#charles smith imagines

[hrtsdsre]

[ahqkas]

hello love!! may i please request some headcanons for arthur morgan and charles smith when they see their partners wearing their shirt? (and maybe john and javier? only if you’re up for it of course!) xx

PRETTY LIKE THE SUN ; arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuella, charles smith

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 MASTERLIST!

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𝜗𝜚 ARTHUR MORGAN !

when arthur saw you wearing one his shirts, his eyes instantly softened and his lips parted slightly. the sight of you struck him — seeing something of his on you, so intimately close, filled him with a mix of emotions

“well, don’t you look just perfect,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. his irises never left your form, taking in the way the shirt enveloped you. it was an old, worn shirt, softened by years of wear, and seeing it on you brought a warmth to his chest

“you look better in this than i ever did,” he murmured, his voice rough with affection. his fingers brushed over the fabric, lingering on your arm as if committing the moment to memory

“but i gotta say, seein’ you in my shirt . . . it makes me feel all warm.”

he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, each kiss a silent vow of his affection and presence. holding you close, he rested his chin on top of your head. “you can wear my shirts anytime you like,” he whispered, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “makes me feel real good, knowin’ you want to.”

he’s such a sweetheart about it

𝜗𝜚 JOHN MARSTON !

his eyes widened slightly at the unexpected sight before him. there you were, standing by the window, wrapped in one of his old, worn shirts. the shirt hung loosely on your frame, the sleeves too long, and the hem brushing against your thighs

a slow smile spread across john's face, his amusement evident. “well, look at you,” he said, his voice tinged with a chuckle. he stepped closer, his eyes roaming over you. “that’s my shirt, ain’t it?”

his heart swelled at the sight

“you look real good in it, darlin’”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “you can wear my shirts anytime you want, darlin’,” he whispered into your hair. “hell, you can have ’em all if it makes you happy.”

this man wouldn’t shut up about it, he’d annoy you for the next days, even weeks

but he wouldn’t admit he’s replaying the picture of you, standing in front of him in one of his shirts. the thought made him feel deep things, things he wouldn’t even admit when drunk on alcohol

from that day, he wants you to wear his clothes every single day

𝜗𝜚 JAVIER ESCUELLA !

javier strolled into your shared tent, a soft tune humming from his lips as he shook off the day’s dust. his eyes immediately caught sight of you, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. you were wearing one of his shirts, the fabric loose and flowing around you, and the sight stopped him in his tracks

“. . . is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

he would be either so confused or in denial of this happening

but once the feeling dropped off, a wide, delighted smile spread across his face

even his eyes smiled

“you look absolutely beautiful,” he murmured, his voice tinged with awe

reaching out, javier gently took your hands in his, lifting them to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “you always look beautiful, but seeing you in my shirt . . . you’re breathtaking, mi amor.”

javier held you close, his hands lightly caressing your palms. “you can wear my shirts anytime you like,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “in fact, i’d love it if you did.”

the thought of you wearing his clothes makes you even more his than you already are

𝜗𝜚 CHARLES SMITH !

charles walked into your shared tent, the weight of the day's tasks evident in his tired steps. as he glanced up, he froze momentarily, taking in the sight before him. you stood there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lantern, wearing one of his old shirts. the fabric was too big for you, sleeves hanging past your wrists and the hem falling almost to your knees, but the sight of you in it struck him deeply

“hey there,” he said softly, a warm smile spreading across his face. his eyes softened, filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. the man moved closer, his gaze never leaving you, taking in every detail of how his shirt enveloped your form

you smiled at him. “i hope you don’t mind,” you murmured, glancing down at the large shirt

charles’ heart swelled with adoration at you words. he reached out, his big, calloused hand gently lifting your chin so he could look into her eyes. “mind? not at all,” he said, his voice low and tender. “you look beautiful. it means a lot to me that you wanted to feel close.”

he brushed a soft kiss across your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “if you ever need anything — comfort, warmth, just a piece of me — you take whatever you need.”

he’s ready to gift you all of his shirts

[peaches-creek]

“It’s actually fucking freezing out.”

“Bit chilly.” Is all he says

“Bit chilly? BIT CHILLY? My hands are fucking blue, LOOK!” You exclaim, showing him your hands.

“Mhm quite blue,” He says as he grabs one of your cold hands, “better?”

“A Bit” you huff.

He looks at you with a big bright smile, admiring your fake annoyed face, knowing that his actions just melted your cold heart.

Simon “ghost” Riley, CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE, Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne.

[cowboah-baby]

[millieisawriter]

Parenthood talk

charles smith x reader

summary: the one where you can't quite figure out how to tell your husband what you want, but thankfully he wants the same thing

wc: 1.4k

all pics taken from pinterest

♡this was requested!♡

a/n: thank you for this amazing idea, i had sooo much fun writing it!

After everything that happened in Charles' life, all this constant life on the move, he had finally found peace in Canada. Burying his past, the final step was helping John out. And when he did that, succesfully, he headed north.

And you were right there, with him. That was what the two of you had promised each other. To be there for each other, in good or bad, in health or sickness.

Moving to Canada wasn't one of the easiest things in your life. It was definitely hard, but worth it. Beautiful hills and charming woods surrounding your little hut by a lake, that was all the two of you needed for full happiness.

Well, maybe not all. There was still a bit of space for more happiness, one last missing puzzle piece.

One crisp autumn evening, you sat by the fireplace in your house, a sweater you were knitting in your hands. You promised yourself you were going to finish it soon.

You hummed quietly, working over the sweater, when suddenly the door open, revealing the tall frame of Charles. Your huband. His hair was damp from the mist surrounding your house, and his clothes had traces of mud from working outside. He had been fixing the fence, at least that was what he told you when he was leaving.

You smiled at him. "Hey, Charles."

