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Hello :D May I request some Oliver headcannons with reader from the main story of Threadville? Mostly about reader being an enigma despite looking like a puppet, like being able to crack their fingers or knuckles, swim and spill blood (puppets don’t have bones, get waterlogged if they attempt to swim, and have stuffing). That sort of thing :P

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. WITHIN DIRT, FLESH GROWS .* :☆ﾟ.

✿ Summary: A Compilation of Headcanons Featuring Oliver X Human-Like Puppet Reader

✿ Character(s): Oliver (Threadville)

✿ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

✿ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

✿ Image Credits: @supernob12three on X

❀ You cracked your knuckles once in front of him—absentminded, offhand, just a little pop-pop-pop of bone and tension. Oliver dropped his trowel. “Jeepers! Was that your… hands makin’ that sound?” He leaned in, eyes rounder than saucers. “Weren’t no stuffing in there,” he whispered, like the garden weeds might be listening. He didn’t sleep easy that night, wondering what else inside you could bend without snapping.

❀ When you swam across the creek to save a floating turnip basket, he screamed so loud a flock of mourning doves took off. “You’re gonna get soggy! You’re gonna—wait… you’re… floatin’?” You emerged soaked, breathless, not bloated like a sponge left in the rain. Oliver blinked as you rung out your shirt, unwaterlogged. “Huh,” he muttered, holding his straw hat like a lifeline, “You really ain’t built like the rest of us, huh?” He didn’t stop you. But the next time, he followed with floaties and a rope—just in case.

❀ He once saw you bleed. Just a scrape—barely more than a paper cut. But the moment that red welled up, thick and metallic and not thread, Oliver backed up three steps and gasped like he’d seen a ghost. “Th-that ain’t stuffing…” He offered you a napkin, hands shaking like leaves in the wind. “Y-you alright? I didn’t mean to hurt you—oh jeepers—should I get Veena? Or a Band-Aid? Or a priest?”

❀ Veena doesn’t like you. Oliver doesn’t get why. But when he asked, she only said: “You brought something in that doesn’t belong. Something that walks like us but bleeds like something else.” Now when he has tea parties with her, he brings you up a little quieter. But not with any less fondness.

❀ Your laugh sounds different. Not stitched together like the others’. Not cued-up or pre-looped. It starts in your chest and shakes your ribs and comes out full and uneven. Organic. Oliver didn’t know laughter could crack like that— He likes it. He really does. But every now and then, he stares too long. Like he’s wondering if it’s real, or if you’re just really good at pretending.

❀ He tried teaching you how to sew a button one afternoon. You pricked your finger on the needle and bled. A single drop bloomed scarlet on the white thread like a firefly. Oliver stared. “I… I think the button’s cursed now.” You offered to finish it. He said no. He gave you his peanut butter and jelly sandwich as a peace offering. He doesn’t know why he was so scared, but it felt like he pricked something deeper than a finger.

❀ He likes how warm you are. Most folks here are soft and cool to the touch—felt or corduroy or cotton. But when your arm brushes his, he feels skin. He feels heat. He swears you’re like holding a pocketful of summer. And it confuses him—Because puppets don’t keep warmth. So where are you getting it from?

❀ He saw your shadow move when you didn’t. Not in a scary way—just… out of step. You turned your head. The shadow didn’t. Not right away. It caught up a moment later like it had forgotten to. Oliver didn’t mention it. But he pulled his hat lower over his eyes and whispered to himself: “Sun’s playin’ tricks again…” (But it wasn’t sunny.)

❀ You once helped Oliver with the morning harvest. He handed you a spade, not expecting much. Then you hoisted a squash as big as Rocky without so much as a grunt. He gawked. “You’re stronger than Rocky!” When you shrugged and cracked your back with an audible pop, Oliver nearly fainted. He called you “Farmhand of the Future” and gave you an extra slice of rhubarb pie out of sheer, wide-eyed awe.

❀ One evening, after a long day of planting, you two lay back in the field. He looked over at you, drowsy and thoughtful. “You’re real funny, you know that?” “…Funny how?” He squinted up at the stars. “Funny like… you don’t fit here. But not in a bad way. Like you’re somethin’ carved, not sewn. Like maybe you were meant to be here all along… just not made the way the rest of us were.” He smiled. “I think that’s alright, though. You still help the turnips grow just fine.”

ARRRRGGGGGGGGHH!!!!

to any if my mutuals who see this, no you didn't. Totally not tweaking out about an asmr series i found like 3 hours ago, shut your eyelids.

WHY ARE THERE NO X READER FANFICS FOR ROBERT VOLKER?!?!?!?!??!?!?!

Shining Armor ASMR did such a good job at getting me to fall inlove with this character I've just now discovered. He's so silly and sweet and i love this little psychopath freak, bro got me hooked on the first few minutes of the video and it was wild.

when i first got recommended the video Scientist lover revives you video (the first part of the series) i was expecting something super corny and lame but i was literally shell shocked at how good it was- the screaming and getting electrocuted was NOT what i expected from an asmr and i am NOT complaining.

For anyone whos curious, this is whole series (FOR NOW!!!)

On me hands and knees may I request general romance hcs with Mud x reader? Maybe what he's like when he's whoops in way too deep and realises? Thank you omg

۶ৎ Mud x GN!Reader General Romance HCs

《 A/N: YESS I GOT YOU ANON!! THE CROWD GOES WILD 🗣‼️‼️ I'm IN LOVE with this guy I can't even lie, this prompt is cute asf <33 Ty for requesting! 》

───────────── ۶ৎ ────────────── “Ah, shit."

