#avesrequests

wc: 0.6k

rating: mature

warnings: oral m!recieving, whimpering, description of smut and sexual content mdni, sub!Kieran, soft dom!reader, gn!reader, swearing

a/n: okay I’m actually awful at writing smut I’m sorry, but this is what I could do for you lovely (sorry it's so late!!)

The sun had set over Horseshoe overlook, the only lighting was the moonlight and the lingering embers from the camp fire. There were no sounds besides the crickets, the various snores around camp and now Kieran Duffy’s quiet whimpers and sobs.

Your fingers ran over his jaw as you tilted his chin up to kiss along his throat, causing him to whimper and push against you desperately.

“Please…please…” He begged softly as he whimpered shyly, trying to get some form of release as he pushed his hips to yours. Tears were beginning to settle on his lower lashes as he whined pathetically.

“Shh, oh honey…it's okay, oh my poor baby…” you cooed softly as you gently coaxed his belt undone for him, before slowly opening his jeans up. The bulge in his undergarments was very obvious to you now.

He whined and leaned to press his forehead to your shoulder, his wrists chaffing on the tree as he fought the binds that kept him there. Yet another reminder of his situation, a hostage to the Van der Linde gang, though you saw him as more than that.

“It's okay…you're okay, let me take care of you, Kieran baby…” You cooed softly as you eased his underwear down to expose him. He wasn't small, yet he wasn't ridiculously well-endowed, he was almost perfect.

His tip was ruddy and weeping for you, just as he was as he blushed and whimpered. He had a small bush of wiry hair that you gently nosed at as you kissed his base, letting one hand wrap around his thigh and the other found his balls.

He let out a soft moan and gently rutted against your nose as he whispered, “Please…I need you-” before being cut off by a choked sob as you kissed his tip.

With a gentle stroke of his thigh you took him in your mouth, letting him whimper and cry to his heart's content as you helped him settle. As you felt him relax you began to gently bob your head.

He whined and fumbled against the tree as you gently took him in your mouth and licked along his length and sucked ever-so-gently. Your beautiful eyes looking up to steal glances at him also was driving him insane.

Tears spilled down his cheeks, sweat was beading on his forehead, his hair was sticking to his face, his whimpers were slowly growing louder.

“Please, oh god…oh shit…I’m going to…Oh my god…” He rambled before letting out another choked sob, frantically rutting into your mouth and letting his backside hit the tree behind him. His wrists were sore from the friction and his legs were trembling from the pleasure and standing as a hostage for days.

With a shy moan, he came down the back of your throat and blushed, pulling back slightly in embarrassment. You swallowed gently and left a kiss to the tip and whispered, “Oh Kieran, you were so good…” as you grabbed a bucket of water and a flannel to clean him up.

Under the moonlight, you wiped his sweaty forehead and chest, cleaned up his spend off of himself and gently combed his hair. Making sure he was hydrated, you helped him sip some water and also made sure to feed him some leftovers.

Finally, you ensured his wrists were checked over from the rope burn before kissing his cheek and murmuring, “I’ll bring some breakfast for you tomorrow, honey…keep being brave for me…”

Maybe you’d convince Dutch to let the sweet, little hostage free or maybe you’d have to keep up this secret affair. Only time could tell…

a/n: I loved this request soso much!! Been saving it for a quiet day to take a break from my bigger works, I love the idea of a grumpy Arthur missing his wife and daughter (yes he is a girl dad in my mind) and coming home from a rough job for a cuddle and a moment of appreciation 💘

Arthur trudged home, well back to camp, the closest thing he had to home. Dutch had been too relaxed on that job, too many close calls, too much pressure put on him. And now all he wanted to do was rush home to his wife.

“Just want m’wife.” He grumbled when John asked him if he was okay on the ride back, John just chuckled but he understood.

Arthur kept having to be dragged away from camp where his sweet little wife and his darling daughter were. It wound him up something wicked when Dutch dragged him away from them with a lack of care.

The previous night he had complained to Dutch, asking him to let him stay at home as his wife had been having trouble settling their little girl to sleep. But, of course, Dutch just thought he was being disloyal.

So, now he could finally get home he was practically rushing the other boys along to urge them back to camp quickly.

The sun was setting, and she was sitting by the campfire telling their daughter a story about herself and Arthur as she braided her hair gently. The little girl looked exactly like her mother, but had the same watercolour eyes and pretty little nose that he had.