"Evening, baby. Got the fence fixed up." He announced, taking his shoes and jacket off. He walked over and took a seat on a stool next to you, looking at the sweater in your hands. "You're close to finishing it, aren't you? Looks perfect already."

"You always say that," you rolled your eyes playfully, "it could be the ugliest, most messed up sock and you'd call it perfect."

"Well, everything you make is perfect." Having placed a kiss to your forehead, Charles stood up, heading into the nearby kitchen.

Your hands stopped working, your husband's words ringing in your head. Maybe he didn't mean anything particular, maybe not in this context. But they had you thinking.

"The stew is delicious as always, baby." The man complimented, tasting it straight from the stove.

You were now standing in the doorframe, the knitting work left back on the sofa. Looking at your husband, you couldn't quite put your desires into words.

How come have you never talked about it? The thing was, you did talk about having children a few times. But every time it was the 'someday' kind of conversations, and you wanted the 'someday' to become your reality.

"Is something bothering you?" Charles yes, noticing the troubled expression on your face.

"Charles..." you sighed. "I don't wanna knit sweaters anymore. I— I mean I do, but... little sweaters. Little blankets, little socks."

Your husband chuckled, confused with your new business idea. "What do you mean?"

"I wanna knit baby clothes!"

He understood the meaning behind your words. Maybe this was simpler than saying 'put a baby in me'.

"Let's sit down for a moment, shall we?" The man offered, leading you back towards the sofa.

You followed him, taking a seat. There was still some kind of fear lingering in your chest, a fear that maybe Charles didn't want the same thing. But you knew him well enough to know this wasn't the case.

"You want a baby?" He asked, taking your hand in his.

"Yes," you nodded, chuckling nervously, "I want a baby with you. Our baby. We've talked about it many times, but I want to put our words to reality."

As little as Charles liked to talk about his past as an outlaw, you knew the Van der Linde gang was the closest thing Charles had to family, ever since he was forced to survive on his own. Eventually, he lost even the gang. And ever since then, there was nothing more he wanted than to have a family of his own, but not a gang with its hierarchy and all that.

Charles wanted, first of all, a wife — which he already had, that being you. Second of all, a quiet hut in Canada he had built himself. Third, but definitely not any less important, a bunch of little versions of you or him running around.

"You know, I've always dreamt of having a real family." Charles said. At this point of his life, he couldn't think of a thing he wanted more. "Seeing John with Abigail and Jack at Beecher's Hope... I couldn't stop thinking this could be us. Didn't wanna... weird you out, I guess."

"Weird me out?" A chuckle involuntarily left your mouth. "I knew what I was signing up for when I married you, didn't I? Hell, I've had baby names picked out ever since I was a child myself!"

"Like what names?" He asked, pulling you into his chest, so that the two of you could lie down on the sofa. "Tell me all of them."

You began listing out all the names that ever crossed your mind. Of course, you had to elaborate on each name — why would you ever consider it, the meaning behind it, what it reminded you of. Charles loved listening to you, the sound of your voice was like music to his ears. Especially when you talked about a thing he had desired for so long, and now your plans seemed a little bit closer.

As you talked for what seemed to be like an hour, Charles never interrupted you. His fingers lazily drew random shapes on your skin in relaxed motions, as your husband immersed himself in all you had to say.

But as time went on, he had noticed you had only spoken of girl names. Sure, some of the names you mentioned could be considered neutral, but then the way you spoke indicated that you were hoping for a daughter.

The only time Charles interrupted you was to ask, "What if we end up having a boy?"

"Well, I didn't really think about it," you admitted, "I guess I could let you choose the name."

"Would you be that kind to your poor little husband?" He tickled you as the teasing words left his mouth, causing you to laugh against your own will.

Giggling, you playfully tried to wiggle away, but Charles held you close, his laughter mixing with yours. When you finally caught your breath, you turned back to him, a wide grin still on your face.

"I would let you pick the name," you stated, "but I can still say no if I don't like it."

"You doubt my taste? I'd only choose the best name for our son, something... strong." Charles said, faking offence.

"Something strong? Well, go on, mister Smith, tell me what do you have in mind for our future son, then!"

He didn't think long. It didn't seem as if he had to think at all, almost as if he had his answer already prepared. Maybe he, too, had spent a long time pondering over names for his future children in the past.

"Arthur." He said, and you noticed how his voice shifted slightly from playful to serious.

"Arthur," you repeated, "like the king?"

"Yeah, like the king."

It wasn't a chapter of his life he liked to talk about. Talking about Arthur Morgan was difficult, because every time Charles thought of how he had to bury him.

Due to that, you had no idea who Arthur Morgan was, and Charles was going to let you keep thinking he took inspiration from the arthurian legends. But the name was much more than just a tribute to his late friend. It was a way to keep a part of Arthur Morgan alive.

Maybe one day, when his son asks him why his name is Arthur, Charles would tell him the truth. He would tell his son the story of how he found a best friend and a brother within a gang of outlaws, the best among the bad men.

But that was going to happen in years from that moment, hopefully at a time when Charles would be ready to return to these memories. Someday, when the image of Arthur's dead body would be long gone from Charles' mind.

"I really like Arthur." You said, closing your eyes just to rest them, which was going to turn into a longer nap.

"Yeah, me too." Charles replied, cuddling up closer. He watched as your breathing grew slower and steady as you drifted off to sleep.

Charles knew there was still healing left to do, that old wounds didn't simply vanish with years. Maybe they would never vanish, but instead turn into a scar on his soul. But you, and the idea of starting a family, certainly made it more bearable.

[zzzsnok]

Drunk Charles Smith that gets clingy and will follow you around with a hand on your waist or hip.

