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neon-junkie · 3 years

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flaco, kieran, micah, and arthur with a super short s/o? like 4’10 bc im super short and i have a massive size kink 😔 you don’t have to do all!

size kink gang LETS FUCKING GOOOO!!!! yeah i love that shit. here’s some gn!Reader headcanons for you, slight NSFW warning below >:)

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Flaco

Oh god, Flaco is going to play with this sooooo much the second he finds out. He definitely shares the same kink.

It'll become a bit of a pred/prey dynamic with him. He's quite feral when it comes to sex, but he's really gonna make sure he's towering over you at all times. Expect him to manhandle you a lot too, he'll pick you up and put you wherever he wants and there's nothing you can do about it!

Flaco is almost always the dom, but he will sub for you every so often, mostly because he gets the HOTS for a person half his size having so much power over him.

"You like having this power over me, don't you? Telling big Flaco what to do? C'mon, give me your worst."

But when it comes to fluffier things, Flaco loves to see you in his coat. That thing looks HUGE on you, you look like a very cozy burrito and he LOVES IT.

At least you'll never have to worry about being cold as this man can wrap his body around you easily, and he'll jump on the opportunity to do that. He loves having you snuggled up in his arms.

Kieran

Kieran doesn't play about with this kink so much during sex. He's not the kinkiest person out there, but he's similar to Flaco as he also really enjoys subbing for somebody half the size of him.

And when you get him in that state, he will do ANYTHING. He's just in so much awe and gets super into it, so if you want to use that to your advantage, go ahead.

Kieran also thinks the height difference is really cute. If he catches both of your reflections in a shop window, he'll tug your arm, getting you to stop so he can just admire that size difference.

"I-I know I always do this, I just think it's nice, alright? Can't a fella appreciate?"

Kieran also really likes the height difference because he can kiss your forehead without barely having to bend his legs, which is his favourite kind of kiss!!

Whenever you travel with Kieran, he'll put you in front of him on the saddle, his arms reaching around you to hold onto the reins. He loves that you don't need to duck down so he can see, you'll fit very comfortably against him as he rides. Don't be surprised if you feel something hard press against your ass whenever you two go down a bumpy path.

Micah

He's such a dick when it comes to your height difference. He'll use you as an armrest all the time, maybe rest his chin on your head when he's trying to be a little bit affectionate.

Micah NEEDS to see you in his leather coat. He needs to see the way his coat hem drags along the floor, and the way the sleeves look twice the size as they dip far below your knuckles.

"Ain't that the cutest thing? Might need to buy myself some more coats just so I can dress you up in them."

He won't admit it at first, but he really likes the way you fit so snuggly against his chest whenever he's spooning you. Micah is so weak for that!!

He adooooores having you on his lap, especially when you're straddling him during a heated makeout session. You've had to hold him back many times from just taking you on the table in the middle of camp, at night of course, because those makeout sessions get far too intimate to risk anyone seeing.

Micah's quite the slut for missionary because he can enjoy the way he towers over you, pinning you down to the bedroll, leaving marks along your neck as he either praises or scolds you, depending on what mood he's in.

Arthur

Oh my god, Arthur loves it.

He finds it a lot easier to manhandle you and will jump on the opportunity to pick you up and push you against the wall during sex.

I hope you have a praise kink too because you're gonna hear a lot of praise coming out of his mouth.

But when you two aren't having spicy times, Arthur loves to have you cuddled up in his lap at the campfire.

"Come over here, darlin'. Don't you wanna come cuddle up with me by the campfire?"

You'll fit so perfectly snug against him, almost using his body as a blanket as you lean your back into his chest. His arms will always be tucked around you, legs on either side of yours. You can tell when Arthurs getting tired because he'll rest his head on top of yours (and maybe doze off.)

He also enjoys having a bath with you because of the same reason; you'll fit so snugly against his chest as the two of you relax together, eventually helping each other bathe before straddling him and dirtying yourselves up again.

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daily-escuella · 3 years

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requests are open woohooo. could you maybe do something with Flaco Hernandez and a female reader who is French? Based on the first encounter you get with him from RDO and hes all charming and flirty but caring :D

Hello Anon!! <3 I tried my best, this was entirely new territory for me so I apologize deeply if it doesn't hit the mark for you! I want to preface by saying I speak neither French or Spanish, but I did find the idea of Reader and Flaco using words from their own languages periodically as they spoke to each other really cute! So I hope I did some justice here, and thank you so much for the challenge!! <3

Flaco Hernández x French f!Reader

Word Count: 1265

Warnings: none

Arriving in the USA after everything you’d learned about it, you had big dreams of spending your humble days enjoying sun-kissed deserts and rolling fields of flowers and wild grasses. As you urged your horse forward, pushing desperately through the knee deep mountain snow in pursuit of a bounty, you cursed yourself for having ever left your homeland.

The snow was coming down harder all around you, blanking out your vision and biting at the exposed flesh of your face. Slowly as you lost sight of landmarks, pushing on aimlessly deeper and deeper into the mountains, you came to the stomach turning realization that you’d probably travelled too far. Disoriented, cold and alone, you knew your only chance now was to find shelter.

The landscape all looked the same, the mountains seemed to envelope you on all sides, each tree identical as they shot up from the icy earth. You were beginning to lose hope, resigning yourself to propping up a tent among the snow and shivering yourself into the grave when you crested a small rise and discovered your salvation.

At the far end of a frozen pond, you saw the shape of a cabin through the storm. From its windows, tiny points of warm light reached your eyes and through its chimney rose a steady plume of smoke. It was warm and inhabited, but apprehension spread through your abdomen as you considered it. There was no telling if you would find kind souls willing to help, or someone vile who would wish to do you harm, but with dwindling options, you knew you had to try.

You guided your horse carefully to the edge of the ice where the harsh winds had blown the snow into shallow, manageable banks and dismounted to lead it safely across. As the cabin came more clearly into view, you could see a makeshift barn and some scattered tents, seemingly empty. Unsure what to expect, you brought your horse to stand safely in the small accommodating stall and climbed through the deep snow that led to the cabin’s door.

Your conviction faltered as you raised a gloved hand to knock. Taking a deep breath, knowing it was this or an icy death, you pounded on the door.

After only a moment the entryway opened suddenly and on the other side of the threshold stood a powerful looking man. He held his revolver pointed at you, it’s cold steel glinting in the lamp light.

“Who are you?” His gruff voice rasped, eyes staring at you intensely. You were shocked not only by his weapon in your face, but by his height and broad frame, made only more imposing by the thick fur coat he wore.

You opened your mouth to speak, but being too cold and too shocked, no words came out. Instead you stared helplessly up at him.

He looked you over for a moment’s pause. A lone woman, coated in snow and looking worse for wear. His next words were gruff but there was an air of lightness to them, “are you going to just stand there, looking pretty?” He raised his eyebrows at you. His accent was strong and in a moment you realized he was probably as far from home as you were. “What’s your name?”

Finally you spoke, forcing the syllables out past your numb lips. His expression softened at the sound of your voice and he lowered his weapon. “Ah get in here before you freeze solid.” He stepped out of your way and lifted an inviting arm to motion you in. You obeyed quickly, relieved at the warmth in the air, emanating from his modest stove.

“So what brings a woman as guapa as you so far north, huh?” He asked with a wink as he took a seat on his worn out cot.

Despite the chill on your cheeks, you felt your nerves prickle to life as your face flushed at his words. You weren’t entirely sure what he meant, but you had a good guess. His handsome face and confident words already made it harder for you to think clearly, but his compliments rendered you nearly speechless once more.

“Don’t be afraid of me hermosa,” he said as he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Come closer, stand by the stove and get warm, huh?” He instructed.

You walked deeper into his dwelling, feeling the heat of the stove nip at your frozen skin and finally found the words to speak. “I was hunting a bounty.” You admitted, casually tending to your thawing nose as it began to run.

His eyes narrowed as he looked you over, “your bounty is not Flaco Hernández is it?”

“Non,” you replied quickly, “the man I’m looking for is an Irishman, he escaped his debts by fleeing north.”

“Good!” He laughed, “because I am Flaco Hernández! And now, mi hermosa mujer, you and I have no trouble.”

You smiled at him, he was so charming. You considered asking him why he was that far north too, but as if reading your mind, he explained.

“I came here to find peace. It seems all day and night some cabrone is trying to find me. They’re either fresh outta jail, hoping Falco gives them work, or they’re trying to take me in!” He laughed. “It’s such a rare treat to be visited by a lovely woman instead.” He looked you over before adding flirtatiously, “I don’t doubt you’d give me a run for my money if you did come here for me though.”

You blushed, your cheeks finally feeling warm once more. “Oh I haven’t been doing this for very long.” You said bashfully. “I arrived here, I thought I’d find work doing something I had schooling for, but here I am. C'est la vie,” you sighed.

Flaco chuckled and playfully said, “Coming out in this weather, it’s clear you’re new at this. Ay, no bounty is worth your precious vida.”

You nodded your head in agreement then laughed softly to yourself. Considering you both knew english as a second language, you were pleased you could still understand each other well enough when using your native tongues.

You admired Flaco for a brief moment. He was fascinating, something about him, perhaps his charismatic charm, had you feeling so at home in the icy little shack. Just then, despite your proximity to the stove, a shiver ran through you as the storm buffeted the walls with its vengeful gale.

“Here, come.” Flaco motioned suddenly, patting the spot next to him on the bed. “If you’re going to be stuck here tonight, we might as well keep warm together.”

There were no suggestive tones in his voice, Flaco seemed to sincerely want to help, but it didn’t help your nerves as you agreed and approached the good looking man. As shy as you were, sitting there next to him so closely, when he put a respectful arm around you, you felt relief. He smelled so nice and his touch was strong but tender. He felt safe.

As the night carried on, with Flaco periodically stoking the flames and cuddling you warmly, you shared stories of your lives back home. Despite him being from such a different part of the world from you, knowing you both ended up in the same tiny cabin that night had you feeling closer to him than you thought possible with such a stranger. Sighing as the deep rasp of his voice rumbled through you, for the first time in a long time, you felt like the luckiest woman on earth.