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☠︎︎ He realizes he's in love with you when he catches himself stealing trinkets, not for himself, but because he thought 'Y/N might like this.'

☠︎︎ The realization hits him like bullet to the neck!

☠︎︎ He'd try to deny it at first, telling himself that you're just another ‘scheme’ he's working on.

☠︎︎ What scheme you may ask?

☠︎︎ Uh…

☠︎︎ "Just gettin' close to earn their trust... that's all." He lies murmurs to himself under his breath.

☠︎︎ Sure.

☠︎︎ You'd notice him watching you from across the butchershop, quickly averting his eyes whenever you catch him staring.

☠︎︎ Despite his decaying appearance, Mud becomes oddly self-conscious around you when he’s fallen deep!

☠︎︎ He’s adjusting his fedora, straightening his tie and even making sure the melting skin on his face looks ‘presentable’.

☠︎︎ Ken can read his brother like a book, he often catches him staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

☠︎︎ "Me? In love?! With Y/N?! HAHAHA! That's rich!” He throws his head back as he cackles fakely. After he’s done ‘laughing’, he’ll probably beat on his chest to clear his throat.

☠︎︎ Ken just rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

☠︎︎ There’s definitely been instances where he asks Ken to cement a person who’s been harassing you around town under the guise of them being an awful person (which they are) similar to how Ken avoided telling Mud why they were trying to hunt Jack.

☠︎︎ When you ask him directly why he's been acting…strange, he'd respond with something like: “Strange? Me? I ain't strange, doll! I'm the most normal rotling in this whole district. It's YOU who's been actin' funny!”

☠︎︎ Watching the light in your eyes sparkle as he hands you a present really warms his heart…wait does he even have one—

☠︎︎ He’ll probably confess with a bouquet of stolen flowers, the ones you once mentioned liking in passing.

☠︎︎ He'd try to impress you with his shooting skills FOR SURE!!

☠︎︎ Despite all these cute gestures, the guy is a BIG flirt and a little shit!

☠︎︎ Since Mud is over 7 feet, the MAN IS TALL and will use it to his advantage!

☠︎︎ And so, he WILL blow smoke in your face lovingly and has the AUDACITY to chuckle to himself as he watches you swat away the fumes from your face

☠︎︎ Plus it doesn’t help that he finds you even more irresistible when you’re mad

☠︎︎ Despite his crass nature, he's surprisingly gentle with you, ONLY in private if course!

☠︎︎ But sometimes he does forget when he’s in front of his (soon to be your) family or flat out doesn’t care, so his sudden tenderness confuses the hell out of the others.

☠︎︎ “GET A ROOM!”

☠︎︎ Speaking of rooms!

☠︎︎ Since the poor fella sleeps on meat hooks in the freezer room, you bought him the mattress he’d been desperately wanting. (The gesture made him fall for you even harder)

☠︎︎ His idea of romance would be teaching you how to shoot/improving your skill if you already know how!

☠︎︎ He starts setting aside some of his stolen goods in a special "Y/N Fund" for your future together.

☠︎︎ He feels so cheesy but he genuinely thinks not being around you is worse than the Inferno itself.

☠︎︎ He’d say cute stuff like that all the time before adding something along the lines of: “Don't you dare tell anyone I said that."

☠︎︎ When you two drift asleep in the same mattress you bought him, he definitely stays awake a little longer to watch you sleep with a content smile on his face before he dozes off.

No one understands how vindicated I feel right now. For years, i have been inlove with Murro Morton- I was TEASED I was LAUGHED AT and now after the Hullabaloo circus update I open the chat and FINALLY PEOPLE ARE PAYING ATTENTION TO MURRO!!!!!

Now wheres my Murro X Reader fanfics chop chop (pretty please with a cherry on top🥺)

HNNNG GUESS WHOS BACK

(I wrote this way too fast because i needed to write this down before i writers block kicked back in so there are probably spelling mistakes, grammar issues (theres always grammar issues with my writing LMAO) goodluck!)

I'm imagining Reader, who is a traveler who goes overseas often. They go to Piltover and meet Vander and decide to join their cause, becoming a merchant to get extra money to bring in.

Reader is getting ready to set sail with their crew and Vander pulls them aside just before they leave and gives them a promise ring. Once they do set sail, Reader waves at Vander until hes out of sight.

While they were away, Vander, Silco, Connol and Felicia helped him plan an actual proposal. When Reader did finally return, they were expecting to be proposed to the second they got off of the ship but to their surprise, they were just welcomed back normally. After the next few weeks, Reader stays suspicious but in the end figures that he's going to wait until after they beat Piltover.

Once Reader is no longer suspicious, they set the plan in motion.

One day, Felicia invites Reader out and they walk around topside. Eventually, Reader is dragged into a shop and Felicia pretends to look around before "spotting" an outfit that Reader also likes. Felicia convinces them to buy it, and they do. They head back and Reader styles the outfit and while they were changing, Connol told her that everything was ready and they both sneak out.

While Reader and Felicia were out, Silco and Connol had been cooking. Reader faintly smells their favourite food as they walk out, all dressed up and see that the only thing waiting for them was a note saying that Felicia had to go.

Before Reader could change Silco shows up and asks them to help him gather some supplies or something. He insists that they don't need to change and they head out, grabbing bits and pieces from various shops before heading in a direction Reader doesn't recognise and before they can ask about it, Silco hands them a blind fold and asks them to put it on. Which they do, now incredibly suspicious (and slightly concerned).