[garashir]

the foreshadowing in this chapter is insane

[emmcfrxst]

charles & arthur are still plaguing my mind........ i need some specifics on what u think it'd be like to be made love to by these two men............ I NEED ALL THE DETAILS BBY 🙏

if there’s one thing that prevails over everything during sex with arthur and charles, it’s your comfort. obviously, they want you and are eager to have you, but it’ll be on your own terms; you call the shots. once that’s established, they like to take their time undressing you, cursing under their breath and mumbling to each other about how absolutely divine you look, soaked and needy and ready for the taking. they work in tandem; one of them holding you open for the other, legs spread obscenely wide and held up against your chest by a pair of large, calloused hands while the other grinds deep into you, the position making you see stars. charles likes to press kisses into your hair and across the top of your head when holding you; calm facade betrayed by the heaviness of his breathing and the buck of his hips into your backside. arthur, on the other hand, prioritizes communication; whispering sweet nothings into your ear, accent thick and heavy, praising and worshipping you entirely. sex with arthur and charles is a flurry of touches; there are hands all over you at all times— rubbing your clit, pinching your nipples or caressing your cheek; not a single part of you is neglected. they get off on watching the other touch you; sharing heated stares whenever one of them does something that warrants a particularly loud noise from your swollen lips— there is no competition whatsoever between them: both of them are entirely focused on bringing you as much pleasure as possible. if you’re up for taking them both at the same time, they’re very careful; being two very big men, they’re aware of their own strength and size, so they’ll only allow you to take them both after several orgasms accompanied by them spitting on your cunt to make it as wet and sloppy as possible so the stretch doesn’t hurt as bad. all in all, sex with charles & arthur is intimate and mind blowing, and most importantly: it feels safe.

[ghostking4m]

Male readers exist

So this is mostly for the hockey and sports world writers, I don’t mean to be mean or make anyone uncomfortable when I say this, but male readers exist too. Believe i’ve tried writing for male readers, but, I don’t have the talent or even time and energy to write for male readers at my current stage in life. I just want to request that more writers for the sports world, particularly hockey, F1, american football, maybe even just specific athletes. I’ve seen that some writers are including more gender neutral and male readers to their work, but when all you see is straight girls getting every piece of writing, it really sucks and makes us feel pretty shitty

[eddiesleftbuttcheek]

Charles Smith NSFW Headcanons

So in my last post I said there isn’t enough nsfw headcanons of Charles on here so I decided I would write my own 🤭 this is incredibly fluffy btw (also we’re imagining you sleep naked with each other in this)

I think it’s a fandom shared headcanon that this man is such a gentle, passionate lover, like he can absolutely have rough sex with you and loves fucking you every time you both need it. But most of the time this man does not fuck you, he makes love to you.

His kisses are soft, tender, he knows exactly how to kiss you to make you swoon, your heart beat faster, your knees weak, head empty, butterflies in your tummy, legs clenching, arousal brewing, goosebump causing. You know, those kind of kisses.

His touches are feather light, caresses all over your body, looking at you with pure admiration in his eyes, if there was a god somewhere, he would believe it was you.

When you’re both in bed at night he kisses you slowly, starting off with innocent little pecks between giggles and sweet nothings shared between you which progress into open mouthed kisses, getting a little hot and heavy but still not needing to go anywhere if you didn’t want, his hands either holding your cheek or nestled in your hair to bring you impossibly closer, little moans into each other’s mouth to say ‘I love you’ and your hands on his chest rubbing at the muscle sensually, so incredibly attracted to this man it should be illegal. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip lightly, so lightly that you would’ve missed it had your head not been so empty of everything but him. You meet his tongue with yours, rolling them together softly and adding to the quickly heating up atmosphere of the room. Your hands slide up his chest and around his back to play with his hair, massaging his scalp as he lets out an appreciative groan, one of his hands starting to wander, sliding from your hair to your neck and down your chest until he reaches your breasts, gripping one in his hand softly and you let out a little gasp into his mouth as he starts gently squeezing it.

You grip his hair a little tighter than before and as he rubs your sensitive nipple with his thumb you start to gently grind your hips up into his, feeling his semi-hard cock against your bare thigh, a very pleasant and welcome surprise.

His lips leave yours and start to trail kisses down your neck, sucking as he goes leaving little red marks that you know will turn into bruises through the night until he gets to your breasts and latches his mouth around the nipple his other hand isn’t busy with, he goes between sucking them and licking over them, switching between them so they get the same attention. He could gladly do this all night, he loves playing with your boobs, even more so because he knows how sensitive they are and how wet you get just from him touching them.

The longer he spent at your boobs, the harder you were starting to grind up into him, you were leaving a big wet patch on his naval but neither of you cared, it turned him on so much to know how easy it was for him to make you feel good and it felt too good for you to be embarrassed about it.

‘Charles’ you whisper into the air, hoping he gets the hint that you were starting to get needy, that you wanted more. He just kept doing what he was doing and as he lightly nipped at your nipple you almost whined his name this time. ‘Charles’.

You feel him smirk against your skin as he takes your hint and restarts his kisses again. Going down between your breasts, leaving feather light kisses and touches on your ribs, his touch so soft trailing down your waist you almost squirm from the tickling sensation before he finally gets to where you need him most and he starts kissing and leaving little marks on your inner thighs.

Now I know for a fact that Charles would be a massive giver, like, wouldn’t even think about his pleasure first and giving you pleasure literally gives him pleasure, seriously he could cum from eating you out. (Yes he has before). You know. One of those types.

So when he finally leans in and gives your clit a little kitten lick, this time you do whine and it’s that little noise that drives him up the wall as he begins to devour you. I’m talking sloppy, messy, mind blowing, toe curling head. It’s one of his favourite things to do and in your opinion it’s one of the things he’s best at.