A soft smile graced his face as he wandered over to the kind woman and the little girl, his arms wrapping around the pair tightly as he pulled them close.

“My girls…” He whispered softly, causing his wife to settle on his lap and his little girl to giggle and reach out for him. He pulled her close and settled the little girl between him and his wife.

He cradled them both close as if they were the most precious possessions. A small yawn escaped the little girl as Arthur toyed with the loose braid in her hair, as her mother pressed kisses to her beloved husband's cheek.

“Was it that bad?” She whispered lovingly as she turned to meet his lips with her own as their little girl slipped into sleep in their embrace.

He just nodded and grumbled, “Missed m’wife…missed m’daughter…Dutch was a pain and the other's were fed up to.” His arms tightened around the pair as she sighed and leant into him. A quiet snore left their daughters lips.

Arthur’s frown eased and his lips pressed to his little girl’s forehead, he felt at home and comfortable now. She could see that in the way he gazed at the little life he had bought into the world, in the way he kissed them both, in the way he held them so lovingly.

Even if life around them was troubling, at least they had the love of each other, even if life was harsh for an outlawed family.

a/n: omg me too, I loved a bit of domestic and fluff bits and pieces more than anything! Arthur as a dad and husband lives rent free in my mind so here as some of my ideas. May turn some of this into a proper fic or something later down the line!

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♡ The clingiest and most cuddly man ever once your together, like best believe he will have his arms around you all the time.

♡ hugs from behind!! Like imagine your in the kitchen like chopping veg for dinner and he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

♡ Also, along the same note, he would hold your belly and whisper things like, "you'd be such a good ma, sugar" and "Darlin'...you think we could have one of our own?"

♡ Alsoo, definitely rests his chin on your shoulder and leaves little kisses and this man definitely gently bites your shoulder.

♡ Also I feel like he's such a good cook like imagine after a long day on your shared ranch you'd be in the kitchen together cooking and giggling.

♡ Alsooo on this he definitely hums to you and spins you gently in the kitchen, no music needed he would hum a tune and get you to dance with him.

♡ "No baby that can wait...just one dance yeah?"

♡ Such a cute like ranch husband like constantly tidying and looking after the horses, planting flowers and vegetables.

♡ He definitely would plant up flowers in little pots for you and would come inside and be like "honey look at this, where shall I put it, reminded me of you sugar"

♡ His proposal would have been so cute, okay so imagine he's like dressed in his best shirt (with little patches and sewn up holes) his slightly mucky jeans and his ranch boots, his hair is a little long and his moustache was perfectly trimmed, and he'd take you to a little secluded spot by a lake and would cuddle with you for a while before pulling the ring out and whispering, "Darlin' I love yer...and I want yer to be my wife, would yer like that?"

♡ He's slip the ring on your finger and hold you close until the sunset, then he'd help you onto his horse to trot to the hotel and spend the evening cuddling and talking about the future

♡ The minute he found out you were pregnant he was full blown dad mode, he would be baby proofing the ranch, planning for the arrival and making sure you were okay.

♡ This man would build a cot for the baby, a little dresser for its clothes, little wooden toys.

♡ Would love your baby bump, he would press little kisses to the bump and talk to it, would constantly have his hand on the bump as if protecting the baby.

♡ "So yer daddy went fishing with yer uncle John today, he's a pain in daddy's ass but you'll like him, baby"

♡ Would never ever let you do physical work whilst pregnant like trust me this man would be doing all the lifting, cleaning, feeding the animals, like most your doing is watering the flowers and reading.

♡ When the baby arrives he would be cuddling with them all the time, skin to skin contact as well to feel closer, especially as he had such a harsh life he finally felt like he had done something good.

♡ painting their child’s room together and decorating the house whilst dancing and singing and giggling, little paint splodges on each others faces and arms.

♡ Imagine laying in bed after a long day of decorating the ranch house with your baby in your arms whilst Arthur holds you both whilst your pregnant with your second baby, the air was warm and comfortable and the room was lit by the moon so you could just about see Arthur's content smile as he murmured, "I love you, Darlin'...yer the best thing I've ever had..."

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wc: 0.7k

rating: general

warnings: none just pure fluff and romance with Arthur Morgan, very lovey dovey and soft Arthur.

a/n: I love love loved this request so much!! It was soso cute, so I hope you enjoy this (sorry it took forever lovely!!)

The sun was beginning to rise over the mountains in the Grizzlies, a warm glow covered the small campsite that Arthur had set up for you both to stay at. The birds were beginning to chirp, the deers outside were wandering around and Arthur was quietly snoring beside you.

