lenny’s sweat-slick muscles. His name spewed repeatedly from my lips as he fucked me into blissful oblivion.
The climax surged on and on. I was melting, drowning in the immense ecstasy of being loved by him, pleased by him. He was my everything, and without him I was empty and hollow. I could die in his arms right now and regret not a thing, because I’ve never truly lived a day until I met him.
The connection we shared was incredibly intense, inside and outside the bedroom. But when we were making love like this, intimately linked, giving and receiving pleasure from one another like our lives depended on it…our bond felt unbreakable. It was frightening how deeply I adored him—an outlaw. A man the law wanted strung up by a noose…
A muscle twitching in his jaw, he rode out my climax until the clenches faded; then he slowed down his pace, burying himself inside me languidly. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes dark and dilated, his strong body convulsed furiously. He was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, still denying himself the pleasure he’s been working toward all night long. The glaring self-control and perseverance Lenny emanated was something to be envied.
I gathered his hair in my hands, kissing the side of his damp throat. “You’re shaking, handsome. Do I feel that good?”
“Yes,” he rasped, pounding into me erratically, his balls slapping against the curve of my behind. “Oh shit, yes.”
A bead of sweat dripped from his chin onto the corner of my lip. I slid my tongue along his sculpted jawline, collecting the saltiness with a soft murmur of satisfaction. He tasted so good, and the scent of his lust smelled even better.
“Why don’t you come inside me, cowboy?” I teased, my voice husky. “You know you want to.”
He clasped the nape of my neck, his gaze burned into mine. “Do you want me to?”
I had just as much control over his body as he did mine and I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Lenny. Come.”
With a serrated groan, his beautiful cock jerked, spurting hotly, flooding me with his heat. His hips ground against mine, he emptied his load as deeply as he could inside me. I don’t know how long we laid there holding each other, spent and panting. Eventually, our breathing steadied and our bodies cooled.
“Leonard Summers!” a rugged voice shouted from outside, piercing the calm serenity of the rain. “We know you’re in here! Give yourself up, boy, there ain’t nowhere left to run!”
Lenny shot up from the bed.
Still wrapped up in a sex-induced daze, my brain struggled to comprehend what the hell was happening. Lazily, I sat up, covering my exposed breasts with the sheets. “What’s going on?”
Lenny inched to the window and glanced furtively though the blinds. “Lawmen,” he winced. “A lot of ‘em.”
I shivered, my heartbeat sped up. “You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I wish I was, Sugar. Maybe you were right—coming ‘round here was, in fact, a real bad idea.” His teeth gleamed in a lopsided smile, confident and reassuring despite our unfortunate circumstances. “So, uh…you know how to handle a gun, right?”
Arthur: You get woken up by him groaning and moving thinking that he is just repositioning but when he doesn’t stop you roll on your side to take a look at him and see him with his cock stretching the fabric of his trousers
me likey this idea, anon. here's some headcanons for it (gender neutral reader!!!!!!!!)
This isn't the first time that you've shared a bed with Arthur, nor will it be the last.
He's one of the few gang members that you deeply trust, enough for him to see you in your messy, sleeping state, and enough to even share a bed with him in the first place.
Arthur is a respectable man, kind without a fault, a true blessing in this rough and rugged world. Even though there's more than enough room for both of you, he still insists on you having all the bed, all the covers, all the pillows.
You had to practically tuck Arthur in last night to ensure that he slept comfortably, to which he chuckled and playfully swatted your hands away.
The night was peaceful, and for once, you slept flawlessly. Until the sun begun to rise, its rays shining through the hotels windows, the thin curtains barely acting as a barrier.
You stirred and slowly rolled over, groaning at mother natures aggressive wake-up call. Peering over, you check on Arthur, who's turned away from you, still sound asleep.
Lucky him.
You spoke too soon, as Arthur begins mewling in his sleep, whining as he rolls onto his back. He licks his dry lips, followed by letting out a heavy sigh, and begins sleepily kicking the covers off him.
