#charles smith x male reader

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw thoughts about bottom rdr2 boys ft. arthur kieran and charles

contains amab sub top reader. ftm rdr2 men. no pronouns for reader but male implied. first time writing for these boys but hopefully not the last.

imagine arthur tying your hands together with his lasso and having his way with you; bouncing on your lap in a steady rhythm, one hand on your stomach while the other rests at his side. he looks like a true cowboy, his head tilted back as he takes you to the hilt, groaning and muttering beneath his breath. as he gets nearer, his free hand goes up to his hat, keeping it steady on his head as he rolls his hips into yours. when you both cum he gives you a half-lidded smile and takes his hat, placing it on your head alongside a charming kiss on your lips to top it off.

your slow pace is torture for kieran. he’s on his stomach, your chest pressed against his back as half your cock slides in and out of him. you both know if you go too fast and too deep he won’t be able to keep quiet, but he can’t help himself to move back into you as best as he can, his teeth sinking into his coat sleeve to stop his moans from tumbling out of him. eventually you tire of having to hold back and give kieran the entirety of your cock, not even slowing down to let him catch his breath. 

charles asks you to go hunting with him one day. confused, you find yourself in an empty forest with what seems like no animals at all. when you look over at him you see his face is dark and he bears a familiar glint in his eyes. you’re not surprised when he pushes you against the nearest tree, tilting his head to kiss you. its gentle, yet deep. you can’t find it within yourself to tease him when his hand slips past your belt. a thought crosses your mind about what you’ll tell the others back at camp when they ask why you’ve returned empty-handed, but a kiss to your neck and a grip on your cock has your mind suddenly blank knowing you won’t be thinking about anything else but charles for the next couple of hours. 

you and ftm!arthur hitch your horses for the night, throwing down some bedrolls and deciding to lay low. you roll out one and then the other, feeling an arm slink around your waist. arthur kisses your neck, the ticklish feeling making you softly push him away. he pulls you down with him onto one of the bed rolls by your belt loops, locking you in place between his legs and already he begins to press up against you, using the friction of your clothes to his advantage. you don’t argue, angling your hips to make sure your clothed dick connects perfectly with his pussy, his low groaning telling you all you need to know about how well you’ll sleep tonight.

making your shy, flustered ftm!kieran ride you, letting him go at his own pace. he’s hesitant with every move, not quite sure if what he’s doing is right. his inexperience is proven enough just by how tight he is but he’s uncoordinated, messy with every experimental bounce and sloppy with his hips. he whispers for your assistance, desperation clear in his voice. you place your hands on his waist, guiding his movements just enough for him to learn on his own. ever so slowly he figures it out and soon his clumsy humping turns into a somewhat consistent bouncing. you're so proud of him, drawing circles on his clit with your thumb and rewarding him with an earth-shaking orgasm that keeps him bed-ridden a little too long for dutch’s liking.

ftm!charles is more confident than you expected him to be. you’re closed off in your tent, on top of charles who’s on top of your now untidy bedroll. his legs are wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him so tightly there’s no chance you’ll slip out even with how wet he is. he’s never been loud, whether by choice or by instinct you’re not quite sure, so the only concern you’re ever left with is if the others can hear the sound of your balls slapping against his skin. he always takes you so well, always leaving you to be the one completely breathless afterwards. his pussy always grips your cock with such vigor and robustness, you wonder if he does it on purpose just to see you fall apart.

side note. i can only imagine how many men in this game would use the “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” joke. also man i'm not even into bondage but i want arthur morgan to tie me to a tree so bad

[allzelemonz]

Boys’ Night: The Van der Linde Boys X Male Reader

Dutch Van der Linde, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Bill Williamson, Micah Bell, Sean MacGuire, Kieran Duffy, Javier Esquella

Fictober Prompt: Day 31, Orgy Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Orgy, threesomes, kissing, anal fingering, anal sex, oral sex, blow jobs, rough sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Sean’s drunken mind, marking, viagra-esc tonics, almost everyone is passed around to everyone else, Reader takes both top and bottom roles Summary: Sean has an idea that leads most of the boys in the gang to a damn fun time.

Sean, in his mildly drunken wisdom, decided that a boys’ night needs more than just poker, five finger filet, and songs. With most of the older folks and women out of camp for a special con, Sean knows his only hindrance might be Dutch. So he enlists the best sycophant he’s ever met.

“Can’t tell me it won’t be fun.” Sean grins. “All a’ us-“

“I ain’t gonna be a part a’ some invert orgy.” Micah mutters.

Sean leans closer. “Oh, really? Even if a certain cowpoke’s involved?”

Micah glares up at Sean from his seat by the scout fire, then follows the Irishman’s eyes to the filet table. There you stand, arms crossed as you watch Morgan and Marston play. And Micah might be able to turn it down, let his senses say no again, but then Dutch leans a little closer and whispers something in your ear. Micah’s head swims with lewd images of the two men he finds himself pining for in his alone time despite his best efforts.

“Fine.” He snaps, holstering his gun and glaring at Sean. “But ain’t no one ta know ‘bout this, understand that?”

Sean grins with a little chuckle. “Ya mean ‘side from the boys fuckin’ ya?”

Micah’s fists clench at his sides, but he stops himself from punching Sean. He’s in too deep at this point, half hard in his pants and more frustrated than he’s ever been. “Shut yer damn mouth, cowboy, ‘for I decide ta leave ya with blue balls.”

Sean puts his hands up, giggling to himself. “Got it, big man.”

Micah stomps off and Sean watches him carefully. The blond makes his way over to Dutch, coaxing him away from the table and back to the fire. This might be easier than he thought.

Dutch is skeptical at first, concerned about how the gang might take such a proposition. But with Micah’s easy words, Sean watches the gang leader become so much more comfortable with the idea of the gang doing this for bonding and morale.

And the word spreads fast.

Folks are a little nervous at first, shuffling and unsure. Plenty of pining goes around camp on the average day, but being given the green light is a little daunting. So, Dutch being Dutch, he makes the first move. Shedding the hat from the blond’s head, Dutch pulls Micah into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. Most of the gang watches as he walks Micah back into the filet table and lets his hands wander. Sean gets the next burst of confidence, practically lunging to kiss Lenny. John bursts out laughing when they fall onto the ground together, but he’s silenced quickly by Javier. Then Bill sheepishly cups Kieran’s face before the former O’Driscoll puts his arms over Bill’s shoulders and kisses him as if he’s been waiting to for years. It’s only yourself, Charles, and Arthur left standing in the midst of the mess, looking around at the others of the gang in various states of intimacy and undress.

Arthur clears his throat, the red of his face only getting worse as he glances around. “Well… suppose…”

You look over at him, those pretty eyes staring back at you. “You…uh, you wanna…?”

There’s a weight on your shoulder and you turn to see Charles, his other hand held out towards Arthur. The workhorse dips his head, his hat hiding his face as he steps forward and takes Charles’s hand.

“We could go somewhere a little private.” Charles suggests, nodding towards Arthur’s tent.

The thought is comforting, making your pounding heart calm a bit. Most others have simply started at their partners where they happened to fall. Only Bill and Kieran have moved behind the chuck wagon. Sean nearly has Lenny out of his pants on the ground, Javier is shamelessly grinding into John against the tree, Dutch has Micah surprisingly whimpering at the attention he gets, Charles simply leads you and a bashful Arthur away from the others.

Arthur sits on his cot, rubbing a hand down his face as he takes a breath. You don’t blame him given the circumstances.

“We don’t have to.” Charles says, sitting next to him with a kind hand on his shoulder. “Just because Dutch said it would be a good idea, doesn’t make it true.”

Arthur shakes his head. “No… I been…” He sighs. “Been wantin’ somethin; fer a while.” His hand reaches up to hold Charles’s on his shoulder, his eyes finding yours as they scrunch from a smile. “Guess I got a dirty mind.”

You chuckle lightly at the joke, happily taking Charles’s hand again as he pulls you into his lap. Charles kisses you softly, one of his hands on your waist. You gasp, pulling back slightly, when he starts to rut against you with a half-hard dick. Arthur has moved behind Charles, kissing at his neck while his hands lift up his shirt. Charles’s chest is broad and built, firm to the touch when you rest your hands on him. You watch Arthur’s hand move, twisting into your shirt to pull you forward. You’re pressed flush against Charles as Arthur kisses you over the other man’s shoulder. It’s Charles’s turn to give neck kisses now, his hands firmly holding your hips so you grind down into him.

“I want ya.” Arthur mutters against your lips. “Ya wanna fuck me, partner?”

You nod, kissing him again.

“What do you want from me?” Charles asks, his hand tilting Arthurs head so they can look at each other over his shoulder.