His soft, caramel hair was splayed across the pillow as he snored into the pillow set on the tent floor. His arms reached for you under the warmth of the blanket as he snored against your hair.

You stirred slightly and smiled, taking in the sight of your boyfriend - or rather fiancé - as he snored and drooled. His fingers twitched slightly against your arm, as if he was still lost in his dreams.

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The previous night, after a long day of hunting, Arthur had sat you down on the edge of the moonlit lake and settled beside you. He was quiet for a few moments as he held your hand and rested his head on yours, letting his gaze focus on the lake.

He turned slightly and pressed a kiss to the top of your hair, before squeezing your hand. A soft gesture of his love for you.

Before the silence could fully envelop you both, he quietly murmured, “Darlin’?” as he squeezed your hand again to get your attention.

He gently coaxed you to turn, a shy smile on his face as he fiddled in his pocket for a moment before producing a ring.

“Okay, darlin’...got a question for you,” He rambled shyly, almost nervously before blurting, “You fancy being my wife?”

You giggled softly and blinked back tears, whispering a “Yes…yes, of course, honey.” as he slipped the ring onto your finger. A lopsided grin graced his lips before he leant in to kiss your cheek.

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Now, he snored into your neck as you cuddled him and whispered, “I love you…” even though you knew he was fast asleep and was dreaming of a life with you. A life full of peace, love and happiness.

He subconsciously squeezed you and nuzzled his nose against your cheek, before snoring again. You remained like this for a while, smiling softly and watching him as he snored and seemed genuine and vulnerable.

A small smile danced on his lips as he blinked awake, slowly moving to pull you close for a sleepy kiss. His lips moved against yours in a loving motion as your breath mingled, a closeness you both loved deeply.

He pulled away and murmured, “Morning, darlin’...my sweet fiancée…” which earned a giggle from you as you smiled.

“Morning, honey…” you cooed softly in response before adding, “Are you still up for fishing this morning?”

He nodded softly and tucked his head in the crook of your neck before mumbling, “Mhm…in an hour or so, we’ll head out to the lake and fish…bring it back here for some lunch, before we pack up to go back to camp.”

You listened tentatively to his rambling as you fiddled with your engagement ring, whilst stroking his hair. A feeling of peace washed over you both as you laid in the tent and held each other, a domestic scene enveloped you both.

a/n: omg I loved this request, I've been wanting to do some writing for Javier so this was perfect. It's a bit short and a little cringe but I'm plotting for more Javier content soon lovie. Although, my gcse spanish I haven't thought about since I was in secondary school did come in clutch for this 💘

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Horseshoe Overlook was quiet, most of the gang were asleep. There were few lamps left on so she was relying on the campfire to see the skirt she was repairing for Karen.

Her fingers were gently against the material and her movements were skilled and practiced.

Javier sat close to her near the campfire as he quietly tuned his guitar, trying to ensure he would be able to play music for the gang the following day. He looked up from his guitar and caught her eye and smiled sheepishly.

A blush spread from her chest, up her neck and to her cheeks. She smiled back awkwardly before turning back to her sewing as she mentally scolded herself for looking like such a fool.

Little did she know, Javier loved how shy she was, he loved the way she blushed every time he spoke or every time she stuttered when trying to talk to him. He was utterly smitten with her, he loved her just as she was.

"Cariño...ven aquí, c'mere" He said softly, as if trying to coax her closer like a spooked doe in the mountains. He set his guitar to the side and opened his arms for her as he added, "Please, amor?" His voice was soft and gentle as his accent drawled the soft words to her.

She blushed furiously and her eyes widened, he was usually cuddly and sweet with her but it always caught her off guard. She just presumed she was an easy option, or the only available option.

After a second of contemplation, she set her sewing aside and shuffled over to him. His arms instantly wrapped around her as he whispered, "Mi amor..." and held her tightly.

"Javi...what's all this about?" She murmured softly as he turn to look up at him with her wide, nervous eyes as she cautiously wrapped her arms around him.

"You were working so hard...looked so sad by yourself, mi flor" He murmured softly against her ear as he pulled her into him. His fingers gently stroked her hair as he added, "So shy" as he gently stroked her flushed cheek.

She sat there completely flustered and shy as he held her and whispered to her, she rested her hands on his back and awkwardly glanced around.