There's a thin layer of sweat coating Arthur's forehead, trailing down and pooling around his chest, darkening the fabric of his union suit.
Your eyes continue trailing south, watching as Arthur gets comfortable without the covers on him, and then you spot-
Good lord.
Arthur is rock solid. There's an almost perfect outline of his cock pressed against his stomach, his union suit looking oh-so-tight around that area.
He lets out a soft cough, and as he moves, his cock twitches.
You've always had eyes for Arthur, and from the way he is around you, you assume he feels the same way. But things have never moved past light, playful flirting, and you assume that's to do with Arthur's lack of self-confidence.
Now, an opportunity has risen, as well as Arthur's cock.
The choice is yours, what will it be? Give him a satisfying wakeup call, or let him rest?
Summary: Stuck in a failing marriage where both you and your husband are having affairs, you enjoy another night with the man that you literally bumped into at the Saloon.
Pairing: Javier Escuella x f!Reader
Word Count: 2227
Rating: NSFW
Tags: Cheating/Affairs, Degrading, Humiliation, Praise, Squirting, Cum eating, Creampies, Face slapping, Knife kink, Choking, Smut without a plot.
Notes: I had RDR1 Javier in mind for this seeing as he's low honour, and the dialogue/actions in this are very low honour Javier based, buuuuut you're welcome to picture any Javier you want <3
To put things politely, you hate your husband. When you two first met, he was sweet, kind, wonderful, everything you'd expect in a partner; the first few years of your marriage were flawless, but something within him changed, and he began spiralling off the rails, crashing into the man that he is today.
A divorce is hard to come by, especially in this time. However, you two seem to have somewhat of an unspoken agreement that you're no longer together. Well, you still share a house, still sleep in the same bed, still ask how each other's day went; but you know exactly where he goes to every night, leaving you all alone in your comfortable home, and sometimes, the nights can get so cold without anybody to hold.
The new man that keeps you warm every night bumped into you at a bar, quite literally, and apologized profusely, then offered to buy you a replacement drink. You happily accepted, taking an instant fancy to his mysterious yet welcoming aura, and spent the rest of the night blatantly flirting. You eventually asked him to help clean the liquor he'd spilt off you, and he did so by licking a stripe from your collar bone, along your neck, settling just below your ear. "It always tastes so much better when you know you shouldn't be doing it, eh?" he huskily whispered, and you agreed by grabbing his hand and pulling him across town, straight into your bed.
Javier knew who you were when he bumped into you, he knew you were a married woman, and he mentioned that he'd seen your husband spending his time with other women, so it's only fair you do the same, right? At first, you felt guilty, until that one night where your husband came home with obvious hickeys on his neck, and you got your own back by asking Javier to mark you ten times worse.
And yet again, Javier's now climbing up the same path to your balcony, swinging his leg over the railing, and finding his way into your bed once he watches your husband leave. You're practically starving every single day, desperate for a way out of this marriage, but even more desperate to spend time with your lover. It's crystal clear how much he enjoys playing this sinful game with you, and often reassures you during pillow talk that he's seen your husband do far worse. It's only a matter of time before the tower falls.
"Javier," you mutter, wrists tied to the bed posts, legs spread, and said man lapping away between them.
"Mhmm?" he hums, his mouth far too occupied as he continues wrapping his lips around your cunt.
"T-too much, come on," you beg.
"Not yet," he quickly blurts out, and returns to lapping at your clit, sliding two fingers into you and curling them perfectly. Thank the lord that you live on the outskirts of town with no attached neighbours; you can be as loud as you want, moaning to your hearts content as Javier mutters sweet praise against your lips. "Good girl," he mutters against your cunt, his fingers continuing to work you open.
"C-come on," you beg yet again, only this time you hear Javier chuckle against you.