#flaco hernández #Flaco Hernández x Reader #Writing requests #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #daily escuella

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rodeo-boots · 3 years

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omg u opened ur requests!!! may i please get some flaco x reader smut? any gender for the reader :^) thank you <3

it's been an absolute pleasure to write for Flaco, and I hope you'll enjoy it!! I picked a gender-neutral reader for this one :')

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1844

AO3

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Snowflakes whirled behind you as the heavy door to the cabin fell closed, your eyes needing a couple blinks until they had fully adjusted to the darkness within. You released a deep breath, one you hadn't noticed you've held in the first place, dropping the bag with the take to the floor.

"Back already?" The voice permeated through the shadows, a deep tenor that had your little hairs stand on edge. Flaco hadn't moved from his spot, huddled in the corner of his cabin, tucked away where the worst of the wind wouldn't reach him. His hat hid his eyes well, the glass upon the table indicating what he'd been doing during your absence.

You pulled the gloves off your hands, stuffing them into the deep pockets of your coat. "Wasn't hard," you answered, remembering the fright in the traveler's eyes, their readiness to give you all they had at the point of your gun. It left you feeling on clouds, the rush of adrenaline still buzzing beneath your skin.

And maybe you had ridden a little harder than needed. Maybe the prospect of seeing Flaco as soon as possible had driven you more than you cared to admit.

The man stood, floorboards creaking under his heavy boots as he moved closer, picking the bag off the ground to inspect the valuables within. He whistled, weighing his head in a satisfied fashion. "You've done well." His praise got to you as it always did, made the exhaustion and strain dissipate right off your shoulders. After a job done well, there was nothing else you needed than some validation, and Flaco had always been one to supply.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He had caught onto your silence, reaching for your chin to tilt it upwards, dark eyes meeting your own. The bag in his hands seemed forgotten, carelessly dropped again while the contents within clanked and jingled.

Your lips quirked up into a sly smile, the apples of your cheeks cold like your nose. "I'm thinking 'bout my reward," you answered, your hands easily finding their way to his upper arms, fingers digging into the thickness of his coat. He knew how to dress accordingly, seemingly never running into trouble to stay warm – though this man was a furnace all by himself.

His warm breath hit your face, your eyes fluttering shut in expectancy of a kiss. The next gust of hot air left him as a chuckle, however, Flaco reaching up to take the hat off your head and place it aside. "All in due time," he muttered, removing his own next to join yours.

You would never complain about sharing a drink and a talk, about basking in the company of the older gunslinger. He was more to you than a source of income, than a partner in crime. His tips were helpful, sure, but even if he didn't have a job for you, you'd still seek him out at the end of the day. Because no matter what you gave him, the attention and companionship you were more than happy to offer, he would always return it tenfold.

Up here, you were his alone, and you would always know to cherish that.

Teasing never lasted long between you, Flaco being as unwilling to waste his time as you were, straight-forward in more ways than one. Where you had made the first step initially, he preferred taking the lead from there-on out, but who were you to complain?

"That's it." He hadn't waited long after denying your first kiss, had crowded you back against the wall to work on your coat, your own hands mirroring the actions of his. His lips were on your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive and cool skin, your breath hitching when he sucked down over your pulse.

The whiskey on his breath was undeniable, but it was just another part of him, another addition to the intoxication man you couldn't get enough of.

You wanted to touch him, pushing at the heavy coat around his shoulders, fingertips raking up the nape of his neck to slip into his hair. There were too many possible places for your hands to be, a small frustrated noise slipping past your lips when you couldn't feel everything all at once.

Flaco tossed his coat to the floor eventually, not minding the dust and the dirt you had dragged inside, the snow now molten and leaving muddy puddles behind. It all didn't matter to him, nor did it to you, both your minds entirely encaptured with the press of one pair of lips against another, Flaco finally giving you what you'd yearned for ever since stepping into the cabin.

"Let's move this to the bed," you muttered, hands lowering to work on the man's belt, impatiently pulling the leather from it's loops. You palmed him through his trousers, got a good grip on him just to squeeze, sighing at the familiar weight of his heavy cock behind the fabric.

He bit back a curse, muffled his voice in the crook of your neck. By the time you had freed his cock, he was getting ready to speak again. "Why should we?" He asked low and deep, kissing the magical spot behind your ear before briefly nibbling on your earlobe. "If I can take you right here?"

That sent a shiver down your spine, the excitement within you welling up and doubling in intensity, your nod too quick and needy to be brushed off. "Please–" But you didn't get farther than that, Flaco's lips returning to your neck as his fingers slipped under your shirt, warm palms roaming cool skin, eliciting goosebumps and a soft moan from your throat.

He caressed you like you were some treasure, leaving not an inch of skin untouched as he gave your body all the attention it could ever need. While you had loosely stroked his cock all this time, he only gradually began to open your pants now, encouraging you to step out of the fabric before pressing you back against the wall.

You whimpered when your tender skin met the cold air, your arousal bared for Flaco to see. There was no shame in it, however, not when the man in front of you looked like he was ready to consume you entirely.

"Wrap your legs 'round me," he directed, still clad with only his flushed cock on display, standing proud and erected while droplets of pre-cum already rolled off the tip. He held onto you, lifting you in time with your legs finding their designated spot. "Good?" Flaco searched your face for signs of discomfort, humming at the nod of your head.

His fingers dipped low, finding their target right away as he focused on your sex, giving you a taste of the pleasure he would soon allow you to feel. You gasped at the first touch, hips inching closer to his hand, no matter how much you were locked in place by the position.

"C'mon," the tone of your voice was more of a plea than a demand, every part of you aching for more – for everything Flaco would give you. "N-Need you inside," you muttered, your head lolling back at his continuous but slow caress, of the stimulation that barely fell short of being enough.

He hummed again, leaning in to soothe you with a kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to distract you from the finger entering you. "F-Fuck-" your walls clenched around the intrusion, slowly relaxing when Flaco started to work you open. He added one more finger and another, preparing you thoroughly for what was to come, the sensation of his hard cock against your skin reminding you just how dearly you needed to be stretched beforehand.

You whined when his fingers grazed the tender spot inside of you, instantaneously canting your hips to chase that delightful pressure. But Flaco didn't want you to come without him, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his cock, pushing in steadily to let you adjust to his size.

"Doin' so well," he grunted, resting his forehead against your own when he bottomed out, holding onto the back of your thighs with his balls pressing against your sensitive skin.

He breathed deeply, getting used to the heat and tightness of your walls, gyrating his hips experimentally to watch your response. When all you showed him was unbridled pleasure and need, however, he knew that he had no more reason to hold back.

Your back dug into the wall behind yourself, hands clutching Flaco's shoulders for dear life, holding on as he started to move his hips. He didn't start out slow, didn't build up any more than he already had, his cock dragging out only to be pushed back inside, balls smacking against your skin the more he repeated the action.

The breath was knocked from your lungs just like that, the man's cock hitting all the right spots inside of you, filling you in the exact way you needed. You couldn't hold back the noises from your throat, couldn't withhold anything as you tossed your head back again, eyes fluttering from the sudden rush of pleasure.

Flaco wasn't one to be overly vocal, none to scream his lust into the world for all to hear. But right now, he seemed as lost in his ardor as you were, grunting and groaning, staring at your face to miss none of the expressions that passed over it. "Eyes on me," he demanded, momentarily slowing to reach up and tilt your chin to him, locking your gazes as he continued to fuck you.

You didn't feel cold any longer, didn't feel much else than his cock moving inside of you, the rocking motions that pressed you closer to the wall with each passing moment. The pleasure had built within you all this time, first at the anticipation and now the pay-off, your head spinning while you inched closer and closer to the edge.

Flaco caught on to your impending fulfillment, dutifully reaching down between your legs to stroke you to completion, his fingers dancing over you with practiced ease. "Go on, I'll follow" he buried his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his own sounds of enjoyment, the vibrations of his voice driving you off the wall and into your orgasm.

You came with a sharp moan of Flaco's name, the taste of it still upon your tongue as your pulsing walls made him lose himself inside of you. His hips gave a couple more jerks, breathless curses filtering through to your clouded brain. He still held you in his arms, only slowly letting go of your legs to let you place them on the ground again.

His spent dripped down your thighs after his softening cock had left you, your muscles trembling but pleasantly warm.

"Now, we can move to the bed," he spoke up, his voice a little hoarse and rough, but you loved it either way. After all, you couldn't get enough of everything this infamous gunslinger was.

#Requests #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #flaco hernández #flaco hernandez x reader #reader insert #nsft #nsft fanfic #mallr4ts

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funkwhistle · 3 years

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Home with you

Pairing: Flaco Hernandez x GN!Reader

Warnings: none, all fluff again

Summary: You hadn’t seen Flaco in ages, so decided to pay him a visit.

The cold wind bit at your exposed hands as you swung yourself off your horse, landing in a patch of snow you'd anticipated to be shallower. Cursing a little at the fact there was now snow in your shoes, you walk towards the cabin - massaging the blood into your fingers.

It had been a long while since you'd ridden up this far again, spending most of your time in the warmer climates of New Austin, enjoying the sand everywhere and the definitive lack of hypothermia. But Flaco wasn't so keen on the south, said the heat got to his head but everyone knew it was because he was terrified of snakes. Nevertheless, here you were, visiting him and freezing your extremities off; your horse wasn't happy either - he was tossing his head unhappily in protest.

Stomping your boots on the step by the cabin, you knocked tentatively, this was an impromptu visit and you'd just hoped he'd be home. Night had begun to wrap it's cloak over the sky, and the stars shone much brighter than you could remember them doing at home. You turned around, glancing across the lake which was creaking a little as the temperature dropped, never in all the years you'd been here had you seen it melt. Snow had settled across it over the day, blending it with the forest floor for the unwary traveller who dared to venture this far north.

“Are you coming in then?” he asked grumpily, and you now realised the door was ajar.��

Stepping into the cabin, you found he had a small fire going in the grate and several bottles were strewn on the floor around where he'd been sat. Noticing you were shivering, Flaco shepherded you over towards the fireside, wrapping his arms around your midriff; “Wasn't expecting to see you tonight cariño?”

“I missed seeing you,” you said, craning your neck so you could catch a glimpse of his reaction. Instead of saying anything however, he just pulled you tighter to him, sitting you on his lap in his chair, running one of his hands through your knotted hair and the other holding you close over him.