He has his tongue inside of you, greedily lapping up your juices and sucking them out of you, his eyes closed in concentration, opening every so often to look at your head thrown back in pleasure, one hand gripping his head and the other clutching the pillow beside your head. How you look during sex always makes him fall even more in love with you, how your head rolls back, hands grip to anything they can (especially his muscles oooooh how you both have a kink for his muscles 😩), your mouth making the perfect silent ‘o’ as you struggle to take a breath from the pleasure your feeling, only being able to focus on him. His fingers, his mouth, his cock, anything about him that is bringing you closer to the edge. (So literally his entire being lmao)

When he finally slides a finger into you it immediately goes to the hilt, you’re so wet and needy that he’s able to add a second one to join it with no resistance immediately, he watches as your eyebrows and nose scrunch, your mouth falling open as you let out one of those delicious noises, reminding Charles of his very obvious hard on. He scissors his fingers gently, slowly getting you ready for him. (It’s canon that this man is huge have you seen that picture at the top of this post? Oh my lordddd so yes he absolutely has a big dick argue with the wall.)

His tongue attaches back onto your clit and the pressure of him lightly suckling the bud and slowly opening you up for him is too much for you to take and you cum for the first time with a gasp and a loud moan, grinding your hips again as your pussy twitches and tightens around him as you ride it out.

The orgasm makes you relax enough that he decides it would be enough to take him and with a quick look up to you, you nod and he immediately gets up and settles between your thighs. He runs the head of his cock through your folds, getting him lubed up and slowly dragging over your still sensitive clit as you let out little moans and mewls at the touches.

Finally he lines up and slowly pushes into you, groaning as he does, you’ve been together a while but he will never get used to the feeling of filling you for the first time during your sessions, you’re so warm and wet that it makes even a man like him with insane self control struggle to hold back.

As I said before this man is gentle and passionate so although his thrusts are slow they are pretty hard, filling you up perfectly and it is just the right mix of gentle but passionate that it has you moaning immediately, already knowing you were going to be able to cum more than once tonight.

He’s a very romantic man when he’s in love I think so he would be full of praise for you, constantly reassuring you during sex and making you feel so good about yourself you feel like a god with the way he talks to you.

‘Oooh that’s it baby. You’re doing so well for me. You feel so good. So good for me my love’ (holy hell I’m not okay 😩)

You couldn’t hold in your moans even if you wanted to, every single thrust is angled so perfectly, the rhythm is delicious and the power of his thrusts make your eyes roll back and goosebumps rise all over your arms from the pleasure of it.

‘Fuckkk, you feel so good baby. You feel good?’

You can’t even answer him as every single thrust he makes hits your g spot perfectly, you can’t contain your noises and you involuntarily clench around him every so often as he hits so deep inside of you that you forget your own name; your mind only being filled with one thing. Charles. Charles. Charles.

One of his hands grips your thigh with a bruising but pleasurable grip, the other going back to your cheek as he leans down to kiss you, it’s mainly just teeth clashing together as you moan into each other’s mouths but it’s intimate. So intimate.

He moves his hand from your cheek to trail down your body again, rubbing over the marks he left softly and going further and further until he reaches your clit again. He rubs it with the right amount of pressure, speed and intensity, knowing exactly how to make you mewl so the only thing you can think about is the pleasure you feel, not any problems outside of this room, just how this man is making you feel.

He gathers wetness from your thighs and goes back to rubbing your clit, the added wetness giving you exactly what you needed to tumble. No. Full force pelt off that edge again. You cum around him, clenching on him so hard he almost gets pushed out, he can feel you cumming, how even more wet you get as your cum mixes with your other juices, he watches you as you cum, panting into his mouth and moaning loudly, your eyes roll back further than they had before, only able to see the whites of your eyes, your jaw fell further open, head thrown back as you let out those sinful noises, you can see stars, feel yourself throbbing around Charles as you come back down from the high, seeing that he was watching you always makes you blush.

‘God you’re so beautiful like that. I almost came on the spot just watching that.’

You giggle a little before you let out another moan as he starts to thrust again, going after his own pleasure now that he knows you won’t be able to cum again for a while after an orgasm like that. His groans and moans get even louder the closer he gets. His muscles flex and tense, his eyebrows furrowing as his mouth too falls open to let more of the sounds out. He looks so beautiful when he cums, eyes closed, eyebrows scrunched, mouth open and making the most obscene, sexy noises you’ve ever heard a man make. You feel him throbbing inside of you as he cums inside of you, only stopping his thrusting as he too comes down from the high.

With a final moan he pulls out of you and lays down on the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms so your head is on his chest, your hand running across the scars there as he rubs your back soothingly.

‘You done so well for me. Always do so well for me.’

You blush slightly and your heart swells from the praise of your lover.

‘I love you, Charles.’ you say, throwing a leg over his, bringing you too even closer. He plants a kiss on your head before replying.