"Alright," he sighs. Javier removes his fingers, and licks his lips as his head raises, meeting yours. "Always so impatient, aren't you?" he laughs, but he's also the one lining his cock up to your entrance, cutting your reply short as he slides in. "I don't blame you for being impatient, you know," Javier begins to mutter, jumping straight in to a quick pace. "You must be so deprived, all thanks to that shitty husband of yours. But I'm here now, I'm here to make sure you tire yourself out every night. If your husbands not going to use this pussy, then I might as well use it," Javier shrugs.
It's never slow and steady with Javier, always quick and heated, in a rush just in case your husband does come early, even on the nights where he doesn't come home at all. Your head is rolling back against the pillow, eyes falling shut, but Javier draws your attention back to him with a slap across your cheek. "Look at me when I'm fucking you," he orders, making your eyes go wide. "That's better."
Javier moves his hand to your throat, squeezing lightly between your jawline, enough to be pleasurable, but not enough to make your mind go hazy. "Open up," he orders, and your mouth falls open instantly, tongue sticking out. "That's a good girl," Javier praises, before dipping his head down and spitting directly into your mouth. "Swallow."
He's grinning as you swallow his spit, licking your lips afterward; your cheeks then begin turning red as Javier returns to choking you, a dark glisten in his eyes as he continues to pound you, thrusting into you like his life depends on it. "I fuck you good, don't I?" he asks.
"Uh-huh," you manage to sigh, nodding your head at the same time.
"Then why do you keep closing your eyes, hm? I want you to look at me whilst I'm fucking you," Javier barks, and lands another slap across your cheek. Instead of wrapping his hand around your neck, he places his fingertips on either side of your cheeks, squishing them slightly together and ordering you to order your mouth once more. You watch as he spits into your mouth again, but much slower this time, letting his spit drool off his tongue, slowly into your mouth, before dipping his head down and sealing the deal with a hungry kiss.
"Good girl," he praises again, his lips still pressed against yours. Javier's thrusts come to a halt, his cock sheathed deep inside you, and he props himself upright with a somewhat serious look on his face. "Are you going to let me do it tonight?" he questions, and you know exactly what he's on about.
"Yeah," you nod. You go to reach out, but you're quickly reminded about your wrists being tied to the bed posts, as if you've somehow forgotten.
"I guess you could say this is a punishment, huh?" Javier asks as he shifts his weight over to the edge of the bed, reaching down to pick up his gun belt, his cock still inside you. "I mean, naughty girls like you deserve to be roughed up," he continues, unsheathing his knife and twiddling it between his fingers. "Of course, I'm not going to hurt you, but I suggest you be a good girl and stay still," he smirks.
Javier's knife disappears from your sight, only for the cool metal to be pressed against your throat. The blade is barely touching your skin, hovering over you. However, it's close enough to send a chill down your spine, one that you attempt to contain in fear of the blade making contact with your throat. Javier picks up his pace again, starting with slow thrusts, ensuring the knife is at an angle where it's not going to hurt you. For a man who you met at the Saloon, you trust him, not just with keeping your affair a secret, but with hot and heavy situations like this.
"I'd say hold still, but I've already made sure you'll hold still," he laughs, gesturing with his blade to your bound wrists.
Within time, the roll to Javier's hips becomes quicker, his eyes flicking from yours to the knife at your throat. You know by now not to close your eyes, no matter how many times he hits those perfect spots inside you, your body urging to let your eyes fall shut as your head rolls back.
Javier moves the blade across your skin, trailing up your neck and jawline, and presses the flat part to your cheek. He urges you to tilt your head, and keeps the blade there as his lips meet your neck, marking you loud proud, clear enough for your husband to notice, not that he hasn't before.
"How many do you think I can leave before he says something?" Javier comments, chuckling between kisses.
"Javier, not whilst we're fucking," you sigh. The last person you want to think about right now is your husband, and Javier replies with a laugh, moving his head back up, his eyes meeting yours.
"Alright, alright," he replies. "Say, could you hold this for me? I need both my hands free if I'm going to fill you up."
Before you can verbally accept, Javier's already pressing his knife against your mouth; he's kind enough to slip the handle into your mouth, rather than the blade. Instead, the blade tickles your cheek, pointing to your side, whilst your lips are wrapped around the handle.