Arthur’s breath hitches as he looks at the man. “I… I wanna suck ya off, Charles.”

Charles smiles and that in itself is a slight. “Of course you do.”

The three of you move, hands guiding and wandering as clothes are shed. In the distance, Sean can be heard begging and groaning, there’s some curse shouted in Spanish, and the camp echos with skin slapping skin and the slurping, popping, and smacking of spit. It’s all overwhelming and you try to focus on what’s in front of you.

Arthur’s on his back, Charles nearly sitting on his chest as his dick is sucked. You’ve already spread Arthur’s legs, the tube of gun oil feeling heavy in your hand. You open it quickly, spilling half of it before getting your fingers covered and entering Arthur. In front of you, Charles throws his head back with a deep groan as his hips begin to stutter and fuck into Arthur’s mouth. You can’t help your free hand pumping yourself as you watch, your other scissoring Arthur open. It’s premature, you know it is, but you can’t take it anymore. You should stretch him more, but your dick aches in your hand and you retract your hands to grip Arthur’s hips instead.

You press into him and hear a muffled moan as Charles shivers from the vibrations it brings. Both of you still, giving Arthur time. You watch his hand grip at Charles’s hip, pulling him forward. Charles sits up, propping himself on the box behind Arthur’s cot so he can get the proper angle to fuck down into Arthur’s mouth. You start your pace, rough and fast like Charles. Arthur’s legs shake as he wraps them around your waist, his hand squeezing at Charles’s ass. You wish you could see their faces, but you can imagine. Charles’s is likely twisted in pleasure and concentration, Arthur’s might be slobbery and tear stained.

It’s Arthur that comes first, his dick untouched as it releases a flood of cum onto his stomach, a few spurts hitting Charles’s ass. Arthur’s body goes still as he whines, being used as a set of holes by now. Charles is next and you watch the bounce of his ass lose its nice rhythm as he shoots his release down Arthur’s throat. Charles seems to bury himself deep and Arthur grips his hips as he swallows what he’s given. You double your efforts, wanting to fill Arthur from both ends. You gaze falls downwards to watch yourself fuck into Arthur’s tight hole. Charles catches you off guard, tilting your head up for a kiss as he straddles Arthur’s stomach. His hand reaches down, passing your furious thrusting to fondle at your balls as they bounce off of Arthur. The heat builds fast and you release just as Charles bites at your lip.

When you let go of Arthur’s hips, he falls back down to his cot completely. Charles continues to kiss you as you pull out, smiling into it. You can hear Arthur’s labored breaths beneath you and you’re so in your own head that you don’t register the footsteps.

“Mind if I try somethin’, fellas?”

You turn from Charles to see Micah leaning against Arthur’s shaving stand. He only has his red shirt on, half buttoned, and a smirk rests on his face. Charles’s hand has yet to leave your balls and you feel him squeezing slightly as his other turns your head back to him for another kiss, silently telling you to ignore Micah.

“Aw, come on, Smith.” Micah drawls. “Lemme have a turn.”

Charles pulls back, his lips wetted and dark from all the kissing. “A turn?”

You hear Micah take a step forward and Charles moves fast. He leaves you and you nearly fall onto Arthur, only just catching yourself before collision. You look over your shoulder to watch Charles push Micah down to bend over Arthur’s weapon’s chest. A new pool of heat starts when Charles sucks on his fingers before shoving them into Micah, eliciting a moan from the older man.

“Shit…” Arthur mutters under you.

You turn to look down at him, chuckling. “Don’t think it’s what he had in mind.”

Arthur smirks. “Yeah, I doubt it.”

His hand finds the back of your neck and pulls you down for a kiss. Micah’s whimpers and curses fill the tent and you feel yourself getting hard again. Arthur grunts against you, pressing up until he brushes his dick to yours.

“‘m gettin’ too old fer this.” He mutters, blushing at his still soft dick.

Behind you, Micah gasps and you look back to watch him bury his face in his arm as Charles enters him roughly. Charles thrusts like a beast, fucking every last pathetic noise he can out of Micah. Kind of serves him right.

“C-Charlie…” Micah gasps, his voice light and breathless. “Ah! Fuck…”

Arthur hisses, his hand wrapping around his dick and trying to get himself going again. You trail your hand down, helping him stroke himself, but to no avail. After a few seconds a bottle lands beside Arthur on the cot, a tonic bottle. You look up as Arthur cranes his neck in the same direction. Standing to the side is Bill, a timid looking Kieran right behind him. Both of them are bare besides a blanket draped over Kieran’s shoulders.

“It helps.” Bill mutters, his eyes trailing over to watch Charles and Micah for a moment. “Works fer whiskey dick at least.”

Arthur looks the other outlaw up and down strangely. “Thanks.”

Bill clears his throat. “Ya wanna trade, Morgan?”

You look down at Arthur who glances between you and Kieran. He catches your nod before looking at Bill. “Sure.”

Kieran steps forward, a sheepish grin on his face. You give Arthur a final kiss before standing. As you pass him, you chance giving Kieran a kiss and he accepts it, melting into you for the few seconds it lasts. When you pull away and turn to Bill, the large man has taken himself in his hand at the sight. Your eyes catch on that motion, swallowing thickly at the size, nearly as big as Charles. You find the sense to step closer to Bill and kiss him. Behind you, Kieran squeaks from something and Arthur mumbles an apology. Bill’s hands find your hips, pulling you against him well enough to smush your dicks together between your stomachs.

Charles practically growls behind you and you hear Micah gasp again. “How’s that for a darkie, Micah?”

There’s a thud and you imagine Charles let Micah go or maybe even threw him on the ground. A few beats later, Sean calls out to Charles with a drunken shake to his voice. Bill pulls you with him, keeping his lips busy on your neck until he turns you around to bend you over Staruss’s little table. Bill fumbles, finding a tonic on the ground and pouring it over his hand before he pushes his fingers inside. You spread your legs for him, raising your ass a bit now that you’ve lost whatever care for shame you had at the start of all of this.

“Gentlemen.” Dutch greets, settling himself against the tree behind the two of you. “Don’t mind me.”

Bill’s finger’s stall for a moment, likely nervous about fucking someone in front of his boss, but he continues after a few seconds. You try not to think about Dutch watching you, feeling that same set of performance nerves. Bill fumbles more as he moves, spreading your ass cheeks apart with one hand as he guides himself inside. Both of you groan as he enters and pushes himself in fully. Bill leans forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before he starts thrusting. You fix your feet steady on the ground when the table under you shakes from the combined weight. Bill’s thrusts are moderate and steady, hitting deep and brushing heavenly every time.

There’s a small groan, sounding like Kieran, that makes you shiver when you think about what Arthur is doing to him. A few more thrusts from Bill makes you grip the table tighter as your legs feel shaky. Then there’s a shout of Spanish with Charles’s name mixed in. Bill’s hands wander up your body a bit, caressing your sides as he keeps up his steady fucking. A low groan reminds you that Dutch is watching and you have half a mind to look back at him, but Bill picks up his speed and you bury your face into your arm instead. Bill’s climax pumps you full, the trickling feeling distinct as his dick already starts to push the excess out with a few final thrusts.

Only a moment after Bill has stepped back there are hands on your hips. Sean pulls you to him, falling to his knees in front of you and taking you in his mouth too fast for you to think. Your hands go to his soft hair and he relents immediately, letting you fuck his mouth without question.

“Arthur!” Kieran cries somewhere in the background.

Behind you, hands grip your hips as kisses are pressed to your neck. The tickle of a mustache tells you it’s likely Javier, but you’re too occupied with fucking Sean’s willing mouth to think further. You release for the second time, letting Sean take everything you have. In the midst of your high, Javier presses inside of you and starts fucking without inhabition. His hands on your waist hold you still, his lips beginning to suck in a mark to your neck. Sean stands, grinning at you before he runs over to Arthur and all but jumps on the older man’s dick. Javier wraps his arms around you, filling your ears with mumbled Spanish that is slurred by ecstasy.

Your eyes move around camp, finding several things to admire. Bill has Micah in his lap, stroking him with one hand and fingering him with another. John and Lenny each have each other in hand as they kiss, Charles watching them from the campfire. Dutch has Kieran on the ground, fucking him roughly as he mutters about O’Driscolls but Kieran moans all the same. Arthur stares from afar, Sean bouncing on his dick as he watches the sight of Javier finally burying himself deep and mixing his cum deep inside of you with Bill’s.

“You’re so warm, cariño.” Javier mutters in your ear before he chuckles. “Who’re you seeing next?”

“Not sure.” You take a few breaths. “Haven’t seen half of them yet.”