“You need to take more care of yourself,” he observed, moving so you were sitting between his legs on the floor, so he could gently untangle your hair which had matted itself on the ride up. You winced a little at his actions, although did not object; the fire was hot now and warming you nicely. Once Flaco felt as though your hair was tamed enough, he moved so his hands were gentle as they kneaded your shoulders, making you squirm as he pushed at the knots in your back.

The pair of you sat there for a while, you opened a beer from the crate under the chair and you were passing it between the two of you; Flaco massaging your shoulders whenever he remembered. But for the most part, you both stared into the fire, thinking of simpler memories of the two of you, of those years when he was the fastest draw this side of Rhodes. Neither of you needed to say anything to each other, sitting in comfortable silence and listening to the gale outside.

“Is your horse in the hut?” Flaco murmured, stirring you from your daze, you nodded, bringing the bottle to your lips, finishing the remains of it as you stared at the glowing embers on the fire. He hummed in response, before sighing deeply and moving to stand up, pulling you up with him. You dropped the bottle on the floor, entwining your hands together as you stood together, finding comfort in the other's arms.

“Flaco, why don't you ever come south?” he huffed, annoyed, pulling away from you to prod at the fire a little, neglecting to answer your question. “I mean, even down to Strawberry, I don't know how you live up here, all cold,” you continued, ignoring the fact he wasn't listening. Flaco didn't respond, but angrily threw another log on the fire and stood up, looking down at you with a scowl.

“I am a wanted man, even in Strawberry,” he huffed slightly after he spoke, taking pity on you, his scowl softening as he took in you tired eyes and rosy cheeks. As though you were made of glass, he pulled you towards him, pressing his lips to your forehead comfortingly as you lay your head against his chest.

“I'm sorry love,” Flaco moved so he could see your face in the dimly lit cabin, cupping your cheek and moving his thumb over your lip as the corners of his mouth crinkled into a smile. “Maybe one day,” you looked up at him, hiding the sinking feeling you knew was inevitable when you asked him, of course he couldn't go south with a bounty like that on his head, he'd be taken in the second he crossed Mount Hagen.

You mumbled an apology, moving closer so you could brush your lips on his cheek, afraid he was angry about you asking. As you did so, Flaco moved away from you, making you concerned you'd done something wrong but his face was beaming with a devilish grin.

“You didn't think you could give old Flaco a kiss huh?” he laughed a little at his own comment, pulling you so your lips crashed onto one anothers, making you laugh a little as your teeth clashed from the force at which he'd kissed you. In response, Flaco only pulled you closer to him, his hands moving from your face to your lower back as he deepened the kiss.

It had been years since you’d felt like this, as though you were floating as he moved against you, pressing kisses onto your jaw before returning to your lips. Sighing into the kiss, you shifted so you could pull his hat off, running your hands through his short locks, making him groan and press himself against you.

“Flaco-” you broke the kiss upon feeling his hands grabbing your ass, much to the both of your disappointment, to look into his dark eyes. “I'm too tired tonight,” he nodded, although the tent in his jeans told a slightly different story, and it made you grin as you led him to the bed in the corner of his cabin.

Once you were settled under the several furs, Flaco pulled you closer to him so he could nestle his nose in the crook of your neck, his breath fluttering over your pulse, making your stomach turn circles like a teenager again. You moved back, pressing against him to retain some warmth between you both as you heard him sigh deeply.

Even though you were about as far from your home as you could be, you had found home in this grumpy gunslinger, and, for now, that was enough.

A/N: This is the piece I deleted, so the ending changed abit, idk tbh - but I’m happy we got Flaco fluff :) - A very happy birthday to @mallr4ts !

#flaco hernandez x reader #flaco hernández #reader insert #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption 2 #red dead #rdr2 #hosea mathews #dutch van der linde #arthur morgan #sadie adler #fluff #bill williamson #micah bell #javier escuella #lenny summers #charles #susan grimshaw

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marybethsjournal · 3 years

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Flaco’s Rules (Flaco x virgin f! reader)

Summary: You come back from a long journey without telling Flaco beforehand and he teaches you a lesson.

Word Count: 2624

Warning: smut (also the first time I’ve written smut so lmk if I should write more or not lol

Here is the story link if you prefer ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/29768013

It had been about a year since you and your brother had unofficially joined the Del Lobos. That was quite a long time to y’all, seeing as the two of you didn’t like to commit to other people, y’all had always rode alone. It wasn’t so hard to be an affiliate of the gang, however. You and Billy could go wherever you pleased and not communicate with the gang for weeks on end, as long as you brought money back to the gang and spoke to Flaco when you returned to the Grizzlies. The two of you weren’t exactly the typical Del Lobos affiliates, but you were quick and accurate with a gun and had never snitched before, so Flaco welcomed you and Billy into the gang rather kindly.

This time, you and Billy had been gone for at least a month. You hadn’t intended on staying out that long, but a heist led you to France and it had taken forever to travel there. Upon your return, Flaco demanded to speak to you and Billy. Flaco always wanted to hear from you after your trips but when the Del Lobos told you that Flaco needed to speak to you, they passed along that he was much more tense, almost angry, than usual. Not much scared you in this cruel world, but an angry Flaco did.

You and Billy immediately set off to speak to Flaco in his cabin. It was a very short walk from the rest of the cabins, but the fear in the pit of your stomach made you walk much slower than normal. Billy seemed to have the same feeling.

“What do you think he’s going to say?” Billy asked you.

“He’s probably mad we stayed out this long? What else does he have to talk about? Surely he’s not calling us in to have tea, Billy.” you replied with a shakiness in your voice.

This apparently made your brother quite angry. His face went from fearful to enraged in half a second.

“He doesn’t control us. He can’t tell us what to do. We will never be his workmen. We forge our own path.”

“I agree, but we accepted his offer of protection in the Grizzlies and he expects us to follow his rules, I suppose. Just try not to make a scene. I know how you are.”

“Fuck you, I’ll make a Hell of a scene. Just watch.”

“Billy, stop”

It was too late. The two of you had reached the door to Flaco’s cabin and instead of listening to you, your twin had bust through the door without warning. He always had been hellbent on destroying authority.

“Mr Hernandez, we do not have to answer to you! You think you are better than us but old man, you are far past your prime. In fact, my sister and I have racked up bigger bounties than you already. This superiority complex has to stop or else you will find a bullet between your eyes.” Billy word vomited at Flaco.

You had looked at Billy in confusion the moment he started talking. Superiority complex? Bullet between his eyes? What was this man talking about? Flaco eyes grew dark at the rude words and you cowered in fear, planning on what to do if Flaco tried to kill him.

To your surprise, Flaco began laughing. “Oh, the little boy think he can talk big to Flaco? He think he can scare me, huh? Puffing out your chest, thinking he is a man. You are pathetic. Leave before I shoot you, I will talk with the girl. She is more reasonable than you.”

Billy scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking to, old man?”

“Billy, go. You have disrespected him.” you said softly.

Billy huffed and puffed but he still ended up leaving.

“Now, what do you want, Flaco?” You asked. Your brother insisted on calling him Mr. Hernandez as a way of “keeping his distance”, whatever that meant, But you, well you had a sort of friendship with Flaco. You definitely had a soft spot for him. You didn’t feel anything but disdain for most men, but you liked Flaco. Maybe more than you would like to admit.

“You were gone for a long time.” he informed you, like you didn’t already know.

“I know, we didn’t mean to. We made our way to France for an art heist and we sure made you a lot of money. Would-”

“I was worried,” Flaco said softly, cutting you off. “I do not care about the money. Your cabron brother is right. You have big bounties on your head.”

You laughed lightly, not showing that you were taking his care for you to heart.

“We can take care of ourselves. Been taking care of ourselves for well over a decade, since we were very little.” you told him, looking at your shoes. You didn’t like to open up to people

“You will have to tell me about that someday. When you are ready. Anyway, don’t care much for the jackass. But you, I care for you. How did your trip go?”

“Fine, made out with a lot of money. Billy’s cockiness got us a bounty over there. That’s a first for us, being wanted in multiple countries.” “Sounds like him.” Flaco chuckled warmly.

“It was good besides that. Ate a lot of the native foods and saw beautiful buildings. I liked it there.”

“Did you find a French lover? That is what they’re known for, eh? Love?”

You laughed at him. “I think that is just a stereotype. I was too busy anyhow.”

“Too busy for love? You have a lot to learn, but you are young and Flaco is old, so it makes sense you are not as wise. Surely you had boys following you around, though? You are very beautiful.”

“I guess so.” you responded awkwardly. Truthfully, several men had followed you around during your time there, yelling things at you that you were glad you couldn’t understand. You assumed they were lewd. It all made you so uncomfortable.

Flaco sensed something was wrong and, not knowing how to comfort you, changed the subject, although not one you particularly wanted to talk about either.

“You did disobey your part of the deal, though. You understand that, yes?”

“The deal?” You asked. You had no idea what he was talking about.

“The deal we made when you joined Del Lobos. When we gave you our protection.”

Oh, that. You didn’t remember there being any specified deal, much less that you couldn’t leave for an extended amount of time, but Flaco looked angry so you decided not to question him further.

“Oh yes, I do. I’m sorry we broke the rules, Flaco.”

“Do not call me that right now. We are not friends. I am your boss. You address me as such. This is a serious thing you have gone and done.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” the term felt foreign on your tongue. You didn’t answer to anybody like this.

“Yes yes. Good. You two need to learn. Your brother, I’m afraid, I can not reprimand because he will make me angry and I will kill him. Poof, no more Billy. But you, I think I can handle you.”

Handle you? What was that supposed to mean?

“I’m not sure I understand. I really am sorry.”

“Sorry is not good enough. I have leniency because you are young and stupid. Any of my men who would do what you did? I shoot them. But you are grown, yes? Old enough to know better?”

You and your brother didn’t explicitly tell people your age for security reasons, so it was a valid question on his part, although you felt you definitely looked old enough for that generally to not be a question. But you were pretty young and you looked it.

“Yes, of course. I wouldn’t be so friendly with you if I was just a kid. That wouldn’t be exactly safe.” You tried to laugh but Flaco’s eyes were narrow and so unkind in that moment that you decided against it.

“Good, then you won’t have a problem taking your punishment.” He smiled wickedly.

“What punishment,?” you asked. Flaco furrowed his eyebrows. “sir?” you added.