‘I love you more. My angel.’

~~~~~~~~~~~~

WOOOOOOOO good lord this was hot and heavy I can’t believe I wrote this 🤭

Let’s ignore the fact it basically turned into a one shot pls.

I enjoyed this way too much. Love ya byeeee <3

[rosemary-morgan]

HC's - Making love with them includes... (+18!)

Warning: Nsfw 18+! Language, cum play, oral sex, erotic massages, chocking

Characters: Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan and Charles Smith X Female Reader. Missing someone? Feel free to ask (❁´◡`❁)

Thanks to all who read and like my stories. Stay healthy and take care, my lovely bees 🐝🌺

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

(Just the screenshots are mine)

Javier Escuella

He is in a flirty mood all the time. Just like you. You both can hardly wait to be undisturbed. You need your peace and quiet, far away from the others, to give each other the love you need.

You have been a couple for three weeks now and you are madly in love. There is nothing as delightful for you as making love to Javier.

And you do it very often. But as already mentioned, you prefer your privacy.

Often you will retreat to a nearby town, where you will rent a hotel room to let your love run free. There you both can be as loud as you want; or rather, YOU can be as loud as you want.

Often, in the early morning hours when everyone is still asleep, you make love under the blankets. Quietly and secretly, Javier fucks you slowly and sensually.

⦁ Javier knows how to satisfy you and he knows what you like.

⦁ He loves to hear his name on your lips. He loves the sound of your voice as you lay whimpering before him and, by God, he loves to see your body tremble while he fucks you.

⦁ Also he enjoys whispering naughty words. His voice arouses you deeply, even more so when he whispers in your ear and nibbles on your earlobe.

⦁ You always take time to touch each other, kiss and enjoy the sight of each other.

⦁ Javier loves the feel of your soft skin, loves to feel your breasts on his body. The scent of your beautiful femininity.

⦁ Javier is very tender, makes sure you feel comfortable with him. But he also has a wild and passionate side that you can easily awaken. Then he can also get a little rough.

⦁ But there are also moments when you are getting wild. And that is when you have been separated for a while. Javier will tear your blouse off, rip it apart, and won't lose a moment to press his face into your tits, breathing in the scent of your skin. Whispering how much he desires you.

⦁ Oh, he loves to satisfy you with his tongue. The taste of your vagina, the sweet sound of your voice when you fall into ecstasy. Javier takes his time with it. Playing with your clit; sucking and licking it before entering deep into your wet hole and tounge-fucking you out of your mind.

⦁ But also he loves to receive as well. The sight of you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him while you have his cock in your mouth. Your plump, delicious tits pressing against his thighs...

He loves the way you play with his cock. Your fingers stroking his thick balls, massaging them, only to be taken in your mouth afterwards, greedily sucking them. Javier goes crazy every time you doing this, moaning loudly your name.

⦁ He is also into choking. Not too rough, but he grabs your throat during sex when he wants to increase the arousal; and you love it. And while he's chocking you, he's whispering things to you.

⦁ Things like, "Yo te quiero mucho" "You like the way I fuck your sweet little pussy, Y/N?" "You love it a little rougher, don't you? You're so naughty." And "When I'm done with you, I'm going to fuck you with my tongue. You like it, don't you? Oh, you sweet, sweet girl."

⦁ He loves to take you from behind. Your buttocks that wobble with every thrust. The smacking, wet sounds when his tight balls slap your pussy every time. 

⦁ And when you ride him, he enjoys the sight of your bouncing breasts. Your buttocks wobble with every thrust from him. The seductive sight when you roll your head back in pleasure and show off your gorgeous throat.

⦁ Loves to cover you with his sperm. 

⦁ Whether you kneel or lie in front of him, spreading his cum on your face or body will make him go crazy with lust!

⦁ And after your lovemaking, he will hold you in his arms, whispering loving things to you until you both fall asleep.

⦁ You will often find a rose next to your sleeping place in the morning, when Javier has to leave early for reasons.

Charles Smith

King of foreplay. He takes a lot of time to please and satisfy you. You will come at least once, before you welcome him deep inside you.

⦁ Sometimes he also gives you a massage. He rubs your beautiful body with fragrant oils and he knows exactly which parts of the body he has to massage and caress extensively to arouse you.

⦁ The sight of your shimmering tits, covert with oil, makes his cock hard as stone.

⦁ And when he massages your pussy, he takes a long time. His fingers circle your clitoris while he looks into your eyes. You clearly see the fire, the passion in them. "How does that feel? Is that good, yes?"

⦁ Eventualy, it leads him to finger-fucking you. You get incredibly wet for him, every damn time.

⦁ Love to give oral sex. Charles takes his time and enjoys you to the fullest. Your scent is overwhelming and if it were up to him, he would lie between your thighs all night. You will often hear words like: "You smell wonderful" "Mhm, you taste so good, babygirl."

⦁ His lips and tongue will explore your whole body, every corner. Charles is very tender, very careful with you, like you're as fragile as flower petals.

⦁ You love the feel of his hands when he touches you, caresses you. And the tingling on your skin where he kisses you.

⦁ Making love with you is something very special and intimate for him. Therefore, he wants to be as far away from the others as possible.

⦁ You both go camping often, and love being in nature. It also often happens that you take a longer break of several days. And in these days, you love each other passionately.

⦁ During your lovemaking you smile a lot and words full of love leave your lips.

⦁ He prefers missionary, for he wants to look into your eyes while he fucks you. This is an intimate moment you share. But Charles also loves to have sex in a sitting position. Your wonderful legs wrapped around his strong hips, your heated, sweaty bodies tightly pressed together and your trembling fingers clawing at his long hair, while he kisses your throat, your round tits... just perfect.

⦁ You have a secret place by a river; where there is no human soul, you make love at the edge of the shore. Your naked and wet bodies shimmer under the sun and under the moon.

⦁ And there's something magical about embracing each other at night while the moon shines down on you and fireflies dance around you.

⦁ Charles often spreads flower petals on your cot or on your bed. Whether it's wildflowers or roses, it's a loving gesture that says a lot.

⦁ He washes you gently with lavender water afterwards, holds you in his arms afterwards. He holds you in his arms until you fall asleep. 

Arthur Morgan

⦁ The two of you look at each other. Full of love, full of affection, holding hands and whispering words of love to each other.