"That's very kind of you," Javier laughs. He wraps his hands around your thighs, pulling them up to his waist, and puts all his focus into chasing his orgasm, using you like some kind of cheap street whore, not that you mind.
This time, Javier is the one to close his eyes, his breaths becoming quick and short as he slams down into you. You're a whimpering mess, most of your moans muffled by his knife, but he soaks up every noise you make like sweet music to his ears.
"Shit-" Javier grunts, his cock coming to a halt inside you as he fills you up; you can feel his cock twitching, complimented by the heavy moans Javier's letting out. There's a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead, which he accidentally presses to your shoulder as he rests against it, catching his breath as he comes down from his high. "Your turn," Javier softly mutters.
He slips out of you, and shuffles to rest beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. Javier's other hand goes straight to work, not wanting to leave you empty for too long; he slips two fingers inside you, accidentally pushing out some of his load, the white mess oozing out of your cunt. Javier's fingers curl, and he begins moving his wrist, hitting that spot inside you at a vibrating speed.
You let out a cry, muffled by the handle still locked between your lips. Javier smirks at your reaction, but he doesn't let up, keeping his pace fast, eager to see how quickly he can make you cum. As always, your body begins to shake, uncontrollably squirming in Javier's grasp. He's letting out sweet words of praise, "good girl," and "that's it, soak the bed for me."
"Javier, I-"
"What?" he questions, his fingers not losing their pace.
"We'll make a mess!"
"Not we, you. You'll make a mess," Javier chuckles. "And what's wrong with a little mess, huh? just make your husband sleep on the damp side."
For some unknown reason, Javier's comment catches you off guard; maybe it's the way he whispered it directly into your ear, or the thought of letting your husband suffer whilst you sleep peacefully, but either way, your orgasm hits like a train.
"That's it," Javier cheers, watching in awe as you squirt. He doesn't let up, his fingers still hitting that spot inside you, his palm brushing against your clit with every flick of his wrist.
Javier's milking you, and it's rapidly becoming too much, only you're still bound to the bed, unable to push him off, and the knife handle in your mouth is keeping you from calling out your protests. He's smart, Javier knows exactly what he's doing, or what he's done.
But eventually, you run dry, your body still shaking from an intense and drawn out orgasm. "That's my good girl," Javier praises, placing a kiss to your temple as he pulls his fingers from you. Javier sits up on his knees, using his dry hand to remove the knife and places it on your bedside table. "Here. Open. Clean me up," Javier orders.
Javier presents his fingers, and like the well trained slut that you are, you open your mouth, allowing him to slip his fingers inside. The taste is exactly what you'd expect, a mixture of squirt and cum, but you let your eyes shut as you clean his fingers, licking them dry, enjoying the soft moans and sighs he lets out as he watches in lustful amazement.
You're just about finished when you hear the front door slam. Javier and you share a look of pure horror, his fingers still between your lips, both of your eyes wide and visibly nervous. Javier quickly pulls his fingers from your mouth, rushing to grab his knife and cut you free from your binds, with caution.
As soon as you're free, there's a mad rush, both of you hurrying to pull your clothes on, followed by dumping all of your bedding into the laundry basket. There's almost no time for a kiss goodbye, but you manage to fit one in, sharing the taste of your regular encounter before Javier scurries out onto your balcony and hops the railing, disappearing into the night.
Thankfully, your husband doesn't trail upstairs straight away, giving you enough time to organize your laundry properly and put some fresh bedding on. And by the time he does, you're already sound asleep, worn out from yet another illicit encounter.
Isn't it about time you start looking into your divorce?
'Not realising that you’ve fallen in love until it’s too late’ headcanons
Pairing: Flaco Hernández x gn!Reader
AN: these have been sitting in my drafts for months, and I figured I should post them already lol
Flaco's a grumpy old man, even if he isn't actually that old (it's all in his head.)