Silco leads them along until they stop and he walks off, and Vander tells them to take off the blindfold, which they do. Immediately seeing that they're stabding ontop of an old building, a gorgeous view of Piltover and the sky, the sun setting, casting a beautiful glow over the city. Two chairs and a table, covered in their favourite food and drink and fairylights strung up all around. And Vander, dressed nicely and looking uncharacteristicly nervous.

They sit down, eat and talk and eventually the sun has set and they're sitting in comfortable silence when Vander breaks it and asks them to stand up. Weeks of practising what to say go straight out the window and he stutters his way through a small speach before he gives up and pops the question, kneeling and holding up a small box.

Reader stares down at him in shock, completely silent- everything he just said processing in their head and as Vander goes to stand up- akwardly apologising- he gets tackled down by Reader, who happily says yes.

...

NOW IMAGINE

Every year, at the same time, on the anniversary of his proposal. Reader puts on the same outfit, grabs their favourite alcohol sits in the same place they sat on that day. Mourning the life that could have been.

I hope you guys know, I looked into my drafts to posts this and i found this

I have no memory of writing this

Gaslight District X Mom!Reader Headcanons

Part Two

(Reader is Butcher Ken’s wife and Mel and Breadhead’s Mama.)

• Being the wife of a mafia boss while being the mother of a human and a yeast golem is pure insanity, but when it comes to the love for your family, there’s nothing you cannot handle.

• You mostly spend your days tending to The Whale Belly Butchershop while Ken and Mud are on their missions with the kids, but it’s not unheard of for you to join them.

• Mel would always be the first person to bounce into your arms after a successful killing mission, rambling about how awesome the trip was and how she helped the gang. She would always love hearing your words of praise after putting up with Ken’s endless bickering for her safety.

“…and then I used the chainsaw! Pretty cool, huh, mom?”

“Oh-ho-ho! I wish I was there to see it, sweetie!”

• You would always quickly tend to Mel whenever she was injured after a mission.

• Like Ken, you were severely worried about your daughter’s safety, considering how you and your husband are the only people who know she’s a human. Though, unlike him, you’re not as overprotective.

• And Mel absolutely loves you for that. She would often use you as leverage for winning arguments with her dad when it comes to her safety.

“Mel, I always told you not to-!”

“Oh, c’mon, Ken! You never let me go outside on my own! Mom always lets me!”

“DON’T BRING YOUR MOTHER INTO THIS!”

• Breadhead is a total mama’s boy and will always look forward to at least spending time with you every single day. The silly bread man just loves your guts. You’ve been nothing but sweet to him since he was a bun in the oven and he’s always willing to return the love.

• Anything his mama says, he’ll do it. Do chores at work, he’ll do it. Bring a souvenir from one of the missions, he’ll do it. Cement the man that insulted your cooking, he’ll do it.

• Just like how Mel wants Ken to be proud of her, Breadhead can’t get enough of you being proud of him.

• There was a time when you joined the Smiling Dead on a mission and Breadhead was bubbling with excitement. He was twice as excited to fight with his mama and often turned to you for praise after brutally mutilating a random Rotling.

“Mama, did you see that? Did you see what I did?”

“Of course, honey bun. Mama’s so proud!”

“Heh heh! Mama’s proud of me!”

• Even though you don’t join missions, you’re just as insane and demented as the rest of the crew. Though you do a better job at hiding it than the others. Ken and Mud find you fun to be around because of this.

• Your kids would be busy ripping apart their latest victim and you would be just watching them, unfazed with a calm yet proud smile, completely splattered in the victims purple blood.

• Ken would always plan date nights with you whenever your schedule was open. Slow dancing in the closed butcher shop with soft music in the background was always his go-to for a romantic night.

• You and Ken were the undead Bonnie and Clyde of the town, but better. You, Ken, and Mud were the only members of the Smiling Gang before Mel and Breadhead were born.

• Mud would often reminisce those days. He would always bring up how he missed those good old times when it was just you three and how much more exciting and crazier the missions were back in the day.

“Ah, Mel. You should’ve seen (Y/N) back then when she was in the crew! She was one crazy bitch!”

“Watch it, Mud! But yes, I quite was…”

• Mud often tends to steal your things just to rile you up. He knows that pissing you off is like playing with fire, but hey, what’s more fun than bickering with his sister-in-law?

• Being the wife of a mafia don always has its perks. Ken never stops spoiling you after making a good amount of scarab from work. Dresses, jewelry, custom-made knives, he always knew what you wanted.

• He happily remembered how you squealed with joy and covered his face with kisses after he gave you a torture rack as a gift on your 4th anniversary together.

• And just like Ken, you know how to spoil him too. Cooking his favorite meals, gifting him a new car and weapons, giving him a divine massage after a long and hard day of work, and always being there for him when he needs a hand.

• Ken feels like the luckiest man on earth whenever you have his back. He always tends to solve his own problems when it comes to crooks that try to mess with his family, but when his wife does it for him? He has hearts in his eyes for you.

• There was a time when a random creepy guy tried to grope Mel in the butcher shop. Before Ken could skin the fool, the creep was already bleeding on the ground, shrieking for mercy from you. But his pleas fell upon deaf ears.

• The other residents of the shop nearly pissed icicles from the smiling death stare you gave to the creep while slowly torturing him. Your calm threats to him didn’t make it better either. While Mel watched you slowly eviscerate the creep in excitement, Ken swooned at the sight of his beautiful wife defending their daughter.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!”