He smiled once again, but didn’t let his stern exterior go. He sat down on his cot.

“Lay here.” he patted his lap.

“Oh I don’t think so” you backed yourself into his door. Flaco stayed where he was and looked at you patiently. He wasn’t stopping you from leaving. This was entirely up to you. The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You could feel the immense tension between you and Flaco. Finally, you walked over and bent over his knee.

“Fine. I guess this makes sense. I did break the rules.” You were mostly reasoning with yourself, not Flaco.

“No, chica. Pull up your dress. You can leave your drawers on.” The request probably should have offended you, but you felt heat in your core at the thought. You tried not to show this on your face, however, and pulled your dress up before laying back down on Flaco’s lap.

“Such a good listener, you are. Wish you would have listened to my rules the first time.” his hand rubbed your ass through your bloomers before striking it abruptly. You yelped in surprise. What was more surprising was that it felt good. You’d never been spanked before, this was all new to you.

“Flaco-” you started.

“Shhh” he brought his hand down again, hard. If he kept spanking you this hard, your ass would be stinging for days.

Yet he didn’t relent. He spanked you seven or eight times, each one harder than the one before. Despite your best efforts, you involuntarily started to let out strangled moans. You cursed yourself after each one. You were in trouble with Flaco, not having sex with him.

Flaco finally stopped and you assumed he was done. However, when you got up, Flaco pulled you back down by your hair. Ugh, why did that feel good too?

“You are not learning your lesson.” Flaco hissed, obviously frustrated, but at the same time it didn’t quite feel like he was frustrated with you.

“No I promise, Flaco.” he smacked your ass once more. “Sorry, sir.”

“I need you to pull your bloomers down.” he told you sternly.

“What? No.” You may be an outlaw, but you were still a lady.

He grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at him.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna make you but-” you nodded at him, signifying that you were okay with it. You never thought you’d be doing this but for some reason, you trusted Flaco. Besides, you secretly wanted him to keep going.

Flaco was visibly confused as to why you had nodded but had made no move to pull down your bloomers. After a few moments, he took the hint and pulled them down himself. You immediately clenched your thighs together, praying that he couldn’t see how wet you were. That however, was a massive failure.

“I think you need to explain something, mi novia.” he said, in the meantime giving you two hard slaps on the ass.

“I don’t know what that means, sorry sir.”

“It means my girl.” he told you in a soft, husky voice.

You shivered at the words. You wanted to be his girl. You wanted it badly. And he seemed to be on the same page as you. He hadn’t done this because you did something wrong and he felt it strongly needed to be corrected. No, he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

“I- well I liked it when you spanked me. I didn’t know I would, I’ve never been spanked before.”

“You’re inexperienced, huh?” Flaco asked, moving his hands from your ass to feel the wetness between your folds.

“Flaco!” you gasped.

“And expressive. I like that.”

“I’m just, oh! I haven’t done any of this before.”

Flaco pulled his hand back abruptly. He was silent and you, sure that you had done something wrong, sat up and looked up at him.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you?” he asked in disbelief.

“Ummm, yeah I am. I’m sorry, I suppose.” you got up from his lap and picked your bloomers off the floor, absolutely mortified.

“Wait, mi angel.” Flaco grabbed your arm. “It’s not a bad thing, not at all. I was surprised, is all. You’re a rough and tumble girl.” he laughed, but it was clear there was meaning behind his words. “Come back here, let ol’ Flaco make you feel good.”

You smiled and laid over him again, this time both of your intentions being clear.

“How about you sit on my lap while I help you? So I can see your face? That should be sufficient payment for the pleasure I will give you, yes.”

You would have jumped over the moon if Flaco had asked you to at that moment, so of course you did what he said and sat in his lap with your legs spread.

You never thought you’d be here, Flaco fucking you with his fingers in his cold cabin (although you felt anything but cold at the moment). You had dreamed of it, sure, but this was real life. You had never considered that Flaco had been attracted to you, but now as you felt his dick strain against his pants, there was no denying it.

Flaco fingered you at different paces depending on what he felt you needed based on your expressions. The higher and more frequent your moans came, the faster he went. When he felt it was becoming too much for you, he slowed down a bit, never losing his rhythm. He didn’t want to overstimulate you, at least this time. Flaco was good at this, surely very experienced, but you tried not to think about that. You focused on the feeling in the pit of your stomach and Flaco’s eyes, which were looking directly into yours. It was a bit intense, but it only added to the experience for you. He seemed to love it, biting down on his lip when you moaned particularly loud. At this point, his fingers were completely slick and you were fucking yourself back and forth on his fingers. The heat in your core was getting more intense and you were becoming desperate. You begged over and over for him to fuck you but he refused.

“No, angel, that is too fast. I have to come up with a way for it to be special.” More special than this? You wanted to protest but he kept fingering you the whole time, bringing you closer to your orgasm the whole time, and you couldn’t find it within yourself to argue back. Besides, a promise to get with Flaco again another time wasn’t so bad.

It didn’t take much longer for you to come undone. Between feeling Flaco’s dick strain against you through his pants and the swift rhythm of his fingers, it wasn’t longer before you threw your head back, moaning his name, and came onto his fingers. He smirked at the scene and kissed you quickly before removing his fingers.

“You were so good mi novia,” Flaco praised you, before adding, “Now put your clothes back on before you catch a cold. You need to stay warm.”

“We can- we’re gonna do this, again, right?” you asked Flaco after you put your skirt and underwear back on and started to walk out the door into the cold.

“Like I could go through this life without having you again. Silly girl.” Flaco told you before picking up a piece of wood off his table and starting to whittle as if nothing had happened.

#Red Dead Redemption #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr #flaco hernández #flaco hernandez x reader #f reader #flachoes

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About a Cowpoke - Flaco x GN!Reader

Okay, it’s done! A small gift for @mallr4ts I had wanted to finish before her birthday <3 It was originally supposed to be a fluff where Flaco either takes the reader on a sweet date, or simply travels into town to meet them. I ended up going off that path, however, and making it to where Flaco just fantasizes about what he wants to do before confessing. Maybe one day I’ll do the original plan.

Italic words: Mi corazón (my heart), mi vida (my life), my alma (my soul)

Word count: 1,294

Everyone forgot old Flaco.

Oh, but not everyone. Not the one little job hunter who always came up to his old, rickety cabin, rifle ready to go and that look in your eyes. The old familiar fire that burned bright and, in some odd way, always warmed him up. Maybe it was the can-do attitude, or how you would always give him that excited but curt nod before you accepted a job from him. The small smile that splayed across your lips, or how your thumb hooked into your belt, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you listened to his nonsense rambling.

He had studied you every time you entered through that door, quick to shut his old door to keep what little warmth there was inside. He would watch you stomp off the excess snow clinging to your boots, the way the shiver would crawl up your spine and make you tremble. He had offered you to stay a few times, warm yourself up by the fire before you went out into the dreaded cold again. And he noticed how a few deer carcasses had found their way to his doorstep, no doubt a gift from his favorite little errand runner.

Maybe you had finally melted that old, frozen heart of his. As silly as he felt, Flaco found himself awaiting your arrival almost daily. Cleaning his guns, sharpening his knife, whittling away at the piece of wood he worked on day in and day out. Even now, he sits in his old chair, knife carving away pieces of the wood, holding it back every now and then to admire his handiwork. He was almost done, having kept it hidden every time you would burst through his door, looking for more work. Was he a fool for doing this? Making a carving of your faithful horse in hopes it would bring that old smile to your face. Perhaps he was. But truth be told, the thought of you had warmed him more than any fire could.

Everything had gone through his mind regarding how you would accept his feelings. A look of disgust, discomfort or confusion. A relieved expression, confessing you’ve felt the same way. He knew you weren’t much of a talker, something he quite appreciated most of the time. You listened to him, never spoke back, never tried to talk over him. He could tell you the most boring of stories, and you’d stand there silently, listening to everything he had to say – or so he hoped. Maybe you just stood there, slinging every insult in the book at him in your head. He could never know.

The approach of horse hooves catches his attention. Speak of the devil, he supposed. He takes a look at the carving. No, it wasn’t perfect. A gift for a later date, but he couldn’t stand to be silent any longer. He tucks the piece of wood away as you open the door, jacket wrapped tightly around you, a bandana covering the lower part of your face and trapping in extra warmth. He raises his hand, motioning for you to come forward.

“There you are, mi alma,” His voice comes out as a purr, and he can see your eyebrows raise as you draw near. “We got a lot to talk about, you and me.”

He slowly stands from his seat, letting out a soft groan, commenting about his ever growing age. He can feel your eyes on him, watching his every move as he goes to tower over you. He takes in your features, something he had memorized, but was still captivated by. He watches you slowly pull the bandana down, exposing your frozen face.

“I’ve been waiting for you, you know?” he starts slowly. He opens his mouth, intending to continue his talk, but he finds his mouth going dry. It was almost laughable. The “Terror of the Grizzlies” had found himself speechless, almost intimidated by the patient stare you had greeted him with. What was he going to say?

“Flaco…?” Your voice is soft and it snaps him out of his trance. Your eyebrows knit together, searching his eyes for any hint as to what’s going on. His hand almost moves on its own, reaching up to cup your cheek with such a gentle touch, almost like he was scared of breaking you. He’s bent over slightly, lips parted as he finds himself slowly leaning forward. He’s searching for a sign – any sign of you wanting to back out of this. But you never give him one. He feels his heart race. Had you actually been waiting for this? He notices how you slowly lean up, meeting him halfway and pressing your lips against his. Soft and warm, enough to send a shiver up his spine as he lets his eyes flutter shut, using his free hand to wrap it around your waist, dragging you closer. The trembling of your body slowly stops as you reach up to grasp his coat, both of you molding together as the once slow and shy kiss turns more passionate. His sombrero is soon knocked off, one of your hands going to thread through the loose locks of hair. He groans softly against your lips, trailing his hands up and down your body.

It’s not long before he’s taking hold of your thighs, lifting you up and coaxing you to wrap them around his waist, pinning you against the cold, wooden wall of his cabin. He pulls back just enough to admire you, your eyes half lidded and your lips red and parted. His heart is thumping, face tinted red as he brings his face lower, burying it in the crook of your neck and covering every inch of exposed skin with hot kisses and soft nips.