Javier pulls himself out, causing the mixed cum to leak out. “John’s a good hole, dirty mouth too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You turn in time for Javier to kiss you before he heads over to Arthur, teasing words spilling out as he climbs onto the older man’s lap to replace a spent Sean. When you turn back, Dutch is a few feet away. He beckons, gesturing to the ground and some part of wanting to please your boss makes you sink to your knees without question. Dutch guides his dick to your lips and, once again, you don’t hesitate. You only get a few bobs in before Dutch clutches at your head, beginning to use you without care.

“Shit!” Bill yells, not sounding pleased. “Wagons!”

Dutch pulls you off and you turn your head to peer through the trees. Glimpses of horses, a few colorful dresses… shit indeed. Everyone scrambles, hiding in tents, pulling clothes back on, trying to clean up cum from various surfaces. You all but fall into your tent, rummaging for at least a union suit or some kind of underwear. Pants, you find pants and pull them on.

“Dutch…” Hosea calls. “What’s gone on here?”

From your tent you can see Bill hiding behind a tree, not a thing covering him. Dutch comes out of his tent, somehow fully dressed, and greets Hosea as if he hasn’t fucked half of his men in the last hour. Miss Grimshaw looks around, sniffing with a crease in her brow for a moment. She’s distracted by Tilly asking a question and you take the opportunity to grab the union suit you know to be Bill’s on the ground in front of you before running over to him in the trees.

“Owe ya.” He mutters, pulling on the covering.

You nod, turning to leave, but Bill catches your arm and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek. You give him a smile before circling around the trees, acting like you’d gone out to piss. Passing Lenny and Sean hiding out by the lake with a single fishing pole as an excuse, you sneak as best you can to Arthur’s tent. As if expecting you, a half dressed Arthur with a bulge in his pants, hands you the clothes you’d shed earlier. You dress the rest of the way next to the munitions, eyes checking for onlookers on occasion.

The camp settles, the secret kept. Everything is well and most of the boys have elected not to bring it up, others whisper and snicker about it. It’s dark when Micah sits next to you and you look at him, finding flushed cheeks for only a moment before he kisses you. It’s surprisingly soft despite the chapped and bruised lips. He pulls back, glancing to see if anyone saw before looking back at you with a sparkle in his blue eyes.

“Didn’t get the chance, cowpoke.”

[mushrubes]

Braiding

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Charles Smith by @/addynot}

Pairing : Charles Smith x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type :  fluff

Word count : 920

Warnings : friends to lovers, mutual pinning, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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Contently, he allowed his eyes to flutter closed as your hands weaved the long hair upon his head. “What flowers are you going to use this time?” He asked casually, unfazed as you braided his dark locks. This was routine. Every morning, you’d braid his hair — sometimes using flowers as decor. He never minded, even if some of the gang members picked on him for it. "Lily of the valleys. Found a bunch earlier." You informed as you carefully threaded the flowers into his plait. “They’re lovely,” he murmured, glancing down at the flowers you were so carefully weaving into his braid. “You always take great care to make sure my hair looks its best. I should count myself lucky,” Charles said softly as he ran his fingers through his hair, ensuring it didn’t look too messed up.

"Only the best for my Charles." you grinned at your best friend. He gave you a small grin in return, and then suddenly wrapped you in a tight bear hug, resting his head against the top of yours. Without thinking, he pressed his lips quickly against your forehead. "Are you joining the others on their robbery later?" you asked, gently swaying as your arms wrapped around him. "I'm not sure," Charles murmured, still pressed against you as if he was trying to make as much contact as possible with you. "Would that be okay with you?" He asked, not yet making any attempt to pull away from you. "If you want to go, go. I don't control what you do, Char." I commented, squeezing his arm gently.

"Oh, no. I know, I just thought… Well… That you might miss me," Charles murmured quietly. He didn't want to come across as overbearing or clingy, but he secretly hoped that you would tell him not to go. "Of course I'll miss you. I always miss you when we're not together, love. If I had it my way, you wouldn't be going. But I know how you like your missions, and I don't wanna be selfish, y'know?" You gently caressed his cheek. "I… No, you're not being selfish at all. You're just concerned about me," Charles said, placing his hand atop yours. He had his reservations about going, especially since the last few missions had been disastrous, but he wanted to ensure you wouldn't feel abandoned by his absence. "I just… I don't want anything to go wrong. And I… I don't want anything to happen to you," Charles admitted. It felt embarrassing to say these things aloud, but it was how he actually felt. "I'll be in camp while you're gone, I'll be safe. You however, mister.." You trailed off, frowning slightly at the thought of something happening.

"It's what I do. It's why Dutch recruited me for the gang," Charles murmured softly. "And I promise I'll make it back to you." He pressed his lips against the top of your forehead again, as if he was trying to imprint his love for you into a single kiss. "I'll come back, I swear, love." he assured, his hand running up and down your back comfortingly. "…are you sure you want to go?" you asked quietly, mumbling into his chest. "Of course I don't want to go," Charles whispered, leaning down so his head was right at your ear. He had no desire to leave your side, especially after you'd been so affectionate to him this morning. "But… I have a responsibility to the others in the camp." To ensure you knew just how much he cared about you, he leaned down once more and brushed his lips against your ear. "I know, I know." You muttered, pouting slightly. "I just…I don't know. I wish we could just do nothing all day together, y'know?" I finished, looking up.

"Believe me," Charles murmured, pulling you up so that your faces were level with each other. "That would be wonderful," he whispered. "But I have a responsibility to the others within the gang. I can't sit around with you all day." He gently touched your face. "But once I return from the robbery, I will come to you the first thing I can. You are worth all the time in the world, my darling." he comforted, nodding. "Promise me you'll be careful?" you asked, eyes full of concern. "I promise you with all my heart, I will be careful," Charles murmured quietly, holding you tight in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and to return to you with no injuries or hardships. He was willing to take the necessary precautions to ensure he did everything he could. With this said, he pressed a sweet, tender kiss against your cheek, hoping that it would be enough to reassure you of his safety.

You pulled him down into a kiss before he could leave, arms around his neck. "Stay safe. I love you, best friend." You responded teasingly, a soft giggle leaving my lips as I pecked his lips again. Charles smiled, looking down at your soft, red lips as a wave of butterflies danced about inside his chest. "I love you more than words could describe," he murmured quietly against your lips, placing his hand tenderly atop your head. "Behave yourself while I'm gone, and… Don't you dare flirt with anyone else." He warned cheekily as he pulled away from the kiss, his own lips left soft and sensitive from the tender lips you had planted upon him.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

[bigboy-lovers-unite]

Guys Charles is wilding.. I can't even get pregnant ☠️☠️

[euoniatz]

Hey I saw your post abt writers block! I never really see people write much for Charles smith x male reader, can I get a fluff + smut pleaseeeeeee?

hi anon! i don't really write smut sorryy :( but fluff i can definitely do! 🙊💕 my brain decided to go chaos mode with this so it's a little all over the place. i hope that's fine anyways and that you'll enjoy!

☆ charles smith x male reader

tags: fluff, first kiss, getting together, pre-canon

wordcount: 1417

(not proof read)

<3

no one notices him as he slips back into camp with a pack slung over his shoulder. no one except you.

ignoring your mare's protest to the lack of movement of the brush in your hand, you watch as charles, the one you can't seem to place, drops of a pair of hares at pearson's stand before heading back towards the edges of camp.

you furrow your brows and glance at the moon high in the sky. why he's heading out in to the woods at this time of night evades you.

he has a lean-to in camp. one that he sleeps in more often than not. one that you share.

you've come to know charles as someone far from what you first expected him to be like.

where you only saw broad shoulders, bulging muscles, and an aura steering even a drunk-off-her-ass karen away, he shows you kindness wrapped in crafted arrowheads and feathers for your hat.

he shows you gentle in the way he murmurs to the deer and the fox and the elk before stabbing his knife in their hearts. in the way he weaves his fingers together as he tells you about his sad, sad past and teaches you about things you'd never even thought of.

he shows you passion in the way his voice turns fiery with rage as you confront bison-killers together. in the way he's steady when he tells arthur or john or you that the fool at the end of your gun doesn't need to die.

yeah, it's safe to say you've never met someone quite like charles smith.

you barely even remember how the two of you got so close. it's only been half a year since you were thrust into the madness of the gang, but all the memories of being distrusting and unsure of yourself have been replaced with the one's of charles' hand brushing yours as you work together on chores or talks that muddle time in some crazy way only mary-beth and her novels could explain.

maybe you are simply both of the quieter nature. maybe your shared interest in nature and animals is what brings you together. or it's the fact that you're both relatively new to the gang. perhaps you just simply like each other.

nevertheless, charles sneaking off in the middle of the night after just returning tells that either he's taking a leak and will be back within the next minute, or this is a sign for you to talk to him.

you wait a minute. no sign of him.

making up your mind, you give your horse an apologetic pat and ventures into the dark of the surrounding woods. the moon is bright enough so you won't fall face first in the dirt, but you still fail to suppress a shudder as a crow caws above you and the bushes around you seems to move.

heart thundering like hoofbeats inside your chest, you swallow and push through the thick leaves ahead, eager to find charles before the silence of the woods consumes you, barely realizing the way your foot snags on something before you're falling-

someone catches you halfway on your descent to the thorns below. gasping, you quickly get your feet back under you to push the stranger away.