⦁ He also prefers his privacy with you.

⦁ You would camp often in nature, where you can make love in your tent, protected from prying eyes.

⦁ Arthur takes his time to undress you, enjoying every moment with you. He praises your body, kisses and touches every corner with incredible tenderness. This alone arouses you so much that you get all wet for him.

⦁ The first thing he always does when you are naked is to make himself comfortable between your thighs.

⦁ He starts by kissing your inner thighs. Very slowly, agonizingly slowly, watching you very closely. Every twitch, every tremor from you he enjoys. But the most beautiful thing is to see the lust in your face.

⦁ Then, when his own lust grows to strong, he starts to eat you out like a pot of honey. He enjoys every drop. The scent of your femininity makes him crazy with lust. Arthur desires you so much.

⦁ He loves the feel of your delicate body on his manly, strong one. Your skin on his - it's heavenly.

⦁ Slow and sensual. Arthur is a pleasure seeker, but after a while the love making gets a little rougher and Arthur reaches for your body a little harder. 

⦁ He loves to press his face between your tits! It's pure pleasure for him to be able to feast on you. Greedily he takes them in his mouth, sucks on your nipple, while you claw at his hair and go for pleasure.

⦁ He also loves it when you grab his hair and pull it. Whether he's tongue-fucking you or sucking your tits, do it and he'll be yours for eternity.

⦁ He loves missionary position, for he wants to look you in the eyes while he loves you. Arthur wants to see how beautiful you are while feeling incredible pleasure.

⦁ Afterwards, he will hold you in his arms, words full of love will leave his lips. Always asking you for forgiveness, if he was too rough. 

⦁ But Arthur always takes good care of you, and lying in his arms gives you a wonderful feeling.

⦁ Sex in the kitchen is also not uncommon (depending where you live etc.) Desire often overcomes him when he sees you in, while you're making the coffee, or chopping fruit... and by God, he's going to fuck you really good from behind.

⦁ He lays you flat over the table, watching you moaning his name in pleasure. Enjoying the view every time his cock sinks deep into your pussy, his balls smacking against you... You're so wet for him...

⦁ Often he'll smack your ass, gripping it firmly.

⦁ And he is also into roleplaying - Usually he is the bounty hunter and you are his prisoner, completely at his mercy

⦁ You will often find him in the morning preparing some good breakfast for you

[cenpede]

My favorite horse girl 🥰 I love him so much I’d treat him soooo so right Arthur Morgan call m-

[ahqkas]

HEART TO HEART ; arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuela, charles smith

SYNOPSIS! how love feels like with him

In the vast expanse of the Wild West, loving ARTHUR MORGAN feels like a journey of ragged battles, a tale woven with threats of wounds and roughness that winds through the wild landscapes and starlit nights. To love Arthur is to stand by his side through the hardship of his outlaw life, to not be afraid of being hurt and to cherish the moments you’ve got to be blessed with.

Affection with Arthur doesn’t come easy, but is expressed through simple actions amidst the clash of your worlds. The reassuring touch of his hands against your shoulders that lingers to the skin of your fingertips. The warmth of his gaze that follows you anywhere you go, casting a light of protection over your body and soul. The genuine smile he gives you over a game of blackjack beneath you or a flickering campfire that’s between you two, the smile only you seem to receive.

Arthur cares fiercely and if you were to end up hurt by someone’s hands under his watch, it’d be over his dead body.

Love with JOHN MARSTON comes roughly at first but despite his stubborn nature, he truly loves you through thin and thick. He’s all teeth and claws whenever there’s a sign of danger near his loved ones. He’s not a flawless man, no. Stubborn and impulsive, that’s what he is at most, yet courage and loyalty bloom in his heart.

The outlaw consistently puts himself into harm’s way to ensure your safety and well-being. Although he often doubts himself on this one, he won’t give up without a fight.

To love John is to accept his soul and believe that whenever action he makes it’s for the best.

Like the unpredictable beat of hooves on a dusty road, love with JAVIER ESCUELLA puts you both through a rocky story, as dramatic as promised. The horse can be agitated, its hooves urgent. But the horse can be calm, its hooves steady. Javier’s love comes determined.

A sanctuary is a place of refuge or safety where people can retreat to find peace, reflection, and protection, whenever it’s within the reach of a physical space or within their own consciousness. His care is your sanctuary, sheltering you from the outside’s wrath. He brings out the good in you and your mind feels at ease whenever he warms up your heart.

Javier’s love speaks volume, a language specifically made to become understood by you only. Warm hugs, a gentle caress of your cheek, intertwined fingers. It’s non verbal, but you understand it all too well. Carrying your stuff, saving some of the warm stew for you, cleaning your weapons. You don’t need words to communicate.

A blooming flower with its unfolding petals brings out the same feeling in you as the love of CHARLES SMITH. Like the flower, your love with Charles went through the same process of growth and now you’re left cherishing the outcome of the nature. Every petal shows a page of depth, intimacy, and connection you feel between you.

His empathy and understanding makes him a safe haven for you, the comfort that hangs to him calls for you one too many times. He listens without judgment and offers kindness.

Charles goes out of his way to help you out in any situation, whether it’s by taking care of you after a rather close call or stash a dozen of poisoned arrows to your bunch, always lending you a protective hand.

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Abigail: hey John

John: arthur used to call me John…

Abigail: because it’s your fucking name

[highlandhour]

Content warnings: dad!Charles, tooth rotting fluff, Charles Smith x fem!reader.

A warm breeze swept over your features, weaving through your hair to cool down your hot scalp. That morning had been a busy one, filled with jamming and pickling fruits and vegetables as well as canning any others you wanted to save without flavoured vinegars or sugar to preserve them.

You had just finished up doing the laundry, which had dried your hands out unbelievably so. The hot summer air wasn’t helping either as you peg sheets and various clothing items to the line. You lean to the side, groaning lightly as you do so, grabbing another damp piece of clothing from your basket and lifting it into view of the sun. The tiniest little off white dress lay pinched in your fingers. You flick the fabric lightly before grabbing wooden pegs from the front pocket of your striped apron, the one you made from one of Charles’ old shirts that got ripped beyond repair a few months ago.