“…If you ever try to touch my baby girl that way again…I’ll tear out your spine through your dickhole and mulch your shit body into steaming mush…repeatedly and SLOWLY…”

• And yeah. That turns Ken on.

“Uh, dad? Why are you looking at mom like that?”

“Oh, Mel…your mother sure knows how to disturb the peace…in my pants…”

“AUGH! GROSS! TMI, DAD!”

Hello, not sure if you still up for suggestions, but here I am.

So I just saw like 20 edits of Arthur being sassy as he is and everyone at comments are like 'can you imagine the hell Hosea and Dutch survived through with teen-Arthur being EVEN SASSYIER, then he is rn'

Some hc🙏🙏🙏 bc I love them they all are very alive and very happy

poop

teen!arthur who’s 16, got a chip on his shoulder, dirt on his boots, and absolutely no fear of mouthing off to anyone, even Dutch and Hosea.

teen!arthur who stands with his arms crossed while Dutch rambles on about "the future" and goes, "is this gonna be another speech or are you actually makin’ a point this time?"

teen!arthur who grumbles under his breath when Hosea makes him do chores, like "I ain’t a damn stable boy, you got hands, don’t you?" while Hosea just sighs like he's too old for this.

teen!arthur who Dutch calls “son” and he’s like, “yeah? well I didn’t ask for a father, now did I?” and storms off like the dramatic little cowboy he is.

teen!arthur who gets banned from poker night ‘cause he keeps calling Dutch a cheat and makes brutal commentary like, “that’s the third ‘lucky hand’ in a row. damn miracle you ain’t been struck by lightnin’ yet.”

teen!arthur who steals Hosea’s flask, drinks it, coughs like hell, and still goes, “pfft, this ain’t nothin’. tastes like piss and disappointment.”

teen!arthur who glares when Hosea calls him “boy” and goes, “keep talkin’ like that and I’ll be the one teachin’ you how to shoot.”

teen!arthur who acts all tough but falls asleep next to Dutch’s tent ‘cause the man talks big, but his presence still feels kinda like home.

teen!arthur who rolls his eyes at everything but secretly writes little notes in his journal about how Hosea patched him up when he fell, and how Dutch gave him a coat when it got cold.

teen!arthur who may sass and snap and curse like hell—but who’d ride into fire if either of them asked. Even if he’s yellin’ the whole way: “this is the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard, Dutch, and I hate you!”

Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight ✮⋆˙

kieran duffy x reader

rating: explicit (18+)

Spirits are high once Jack is returned from Bronte's capture, and the gang indulges in some much needed celebration.

But you're not looking to party. You just want to spend some time with the guy who's caught your eye, Kieran "not an O'driscoll" Duffy...

content warning: f reader, smut MDNI, friends to lovers, esteem issues, gentle sex, piv sex, cunnilingus, lots of feelings and also cum, filthy dirty, kieran deserved the world and also some pussy <\3

word count: 4.7k

The Van Der Londe gang had been engulfed in chaos ever since little Jack had been taken.

Abigail has been hysterical, John seems to have had his paternal instincts awoken, enraged that his child has been stolen from him. Dutch has been on a warpath, the others following him in his endeavours to return the little one.

All you can do is watch from the sidelines, a trusted member of the gang. A woman, but skilled with firearms and entrusted to keep the gang safe while the others search for the boy.

You spend your days protecting the others, and soothing your dear friend as she sobs for her son.

When Jack is finally brought home, the whole camp seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

You watched as Dutch rode in, followed by John and a thankfully right as rain Jack.

“I’m fine mama!” The little boy called as his father pulled him off the horse, babbling away about the food he ate.

He’s completely unaware and innocent to the reasons why he was gone, to the fear everyone felt.

The joy now that he’s home.

It brought a smile on everyone's faces when Abigail wrapped her boy in her arms, thanking the others profusely for bringing her son home.

Immediately spirits had been lifted, the gang had finally had a win after months of losing.

One could say it's certainly a call for celebration.

Underneath the stars, drinks are opened and music is played, every somber face now has a giddy, drunken smile on it.

The gang hasn't been this happy since Sean had been returned, god rest his soul.

You sit beside Arthur at the fire, pleasantly buzzing after a couple of beers, singing along with everyone else.

But your eyes keep straying across the clearing, where a certain man stands idly away from the group.

Kieran Duffy leans against a table, his own beer in between his fingers as he gently sways side to side to the tune of Javier’s guitar.

He hadn't joined the others around the campfire, which you understand. But it just makes you want to be over there with him instead.

Not that you didn't enjoy partaking in the parting, it's just that you would rather do… well, him.

You blush at the thought, clearing your throat as if everyone else could have possibly heard what's going on inside your head..

“I’m gonna get another drink.” You say to no-one in particular. Arthur smiles up at you, giving you a drunken salute.

As you walk away from the campfire, you’re almost drawn into a conversation with Hosea, a drinking game with Karen, and a dance with Uncle. All of which you politely refuse with promises of joining them later.

You’re a woman on a mission, making a beeline to the silly man of your dreams.

“Hey, Kieran.” You greet, causing the man to jump and turn to you, wide eyed.

He relaxes when he realises it's you, a blush on his cheeks as he gives you a smile, nervously gripping his beer in suddenly shaky hands.

“Evenin’, miss.”

“Why aren't you celebrating with everyone?” You ask, leaning on the table beside him, your elbow brushing with his.

Kieran stiffens but leans into you, his temple nearly touching yours with the close proximity. Far too close for two uninvolved people, but the drink has loosened both of your inhibitions.