He was driven up the mountain by the Pinkertons. He doesn't want to be here, it's cold and dangerous outside, so all Flaco does is sit inside his cabin and pay people to do jobs for him. He's not short for money, he can afford it, and he's usually lazy, so he's happy to put strangers to work.
You visit him every so often, every month or so at first, but quickly get roped in to his loose cannon personality, and become curious about what this man is really like behind those walls.
You begin visiting him more often, eventually every week. Flaco obviously notices, he knows you're here for some reason other than money; you've piqued his interest, so he can't help but chat a little longer before sending you on missions, or offer to let you stay in his cabin, away from the cold and wolves, in hopes of getting to know you.
After a mission that took longer than it was meant to, you return to Flaco's cabin to find him waiting on the porch. He's quick to his feet, approaching you as you ride over, expressing his concern and how he was just about to come looking for you.
Flaco's not left his cabin in months, he's never even seen your horse, and can't help but take interest in your other half. He asks for their name, and begins fussing them as you two talk about why the mission took so long.
After that 'slip up,' Flaco begins coming out on missions with you. His personality finally comes through, strong and boisterous, a man who knows exactly when to be soft or intimidating.
And he lives up to his name, even in his 'old age.'
Flaco teaches you a thing or two whilst on missions, and often catches himself watching you during a gunfight; he's admiring the way you work, how strong and persistent you are, how you truly know your worth.
Flaco's pining, and he knows he's pining. He's been pining after you the second you wandered into his cabin, he's just had so much self-doubt that he never bothered pushing himself to try it on with you, not until he feared that he lost you during one of [his own missions.
Your visits go from one a week, to twice a week, sometimes three times a week depending on what else is going on in your life.
Flaco's debated heading down the mountain to find you, to chase after you, to bump into you on the road, but he doesn't want to come across as needy or clingy.
But you're here, yet again, heading out on another mission with him. It's not even about the pay any more for either of you; it's never been about the pay, it's always been about each other, but neither of you have ever admitted that.
The mission goes well, apart from your minor injury. It's nothing, a scratch and a few bruises, but Flaco's fussing you and dragging you back [home, grumbling about how this is all his fault.
You try and brush him off, reassuring him that you're fine, and that it's definitely not his fault, but he's having none of it.
Flaco practically begs you to stay until you heal, even though your injury is so small, so minor. Of course, you agree, and spend a few days shacked up with Flaco until your tiny scratches heal.
Multiple times a day, Flaco will put whatever ointment he has on your wounds. There's thick tension constantly in the air, but it's at its highest when Flaco's pressed against you, dabbing a cloth onto your wounds, asking you over and over how you're feeling.
He's not one for sleep, and you get used to falling asleep alone whilst Flaco stays up and keeps himself busy.
One morning, you awaken to find Flaco's chair empty, and assume he's gone out to hunt, until you hear your horse whining outside.
Something in your gut tells you to peek out the window, so you do it, slowly peering behind the curtains to see Flaco tending to your horse.
They're quite the pair, Flaco brushing them down and feeding them some treats, all whilst telling them how strong and beautiful they are, how lucky they are to have you, etc.
Flaco's visibly blushing when you eventually leave the cabin, and thank him for tending to your mount. He tries to brush you off, saying that it's no problem, that it's the least he can do after you got injured on his behalf.
You can't help but smile at how visibly flustered he is, and you have to bite back on making a comment about it, maybe mentioning how he never seems this flustered when he's cuddling you in his sleep every night.
Oh, yes, Flaco has finally begun sharing a bed with you. He tries not to cling onto you, falling asleep facing away from you, but he always rolls over and pulls you against his chest, clinging onto you like you're the teddy bear he needs in his life.
With everything that's happened, and the amount of unspoken agreements that are currently presented on the table, maybe it's time to sit down and talk about your apparent relationship?
Flaco never thought that he could love again, but it seems he's wrong, yet again, and for once, he's thankful.
He's incredibly cocky about it, because for Dutch, if you're loud then that must mean he's doing something right.