“Mi corazón,” he breathes, his hot breath tickling your skin and making you squirm beneath his touch as his chilly hands find their way inside your shirt. “Mi vida. Mi alma.”

“Flaco,” There’s no question behind his name this time, your head tilting further to the side to allow him leave more marks across your neck. He can’t think properly – can’t even form words in English to tell you how he feels. So he relies on actions, spouting out everything he can think of in a jumble of breathless Spanish. You’re perfect and dependable, a loaded gun with such precision aim it almost reminded Flaco of himself in his glory years, and he makes sure to let this be known. Whether you can understand him or not doesn’t matter to him. What matters is getting his point across, rolling his hips against yours as he trails his kisses lower, nipping at your collar bone and tugging at your shirt as he continues on his tangent.

It’s when the cold breeze hits him does he finally snap out of it. Blinking his eyes frantically, he looks up. He’s no longer got you pinned against the wall. Instead, he’s still seated in his chair, the carving of your horse in his hand as his gaze falls on you. You shuffle inside, a concerned look on your face.

“You feelin’ alright?” you ask, stomping off the snow from your boots as you walk towards him. “Normally you’re on guard, hearin’ me from a mile away…”

“Just thinking, mi corazón,” he tells you softly, straightening his posture and tucking the carving away. The look of concern on your face turns to confusion.

“Mi what?” you question. He shakes his head, waving his hand as he slips his knife back into its sheath. He admires your face, just like he had done in his fantasy. It was now or never.

“We got a lot to talk about, you and me.”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #flaco hernández #gn!reader #flaco hernandez x reader #flachoes

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12timetraveler · 4 years

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hmmm what about the reader is a bounty hunter who attempts to capture Flaco since he's got such a high price on his head, only for Flaco to over power them and... well... you can decide what he does with them? >:)

Chapter 39 of Campfire Stories

La Lobita

For you an all the other Flachoes

As much as you tried to avoid it, tried to hope and pray it would never happen, as much as you had avoided it, grabbing any other bounty you could, anyone but him, you were finally handed the poster you never wanted to see. Because of course you should work this bounty. You were one of the most esteemed bounty hunters out there. You were one of the few who actually stood a chance against him.

Flaco Hernández.

You considered tearing it up, burning it, tossing it aside. Maybe spend a few days up in the mountains, take a tumble down one of the rocky inclines to give yourself some bruises and say you couldn’t get him, say he’d escaped. Maybe even protect him some and say he’d fled north to Canada. But what kind of bounty hunter would you be if you let emotion get in the way? A pretty lousy one.

When you’d first been busted out of Sisika, and had been desperate for work, you’d followed a tip deep into the Grizzlies. They said there were two people up that mountain who might have some jobs for you to do. A young couple named the Adlers, and a gruff old outlaw, Flaco Hernández.

So, half frozen, you found yourself stepping into Flaco’s little cabin, only to have a pistol raised to you. He’d threatened you, he’d laughed, he’d shot holes in the floor at your feet. Then he’d send you out on a simple job to get rid of a rival gang who’d set up too close, like the madman he was. It was easy enough for you, even weak and half-starved as you were, having just broken out of prison. And Flaco paid well, well enough that you decided to make the trip up the mountain again.

At least once a week you found yourself making the journey into the mountains to see if Flaco had any work for you. He always did, and you always got the job done (sometimes by the skin of your teeth, but you got it done all the same). In fact, you found yourself working more jobs for the older gunslinger than you did anyone else.

Slowly, the two of you grew closer. It seems wrong to say you were friends with the legendary gunslinger, but you were certainly closer than acquaintances. His most trusted employee he called you, but it was shifting into something more. Sometimes after a job, Flaco would let you stay in his cabin for a few hours, warming up by his little fire while the two of you swapped stories.

Once you’d gotten your bounty hunting badge, wanting to find more legal work, you’d thrown your all into it. You went up the mountain less and less as you earned more notoriety as a bounty hunter. It felt wrong and awkward to do jobs for a man with such a high bounty, now that your job was to bring them in. You’d never managed to bring yourself to tell Flaco. You knew he wouldn’t like it, maybe he’d even feel betrayed. You were afraid of how he’d react.

No. It was more than that. You needed to be honest with yourself here, or you might very well end up dead. You weren’t just avoiding Flaco out of fear of what he’d think. You were avoiding him out of fear that you may be more loyal to him than your new-found role in life. How could a bounty hunter continue any sort of acquaintanceship with someone so infamous? You always knew one day you’d likely be handed his bounty poster, and you needed to make sure you could do your job.

You also had to admit that, at least for you, it was more than a business relationship. Somewhere between hunting down bears in the snow and delivering loot bags to the tops of the mountains, you’d fallen in love with him. It made no sense, but you couldn’t deny your feelings. Especially not if you were going to do this job right. You still had a few hours riding to do. You needed to come to terms with it before you reached Flaco’s cabin.

Riding through the snow, dread filling your stomach, you had to wonder what would have happened if you’d gotten up the courage to act on your feelings. If he had reciprocated. Would you still have become a bounty hunter? Or would you be working jobs for Flaco, living up in that snowy little cabin with him. As ramshackle as the cabin may have been, and as cold as the mountains were, you didn’t think you’d mind, so long as you were with him.

“Shit,” You muttered, shaking your head, as if trying to shake off your feelings. You were deep in the shit.

You’d spent many nights imagining what could have been. A bed of pelts. Soft fur on your bare skin. A warm man on top of you, worshiping you, drawing screams from your throat with every thrust. Burying himself deep inside of him. Oh yes, you’d gasped Flaco’s name many nights while taking care of yourself.

But who were you kidding? He was the Terror of the Grizzlies. You were just some vagrant, hardly of any notoriety, except for one arrest that hadn’t even been for a crime you’d committed. He would never have felt the same. You were just a lackey. Someone to do jobs for him and nothing more.

Consumed by your thoughts, you hadn’t even realized how much progress you’d made, until you came over the little hill and were staring down at Cairn Lake. You stopped your horse for a moment. This was it. If you went down that hill now, you’d be turning your back on Flaco for good. You could still turn around. Every part of your body was screaming at you to turn around. But you steeled your nerves and nudged your horse forward down the slopes.

You didn’t bother trying to sneak up on the cabin. Flaco would have heard you coming the moment you started down that hill towards the lake. You’d have to take a more direct approach. You hooked your lasso to your belt as you dismounted. Your horse huffed and pawed at the snow, as if asking why in the hell you were stopping here.

You took a deep breath and strode toward the cabin, boots crunching in the snow. Slowly you approached the cabin, much like the first time you ever came here. You pushed the door open, expecting to see Flaco sitting in his chair by the fire, like he always was. You were more than surprised when he wasn’t there.

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Everyone Forgot About Flaco - Flaco Hernández x GN-Reader

A/N: Here you go, anon 💕 I hope you like it!

TAGS: Spoiler Free, SFT, Gender-Neutral Reader (Slight Fem leaning), Fluff, Budding Love, Soft-hearted but grumpy Flaco

Flaco thinks everyone forgot about him, but he couldn't be more wrong.

1,538 words

-♥-

Your frozen gloved hands gripped the reins tighter as you thought about what he had said.

“You ever think you ain’t got no friends left? That you’re all alone in the world? Everyone forgot… everyone forgot about Flaco.”

You hissed a curse under your breath; the sound manifesting itself as a small white cloud in the frigid air. The audacity of that man. How dare he say that to you after you rode for days into the freezing mountains just to see him. Sure, he paid you for your time, but there were so many less troublesome ways to make the same money. You came up here for him and him alone.

Apparently that meant nothing to him. Not that you were surprised. It wasn’t as though you made a song and dance about it. But to discredit your presence as a lack of friendship stung. Even though he meant it about his old friends and not you, you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his words. Did he really feel that nobody cares about him anymore?

The thought made your heart heavy. It wasn’t true. You cared about him more than you’d dare to admit. Perhaps you should tell him. Even if he laughed or rejected your feelings, at least he would know about them. At least he might feel he still mattered. You drew back the reins, bringing your horse to a halt. You were already halfway to the Dakota river, but you turned your horse around and urged them back the way you had come.

-♥-

The ride back to his cabin took a good chunk of your day. Even with your determined urgency, the thick snow and thin air made it a difficult task for your horse. By the time you reached the frozen lake, it was sunset. The icy mirror reflected the burnt orange glow of the dying sun, leaving you with the impression you were playing with fire. You lingered at the far-side of the lake for a while, preoccupied by an internal battle of wills. Finally, with a bracing sigh, you rode across.

With a nervous bound, you banged open the cabin door. With the agility of a much younger man, Flaco leapt to his feet and aimed his revolver straight at your head. Your breath hitched, and you took an instinctive step backwards, carefully raising your hands in surrender. It reminded you vividly of the first time you met. After an intense moment, Flaco lowered his gun.

“Oh, it’s you.” He sighed wearily. “Thought you were a Pinkerton.”

“I’m sorry.” You let out an unsteady breath of relief, but your heart continued to pound.

“No worries. You looking for more work?”

“Er… not exactly.”

“Then why the hell are you here, huh?”

Flaco sank back into his chair by the fire with a pained grunt as you bit your lip. Not exactly how you’d planned this to go. Feeling self-conscious, you rubbed your cold hands together and stepped closer to the fire to warm them. Flaco watched you closely, but you avoided his eye. How do you say what you wanted to?

Even though you had been rehearsing it over and over in your head on the ride up, it was all forgotten now that you were here.

You tried to go back to the beginning. To the first time he was more than a contact. It was as you headed out the door on a routine job, hunching up as you prepared for the biting cold, when he’d softly told you to “stay warm”. It was the most tender thing you’d heard in a long time. Those two small words kept you noticeably warmer that day than you would have been without them.

Flaco had a habit of slipping warmth and tenderness into his words that so many others had forgotten were important. Small, gentle reminders that you were his friend, that he cared about you. In a world that seemed so caught up in money, power and violence, he never failed to remind you that there was still someone who cared. There was still another reason to continue on. He did that without demanding reciprocation.