"woah, easy," charles says as you breathe a sigh of relief, hands hovering next to you before he realizes the fact and hastily clenches them at his sides.

"you fool," you huff, still breathless from your battle with the bushes or maybe the way his hands felt on your skin. "what are you doing out here?"

charles raises a brow, clearly amused. "could ask you the same thing, but i won't," he holds out a pouch full of bloodied and dull arrowheads. "i need to get this done before i forget."

that's a lie, he never forgets anything. you're about to make an excuse so he can be left to the solitude he so clearly went looking for when he nods to a patch of grass beyond the trees.

"if you're not busy doing... this," he gestures to the godforsaken bush again "you could help, if you want?" he asks, tone suddenly unsure.

you do. god, you do. you nod fiercly and set off for the clearing, really just hoping you won't fall over on the way there. you hear charles sigh behind you, and you think it's one of relief.

"here," charles says and offers a knife when you're both seated in the grass that you both made it to safely and without issue.

you shake your head and pull your own from your belt, grabbing one of the arrows instead. a comfortable silence envelops you as you both get to work sliding your blades against the bloody tips.

then, as you lay your finished arrow in front of you and goes to grab another, charles sighs and lays back in the grass. you watch him curiously, your brain not being able to come up with anything other than how peaceful he looks like this.

you go back to working to keep your hands occupied as he speaks, "dutch's and micah's plan - what do you think?"

you snort and work your jaw a bit before responding. "the boat job? arthur says he has a bad feeling, and he's right more often than he's wrong. i don't know, lotta money if it goes right, i guess."

you don't know much about the plan itself other than the fact that micah seems to think himself a genius for procuring it, and that arthur and hosea don't trust him or his reasoning.

dutch is onto that money like a shark though, and the way things usually go, he'll refuse to hear reason and do it anyway. will only get out alive and richer because arthur and the others will be there too, killing folk so they can get away.

"lots of death if it goes wrong," charles adds and you hum, tossing the knife and laying down next to him, looking at the stars above.

"you don't fancy it either, then?" you say.

charles is silent for a second, which tells you that no, no he does not.

"i think arthur's right about this micah feller," he says finally. "he only needs dutch on his side, though, to hell with the rest of us."

"yeah." you grind your teeth just thinking about it. everything you hear him say to the women and charles and lenny and tilly - you seriously doubt anyone but dutch and micah himself wants him here.

"but," you sit up, scooting closer without really meaning to. "we'll be okay, i know it."

charles blinks up at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he raises himself to his elbows. normally you would have moved away by now, excpet something is telling you to stay. you lick your lips, eyes flicking to his before they go back to his eyes.

"yeah?" he murmurs. "how do you know that, mister?"

the distance between you shrink inch by agonizing inch, and your eyes grow wide as you feel his breath on your face. for a moment, only your combined breathing can be heard in the forest, as if the world stopped when you weren't looking.

mind running a mile a minute, you gape in shock that this is really happening, neglecting to respond long enough for charles to begin pulling away.

"hey..." you quickly grab him and hold him steady beneath you, hoping your voice won't be shaking as much as your hands are. "because we'll be in it together."

charles smiles, wide and genuine. you don't have time to appreciate it before he's pulling you in - grabbing your face and setting his hand on your side - and kissing you.

it's like a dream, the way your lips move against one another as if that's all they were ever meant to do. you can't believe this is happening - finally happening.

when you finally pull back to breathe, you laugh breathlessly and kiss the corner of his mouth as he grins and wraps you in his arms. "you fool," he say into his neck, "i can't believe it took micah's foolishness to get us to finally do this."

and then finally you get to hear charles smith laugh, and you think you found the heaven people insist lies in the sky, right here on the ground, beneath you and around you and beside you - just as it should be <3

<3

thank you for reading! feel free to send me more writing requests 💗

[scarfacemarston]

Something to add to your fanfics!

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Doubt

~ Charles Smith/Male!Reader

~ Romantic

~ 1.2k words

Request :3

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It was generally well accepted around camp, save for Micah, that Charles was one of the most honest, respectable men around. You couldn’t disagree. However, what a lot of them didn’t quite know, Charles himself, held a lot of doubt with himself. Struggling to find a place he’s truly wanted and cared for.

With a black father and a Native American mother, two sides of the minority spectrum weren’t exactly welcomed much anywhere. He figured he, along with many of the others around camp, would never find love. Until the two of you started dating.

While he didn’t show it outwardly to anyone, he would defend you to the ends of the Earth. You were one of the things he felt he could understand in a world where he was unwelcome. He felt unworthy of your affection, but that didn’t mean he was ungrateful. Far from it.

“Charles?” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he’s quick to raise his gaze from the arrow he was putting together. The rest laying at his feet, somewhat buried in the grass. Seems he’s been working on them all day.

“You alright?” you inquire, looking him up and down closely. His shoulders were practically up to his ears and he seemed more stiff than normal. You carefully step around the arrows to be able to stand next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Charles’ eyes follow your movements closely, seeming almost captivated by you. He sighs at your question with a slow shake of his head, going back to tying off the fiber of the dull point, connecting the insert into the shaft of the arrow.

Silence passes over the two of you for a long minute. You slowly move your hand up from Charles’s shoulder and onto the top of his head, affectionately stroking his hair down the back of his skull. The tension in his shoulders seems to all but vanish with your touch.

“Y’know you’re louder than you think.” you note, cocking your head as you look down at him sitting on an old crate. Charles looks up towards you through his eyelashes. The corners of his mouth turning upwards into a hint of a grin, before it falls flat as usual. You could read the man like an open book; something was on his mind. He might as well have been screaming to the high heavens.

“I just..” he sighs. His eyebrows creasing in the middle as his jaw clenched tightly. He’s never been one to hold his tongue on what he thinks, yet for some reasons, the words feel stuck on his tongue. He was always so humble on both his blessings and his shortcomings, yet in this moment, he couldn’t help but envy you. The way you spoke with ease, as if the burden you carry were as light as feathers.

“I was too young to remember my mother’s tribe.. And now that it’s gone..” he trails off once again. His fists balling around the incomplete arrow in hand, not yet sharp enough to cut his fingers should they accidentally glide over the head. “I don’t.. mean to complain.” Charles shakes his head dismissively and looks back down towards the arrow in his grasp. You frown at his reaction. You admire how needlessly selfless he is, yet sometimes you wish he would be selfish for once. To do something for himself instead of providing for either you or the gang, despite his loyalty to all of you.

“I can’t say I get it, ‘cause I don't.. but you’ll always have a place, ya hear?” you murmur, bending down slightly to place a kiss onto the crown of his head, only to kneel down next to him to be at eye level. Charles looks over towards you curiously, his expression unreadable. Eyeing you closely as if he’s expecting you to walk away at any given moment to wallow in his doubt, but you don’t. Catching him off guard when you trail your hand down his back and rest it on his knee.

“Yeah? You think so?” He muses with a dry chuckle. He looks at you for a moment, his stoic facade cracking slightly and giving way. Exposing the softer layer of a man hardened by the years on the run. Then his eyes divert right back to the arrow, going right back to tying it off. Bringing it to his mouth and tearing through the twine with ease, spitting out the stray fibers in the opposite direction of you.

You shift your position to sit in front of him, kneeling just before the pile of arrows bunched at his feet. Your hands sliding down his forearms, to his wrists, before reaching his hands. Gently coaxing them apart and slotting yourself in between them, putting yourself in his line of sight. Your knees digging into the grass below; the denim of your jeans only collecting grass stains.

“I know so, sweetheart.” you murmur. Your tone laced with absolute conviction. He feels silly, having you sit here and explain these things to him, yet you aren’t the slightest bit bothered. One of your hands moves from Charles’ hand and up towards his cheek, cupping it affectionately. The pad of your thumb caressing over his strong cheekbone, causing him to give a relatively shaky sigh.