“Ah, you know… thought I'd let you all have your celebration. No need for me to bother y’all.” He says softly, somberly even with a slight drunken lilt to his voice.

“You ain't bothering no-one.” You say, “Especially not me.”

Kieran ducks his head, but you can see a small smile on his face, and his cheeks not covered by his scruffy beard have gone red, visible even in the lowlight of the campfire.

You take a sip from your beer, admiring the scene of everyone else having fun.

It's nice to be a part of something so jovial, but you can't truly enjoy it if Kieran is left out.

“Come on.” You extend your hand, “It's too loud here, let's go for a walk.”

Kieran cheers up immediately, taking your hand. He follows you willingly, his fingers intertwined with yours as you pull him away from the noise, and around the Shady Belle house.

A little ways away from the camp, you find a nice enough clearing to spend time with Kieran.

The willow trees surround you both like a curtain of privacy,, but the moon shines through the partings of their branches. Long grass is underfoot, slightly damp with this morning's rain.

The noise of the party can still be heard, so you know you’re not too far.

But far enough that you can have some peace and quiet with the man who holds your heart, even though he doesn't know that yet.

The moon reflects off of the dew drops on the grass and you sway slightly, turning to Kieran to give him a smile, “Much better-”

You’re cut off by Kieran’s lips on yours.

A surprised noise escapes you, but you melt against him instantly. The kiss is hungry, desperate, lips moving and teeth clashing as Kieran puts all of his energy into it.

And you reciprocate it all, your fingers twisting into his blue shirt and pulling his body to you.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you, tipsy and happy while you lock lips beneath the moon.

All too quickly, however, it stops. Kieran takes a step back, looking at you with wide eyes like he himself is shocked by what he just did.

It’s adorable.

He starts stuttering out apologises, clearly horrified at his actions.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m sorry.” Kieran whispers, looking away, “I just… really wanted to do that. B-but I shouldn't have just done that! Y-you can hit me now, if you want.”

You laugh, taking his face between your hands, soothing him and ceasing his anxious rambling.

“I ain't gonna hit you, silly. I might kiss you again, though.”

Kieran looks surprised, eyebrows furrowed as he stares at you with his jaw dropped, “...Huh?”

You chuckle, nudging your nose against his, “Would you like to kiss me again?”

“More than anything,” Kieran murmurs, “But… why do you want to kiss me?”

“Because I like you.”

“...Why?”

“Oh, Kieran.” You sigh, a smile remaining on your lips, though sadder now, “I wish you could see yourself how I see you.”

He just looks down at you, face held between your palms. His beard is coarse beneath your fingertips, his skin warm due to his flushed cheeks. He smells like cigarettes, beer and faintly of the distinctive smell of horse.

It's a scent that is so overtly Kieran, that you just want to bottle it up and keep it forever.

“How… Do you see me?” Kieran asks shyly as he looks away.

“Well for starters I think you are one of the kindest men I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.” You say earnestly.

Kieran chuckles, “I don't know about all that-”

“You’re polite with everyone here even when we don't deserve your niceties.” You continue, “The horses love you as much as you love them. You’re brave, though no-one else seems to see that. You’ve survived all the hardships life has thrown at you, and remained a good man through it all. You saved Arthur’s life, though you could have left him to the O’driscolls. You have the most beautiful eyes that I’ve ever seen-”

“Okay you can stop now.” Kieran laughs, the skin around his eyes crinkling, “You’re… I… see, I’m not as good with my words as you are.”

You giggle, bumping his forehead with his, “Do you like me as much as I like you?”

“More.” Kieran breathes, “Ever since I first saw you, up in Colter… god, it’s like you put a spell on me. “

This surprised you. You remember the day he was brought into camp. You had been talking to Hosea and Dutch when Arthur returned with an O’driscoll in tow.

You stood beside your fearless leader as he gave the prisoner a speech that you only half listened to.

Once Dutch had finished his spiel, the man's eyes turned to you. The fear you saw in them made you sad, and guilty. He looked less like a big, scary O’driscoll and more like a frightened street dog.

So you offered him a small smile, watching as his eyes softened slightly, despite being pulled away aggressively by Bill Williamson and Uncle.

Little did you know that that small act of kindness on your end had altered the trajectory of both of your lives.

“Every day has been worth living through just to see you whenever you pass.” Kieran continues, looking almost close to tears.

You hold his face harder, kissing his cheek to comfort him.

He sighs, his voice shaking, “When you first spoke to me… I could barely string a sentence together.”

The memory makes you smile, remembering the day he had been let free to roam after saving Arthur’s life.

You had been the one to pass him a bowl of stew, much to the chagrin of Pearson.

When you passed Kieran the bowl, his fingers brushed yours, and he had flushed bright red and stuttered out words that broadly resembled a “thank you.”

Ever since that day you had made an effort to give him the benefit of the doubt.

You spoke to him daily, sat with him when he was alone at the night watch campfire. Your feelings had grown for him rapidly, almost blindsiding you when you woke up one day realising-

‘Oh god, I’m in love with Kieran Duffy’

It had only taken you until now to find the courage to do something. The moods are high and the celebrations offer you privacy.

God only knows when you’re going to get this opportunity again.

“I love you, Kieran.”

Kieran freezes, his eyes meeting yours. He blinks at you, like he’s trying to translate those words in his head.

“You… love me?” He whispers.

“Yep.” You smile, “I love you, Kieran Duffy.”

Like the spark of a match, Kieran’s face lights up immediately. He steps closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist, his lips finding yours and kissing you fervently.