You place one of the pegs into your mouth as you stretch the dress to drape it over the line, one peg, two pegs, you pluck the third from your mouth and slide it on the puffed shoulder of the dresses sleeve.

A teeny tiny cry catches your attention, making you lift your head towards where it was coming from. The little window by the line was open and the light pink floral wallpaper of your daughters room could be seen, as well as the lace of her curtains which are now flowing out the window thanks to the breeze.

“Charles!” You call out into the air. “Can you go get her! I’m just finishing up here!”

A heavy thump can be heard from the surrounding woodlands your little cabin resides in. Charles makes himself visible as he walks out of the covert, his shirt long discarded and tucked into his back pocket with his suspenders laying on either side of his hips.

“Was just finishing up myself.” He smiles as he walks by you, letting his hand trail across your stomach to waist before letting it run across your bum. You shoo him away innocuously, tapping your hand at his fingers to be rid of his flirtatious gesture.

“Go!” You laugh at him as he opens the bottom of your Dutch back door to walk inside with a proud smile on his face.

“Fool.” You shake your head smiling to yourself as you pick up another piece of laundry to put on the line.

You listen carefully for Charles as you hear him walk into your daughter’s bedroom. His soft coos just dampened to the point of incomprehension but your girls sweet little squeaks makes your heart swell. You squeeze one of Charles’ shirts in your hands looking down with so much joy. It’s the blue shirt. That old blue shirt he refuses to get rid of.

You quickly flick it out to undo all the wrinkles you gave it. Shoving your hand into your pocket again to grab a fistful of pegs and popping a few into your mouth this time.

“You wanna see your mama?” You turn slightly to look behind you, popping a peg from your mouth to slide it onto the collar of that blue dotted shirt.

Charles had her lay across his big arm, her head resting comfortably on his bicep. He takes her tiny little hand into his and makes her wave to you. As quick as you could, you put the rest of the pegs on the shirt before fully turning around. Outstretching your arms.

“C’mere sweetheart!” You ring as Charles waltzes his way towards you.

“Comin.” He replies with a half grin.

“Not you.” You scrunch your nose up at him playfully. Taking your daughter from his hold to let her lay her small head on your shoulder.

“Aw that ain’t fair.” Charles bends over, picking up a large sheet from the basket and spreading it out in his hands. “I was sweetheart first yknow.” He says to your daughter before kissing her on the top of her dark haired head.

“You’re also baby and honey and-”

Charles lets out a loud bellow of a laugh, reaching his hand into your pocket to take out a peg and slide on the corner of the sheet.

“Don’t I know it darlin.”

You step back to make room as he takes another peg from your apron and place it in the middle of the sheet.

“Darlin’s another one.” You say matter of fact, rubbing your hand up and down your babies back.

You both stay like that for the rest of the amount of time it takes to hang out the laundry. You stepping backwards a little with a pocket full of pegs whilst Charles hangs everything you washed. All the while your daughter made little noises in your arms and held the cotton of your dress in her teeny tiny vice like grip.

Such a difference from where you both came from. You could get used to this.

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The spell (Charles' version)

second ending - charles smith x reader

summary: after you realized javier can't exactly give you what you want, you became closer with another member of the gang. is there a happy ending awaiting you?

first part

wc: 1.9k

all pics taken from pinterest

♡this was requested!♡

a/n: not entirely happy with how it came out, but i'm having trouble with writing anything at the moment. figured i could post this before i take a lil break from writing until i'm done with all my exams <3

There was an issue. You needed antlers. You couldn’t just find some laying on the ground after a buck had shed them, because it wasn’t the shedding season. Thankfully, you now belonged to a gang full of hungry people, so you were sure no part of the animal was going to go to waste.

You kneeled next to Charles by a buck the two of you had been tracking since sunrise. The animal, though no longer living, still looked majestic.

“You’re good at this,” you praised the man’s skills, noticing how he needed just one shot from his bow to put the animal down.

Charles replied as if it was nothing for him. “Been doing this my whole life.”

With precision, he removed the buck’s antlers and handed them to you. “What do you need it for, anyway?” he asked.

“A little thing I’m working on,” you put the antlers into the bag attached to your saddle, “a protection token, let’s say,” and then you mounted your horse.

Charles was going to shortly follow you, he just had to fix the rest of the hunted animal to his appaloosa. “To protect you from what? Javier?”

You laughed. “Guess you could say that.”

You rode side by side, immersed in a conversation, on the way back. Lately you found yourself spending more time with Charles. You’ve been running with the gang for quite some time now, having decided to stay despite the tensions between you and Javier. You told yourself it was a one time thing, never to happen again. Javier never even tried to understand you. His ignorance felt humiliating to you.

Charles, on the other hand, was interested in your practices. He’d often offer to help you, exactly like he did this time taking you on a hunting trip, since you mentioned something about needing antlers.

“Was nice hunting with you,” the man said as you reached the camp.

You replied. “You did the hunting.”

“And you kept me company.”

He dismounted first, intending to deliver the animal to Pearson as soon as possible. The atmosphere in the camp was eerie, not just because your camp was now by a cave that used to belong to the Murfree Brood. Ever since you had to leave Shady Belle, you noticed it was the beginning of a brutal end, and the gang was falling apart.

Half of the people were either dead or left, and those who stayed couldn’t stop snapping at each other every five minutes. The gang seemed to divide into two fractions – one that supported Arthur, and the other that supported Dutch and his ideas, one worse than another.

Instead of just standing there and watching Charles as he went on about his tasks after a short chat with Pearson, you retrieved the antlers from your saddle bag. Then, you retreated to your wagon in order to work on the token. Due to having even more material than you initially thought, you figured it would be a nice gesture if you made one also for Charles.

Sitting down to your work in the comfort of your wagon, you could almost forget about the chaos outside. As your knife carved into the bone, you kept your mind focused on the purpose of the token. Protection. Strength. Guidance. These were things everyone in the gang needed right now. You worked for hours, hoping Charles would like it.