Your touch was the one thing he could never trade for the world. The warmth of your skin on his own filled him with a sense of hope. An idea that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay in the end. His deep brown eyes lock onto your own. To anyone else, he would’ve seemed annoyed with your touch. You, however, can see past that. You can see the expansion in his pupils. The way his muscles relax and his heart quickens. The softer side to the quiet brute.

“You’ll always have a place in my heart. Always. There ain’t a person, place, or thing that could even compare to that.” Charles knew you loved him. What he didn’t know, however, was how much. The amount of love emitting from a single caress felt overwhelming.

“Seems you picked up Hosea’s wit; you always know what to say. One of the smartest men i know.” Charles mutters quietly. His hand drops the arrow into the grass next to you, only to rest his calloused hands on both sides of your neck, just underneath your jaw.

He wasn’t much for affection, but he would always make an effort for you. Leaning forward on his crate and capturing your lips in his own with a chaste kiss. You kiss back without hesitation, embracing it with open arms and an open heart. He can taste beer on your lips. A bitter, citrus-y taste, yet a welcome one nonetheless.

The two of you part after a few seconds with individual sighs of contentment, only for you to giggle like a giddy schoolgirl. “I just say what’s on my mind.” you shrug, pulling your hands into your lap and slowly rising back to your feet, causing Charles’ hands to move away from you.

He watches you closely as you check his supplies pile for his arrows. Noting his lack of, you promise to bring him more with a gentle kiss on the forehead before stepping away from him. Despite all of the doubts and uncertainty in the world, the one thing he could always be sure of was your love for him. You were the best man he’s ever met among camp, if not in his life.

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i had to rewrite this entire thing because my file got corrupted </33 I hope you like it :3

[issdisgrace]

LOST BETS AND SKIRTS

In order to get money for the camp. The men and woman in the gang made a bet against each other that whatever group could con/rob the most out of people by the end of the week would pick what they did with the money raised but they also got to pick the punishment for the other group’s failure to collect.

The bet was won by the women and they decided that the men all had to wear skirts for the next week and that all of them had to go out of camp at least 5 separate times with the skirts on and they couldn’t just sit around camp and wait for the week to be over.

So all the men had to go into town to buy a skirt to wear for their punishment, using their own money. In the end Dutch ended paying for everyone as he was feeling very generous. But anyway, picture a group of men going into a boutique looking at skirts and trying them on. It was a sight to see.

Also, the women managed to get them all together at the end of the week and took a picture of all of them together in their skirt. Ms Grimshaw later on got a frame for the picture and she often walks by it and laughs, thinking back to that week.

WHAT TYPE OF SKIRT THEY GOT

Arthur let Charles pick out his skirt, as he was too overwhelmed by all the choices. Charles ended up pick out a light brown skirt for him. It was simple and Arthur can easily move around in it.

Bill got a simple dark brown skirt that flowed way too much in the wind and he may or may have not accidentally flashed some people because I fell like the man hates wearing underwear.

Charles got a purple skirt with a nice lace detailing on it. He looks magnificent in it. He looked like a god, even. Arthur spent almost his whole week drooling over Charles.

Dutch being Dutch got a really nice expensive black skirt with a nice red jeweled pattern. He also got the skirt tailored to him because he is Dutch.

Hosea got a blue skirt that reminded him of something Bessie would have worn. It made him feel powerful, and he rocked that shit.

John and Javier got matching black skirts. They both rocked them and in the end, the two started to wear skirts around camp 24/7 unless they were some place cold.

Kerian got a simple blue skirt that matches his shirt. Initially, Kerian was very self-conscious about the way he looked in his skirt, but over the week, he slowly became more and more confident.

Lenny manage to find an orange skirt that looked similar to his orange handkerchief. He mostly liked the experience, but he hated the attention that just wearing a skirt caused.

Micah got a red skirt because he loves the color red. He decided to fuck it if I’m gonna make a fool out of myself. At least I look good. So he fully committed to his art and got the whole womanly shebang and for his week he dressed up as a woman and robbed way too many men blind.

Pearson picked out a simple black skirt. He spent most of his week in the saloon with the others. He enjoyed the skirt, and it reminded of his time in the navy. So when he got drunk, he spent his time telling stories of his time in the navy.

Sean got a green skirt that matched his hat perfectly. He also got it because it has ruffles at the bottom of it. Sean flashed multiple camp members on purpose as a joke.

Swanson was surprisingly fine with the whole ordeal. He got a black skirt and rocked that shit. Now he only really wears pants when it’s cold and those are under the skirt.

THEIR FEELINGS ON THE PUNISHMENT

9/10. Arthur thought he would absolutely hate the whole experience, but he enjoyed it. He also thought it was funny that he was a man in a skirt chasing down his bounty. As no one really thinks that they would ever be chased down, tackled, and hog-tied by a man wearing a skirt. Also during this time his wallet kept fluctuating as he kept buying Charles fancy drinks then would go and caught a bounty to get back the money he spent on Charles.

8/10. Bill was surprisingly fine with having to wear the skirt. He actually enjoyed it, but he would never tell anyone. But sometimes when he’s a little too much to drink, he slips it on and struts around the camp in it. But during his week he went out more than the 5 required times and he surprisingly enjoyed everyone’s eyes being on him. Also, the first time he wore it to the saloon in Valentine, some drunk made fun of him and he beat the absolute shit out of him. So when he continued to show up throughout the week with the skirt on, no one dared to say anything to him.

10/10. Charles liked the whole experience. On the occasion he does wear the skirt as it is the perfect thing to wear when the weather is warm. Charles didn’t mind the attention he got while wearing the skirt, as it was mostly people completing him or buying him drinks.

7/10. Dutch thought he would hate it but ended up really like the whole experience. He kept the skirt and wore it on occasion around camp when it was hot as hell out as it had a nice breeze and he didn’t feel so hot and stuff down there. Dutch also had the thought when he was wearing the skirt and people would look at him funny that at least he’s wearing something and not going around butt ass naked.

7/10. Hosea enjoyed the experience and took it as a good lesson on women’s beauty standers. It had a downside, and he wasn’t able to con as many people as he would have liked due to the skirt, but he still managed to get a good bag in the end. At the end of the week, he took it to Bessie’s grave as a gift.

10/10. Javier really enjoyed it. He enjoyed the attention that came along with the skirt as well. He picked up many ladies and men in the saloon due to his skirt and his charm. Like I stated, he is only ever found in a skirt when he’s at camp. He finds it nice and comfy. He also likes how he is defying societal norms.

8/10. John enjoyed it. The whole experience brought something out in him. He started to care more about his appearance and his clothes. The experience also brought out a more feminine side in John, but if anyone dared questioned or asked him about it, he would threaten them with his knife. His thoughts were definitely along the line of if you say the wrong thing about me and my knew found femininity, I will cut your balls off and shove them down your throat.

6.5/10. Like I said, Kerian was initially very self-conscious about the way he looked in the skirt, afraid that one of the others would make fun of him despite being in the same boat. As the week went on, he slowly found confidence not a lot, but some was better than none. Due to this whole experience, Kerian started to feel more comfortable with himself and the way he presented himself. He started presenting more androgynous. Eventually, overtime he wanted to explore his feminine side beside wearing skirts around camp. So he managed to work up the courage to ask the girls how to do makeup. They were all happy to give him tips and tricks. In the end, Kerian never thought a stupid bet would make him more comfortable with himself.

7/10. Lenny is very chill and enjoyed his time in the skirt. Like I said earlier, Lenny didn’t really like the attention when he wore his skirt out for the designated 5 times. The only times he was fine with the attention was when a surprising amount of women kept buying him drinks. After the week was up, he cut the skirt up into different sizes and uses them as rags.

10/10. Micah has commitment to his craft. He shaved his facial hair off; he got one of the girls to do his makeup. He made up a fake back story and perfected his voice, which he surprisingly sounded like a woman. Some of the guys thought the girls brought another woman back to camp, only to find that it was Micah. The whole camp, even Swanson and Pearson, went to see Micah put his plan in action. They watched from a far as Micah played damsel in distress and robbed man after man. He ended up with a bag full of goods. He also kept the git up and on occasion when he’s in a good mood he’ll put it on and play damsel in distress.

8/10. Pearson enjoyed the whole experience but he won’t tell anyone that. While Pearson was out, he blended in well and never got any comments on the skirt. Also, like I said earlier, when he got drunk, he told stories of his time in the Navy. Let’s just say the gang found out how much of a freak Pearson was when he was younger. 0/10 the gang will never let him get drunk enough for story teller Pearson to come out.

9/10. Sean loved it. He still wears his skirt around camp. He doesn’t give two fucks what others have to say about him and his skirt. He went out his required 5 times, but other than that, he mostly lounged around camp. When he was out, he found that he was mostly ignored. Most people thought it was a cultural thing, so they didn’t say anything.