You wrap your arms around neck, fingers carding through the long hairs at the back of his neck.

“Wait.” He stops, stepping back and taking your hands in his own, his face earnest as he takes a deep breath, “I love you too, Y/N.”

“I gathered that.” You laugh.

Kieran beams further, stepping in your space again to resume kissing you.

The kiss grows hungry, neither of you willing to hide your mutual desire. Lips slide against the other, soft sighs and appreciative moans filling the air.

You bite his lower lip, earning a surprised yelp from him, before he opens his mouth, surrendering to your wandering tongue. As you explore, a wanton moan escapes Kieran, making you sigh with need.

Slipping your hands from his neck down to his hips, to push him gently. Kieran gets the message, sitting down on the grass, while you kneel with him.

Your knees bracket his thighs, not quite touching for fear of overwhelming your lover.

Kieran is needy though, and he grabs at your waist, pulling you flush against him so he can resume kissing you.

He’s eager, his tongue slipping into your own mouth now. It's messy and passionate, months of longing coming to an explosive end.

“God.. what are you doing to me?” Kieran sighs against your lips, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes, his hands kneading at your waist like a cat.

“I plan on doing a lot more to you, Mr Duffy.” You rasp, biting his lip and kissing along his jaw.

Kieran sighs contentedly, leaning back on his hands to extend his neck for you. You pepper kisses along the edge of his beard, following the lines of his throat.

A kiss to his pulse point makes Kieran shudder, a purr-like groan escaping him.

Your hands wander his torso as you kiss his neck and collar bones.

“Can I take your shirt off, Kieran?”

“Mhm, yes, please…” He whispers, practically shaking with anticipation.

His eagerness makes you even more desperate for him, your fingers working quickly to pull his blue shirt off his shoulders before working on his undershirt.

It's slipped off in record time, joining his shirt on the ground. You look over his torso admiringly.

He’s skinny, pale skin stretched across gentle curves of muscle from working tirelessly around camp. Dark hair dusts across his pectorals, a lone following his stomach and disappearing into his trousers.

Kieran holds his breath as you look him over, squirming slightly as he starts to feel self conscious. From his furrowed brow and slight frown, you can tell he’s worried you find him unattractive.

And that just won't do.

You lean forward to kiss his chest, right above his thudding heart. Kieran gasps at the feeling, settling back onto his hands again.

You trail kisses over his chest, going as far as to kiss one of his nipples. Kieran whimpers, before pressing his lips together to stop anymore of those embarrassing sounds.

“Nuh uh.” You chastise, “Don't hold back on me now, Duffy. I've waited too damn long to hear those noises for you to go quiet on me.”

Kieran blushes even brighter, but a tiny smile crosses his face.

You resume your worship of his chest, kissing down and following the line of hair down his sternum. Kieran writhes, fingers digging into the ground as he experiences sensations alien to him prior to this night.

You kiss the spot just above his belly button, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

Kieran looks ready to spontaneously combust.

His hands find your shoulders, travelling down your arms and then grasping onto your waist, tugging at the material.

“Wanna see you.” Kieran whines, pulling at your dress with shaking hands, “Take this off, please.”

“Behave.” You chastise half-heartedly, hands already going to the ties at the back of your dress.

Once undone, you let the garment fall to your waist. Your chemise is old and practically see through, your breasts and hardened nipples on display for Kieran to admire.

He gasps when he sees them. You blush, fiddling with his belt absentmindedly. But your attention is distracted when Kieran raises his hands, hesitating and looking at you.

“Can I…?” He asks, always polite as he hovers his shaking hands over your boobs.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

The term of endearment seems to make your poor man flush even redder, his head ducking slightly before he regains some semblance of confidence. His hands reach out, gently grasping at your breasts.

You bite your lip, letting him fondle them with an awed expression. Kieran’s fingers smooth over the material of your chemise, rubbing over your heated skin and perked nipples.

“Never seen a pair of tits before?” You tease.

Kieran frowns, defensive, “I've had other things to do, you know…”

“I'm sorry baby.” You giggle, arching to press your breasts harder into his hands, “If it makes you feel better, you’ll have access to these ones as much as you like, for as long as you like.”

Kieran’s brain seems to go blank at this, his lips parted as he stares at your breasts like they’re simply the most amazing things he’s ever been in the presence of.

He looks up at you, wistful, “Really?”

“Yes, my darling.” You purr, “All of me is yours now.”

Kieran moans at that, leaning forward to press his face against your chest, taking shuddering breaths like he’s trying to control himself.

The man seems damn near close to finishing with every sentence you say.

It’s about time you get to the main event. There will be time for taking things slow later.

You twist your fingers in his hair, bringing his face up so you can kiss him again. While you do that, you undo his belt.

Kieran shudders, melting against you as you kiss him and begin to remove the last items of clothing he wears.

Once his belt is undone, you pull away from his lips. He tries to seek you out again, frowning before his attention is diverted to you tugging down his trousers.

You tug them down to his thighs, pulling off his shoes and socks as well, before removing the rest of his clothes.

A prominent bulge tents his undergarments, and you swiftly tug those down too, exposing his cock.

Your eyebrows raise, surprised to see he’s a little bigger than what you had originally seen while he was tied to the tree.

When Dutch pulled his trousers down and threatened to held him, he had been quite small.

But now he’s a decent size, not too big too hurt but definitely big enough to bring you pleasure. Flushed and weeping, and hard enough to damage steel.

“It does that.” Kieran says softly, causing you to look up at him, “Uh, you know, gets bigger when I’m enjoyin’ myself.”