That’s what came to you one night after a hard day. Fighting back tears as you fumbled with a fresh packet of premium cigarettes. A card slipped out and fell into the mud. Looking down at it, you saw a familiar face in an unfamiliar form. Flaco Hernández it said, young and free as you had never seen him. You snatched up the card, hastily rubbed off the dirt and stared at it in disbelief. It was as though he had sent you a message to remind you that someone still cared. Clutching it to your chest, you finally let yourself cry.

You reached up and pressed your hand to your chest, right where the card was concealed. It was one of your most prized possessions, even though it’s now worn and bent. It was a private ritual to keep it as close to your heart as possible. A peculiar habit. You supposed everyone had their little good luck charm. You glanced over at him. Flaco’s keen eyes followed your every move with analytical intent. You wondered if he had guessed what was on your mind.

“What do you need?” he asked, his gravelly voice unusually gentle.

You frowned at him, still trying to find the right words. What were you even trying to say?

“I just… I wanted you to know that I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Flaco was taken aback. He stared at you in surprise for a long moment. Then he broke into his fierce, stuttering bark of a laugh. You tensed your shoulders and grimaced at the sound, feeling a rush of embarrassment. Of course he would laugh at you.

“You still thinking about that?” He chuckled. “Old Flaco’s little grumble?”

“Shouldn’t I?” You postured defensively.

“I don’t know…” His humour died, leaving a mournful expression in its wake. “Got used to nobody listening.”

“Well I listen.”

“You do? Why?”

You blinked at him. That wasn’t a response you had anticipated. It made you think. Why? Why did you care so much? Why did his words always have such a profound effect on you?

Perhaps you had misinterpreted your own feelings. What you felt for Flaco wasn’t friendship, at least not the ordinary kind. You became aware of your pounding heartbeat, the unusual sweating of your cold palms, the flutters of anxiety in your gut. That wasn’t how you felt for a friend.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, looking down at the layer of snow still dusting your boots.

Flaco set his gun down on the table beside him before standing up again. He filled the room with his presence, the flickering fire sending his shadow dancing on the walls of the cabin. He took a few steps towards you, causing you to look up into his shadowed face, meeting his eyes for the first time since you had arrived here.

“You don’t?”

Swallowing, you shook your head. He was intimidating looming over you like that. The bravery you had summoned before crossing the lake seemed to have left you. But he didn’t move any closer. He just looked at you carefully, waiting. It didn’t take long for your nervous energy to get the better of you.

“You always make me feel like I matter.” You murmured. “I’m not just another gun for hire. That’s why I always ride up here. Not for work but… for you.”

“You come here just for me?”

“Yes.”

Now that you had said it, some bravery returned. You looked up at him expectantly, almost daring to be hopeful. Your words had softened his worn face, or perhaps it was a simple trick of the light. He reached out and took your gloved hands in his.

Heat spread up your arms from his touch into your face, making it burn. It was the first time you had ever touched. His large hands were gentle as they encapsulated yours.

“You make Flaco very happy.” He smiled and slowly bent forward.

Your heart skipped several beats as he moved down and pressed a short kiss to your cheek. It lit a fire in your soul you hadn’t realised needed to be lit.

He stepped away and slowly let go of your hands, making his way back to his seat. You still hadn’t taken a breath by the time he sat down. He grinned at you knowingly, picking up a half-whittled block of wood and a knife.

“Come see me again soon. I’ll have something for you.”

His dismissal surprised you, but you were glad of the out. You had no idea how to proceed now that he had rendered you speechless. So you grinned, ducked your head to hide your blush and nodded. When you got outside, you looked up at the beautiful expanse of stars now shining brightly above you. Though those bright suns were an unimaginable distance away from you, you could suddenly feel their warmth.

The next time you visited Flaco, he had whittled you a small wooden plaque with the words “Stay Warm” etched into it. You thanked him with a kiss.

-♥-

AO3 / Masterlist

#Flaco Hernandez #Flaco Hernandez x Reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 x reader #hanateawrite #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #request

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redemptionbaby · 5 years

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HCS: For Flaco instantly having heart eyes for meeting Reader for the first time during a shot out and him turning to the guy next too him saying "DIBS!! THAT'S MY FUTURE WIFE OVER THERE!!!"

I’m gonna place this in like part single player part online. Where he still has his little gang, but you come to him for jobs

Flaco Hernández

You came by looking for work, and found it came much faster than you expected. A shoot out begins as you approach Flaco’s cabin, and you join the side of his men

You bring out your loaded rifle and get to treeline cover, and your aim is true

Meanwhile, Flaco has just emerged to help his ragtag band of dumbasses take care of this quickly so that he can get back to carving a fucking duck out of pine wood

He takes shelter behind a crate with one of his men, periodically fanning the hammer unenthusiastically at his adversaries when he spots you to the far perimeter of the battle

You shoot every shot in your rifle, and the actually throw it to the ground and take another from your back, so as not to waste time reloading. You’re the center of side-eyed attention, seeing as you’re the only lady for miles, the only one all these guys have seen in weeks, and you’re pretty too.

You handle that rifle like a goddess. He’d like to see how you handle his.

But it’s more than that. The soft little curves and twitches of your lips, the way your feet still stumble a little when a shot whizzes past, even thought you haven’t even been close to being hit. You’re… precious. Adorable, even.

One of his men catches him, and unfamiliar tenderness in his gaze while he takes in your form, and nudges him

“She’s cute, eh Flaco? Wouldn’t mind having her warm my bed!”

“That’s too bad hombre. She’s off limits. I’m calling dibs. That lovely little thing right there? She’s gonna be my wife, amigo! Just you wait and see!”

#headcanon #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #writing #rdr2 x reader #flaco hernandez x reader #flaco hernandez

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cowboyfromh3ll · 6 months

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Would you ever write for Flaco Hernandez? Our big mountain man needs love 🫣😫😁

I low-key forgot he existed 💀 yes of course I'll write for him. I love writing Mexican characters

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #red dead fanfiction #flaco Hernández #flaco Hernández x reader

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Fandom: Red Dead Redemption Pairing: Flaco Hernández / F!Reader Summary: You’ve always taken care of whatever jobs Flaco has for you. Maybe he should return the favor? Length: 3,972 words Warnings: (18+) Sexual Content Other Locations: AO3

What kind of twisted mind did you have to think this was even remotely a good idea?

Your long-coat was lined with dense fur, but it did little to nothing to keep warmth in your bones as you pressed on through the blizzard. Whether by pure memory or dumb luck, your horse seemed to recall the familiar path through the snowy wilds that lead up to the frozen lake. Snow clung to your eyelashes in thick clumps and frozen, effectively prevented you from seeing more than a foot or two in front of your horse’s head. You could only pray that the blizzard had deterred the wolves from leaving the safety of their dens, because there was no way in hell you’d be able to get a proper shot on any of them with how violently your body shook with chill.

As the pair of you quickly ode through the small creek, you winced and again asked yourself why on earth you made the journey out here?

Maybe it was because you liked money, or killing, or both. Maybe it was because of the warmth that tingled your fingertips every time you returned to the small cabin in the middle of nowhere with a smoking gun and a few more numbers on your body count. Maybe it was that grin you got every time those gloved hands hands you a fat stack of cash for each job you completed without fail.

Or maybe, it was purely Flaco Hernández.

Yes, you were deep in cahoots with the infamously wanted outlaw and gunslinger. You’d met him by accident one evening, coincidentally also during a blizzard. You’d effectively gotten completely lost on your way to meet a man by the name of Hamish Sinclair and found yourself up to your knees in snow. You’d almost cried aloud when you stumbled upon the little cabin nestled in the trees by the frozen lake, quickly rushing over and settling your mount in a makeshift stall next to the building before pushing inside. Whether it was a good or rather horrible twist of fate that you had found yourself face to face with the barrel of a gun that day, you still couldn’t say. Though, in a way, the outlaw had saved your life. He’d sent you right back out into the blizzard after deciding you were much too small and pathetic to pose a threat, offering a small reward and the name of one of his enemies who was camping nearby in exchange for a night’s rest in the warm shelter of his little home.

Only an idiota would have turned him down.

But that wasn’t the only way Flaco had saved your life.

It was purely dumb curiosity that brought you back the second and third time, wondering what had brought the rough-edged man up to such a remote location. A man of his caliber certainly wasn’t about to willingly turn over his life story to some stranger who’d stumbled into his hideout. So it started out with jobs. Each trip you made up the mountain was a new job opportunity and a chance to learn a fraction more about the gunslinger. At first, it really was just bits and pieces of information you had to piece together, but the longer you lingered around his ankles like a lost puppy, the longer his stories grew. He even allowed you to stay and warm up in his cabin now when he had initially shoved you back out into the cold after handing over your payment and little bit of trivia from his life. His stories sent you to distant places you’d only heard about, making your head swim with images of horses thundering through deserts and skies filled with gun smoke.

You’ll never forget the first real story you got out of the outlaw. A tale of forbidden love and stolen horses that brought a gleam to his eye and a deep laugh in his chest. You had been curled up on the floor close to the fire he’d kindled to life after you’d returned from a job with blood spattering your face and clothes. Knees were pressed up to your chest and an awestruck look rested on your face as you listened intently to him spin his story, much like a child would. Never again would you see a gleam in his eyes like that until you found a cigarette card bearing his resemblance at the end of your pack of smokes.

Holding it up for a moment, you lifted the cigarette from your lips, bringing the card closer to your face until your brows lifted in surprise. Darting your gaze between the man cleaning his gun at the table and the shockingly handsome young man in the artwork you wondered if the image was anything similar to what the outlaw had been like in his younger days.

“Whatchu got there, retaco?”

Slowly handing over the card, eyes still glued to the image, the dark-haired outlaw placed aside his gun before plucking it from your grasp. Sniffing a bit, the card was turned a few time between his finger before that wonderful gleam you’d caught before returned.

“Voy a ser condenado, I can’t believe those fools are still making these things. Ay, I had the looks back in the day but they should update it with mis miradas madura, eh chica?”

The smirk and wink he offered brought a warm flush to your face, unable to form a response or even so much as nod before he threw his head back and laughed. He leaned forward a bit and tossed the card back to you, making you fumble to catch it as he spoke with a chuckle.

“Loosen up there, chica. I’m only having a little fun with you.”

You were certain that he was, but that didn’t stop you from pulling the card out of your coat pocket once you mounted your horse again and began to leave, filthy and sinful images running through your head that made you shiver and quickly shove the card out of sight once more.