10/10. Swanson throughly enjoyed it but he was also drunk half the time, so that also probably added to his willingness. He spent more than his 5 required times out of camp. He never got questioned on why he was wearing a skirt as people just thought it was a religious garment. Also, like I said earlier, Swanson now only wears a skirt, but when it’s cold, he wears pants underneath his skirt.

EXTRA

Jack got jealous after 2 days that everyone was wearing a skirt, so he convinced Abigail to take him to go get one. He got a black one to match John’s.

10/10. Jack loved it and he, like his father, wears the skirt around camp all the time. I feel like he also continued this into his adulthood as a way to honor his father. But during the week, Jack went out with John a couple of times to show off that he was matching with his daddy. While Jack was out with John, he saw his father threaten and beat the shit out of a couple of people that made comments about the two of them. John then made Jack promise to never tell Abigail and Jack stuck to his promise and never told his mother.

Trelawny was just visiting for a week and the week he came was the week the punishment happened. Trelawny decided eh why not, even though I’m not a part of this I will participate. He went in to town with the others ended up getting a really nice red skirt with black lace detail on it.

10/10. Trelawny loved the whole experience. He also very much enjoyed the attention that he got when he was out. He also enjoyed how many men and women bought him drinks throughout the week, but as pay back he would do magic for them. I must warn you, when he gets too drunk his magic starts lacking, and he starts speaking French. So if you don’t speak French, I’m afraid that you’ll be very lost when he starts ranting.

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Imagine slapping their asses 🙏🙏

•Dutch; immediately pissed off, depends on who slapped his ass, he might push his cigar into their arm or something out of anger. Will grumble if it's his partner and shoo them away, smokes enough cigarettes after that to take away ten years on his life (it definitely made a camp deafening sound when they slapped it)

•Arthur; the most shocked face ever, just has to stand there for a minute to figure out whatever the fuck just happened. Will stumble over his words, before glaring at the person and chest bump them a few times, but secretly he's nearly popping a boner 💔💔

•John; eye twitches, trying to hold back grabbing his revolver and threatening the person. Says something sarcastic and crosses his arms like the dumb child he is. Will definitely be so damn embarrassed that he flushes as red as Sean's hair. Definitely blabs about it to Abigail later and gets huffy when she laughs

•Hosea; jumps a foot in the air and his body bends like a banana 😭 he's not mad, he'd never get mad, but he is a bit embarrassed about that. He sighs softly, tells a little story about his youth and how he would be able to handle it when he was younger as he rubbed his sore ass, then says he's too old for all that 🫶🫶

•Javier; yells out the loudest Spanish he's ever said, nearly falls forward from the shock of it as both hands go to cover his ass. Can't see it since he pulls his poncho up over his entire face, but he is burning bright red and thinking about it for the rest of the month. Will never trust being around the person again, will side eye them and cover his ass with anything if he's around them again 😢

•Bill; Two different ways this could go. One, he's drunk as a bitch and he hurls a beer bottle them and starts cursing and chasing them all over yelling about how he's no queer, even if it was a woman that slapped his ass, or he will just glare and threaten them a little bit and try to intimidate them if by god he's not drunk

•Kieran; actually stands up straight for once instead of being like a shrimp literally 24/7. Looks like a bug when you pick up a rock, eyes all wide and face flushed even pinker than it usually already naturally is. Definitely looks spaced out the rest of the day, probably can't stop thinking about it for sure

•Sean; gasps and is completely over dramatic, falling and pulling whoever slapped his ass down with him. Definitely tells everyone that the person slapped his ass, and he sounds strangely proud about it too..

•Lenny; poor boy doesn't know what to do, he's stuttering and gripping at his favorite book that he was reading, glancing around as he tried to say something. Might quirk a smile after a while, but it's whenever that person isn't around (he's so embarrassed don't do it again he can't handle it 💔)

•Micah; immediately cracks up and dares the person to slap his ass again, sticking it out slightly. He then promptly slaps that person's ass twenty times harder than they slapped his. It becomes a little game between the two whenever they see each other

•Charles; the absolute politest, might get a bit grumbly. 'oh my' is the first words outta his mouth 😭 will ask them why they did that and if it was supposed to be funny. He's like a mother in this sense, but also can't stop grinning since he actually liked it ❤️

[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

[readngandweepng]

afab!charles smith x top male reader

note: no pronouns for reader but written with a male in mind. half proofread. still have to get used to writing dialogue for rdr characters but hopefully i did all right. (charles is somewhat of a silent lover in my mind anyway). kind of rushed because i meant to end it earlier but didnt so. ignore any plot contrivances lmao

charles is gentle, drawing out your kisses and holding your face in his hands. they're rough from years of hard work yet his touch feels like silk. a thumb rests at your lip, opening your mouth just a little wider to allow him to deepen the kiss. your hands move from his waist to his hips, feeling the skin beneath his clothes. you smile and reach up to squeeze his chest. he pulls away and chuckles, moving your head slightly to the side to place kisses on your neck. he's never been the possessive type, but his teeth graze your skin as he sucks on the spot where your neck and shoulder meet. your hand at his hip begins to roam, making sure your finger tips just barely brush against him. a small gasp escapes him as your hand on his chest tweaks a nipple. you roll it under your thumb, giving it one last gentle pinch before you signal him to move away to lift up his shirt.

you're alone together in the woods, temporarily camping out at a nice, enclosed little spot charles had found on a previous solo hunt. it was around midnight when you had arrived, but now you've lost track of time—you always do when you're with him.

you trail your lips across his bare chest, your hot breath tickling him. charles leans in, letting you catch one of his nipples between your teeth before suckling on it. he shivers and it makes you laugh, letting go of his shirt and having it fall over you and allowing you to be boxed within the warm heat coming from his body. he lets out a faint moan as your tongue moves in circles, causing him to grab at your biceps from the sudden wave of pleasure.

you move out from under his shirt, the cool night air suddenly striking your skin. charles is visibly embarrassed, still not completely used to the way you make him feel. you kiss him again and this time you lead him to sit down on the ground with you, the both of you dropping to your knees before you gently push him down onto his back. he intuitively spreads his legs, allowing you to undress him completely. his shirt you only unbutton, moving it out of the way to reveal his perky chest under the moonlight.

"it's embarrassing when you stare," he says, but he makes no move to hide his body from you. he only lays down, tilting his head to look up at you. his chest rises and falls at a brisk pace.

"i'm sorry, my love," with a coy smile on your face you take hold of his thighs as if asking for an invitation. "could i make it up to you?"

the gesture makes his heart jump, letting out a stubborn huff and an audible mumbled affirmation under his breath. his hands twitch at his sides as he watches you adjust your kneeled position and dive between his legs.

you start by gently blowing, already feeling charles shake under your touch. your lips are on him, sucking his clit and swiping your tongue between his folds. you try to take it slow for charles' sake, but the sight of his juices trickling from his twitching hole has you forgetful. your tongue suddenly being stuffed inside of him has charles' legs locking around your head, his strong thighs serving as a way to help ground you while you get lost in the taste of his now puffy pussy.

from above you he breathes out, "don't stop," so you stop. when you look up you see his arms are above his head draped over his splayed-out hair, probably wishing you were holding him down. the sight makes you smile. charles catches your gaze and turns his head to the side, hiding his face in his arm.

"i thought you were making it up to me?" his tone is playful as he fails to close his legs, your body still settled between them and blocking their way.

"i will, i will.." you undo your pants, taking yourself out. you prop charles so his lower half is settled on your thighs and then taking his hands in yours you pull him up to hover above you. without question he lowers himself onto your cock, slowly taking you in inch by inch, sighing with content when you're fully inside him.

he takes a minute to adjust, resting his forehead against yours as he forces his eyelids open. you watch as charles unbuttons your shirt and traces your collarbone, dragging his finger across the mark he left on you earlier. his hips move on their own in attempt to fulfill his inner desire, causing his mouth to fall open in a silent plea for more.

he looks gorgeous as he uses your thighs as leverage to lift himself up and down on your cock. you suddenly buck your hips in tandem with his own, ripping a low moan from his throat. his breaths stutter with every drop, his composure rapidly swindling before your very eyes.

charles is almost ashamed at how fast he's falling apart. moans catch in the back of his throat, the sound of his own wetness squelching with every thrust of your girth inside of him being overwhelmingly addicting. your groans fill his ears as your hands grasp at every inch of his skin that you can reach. your dick practically does the same, filling him so well he can feel every little twitch and throb. without warning your cum coats his walls with a groan of his name, making him gasp in surprise. the feeling has him tightening around you, his entire body convulsing as he cums on your cock. your rocking bodies come to a halt, and once you catch your breath you bask in charles' afterglow. the moonlight never fails to bring out every one of his perfections, but the glistening of your shared cum flowing down the base of your cock is truly a sight you won't forget.

you make sure to give him some time to breathe when you kiss him once more, holding him tightly in your arms so he doesn't slip away. smiling you glance up at the sky and take your shirt off, tossing it to the side. "the night's still young, y'know.." charles shakes his head in feigned dismay as you gently push him onto his back again, giving him a perfect view of the stars and a promise for a long, satisfying night.