“Well ain't I lucky?” You grin, and Kieran beams up at you.

You reach down, grabbing the bottom of your chemise to pull it over your head. Kieran's eyes fixate on your breasts. You shuffle slightly to tug your bloomers down as well, throwing it to the pile of yours and Kieran’s clothes.

Kieran rests his hands on your hips; fingers flexing as he lies down fully. He looks up at you with wide and eager eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

You settle down against his thighs, his cock trapped between your bodies as you lean down to kiss him leisurely.

“You ready, darling?” You ask against his lips.

“Please, sweetheart. Need ya.” Kieran murmurs, pupils large and eyelids half closed as he looks over your face.

You reach down, finding his hard cock. Kieran inhales sharply at the feeling, a shuddered moan escaping you when he feels your heat brush against his weeping tip.

It takes one slow descent for your cunt to swallow him up, both of your hips meeting.

You release a satisfied groan at the fullness, closing your eyes for a moment to savour the feeling of Kieran filling you.

His cock throbs inside you, and you open your eyes to find Kieran watching you, his jaw slack and a dazed look in his blue eyes.

“So beautiful.” He whispers, “God- h-how are you so perfect…”

“My love…” You sigh, grinding on his lap to provide you both with the friction you desperately need

Kieran shudders and groans, hips bucking slightly.

“Ready?” You ask him again, needing to know he’s okay, seeing as he looks like he’s close to passing out from the pleasure.

“Mhm.” He whines out.

You rise, letting only the tip of him remain before sliding back down.

Before long, you’ve found a rhythm, riding Kieran slowly to get both of you used to the feeling. With every rise and fall, Kieran gasps and moans whorishly, his neck arched back and eyes fluttered closed.

The sight is vulgar, watching the man you’ve grown to love succumb to the pleasure you can provide.

You ride him faster, harder, seeking out the whines Kieran begins to make. His fingers grip on to your hips, short fingernails making crescent shaped marks in your plush flesh.

A sharp thrust downwards makes Kieran gasp out, chest rising and falling rapidly, squirming below you as you begin to ride him vigorously..

“Hngh, fuck, feels so go-od!” Kieran whines, hips bucking up, “Don’t stop- oh fuck-!”

You moan, bouncing harder on his cock as he meets your thrusts.

His cock begins pulsing inside you, a fluttering heartbeat, and Kieran begins shaking. His moans increase in volume, his eyes rolling back.

You feel your own orgasm growing, riding him rapidly as you seek your release.

But a choked out curse from Kieran makes you realise this isn't going to last long enough.

“Wa-it, shit- I-I’m gonna-” He warns.

You gasp when Kieran moans and thrusts up, hips flush against yours as his face contorts. Warmth floods your insides as he cums inside you.

Oh well, it was fun while it lasted.

A small smile curves on your face, finding his cute face endearing as he murmurs out incoherent praises as his cock throbs.

His orgasm seems to last ages, his cock pumping for a few moments until Kieran’s cum leaks out of you. You rub your hands over his chest, comforting as he shakes and moans softly.

It takes a while for him to come back to himself.

Suddenly, Kieran’s eyes open and his face falls, looking up at you with a suddenly mortified expression, blue eyes hazy.

“Oh- I-I’m so sorry, you didn’t…” He sighs, looking away and to the side, “I’m so sorry-”

“Don't be.” You comfort him, bringing your hands from his chest to his face, leaning forward to kiss his cheek gently, “I'm glad I could make you feel so good.”

“You did.” Kieran nods enthusiastically, nuzzling against you, “I've never felt so damn good…”

Kissing along his cheeks, you rise, feeling his softening cock slip out of you.

Kieran whimpers as the cold air hits him, and both of your eyes widen when you see the copious amounts of cum that leaks from you. It floods down your thighs and over his spent cock, making quite a mess on both of you.

“Damn. You were pent up.” You chuckle, running your hands over his chest.

Kieran stares at the mess, before looking up at you with a shy yet eager expression, “C-can I…?”

“What, baby?”

“Can I clean y-you up?”

You nod, though confused, “If you want to.”

Kieran begins moving, and you collapse back against the grass with your eyes closed. It's a shame you didn't finish, but after seeing Kieran in such a state of euphoria, you couldn't really complain.

You hear Kieran shuffling around, and you let your legs fall open so he can clean you up.

“You can use my chemise to clean- oh!”

You gasp and your eyes open when you feel Kieran lick along your thigh.

He looks up at you, eyes wide and puppy-like as he begins licking your cum stained thighs.

“I didn't- I didn't know this is what you meant.” You murmur, enamoured by the sight of him between your legs.

“I’m sorry, should I stop?” Kieran asks, worried, “I heard how it feels good when guys use their mouths on their ladies, I thought-”

“Please don't stop, baby.” You urge him, spreading your legs further to encourage him.

He smiles, lying on his belly as he wraps his arms around your thighs, returning to his task.

Running his tongue over your inner thighs, Kieran licks up his spend passionately. He cleans your skin and leaves kisses in his wake, before dragging his tongue up to your cunt.

He looks up at you for permission, and you nod quickly, taking shuddering breaths.

Kieran dives in, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking on it fervently.

You devolve into moans, back arching as he begins eating you out messily and uncoordinated, fueled by pure desire and the need to make you feel good.

And it sure does make you feel good.

Sparks of pleasure coarse through you as Kieran fucks his tongue into you, drinking up his own release and moaning when he tastes you as well.

Because of how close to were before, you feel your orgasm creeping up on you quickly.