Deep down you knew he would. He was always so curious about your witchy things, always asking questions in this deep, polite tone of voice. Sometimes he would surprise you, finding some similarities between your beliefs, and the culture he came from. So by the time the gang started to fall apart, you at least had Charles.

The bond between you wasn’t even friendship anymore. It was a strong, but not flashy, partnership.

When you stepped out of your wagon, the evening was approaching. You didn’t like that time of the day, not in Beaver Hollow. The darkness wasn’t peaceful, like in Clemens Point. Where the gang was now, you felt as if anything could jump out from the overwhelming darkness and attack you.

You found Charles sitting on a cot by the fire, no Javier in sight.

“I’ve got something for you,” you approached.

Charles looked up as you stepped closer. “For me?”

“It’s for protection, strength, and guidance,” you handed him the token and watched as he eyed it with genuine interest, “figured you could use it, considering the way everything’s been lately.”

He turned it over in his hands, tracing the carved symbols with his fingertips. For a man of his size, he could be surprisingly gentle sometimes. “It’s beautiful,” he looked up at you, “did you make it just now?”

“Yeah, worked on it since we came back.”

“You didn’t have to. But I’m grateful,” he gave you a small smile, “I’ll keep it close.”

You nodded.

There was a heavy sense of finality in the camp, a tension that could snap at any moment, but with Charles, it felt different. When it was just the two of you, you felt good. Safe, even. You needed the comfort he could provide, so you sat down next to him so close that your bodies were touching.

“Everything is falling apart,” you said quietly, as if already mourning the impending doom.

“Is that what your cards say?”

“Among other things. I don’t need my cards to see that, though.”

Charles hummed in response. You decided to rest your head on his shoulder. As you closed your eyes, you imagined the whole chaos just… gone. Life would have been so much easier if it were just the two of you. Falling for Charles wasn’t something you intended to do, it wasn’t something you expected to happen. But now that it happened, you were glad fate placed him on your path. Even if you had to go through the shame Javier had made you feel beforehand.

Suddenly a question left Charles’ mouth. “Do you think we’ll make it out of this?”

You didn’t know. You surely hoped so, but chances were low. You did anything you can to survive, in the physical and spiritual meaning.

Before you replied, Charles added, “Arthur said I should take you and leave.”

“He said that?” You lifted your head from Charles’ shoulder and looked at him.

“Said we should get out before it’s too late.”

Even if Arthur never took your witchy practices seriously, he respected you. He was a good friend. He cared for you in a brotherly way. If he thought it was the time to run, maybe it really was.

You questioned, “Do you think he’s right?”

“Yes.”

“But we can’t leave. What about the tribe we’re helping?”

“I can’t leave because of that,” he paused, and surprisingly you didn’t immediately argue. “If I get you somewhere safe, will you wait for me?”

Before you could answer, someone interrupted your conversation. You had no idea how long Javier had been listening, how much he heard.

“Wait for you?” he scoffed as his figure stepped into the firelight. “Isn’t that just so sweet?”

You tensed immediately, instinctively shifting even closer to Charles. He wasn’t standing up just yet.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up at the Mexican.

Javier ignored you, his eyes locked on Charles like an animal sizing up its competition. “You’re both traitors. Neither of you ever deserved to be a part of this gang.” These words were supposed to be aimed at you both, yet his gaze remained solely on Charles.

Charles finally stood then, towering over Javier. “You need to walk away.” Despite the calmness in his voice, he could see how Javier’s expression faltered for a moment. The other man felt intimidated.

“Or what?” Javier sneered, trying to mask his real emotion. “You think I’m scared of you?”

You decided to join in, “What’s the point of all this, Javier, huh?”

He finally looked at you again. “I can’t believe you’d choose him over me.”

“Well, I did. He cares about me. Respects what I believe in. Respects me.”

A slight huff seemed to have escaped Javier’s mouth. “You never gave me a chance to prove I can be better. You didn’t let me learn.”

Of course you didn’t. He, apparently, changed after you had sex with him. After you woke up to him praying for forgiveness for having sex with you. Even if he did actually change, you had no reason to believe him. And now that you were so close with Charles, you had no reason to try trusting Javier.

You weren’t going to have this conversation with him. Glancing away for a moment, you hesitated before the next sentence left your mouth, “That’s because my cards told me you’re a little bitch.”

Maybe it was mean, but it wasn’t like Javier didn’t deserve it. Truly, he deserved much more than this.

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” Javier asked.

Charles didn’t move, didn’t flinch, but you felt the tension in his stance, you could tell he was ready to intervene if Javier made one wrong move.

“I don’t think that,” you replied, “I know that. Go on, yell about how unfair it is. But don’t pretend this is about the gang. This is about your pride. You can’t stand that someone else might actually treat me right.”

Javier’s nostrils flared, but for once he didn’t have a comeback. He stared at you for a long moment. Weighing his options, retreating away turned out to be the best. “This isn’t over,” he said before turning back.

“It is,” Charles stated.

That was pretty much the last interaction you’ve ever had with Javier. The time passed in a blur, soon the gang fell apart. You didn’t know who was to blame. Maybe it was Dutch, and his ideas. Or maybe it was Micah, whispering those ideas into Dutch’s ear.

You and Charles had left before the final stand-off, you were helping the Wapiti tribe get to Canada. The further into the Canadian territory you wandered, the more you started to like it. The more you could see yourself living there.

“What if we just… stayed here?” you asked Charles one night.

“You know we can’t,” he replied, ”not yet.”

You were tired, but knew he was right. You two had to go back, see what was left of the gang. If anything was left.

You didn’t know what the two of you expected, but finding Arthur’s dead, decaying body on that mountain wasn’t it. It was a nightmare to see him like this, and neither you nor Charles could stop the tears.

After burying Arthur, you headed to Saint Denis. It was supposed to be a stop before you two head back north again, but weeks turned into months, and eventually you learnt that you were pregnant. That meant no traveling until the baby was born. And after the baby was born, you realized traveling with a newborn would be even worse than traveling pregnant. So Saint Denis remained home for the three of you.

Truly, you were happy. Leading somewhat honest lifestyle with the man you love, and a child was something you deserved after everything you had been through.