[allzelemonz]

After: Charles Smith X Male Reader

Pronouns: None Mentioned, implied masculinity Primary Sex: None Mentioned Secondary Sex: Omega Rating: M/References to sex Warnings: Alpha Charles Smith, a/o, mating cycles/in heat, scenting, kissing, cuddling, aftermath of heat, heat recovery, begging, referenced anal sex, soft Charles Smith, references to breeding Summary: After your first bonded heat, Charles wakes up with his omega still fast asleep.

Charles feels warm when he opens his eyes. He feels warm and comfortable. A pleasant scent fills his nose as he takes a deep breath. Then he’s reminded. He looks down at his sweet smelling Omega curled into his chest, face buried there. Poor thing, such a long heat. Charles thought it would never end, he had started to worry last night after he’d knotted you for the… he’d lost count of just how many times he’d done it at that point. You begged so sweetly each and every time, no way he could deny you. But seeing you so exhausted, scent strong in his nose but void of that enhanced hint of heat, he can’t help but think he might’ve been a little rough.

And somewhere in the back of his mind he worries about how long Hosea’s mix of herbs lasts. He doesn’t think anyone could have this long of a heat, this intense and heavy. Something to talk about once he’s sure you’re okay. He can feel the dampness around him now, the soft blanket of the nest weighed down by slick and sweat. It makes the Alpha part of him proud that he brought so much out of you, but he still worries about so many things. This is your first heat since you bonded afterall. Maybe that’s why it was so intense. He hopes his rut isn’t this harsh, he doesn’t want to push you into something so intense. He knows how his instincts can make him act when he’s not thinking clearly. Of course he knows you’re strong, an outlaw in your own right, if you knew his thoughts you’d argue with him.

For now he focuses on your sweet scent that’s returned to normal. He’s always loved it, from the moment he first met you he couldn’t get enough of it. Sometimes he’d volunteer to help on jobs with you just so he could enjoy it. He knows he’s not the only Alpha in camp that did things like that, though he might be the only one that feels a little guilty about it.

You stir against his chest, your limbs stretching out as you wake up and settle back against him. He reaches down and tilts your head up to look at him. Your eyes are still full of sleep, a bit of that heat bliss lingering there too. It makes him smile.

“Feeling alright?” He murmurs, careful to be soft in your sensitive post-heat state.

You hum pleasantly, situating yourself so you can rest closer to his face. He doesn’t hesitate to press a kiss to your lips once you’re close enough. Both of you have a bit of a swell to your lips, spending most of the heat using kisses to keep whimpers and moans from traveling back to the others a few yards away in camp. But he kisses you all the same, your scents mingling in the air as you do. Even when he’s done, he presses soft little residuals until he finally settles his head against yours.

“Nothing hurt?” He asks softly.

You snuggle closer to him. “Not right now.”

He hums, settling again. His questions and worries can wait for later, after all this heat scent has faded and you’re more awake. For now, cuddling is perfectly fine for Chales. His sweet Omega, all bliss and warmth in his arms.

[marksbear2]

Mark I have forgotten how much I was addicted to your writing. Spice or no spice anything really. I have so many requests in my head that it's making me crazy😭 Can you pleaseeeeee write a possessive Charles smith fic?

CHARLES SMITH X MALE READER

⚠️Warnings- Smutt!! Frotting, jealous Charles, slightly mad jealous foreplay, handjob, humping. And etc!!⚠️

Jealously wasn’t an word he would describe himself but as he watched Y/n— no. His Y/n, help out Arthur clean and wax his gun while chatting man. 

Though man and man, all the of the rest gang and camp, knew Y/n was his. And yet there Arthur was being too close to Y/n. The two were laughing and nudging one another, making long and strong eye contact with one another.

Charles stomach felt tight. He could feel his own jealousy flare up. He knew Arthur and Y/n has nothing going on but still it didn’t stop his heart feeling the way that it did.

With another glare Charles walked away going back to doing his own thing trying to ignore the jealously he had in his stomach. 

After a while it was getting late and everyone was going inside their tents and such. Y/n was there sitting looking at Charles backside. Y/n has been trying to have an conversation with Charles, but the man just gave bland and short answers.

“Charles…Charlie look at me…” Y/n said wrapping his arms around him kissing his cheek.”

“What’s going on with you and…” Charles muttered as he trailed off not wanting to say what he really wanted to say. 

Charles turned around and wrapped his arms around Y/n possessively hugging him tightly burying his face in the crook of Y/n’s neck.

Charles clung to Y/N, his arm resting firmly around their shoulders as he pulled them closer, his leg draping over theirs possessively. He pressed his face into the crook of Y/N's neck, his warm breath tickling their skin. His grip tightened ever so slightly as he nuzzled closer to them, seeking comfort in their proximity.

"Mine." He murmured softly against their skin, his voice filled with possessiveness as he held onto them tightly.

Y/n was confused but, it was better then the silent treatment. Y/n leaned into the touch feeling Charles’s large hand roam around his body. Charles hand sneaks up inside his shirt and began to roam around Y/n’s body touching his nipples and tugging them. Y/n was completely confused because just a second ago Charles giving him the silent treatment but he was complaining.

Charles ignored Y/n’s confused expression As the older man touched Y/n and used his free hand to undo his belt. Y/n gripped onto his shoulders, to ‘Stop him’ but he didn’t make a actual effort to push him away. 

Once he threw Y/n’s belt to the side he zipped down the fly to your pants, and pushed his hand inside of Y/n’s underwear touching your soft cock.

Y/n let out a gasp as he felt his cold hand wrap around his cock.

“Your cock fits so good in my hand...I bet no one makes you feel like this.” Charles whispered moved his hand against and jerking the semi-soft cock in his hand. Y/n’s body tensed as he felt Charles hand wrap around his cock. Y/n started to get aroused causing his dick to harden. 

Charles kissed and peppered Y/n’s neck with small kisses as he stroked his cock until Y/n got fully hard.

Charles laughed softly as he felt his lover’s cock grow and grow in his hand until Y/n were fully hard. He let go of his nipple and used the now free had to tug Y/n’s boxers and pants down low enough for his cock and can spring free from the pants.

Y/n shivered as the cold air in the air reached his cock. Charles stared at Y/n’s shaft for a while slightly admiring the size and the color taking everything in. Charles reached his own hand to his own belt and threw it to the side as he pulled down his boxers and pants he was already hard.

Charles went back to stroking Y/n’s cock as he used his free hand to jerk himself off as well. 

While the whole process Y/n could hear him mumble “Your mine” “Only I get to touch you.” Just a bunch of jealous laced words from Charles.

 Y/n feel his eyes burning into his skull, studying Y/n as if he were kind of animal. Y/n can feel his breath against his own skin. Charles let’s go of Y/n’s and his own, before grabbing Y/n’s waist and pushing down more into the floor as he rubbed his own cock against Y/n’s.

Both of the men’s cock’s rubbed against each other’s, both tips grazing one another’s. It made Y/n’s face and body hot from arousal. Charles laid in between Y/n’s legs on top of him humping his own cock with Y/n.

Y/n’s tip began to leak out precum it leaked, he began to groan as he thrusted his dick against his. Sometimes he would pull away and rub his tip against your hole teasing you. Charles spit into his hand and took both of y’all’s memebers into his hand jerking the both of you off at the time.

Y/n’s head fell back as his toes curled as he moaned. Charles looked down at Y/n admiring him. He smirked and leaned down pushing his own tongue forcefully in his mouth.

Y/n moaned and kissed him back, moving your tongue back against his own. The two’s tongues swirled and moved around one another’s. Y/n began to move his hips into his hand humping into his hand as both of cocks got wetter and wetter from both precum. Charles squeezed his hand, it felt so good.

Y/n were lost in pleasure with everything, lust consumed him as he felt the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n began let out heavy and erotic moans with small whimpering. Y/n’s body began to jolt and tense as your eyes roll back into his own head, his legs shaking as the tip of his cock shot just cum. 