In truth, you hadn’t a clue when you began to find the outlaw so attractive. Was it when he handed over enough cash to pay for that new thoroughbred you had wanted after a simple mission to intercept a supply wagon? Or maybe it was when he muttered that single ‘thank you’ when he’d caught you leaving two fresh elk carcasses outside his cabin? Whenever it was you’d decided upon the wanted man’s attractiveness, you would never admit your desire for him loud, especially after that night in your tent when you were left with just your sensitive nerves and wandering thoughts.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you found yourself leaning forward quite a bit in the saddle, meaning you were on the telltale slop leading up to Cairn Lake. Your frozen fingers gripped the reins as tight as you could and you nudged your horse on a bit faster, wanting to reach to potential fire as quickly as possible. Even through the horrendous blizzard, you could faintly see a fire flickering through the small window of the cabin as you reached the top of the slope. Trotting over the ice sheet, you more fell out your saddle then slid off, leading your horse over and tying him in the little makeshift stall. Unfortunately, you were too frozen to even think about spreading some hay for the beast right then, so you shoved your hands under the armpits of your coat and waded through the knee deep snow to the door.

You opened and closed the door as quickly as you could, not wanting to risk an angry Flaco berating you for letting the snow and cold in, but you were quite surprised with what you did receive from him.

“Ay, look what the cat dragged in! Quickly, sit. I had a feeling you would show up.”

Flaco Hernández expecting you to come? And preparing for it?

Turning from the door, you were met with the familiar sight of the outlaw in his favored chair, carving away at a piece of wood while the fire roared warmly. There was a new sight by the fire, though, which was a large pile of rather warm looking furs. As was that… coffee? Certainly you were dreaming. This couldn’t be the outlaw you’d spent the last year and a half doing dirty work for.

“Well? Going to warm up or do I have to toss you back into the snow?”

You shook your head quickly, teeth chattering as you made your place by his feet at the fire, taking up an armful of furs and wrapping them snugly around yourself. Flaco gave what seemed to be a content grunt and returned to his carving, the cabin going silent for a few moments aside from the fire and the wind howling outside. Eventually, he broke the silence again with the thunk of his knife as he drove it into the wooden table. Carving in one hand, he reached through the number of bourbon bottles strewn about and retrieved a shining coffee cup, reaching it out for you to take with numb fingers.

“Get some of that in you before your bones freeze, eh? And get that coat off, let it dry and you stay under those pelts. Can’t have my pequeña asesina up and dying on me over a blizzard.”

The way he chuckled as he spoke sent a different kind of chill down your spine, but you listened to his orders. Dropping the furs for a moment, you placed aside your hat that had somehow managed to stay on through the blizzard before beginning to unbutton your coat, only now realizing why the cold had you succumbing so easily. With an embarrassed flush rising to the bridge of your nose, you made sure to look away from the older man as you slid off your coat and tossed it aside, revealing the silk and lace top you wore that exposed nearly everything.

“Well, now. What’s this, chica? A gift for me?”

You couldn’t tell if the man was poking fun at you or not with the way he leaned forward in his chair and gave a sultry grin. You had an excuse for the top, though your lips seemed to be frozen shut at the moment, leaving you unable to explain your infiltration job and how you had been required to dress like a lady for the evening. That last thing on your mind when you left was changing out of the top, all you had thought about that evening after several disgustingly rich pigs had groped and attempted to flirt with you was Flaco. You’d daydreamed of how he’d swoop in and scare away those swine with a curl of his lip and a snarl before leading you off somewhere more private.

Now the daydream made you feel utterly ridiculous, not only for forgetting to change your top, but for even imagining that the gunslinger would protect you like that.

A cup of coffee was finally in your grasp and the furs were around your body once more, sincerely hoping the warmth that you felt flood your face wasn’t too visible as the outlaw continued to stare you down with that damn smirk. You dared not look at him more than a glimpse from your side-eye, wondering if he was thinking as hard as he appeared to be. Had your silence thrown him off guard? Or was he thinking up a job to send you out on for intruding on his home in the middle of a blizzard? You got your answer as he finally leaned back in his chair and spoke again.

“I know you came for work, and I just so happen to have a very special job that only you can help me with.”

You perked up at the offer of helping him out, having grown so accustomed to working for him that you found great pleasure in killing in his name. The furs slid from your shoulders a bit, and you slightly lowered the mug you held, giving him an attentive look that made him grin and chuckle once more.

“Someone is eager, eh? I like that. Now, come here, I don’t bite.”

Come closer? You’d never been closer to Flaco than the distance between the fire and his feet so you couldn’t help it when you moved rather sluggishly. Was he about to attack you? Had he finally decided no one who knew so much about him and his life could live? Nonetheless, you stood, allowing the furs to fall from your body and taking a half step towards where he sat like a king in his throne. He smirked at you, leaning back a little more and allowing his legs to spread a bit. You knew better than to take it as an invitation, but the sight and indecent thoughts that flooded your head still made you swallow thickly.

“Closer.”

Another half step.

“Almost there.”

Finally, a full step, and you were positioned between his boots, looking down at him as his eyes gave you a once-over.

“Good, good. Sit on my lap, won’t you?”

You blinked in surprise, almost choking on how thick the air had grown in the cabin, and your expression made the man smile and reach out to place a firm hand on your hip.

“I’m not going to hurt you. You still need warming, I can help.”

Oh god, oh god, oh lord. This had to be a dream. No way was this real. You were dreaming this, dreaming of the Flaco Hernández holding your hips and pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap. You were imagining that seductive glint in his eyes and the way he licked his lower lip as your hands pressed to the firmness of his chest that rested beneath his thick fur coat. You wished it was a dream, yet there was no dreaming up how slowly the gunslinger removed his gloves. There was no imagining how those murderous hands reached up and stroked the side of your face and cupped your cheek like you were the most valuable thing in the world. You could never picture the beautifully dreamy look on the man’s grizzled features as his thumb brushed over your lips.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he spoke, he hand that still rested on your hip gripping a bit tighter and almost rocking you into his lap.

“You think I don’t notice how you look at me, chica? How often you come running up here to see if I have work for you? I may be old, but I have seen desire before, and you have got it bad.”

The second pull was harder, managing to make you gasp this time as you felt the line of his shaft through his trousers.

“You run off so quickly, killing whoever I ask, whenever I ask, and rush back with that smile on your face and your gun still smoking. You like taking care of old Hernández, eh?”

You didn’t dare speak, not wanting to risk shattering this too-good-to-be-true moment and simply nodded, savoring in the warmth of his chuckle as he brought his lips close to your ear.

“Well, perhaps it’s my turn to take care of you, princesa.”

The moan that escaped your lips was one of pure surprise and excitement, your hands withdrawing slightly from his chest as his hands moved to work open your pants. He clearly knew what he was doing, drawing soft gasps and whines from you as his fingers teasingly stroked you through the denim of your pants and his hot breath lapped at the sensitive spot right behind your earlobe. Unable to stop yourself, you found yourself seeking out more friction and reaching one of your own hands between your legs in an attempt to press Flaco’s fingers harder into the seam of your pants. Unfortunately, that action stopped him entirely, and he hummed bemusedly as his larger, calloused hand wrapped around your own.

“Ah, ah. None of that. Let me work my skills and you enjoy the ride.”

Whining indignantly, you allowed the outlaw to place your hand back upon his chest and resume his ministrations. His lips moved down your neck as he teased you, the scrape of his facial hair on your frost chilled skin combined with his touch drawing pleads for more from your lips. It seemed he wouldn’t be listening to your demands anytime soon, so to sate yourself at least a little, you worked his fur coat open and found the broad expanse of his chest hidden beneath a faded green shirt with just a peek of dense hair emerging from the open collar. Your wandering hands explored as much as you could reach, feeling his barreled chest through the thin fabric, allowing your fingers to slip underneath and find a rather lovely happy trail and more scars than you could count on both hands. It seemed the gunslinger was enjoying your curious touches, though, as he offered a pleased growl against your skin.

“Such a curious little thing, prying into my life now exploring my person as you please. It’s only fair that I explore you in return.”

Oh, you enjoyed the sound of that.

Every nerve in your body was alight with anticipation and you found yourself holding your breath as Flaco’s hand finally found the inside of your pants and your awaiting cunt. As those magical fingers slowly dragged back and forth across your lips the breath you had been holding was released in the form of a shaky moan, your hands bracing you on the man’s chest and preventing you from collapsing into him entirely. His mouth was off your neck now, leaning back to watch his handiwork and admire the delicious expressions you gave. Your eyes were blissfully shut as you rocked your hips into his rhythmic movement, slowly looking down at him and feeling your heart jump at how he licked his lips again. Oh, how you desperately wanted to kiss him, not just to wipe that grin off his face but to finally know if he tasted like the whiskey he drank or not. Before you could voice or act upon that desire, however, a large finger was slipped inside you that made you cry out the man’s name.

His digits were much larger than your own and easily felt a dozen times better. He only had one inside you and was simply working it in and out, yet you were already putty in his hands. Every nerve in your body was on fire, sweat had begun to form on your brow now and the blizzard you’d trudged through to get here was far from your mind. All of your senses had been enveloped by the infamous criminal, and it seemed he’d become quite taken with you as well.

“Your thighs are shaking so much, hermosa. How long have you been wanting this? How many nights have you cried my name into the dark?”

Words were failing you at the moment, leaving you unable to do more than keen loudly in response to his questions. The truth was too long and too many. You’d wanted the man shortly after having his gun in your face for the first time, and now, with his fingers working wonders on you, you were no longer ashamed to admit that fact to yourself.

When a second finger joined the first inside you, your arms gave out, leaving you clutching at Flaco’s back from under his coat and resting your head on his broad shoulder. He found great pride in having you moan and beg for him so close to his ear, and that grin he wore only broadened when the rough pad of his thumb found your clit and you had to bury your face into his coat to muffle a scream. He was good and he knew it. Too good, in fact. The combination of his thumb on your clit and his fingers curling inside you left your entire body trembling and the knot in your gut winding tighter and tighter. No longer could you moan, only gasp and keen as you grew ever closer to the precipice of pleasure.

Until suddenly he stopped moving.