"Cariño, what's on your mind, hm?" He murmured quietly as he followed her gaze around camp. He noticed her anxious behaviour and pulled her closer to his chest in response.

"What if someone sees us?" She whispered softly and quietly as if scared to disrupt anything around her. She tried to hide her shy smile and blush from him by tucking up to him with her nose buried in his neck.

"That's okay, amor, they'll just know you're my girl, mi flor" He murmured softly as he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead gently.

He sat there cradling her gently and pressing kisses to her forehead whispering, "My sweet girl...muy bonita...mi amor...te amo" as he held her close.

She giggled softly and whispered, "Javi...what's all that meant to mean," as she cuddled closer and kissed his cheek softly as she blushed before shyly stroking his facial hair back into place.

"Te amo...it means I love you," He whispered softly to her ear as he held her as close as possible and whispered, "Te amo, mi amor"

She blushed profusely and giggled before stuttering, "I-I love you too, Javi" as he placed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.

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could u do some headcanons of Kieran as a Dad? I think he would be so sweet and love it sm :(♥️♥️ he deserves a family tbh

a/n: okay so I loved this request so much, I went a bit mad with it but I love Kieran sm. Also I am planning a long term fic for him but a couple one shots are drafted so ofc more of my baby coming soon! Hope you enjoy, lovie ♡

three sections:

Kieran with Children

Kieran when your pregnant

Kieran with a baby

Children:

He is definitely the sweetest dad ever but always worrying and being like, "Honey, careful...careful" and trying to keep his baby's out of harms way, he's just sweet and anxious and as he had been through so much he wanted to keep him children safe.

He most definitely wanted to teach his children how to ride horses and look after them just like he did so I imagine his children would be growing up on a ranch with Branwen jr as their little pony, most mornings he would take the children out on the horses, evenings would be spent feeding them, he would always buy the children little rugs and toys for their horses. There would be a designated day each week where the whole family cleaned out the stables, field and riding area, washed down all the horses and cleaned them up, polished and waxed saddles and bridles, and Kieran would be lovingly showing the children how to do it all.

Always wakes up early to make the children some breakfast, best believe this man is awake early, leaving you in bed with a little kiss just so he can make the children some pancakes with the fruit he's been growing on the ranch. All he wanted to do was make the children contented, imagine his smile when the children woke up giggling and smiling because they could smell their dad's homemade pancakes.

In my head he's like a little grandma gardening away on his little ranch, so he most definitely would teach him children how to plant things. He would let them plant the seeds for the new flowers, or help him plant a strawberry plant. Then he would get them to help him water all the plants and visit them to check on them, and he always gives the children the first piece of fruit off the plant.

He would love to read to the children, despite his anxious voice and his quiet nature. He'd be curled up in the main bed with you tucked into his side with the children sprawled on the bed listening to him reading to them, his shyness barely there because his family is the only thing that keeps him calm and grounded.

Pregnant:

When you told him, Kieran panicked, this man was stressing on another level.

Yet, he would be the sweetest, he would always rub your belly, press soft kisses to it and whisper to his baby.

"I-It's just me little one, yer daddy,"

"Don't be giving yer ma trouble now, okay?"

He would always be worrying, best believe your sitting and relaxing whilst pregnant, he once saw you trying to lift something and he hurried over and kissed and cuddled you until you agreed to lay down and let him work.

"Baby...baby please, can't have yer working too hard, yer tired...just look after our little one, okay?"

Would become so much more clingy, but in the cutest way, best believe he's laying over you in bed, keeping you safe from the world, he'd nuzzle to your neck and kiss the sensitive skin to relieve any pain, he's been petting you hair all the time to help you relax and stop stressing. His arms are always around you, keeping you close and safe, and his lips are always brushing over your skin.

"What you doing, Kieran?"

"Shh, just let me give yer a kiss...need my love close to me, need to make sure yer okay, love"

He'd love the baby bump, he'd read to it, kiss it and whisper to it, it would be his pride and joy until the baby came. He felt almost safe and secure knowing you loved him enough to let him father your child, it would give him a sense of belonging.

Baby:

Skin to skin. All I can think about is the fact Kieran would definitely sit in the old rocking chair in your homestead with the baby to his chest, skin to skin, murmuring and comforting them.

He would be so gentle and worrisome over the little baby, would spend most of his day holding the baby close, pressing gentle kisses to their forehead.

He would be the best at stopping the little one from crying, he'd be so good at comforting and settling the baby.