Y/n gasped and held onto Charles shoulders to gather yourself. Y/ms cum got onto his shirt and Charles own cock and hand. Y/n were panting as his cock leaked out all the cum.

Charles had a smug look on his face as he looked at the aftermath of Y/n’s face. 

“You might as well let the whole gang hear what I’m doing to you.” Charles whispered kissing him passionately hugging him while whispering praises.

THE END

[herbatalover]

Could I request something with Charles? Perhaps male reader is too shy cause why would big handsome Charles ever want with them? Or something like that? Feeling extra insecure today myself lol

Again, I'm really sorry it took so long. I got problems with notifications, but here is something I came up with! I hope you'll like it

★★★★★

Charles x m!reader

It was pathetic. You were pathetic and you knew it.

You were sitting by the campfire, staring at it blankly. Most people already went off to sleep, leaving you alone with his thoughts and a drink in his hand. Sad, sure, but what else can you do when you got a hopeless crush on someone out of your league? Not only that, but on someone who's the same gender?

Now, you see, most people in the camp didn't have a problem with someone being queer. Hell, with Bill Williamson being one there was no chance for any mean comments (Micah being an exception, but I don't think we're surprised).

But that wasn't the problem. The problem was that the crush was Charles Smith himself. And as sweet and nice as he was, you couldn't risk possibly hinting at it and getting shot down. Mostly because he was too dear for you to see the awkwardness or disgust on his face. Or maybe it was the fact you were afraid he'd laugh at your face, or worse, get mad.

In the corner of your eye, you saw someone sitting down next to you. You turn your head there, noticing Bill, having his own drink. He took a swig, then looked at you.

"Tough night?"

"Tough few months..." You sigh. The man was looking at you quietly, then chuckled.

"You're sweet on someone"

"Excuse me?" You turn to him, surprised. He wasn't good at reading people, you know that. So the thought your crush was so visible sent you into slight panic.

"You're sweet on someone. I'm not surprised, many folks are fond of the ladies" He shrugged. You were staring at him quietly, then turned back to the fire as he started guessing who might it be.

"Is is Karen? She's attractive, even I know this. Tilly maybe? Or Sadie? Sadie is a hard fork partner, you'll wantnto be careful with-"

"It's a man" you muttered under your breath. You thought it was barely above a whisper, but the way he went awfully quiet made your head turned away. He likes men, you knew this, but it still felt like something to be ashamed of.

"... A man?" He repeated. You just shook your head.

"No, you overhead"

"I'm dumb L/N, but I'm not deaf" he rolled his eyes. You turn to him quietly. The shame must've been visible in your eyes, because his looks immediately softened when he looked at you. Or maybe it was pity?

"Forget it. Please"

"Y/N" he sighed. "You can trust me. Look, I might not be the best listener, but this is one topic I know how to help with"

You just look down in to your hands. The thought of letting it out, talking it through with someone seemed nice. But scary as well.

"Who is it?"

You held your breath. There it was, the question that could set you free or bring all hell upon you. You tried to come up with something, an excuse, anything. But then came a moment of braveness. So...

"It's Charles"

"Charles?!" Bill spat his drink out, coughing surprised. You shushed him quickly, not wanting anyone else to hear.

"Shut up!!"

"Sorry, sorry-" he cleared his throat, calming down. "It's just... I already expected Arthur-"

"Arthur's nice, but he's more of a brother to me" you sigh. He nodded slowly.

"... Do you want to tell him?"

"God no-" you shook your head. "he'll just reject me"

"Why do you think so?"

"Why do you not?? He obviously likes women!"

"Oh please! If anything, he loves animals over life" he muttered, waiving his hand and turned to you. "Give it a go, trust me. I... Spoke with him"

You went quiet.

You had to know everything.

"You spoke?? When?? Why?? What about?? Anything about me?? Did he-"

"Jesus, hold your horses partner!" Bill raised his hands. "Yesterday. He had to get something of his chest. He might... Like you too"

All the world started spinning around you. Charles Smith himself might like you. That's all you ever dreamed of. Bil chuckled "So I'd say, go an tell him! You might be surprised"

"...and what if he doesn't like me?"

"Doesn't like you? Oh, well then screw him! There are other guys and gals better than him!" But there wasn't. He was the best one. Yet you still smiled at Bill's attempts to make you feel better.

"Thank you" you nodded. "You really helped"

"Yea, well... When you live being sweet on someone, you learn such things towards others"

You blinked surprised, opening your mouth, ready to ask about it, he already got up, walking off.

"Goodnight Y/N"

"... Goodnight Bill"

★★★★★

You woke up early, ready to make it happen. You'll ask Charles out. Were you terrified? Absolutely. But you were also confident. After last night talk with Bill, you got tot thinking. And you figured, if he does reject you, you'll just make it look like you got shot accidentally on the next mission. No embarrassment if you don't see him again, right?

Either way, either social death or literal death. Both felt almost the same.

You walk out of your tent, going to the campfire to grab some food. You're soar and tired, but it'll go away. You stop when Charles called your name. You turn to him, the familiar nervousness, rush of heart and cold sweat appearing. You smile at him. "Yes?"

"We need to talk" he said, face serious, eyes cold.

And just like that all the confidence, all the energy boost, all the braveness went to hell. Your plan didn't exist anymore. You simply panicked.

Why does he want to talk to you? Did you do something? Your mind quickly rushed through all the possibilities. No, you don't think so... Maybe Bill talked with him, and how he doesn't want to do anything with you? That's high possibility.

Or what if Micah overheard you? Oh, then you'd be dead in everyone's eyes.

Your breathing quickened, chest squeezed, vision becoming blurry. Every bad scenario that could possibly happen was playing through your head.

But then you took a deep breath. Grounding yourself, remembering that nothing happened yet. He just needed to talk. You don't know about what. It might be both good and bad. You just had to stay calm.

Yet you were fucking scared.

★★†★★

You were waiting at the spot you were supposed to meet with Charles. It was further away from the camp, which again striked up the nervousness in you. But maybe it's not that bad. Maybe it's just something he's shy about and only trusts you to tell you about it? So you waited.

You waited a long time. What if it was just to humiliate you? In a second Sean and Javier will jump out from behind the trees, laughing at you. Yet nothing happened. So you waited.

Then came a spark of hope. Maybe he was nervous too? Maybe he did like you and decided to ask you out? He was naturally a shy man, yet you knew he could have a... Wild side. But it made you excited. Brought back the confidence in you. So you waited.

Soon enough, you heard footsteps. You turned there, noticing Charles coming.

"I'm sorry it took so long, Reverend didn't want me to get past without listening to his ballad about whiskey" he sighed as you chuckled.

"Not a problem. You wanted to talk?"

"Talk? Ah, yes..." He nodded. He seems nervous. Score.

"I... Actually wanted to talk about us"

That was enough. Before he could say anything else, you grabbed his collar, pulling down and just kissed him.

His lips were soft, surprisingly well taken care of. They were warm and you could still taste Pearson's stew on them and some morning coffee. But non of those bothered you, not even a bit.

Charles tensed up, surprised, yet raised his hands, placing them on your cheeks. And when you thought he'd kiss back, he softly pushed you away.

And there it is again, that horrible feeling like you'd be about to faint. You looked at him, panicking. Vision blurry again. But then he said something that surprised you.

"I wanted to do it first" he muttered, chuckling awkwardly. You blinked, calming down, then smiling softly. As sweet as always. "But I wanted to tell you about it first"

"Oh- I'm sorry!" You chuckled, embarrassed. You went too quick. But he didn't seem mad, at thankfully.

He then took your hands in his, walking closer to you, looking into your eyes.

"Y/N... You're an amazing man with a sweet soul and a great heart. I've liked you for as long as I remember, and I wanted to thank you for being with me this whole time. But I don't think friends are something I can stand any longer. I want to be something better. Someone more important"

Now, as much as it was sweet, it was greatly surprising. Charles rarely talked about his feelings, let alone people he's sweet on. So... You felt honoured. And touched.

No wonder it took for him so long to come. He was stressed. Maybe even as much as you. Or more.

No, he'd be dead if it was more.

He then pulled you into a warm hug. Holding you close, nuzzling to you.

"Will you go out with me?"

You honestly felt like you could fly. Years of dreaming and begging faith for one chance... And you got it. Now you'll be damned if you screw this up. The plan with "accidentally getting shot" wouldn't sound so bad then.

But you smiled as you looked up to him.

"Gladly"

[kylesgarrick]

now writing for red dead characters!! (favourites are : charles smith, dutch, kieran and bill)

[loozer]

Uhmm, taking like, requests and stuff on character fanfics, so send em in (p.s, I'm only doing male reader or trans male reader bc it's something I'm more comfortable doing)