Your eyes shot open, leaning back to give him an indignant look only to be met with a serious glare that had you practically melting. The hand holding your hip lifted to your chin, holding in firm between his fingers as he brought your face so close to his you felt his hat being pushed back and your noses brushed together.

“Who do you belong to? Who is the only man who makes you feel this good? Tell me, chica, and I will let you cum.”

Swallowing the excess saliva that had formed in your mouth, you finally spoke.

“You...”

“Qué?”

“You do.”

“I don’t think I quite heard you, little one. If you are too shy to answer then I suppose I can’t finish the job.”

Gripping the front of his shirt, you felt his fingers curl inside of you slightly and that was enough to get you to shout the answer he was looking for.

“You! I belong to you! Every bit of my body, every drop of my blood belongs to Flaco Hernández! You’re the only one I want!”

His hold on your chin tightened as he pulled you in to meet his lips, his fingers finally getting you back to work and bringing that wave of bliss rushing closer. His mouth easily overtook yours, tongue claiming dominance you didn’t bother fighting for. He tasted like spices, cigar smoke, and his signature bourbon. He could tell how close you were, and when you both were out of breath and your climax was near, he pulled back just enough to growl against your mouth.

“Cum, mi princesa. Cum for Flaco.”

And so you did.

His name falling from your lips and your entire body tensing as lava flowing through your veins and fireworks burst behind your eyelids, you let yourself fall apart in the hands of one of the most wanted outlaws in the country. He urged you through your orgasm with gentle praises and soft caresses along your pussy, making your body twitch with aftershocks and causing you to moan softly. Finally, once the waves of pleasure had subsided, you collapsed fully against the man’s chest, your arms loosely wrapped around him and your face pressed against his neck. Watching as Flaco took the time to lick his fingers clean, a soft tremble of want wracked your body again, one that he felt and couldn’t help but chuckle at.

“Are you satisfied, little one?”

You nodded silently, fighting to keep your eyes open now. The powerful orgasm had taken what little energy hadn’t been sapped away by the blizzard, and the warmth that crept through your limbs made it incredibly difficult not to fall asleep then and there.

The gunslinger took notice of this and adjusted your position in his lap so he could take you in a bridal hold, standing with a soft grunt before he crossed the cabin and laid you upon the soft pelts and blankets that lined his bed. His ungloved hand found your face again, caressing your cheek with the tenderness of a newlywed husband and allowing a smirk to cross his face.

“Rest. I’ve got another job for you when you wake.”

Through your lidded eyes, just before they embraced sleep, you caught sight of him palming a rather noticeable bulge in his trousers, and you decided it definitely wasn’t a mistake to make the trip up in the middle of a blizzard.

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neon-junkie · 4 years

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Don't let those pricks get to you rat, your writing is amazing!!! Could i request hcs for flaco, javier, arthur and charles being sweet on someone (f) who afraid to get involved because they were hurt emotionally in the past?

Thank you!! sorry this one took a while to do. Arthur and Charles aren’t my strong points, despite all my love for them, so hopefully everybodys in character :0) This is also a big mood cause I personally can’t get with people since I was emotionally hurt, but just a reminder that this too shall pass. Good things will happen and you cant stop them >:)

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Flaco

Despite Flaco's rough and intimidating appearance, he's extremely understanding and super gentle when he needs to be.

He just has an aura that you can trust, you know? Why would this man go around telling people your business? That's unnecessary drama, and Flaco ain't about that.

So you open up to him quite quickly. He'll chat with you a while before sending you off on a job, letting you open up at your own pace.

He's sooo sweet on you, so mushy, so flirtatious.

Flaco has no problem with confidence or confronting people, but he takes it down a few notches when it comes to you. He doesn't wanna scare you away.

He starts with small comments, calling you beautiful, giving you his own personal Spanish nickname, telling you to 'stay warm' whenever you leave his cabin to go off on a mission.

His hands often linger against yours when he hands you your pay, his eyes on you to pick up on any signs of discomfort.

He'll pay you silly amounts for the simplest of missions. It's far too obvious that this man is so sweet on you and clearly doesn't want to give you any dangerous work.

Flaco continues to keep his flirting at the same level, giving you the time and space to warm up to him. He understands what it's like, having trauma that prevents you from progressing with your life.

So the first time you flirt back he goes mental on the inside. His heart is pounding, he feels sick, his heads fuzzy. You'll see him grinning ear to ear. He wants to tell you how proud he is of your progress but doesn't want to talk about such a touchy subject.

Instead, he flirts back, not bothering to try and hide his smile from you. He'll continue to give you time and space, letting you choose the pace for this eventual relationship.

Eventually, you'll physically warm up to him one night. Sitting beside him by the fire in his cabin, opening up about your past, Flaco listening closely and letting you rant.

You're the one to show you're ready, leaning against his shoulder, the thick fur of his coat soft on your cheek.

He smiles to himself but apologizes to you. "Mi amor, I can't hold back when you're cuddling up to me like this. Come here," he says as he scoops you up, moving you so you're sat in between his legs, your back pressed against his chest.

He's so cozy, you practically melt into him. "I'm proud of you," he finally tells you as he holds onto you for the first time.

Javier

The first time you opened up to Javier, the two of you were sat at the campfire. He was gently strumming his guitar, fiddling about with a tune he recently learned.

His eyes and ears may be focused on the instrument, but you know his heart and soul are focused on you, letting you open up slowly.

He doesn't ask too many questions, doesn't push any boundaries. Just lets you talk and rant, maybe cry against him if you need to.

Javier understands where you're coming from, he understands what love can do to a person.

From then on, Javier pays close attention to you.

He always asks how you are whenever he sees you. In the mornings, when you pass by him at camp, when you're getting dinner, etc. It's nice to have someone show how much they care.

He'll do the occasional activity like fishing with you, mostly so he can enjoy some alone time with you, giving you a comfortable environment to open up more if you choose to.

Javier tends to stay by your side at camp. Strumming his guitar or having a cigarette whilst you get your chores done. He's glued to you.

Tilly and Mary-Beth eventually sit you down just so they can say "you do know Javiers real sweet on you, right?"

As much as you appreciated that, it was a tough conversation to have, telling them you like him too but avoiding the reasoning behind not getting with him. Thankfully, they leave you to go at your own pace.

Javier stays up with you one night. The two of you were tired but having a deep conversation.

He's sat next to you, talking away about his life in Mexico, relating to something you mentioned about your life.

You don't even realize you're doing it but your head comes to rest on Javier's shoulder.

He continues to talk though he's clearly noticed it.

His eyes drift down to look at you, smiling as he notices you've fallen asleep on him.

Javier lets you rest there, eventually dozing off against you after whispering "look how far you've come, hermosa," and gently kissing your head.

Arthur

Oh boy.

Arthur doesn't 'have a way with words' but the way he looks at you is so gentle and heartwarming.

You instantly felt safe the first time you met Arthur. He has a kind aura to him, though he always denies it.

Arthur found you sat alone at the campfire one night. He greeted you, asking why you weren't asleep, asking if you were cold.

Yes, it's cold, but you're too lazy to move and fetch a jacket. So Arthur insists on giving you his, placing it over your shoulders as he takes a seat beside you.

It's the perfect setting to open up to him. Arthur talks about his past relationships and how he finally views them as toxic, despite not realizing at the time.

You've both been in similar situations, so Arthur has genuine sympathy for you.

He lets you open up at your own pace, reminding you often that he's always there for you. Whatever you need, he'll be sure to get it.

Despite hearing Arthur say "I understand" often, you know he understands without having to hear him say it. You just know.

Arthur always checks in on you, asking how you are whenever he passes by, but when the two of you are alone he'll go "seriously, how are ya? there ain't anyone around. If you need to talk, I'll be here to listen."

It's hard not to be sweet on Arthur.

Despite the trauma, your entire body is shouting at you to go for it, do something, show him that the feelings are mutual.

So when you finally ask Arthur to come into town with you, he's quick to say yes, getting embarrassed for just how quickly he screamed "YES!" at you.

"I mean, sure. We'll go when you're ready." He's blushing heavily hehe.

You two spend your time doing things you enjoy, Arthur tells you specifically that this is your day, that he's just here to keep you company whilst you do your shopping.

Before you head back to camp, you stop by the Saloon for a few drinks. Arthurs stood beside you on the balcony, overlooking the town, gossiping away with you about whatever.

"Now, I apologize for interrupting you, but I just gotta say this. ___, you've come so far. It ain't easy, trust me, I know. But I'm real proud of ya. Remember that, alright?"

Dammit, just give him a kiss already!

Charles

Charles isn't much of a talker, but he's a fantastic listener.

He nods often just so you know he's listening, sometimes asking short and simple questions, giving you as many signs as possible that he's focused on you.

He's a bit of a loner who doesn't really open up to people, so you know you can trust him. Plus he just has that vibe, why would he waste his time spreading other people business?

You know you can trust him, especially because he gets along well with other trustworthy camp members like Arthur.

Charles is usually just company, like, it's nice to have another persons presence there. You can be sat doing whatever chores you're doing and Charles will be nearby, having a cigarette or his morning coffee.

You put your things down and go to stand up, but Charles urges you to stay there. "I'll go get it," he tells you, quick to his feet as he hurries to get whatever you need.

The first time you two really bonded was when Charles was helping you do your hair. He braids his own hair so he knows how hard it can be, so he offered to lend a hand when he saw you doing yours.

It felt nice to open up to someone, to let it all off your chest, to brush some weight off your shoulders.

"It's good you're finally talking about it," Charles tells you, keeping things simple.

Charles is quick to pick up on whenever you're struggling, and he's noticed you have been lately. There's small signs like not eating all of your food, staying awake late, keeping to yourself, etc.

He asks to take you fishing. Something nice and relaxing. You get some time away from camp and as a bonus, some time with Charles.

Charles suggests taking Taima to give your horse some rest, and lets you choose where you want to be seated.

He does everything he can to make you comfortable. He's gentle when he helps you off his horse, though his hands linger against yours for longer than they needed to.

The two of you talk whilst you fish, eventually spiraling into another deep conversation.

You've never seen Charles look so flustered before, finally seeing him in that state when you allow yourself to flirt back.

He stumbles on his words a bit, but eventually manages to tell you how proud he is.

"It's good to see you getting past though boundaries. They're hard to break down, I know, but I'm proud of you for doing it. And you should be proud of yourself!"

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