Kieran whines against your cunt, mouthing away at it as his eyes watch your face. The way he moans against you, you would think he was the one being pleasured.

You can feel your body being pushed forwards and backwards against the grass, and you look down to see Kieran pathetically rutting against the ground, trying to get some stimulation as he presses his face against your intimacy.

It has you cumming, and Kieran drinks up your release with an appreciative whine, eating you up eagerly until you’re worried you’ll be licked dry.

It feels too good to care, though.

He keeps eating you, and you wonder if he would be happy just lying her on his belly mouthing at you until the end of time.

But you want him inside you again.

“C-come up here baby.” You say, pulling him away from between your legs.

Kieran scrambles up, pressing his whole body against you as he urgently kisses you again, sloppy and desperate. You can taste yourself on his lips, and his scruffy beard is wet with your release.

He thrusts against your hip, blind to where his target is as he focuses on kissing you. You laugh against his lips, drawing your knees up to try to help him find your entrance.

Kieran refuses to separate his skin from yours for even a second, nudging at your cheek as he rubs his cock against your thigh.

“Can you put me in, please?” He asks, sweet voice raspy and shaking.

You reach down, finding his member and directing it against your entrance, and Kieran bucks the tip in. Without wasting a beat, he pushes forward.

“Ohh… yes…” Kieran breathes out, hands fisting into the grass as he pulls out and pushes back in fast, forcing a moan out your throat.

He smiles at the noise, repeating the action over and over again to keep extracting noise from you,

“You sound so pretty.” Kieran murmurs, awed as he watches your face.

You moan out, locking your thighs against his waist to encourage him, and Kieran gets the hint. He increases his thrusts, fucking into you wildly as he watched your face.

His eyebrows are furrowed, mouth open as he takes sharp breaths, eyes trained on your own blissed out expression.

“Does- does that feel good?” He breathes out, keeping the fast pace of his hips.

“Yes!” You call out, feeling him hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars, “Don’t stop Kieran! Feels so good!”

Reaching down, you play with your clit, tightening around the man inside you.

Kieran moans, throwing his head back as he fucks you faster and harder, “S-say my name again… please, say my name-”

“Kieran! Oh god, Kieran!” You cry out, shaking as your orgasm crashes over you.

You shudder and shake, wrapping your arms around Kieran’s neck as he moans and his thrusts turn sloppy.

“Come on baby, cum for me.” You breathe, “Cum inside me Kieran, fill me up, show me how much you love me.”

“I love you! I love you so mu-ch! Oh yes, oh-” Kieran cries out, collapsing against you as he cums inside you for the second time. His skin is sweaty as you wrap your arms around his back, soothing him as he weakly thrusts a few more times to prolong the feeling.

After a moment, he moves to lie down beside you,kissing your shoulder as he murmurs out praises, telling you how much he loves you.

You look up at the moon, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I love you too, Kieran Duffy.”

Kieran rests his head on your chest, holding you close as you stroke his hair. Your sweaty bodies are pressed against one another, uncaring of your nakedness as you bask in the afterglow.

A twig snaps in the distance, and an owl hoots.

You’re suddenly on edge, a flash of concern going through you as you turn to look at the trees.

A flash of movement makes you furrow your brows, urging kieran up. He gets up sleepily, a dopey smile on his face as you dress the both of you and take his hand.

The camp had gone quiet as you return, and you make your way to your tent without issue.

Kieran falls asleep immediately, but you stand at the doorway, trying to see what was lingering in the swamps.

A shadow moves.

The moonlight reflects green.

In the early hours of the morning, you lie beside Kieran. You kept awake as he slept soundly cuddled up to you, your pistol in your hand.

You could have sworn an o'driscoll was hiding in the woods, hunting your man. And that just won't do.

Ain’t nobody gonna take him from you now that you have him.

AN/ saving kieran by giving him some pussy (doing what rockstar couldnt) this was filthy! i meant to post this a couple of days ago, but i wasn't happy with it and changed it lol xx

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A bunch of my favourite songs and many fictional crushes!!! 👇

Current favourite songs!!!!

RATATATA - BABYMETAL & Electric Callboy

Love Me not - Ravyn Lenae

P*RNSTAR - Nessa Barret

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish

Duvet - bôa

On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz

Cracker Island - Gorillaz

Rebel Girl - Bikini Kill

It's Okay (To Punch Nazis) - Cheap Perfume

Dopamine - Nxdia

She Likes a Boy - Nxdia

Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

Taking What's Not Yours - TV GIRL

Real Man - Beabadoobee

Sunny Day - Beabadoobee

Maneater - Nelly Furtado

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2D - Gorillaz

Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption

John Marston - Red Dead Redemption

Kieran Duffy - Red Dead Redemption

Charles Smith - Red Dead Redemption

Molly O'shea - Red Dead Redemption

Mary-Beth Gaskil - Red Dead Redemption

Astarion - Baldurs Gate 3

Karlach - Baldurs Gate 3

Gale - Baldurs Gate 3

Jinx - Arcane

Vander - Arcane

Lucy McLean - Fallout

Cooper Howard - Fallout

John Hancock - Fallout New Vegas

Akagami No Shanks - One Piece

Buggy the Clown - One Piece

Monkey D. Luffy - One Piece

Peter Parker - Spider-Man

Harvey - Stardew Valley

Shane - Stardew Valley

Gordon Freeman - Half-Life

Din Dijarin - The Mandalorian

Cassian Andor - Andor

Hiccup Haddock - How To Train Your Dragon

Ken the Butcher - The Gaslight District