But Dutch will hush you if you're in camp, and if you still can't keep it down, then he'll stop fucking you in camp altogether.
He doesn't want to risk giving off a 'bad impression', and goes on about how he needs to 'set an example' by not keeping his gang up every single night.
Dutch is more than happy to splash out on hotel rooms, or lurk around for abandoned cabins to christen.
He heavily encourages it, in the right setting, and sometimes pouts and protests on the odd occasion where you're being quiet.
John
At first, John thought you were uncomfortable... he's never been with somebody this loud before, so he feared for the worst.
But the second you explained that you were simply enjoying yourself, he went "oh," and carried on fucking you.
You've overheard John apologizing to many camp members for keeping them up all night, and he's even tried to push the blame on you from time to time.
He's short on cash, so tries his best to make his bedroll extra cosy when he takes you on weekends away (simply so he can fuck you silly.)
And when you do get the chance to be loud, John loves it. It really helps him feel good about himself, as well as his bedroom talents.
Micah
He doesn't give a shit about what the camp think, or how much they chew his ear off; he's going to keep the camp up all night, and he's petty enough to fuck you multiple times a night, just to get back at them for complaining about it.
Having a partner is a massive ego boost for Micah, but having one that is loud and proud whenever you two have sex? oh boy.
Micah encourages you to be loud, and pays attention to what specific things make you moan the most.
He does eventually hit his breaking point after Susan gives him a harsh slap for not keeping your noise down, and regularly takes you out of camp so you can let loose.
Arthur
High honour Arthur will try and quieten you down, concerned about noise complaints and the camps wellbeing.
Low honour Arthur will encourage you to be as loud as you can, and teases people for 'not having anybody to keep the camp up at night' when they complain.
Either way, he was extremely flustered the first time he had sex with you; he didn't know people could be that loud.
When he's drunk, he'll ask you if you really mean to be this loud, and confesses that he doesn't think he's anything special when it comes to sex.
On nights where you're quiet, Arthur will stop to check to see if you're okay. He's a self-conscious guy, as we all know, and worries that you're not enjoying yourself.
Bill
He is SO flustered; is he really making you feel this good? so good that you're practically screaming and moaning down his ear?
This is the ego boost that Bill's always needed. He's cocky about it afterward, walking around camp with a swagger, knowing that nobody slept last night because he was making you feel so good that it kept everyone up.
After a while, Bill does begin to feel bad about being a nuisance, so he'll either take you into town, or drag you to the far outskirts of camp.
He'll never admit to this, but he's had his ear chewed off by far too many camp members. It seems the camp always finds a way to taunt him, even if he is the one getting some action.
Javier with rlly tall f!reader plz. She be like 6’7. Xx
short king and his tall queen. my new OTP <3
It's canon that Javier is 5'8, so you are almost a foot taller than him.
At first, Javier is somewhat intimidated. He knows he's a short king, but finding himself a tall queen? Good lord, that man is quickly going to become putty in your grasp.
Unfortunately, social norms have taught Javier from birth that the man is 'meant to be taller in a relationship,' but once he meets you, that shitty teaching quickly goes out the window.
I mean, how can he not fawn over you? A tall woman who knows her worth, who makes him sweat like a sinner in a church whenever he's around you, who is sweet and generous without ever expecting anything in return.
Javier almost forgets how to breathe - how to function.
Javier.exe has stopped working.
He continues being himself, casually chatting away, relaxing with you by the fire, sharing stories and gossip, the usual. He drops flirtatious remarks here and there, but nothing too full-on; he doesn't want to be smothering, plus he's worried that you might not like him back - what if you're not after a shorter man?
But the second you flirt back, Javier grins, ducking his head slightly and letting out a soft laugh. Oh, so you do like him?
He's not one to use pick-up lines, but he may throw a few cringy and cheesy ones your way. Lines like "I'm not sure which crate I should stand on to reach your height for kisses, want to help me test them out?"
Javier drinks his respect women juice, as we know, but he chugs his 'I love my hot tall wife' juice like there's no tomorrow.