He would feel so grateful for the chance to have a family, feeling as if he didn't deserve any of this yet here he was with his little wife and baby, curled up in bed together whilst the baby sniffled into his chest and you were cuddled up to Kieran.

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a/n: Hope you’re feeling okay love, this request was so self indulgent for me too as I have been planning something like this. Cramps are the worst, hope your well lovely take care 💘 Absolutely love requests like this, so feel free to drop anymore, they're such a cute break from the long form fics and gives me a chance to write for some characters I don't usually write for.

warnings: menstruation, afab, fluff, pregnancy mentions

featuring: arthur, john, charles, kieran, sean, javier, abigail, sadie

Arthur Morgan: He would be so sweet and gentle, his finger tips would run along your lower belly and slowly massaging the skin. "Poor darlin'...where does it hurt?" He would mumbled as his hands would travel over your body to massage every inch of your skin. Kiss would be peppered everywhere, you wouldn't have to lift a finger either. He would do everything for you, anything you needed or wanted would be bought for you and you would be cared for so deeply and selflessly.

John Marston: "What?" He would mumbled as you wiggled in bed next to him trying to get comfortable. Once you told him, he would wrap his arms around you and he's draw you close whispering, "What can I do darlin'?" as he pressed a kiss to your lips. He'd want to help you but he wouldn't know how so he would definitely be emotional support.

Charles Smith: So caring and patient, he would listen to you rant, comfort you whilst you cry and he would definitely get some medicine for you. Warm cups of tea and stomach massages are this man solution for you, as well as flowers from the wild. He would definitely bathe you so gently, washing your disheveled hair so tenderly and soaping up and caressing every inch of you. He would not let you do a single chore, he would make sure to do all of yours for you.

Kieran Duffy: He'd be so worried, if you were in any form of pain he'd be so scared something awful would happen. So, he would be cuddled up next to you, running your stomach and pressing kisses to your cheeks. "What's wrong...you're all fidgety..." As soon as you explained it to him, he would be pressing kisses to your belly and holding you close. "How can I make it go away?" He would ask tentatively, needing to find a way to take your pain away. I fear that he would definitely be so understanding yet painfully uneducated on the situation bless his heart.

Sean MacGuire: “Well guess I’ll have to try harder to getcha pregnant next time, love…” would definitely be his first comment, absolute cheeky shit. But, after seeing your pain he is definitely determined to make you feel better, even if it does involve him pressing sloppy kisses to your stomach. Would be so sweet but, like Kieran, he would be a bit undereducated on how to prepare, so he would mostly be emotional support for you. Lots of cuddles and kisses, he would get some medicine for mad if anyone dared ask you to attempt a chore.

Javier Escuella: “Oh cariño…mi amor…” he would coo softly against your forehead as the tears would take over due to the overwhelming pain and cramps. It felt like your whole body ached, caused Javier’s heart to break. “Amor…what can I do to help, what do you need?” He would whisper as he pressed kisses from your temple down your cheeks, kissing away all your tears. He would sing softly under his breath and pet your hair until you fall asleep in his arms, his fingers gently stroking your sore stomach. He wouldn’t say it aloud but he wanted to take this pain away in the form of making that stomach swollen with a little baby, a piece of hope and love.

Abigail Marston: She would be so sweet and kind, making you some homemade soup and kissing you all over. “Oh honey…should have told me you were hurting…let me kiss it better.” She would coo softly before laying down in bed with you as you sniffled and picked at your dinner as she kissed along your stomach and massaged gently. All night, she would keep you in her arms as she whispered soft reassurances and affirmations to make you feel better about yourself too.

Mary-Beth falls for you, the wandering outlawed lady but will you stop wandering and stay for her?

Mary-Beth Gaskill x f!reader

wc: 1.0k

rating: general

warnings: nothing too mental just some hand holding and cheek kissing, just a bit of fluff really (this is my frist time writing for Mary-Beth and wlw content so I do apologise if it's awful)

a/n: I love love loved this request so much, this is the first little sections but more of these pair is to come in the future - based on this request from @starmaniii

“Morgan, for the last damn time I ain't staying for a while I’m just here to hand over my share of money and head back out, alright?” You huffed as you tried to eat your dinner in peace whilst Arthur pestered you to stay for a bit. He was like an overbearing mother but it came from a place of care, a female gunslinger out catching bounties wasn't a safe or secure life but it pulled in enough money for the gang to get by.

“I’m just sayin’ it wouldn't hurt f’yer to spend a week or so here, get some rest and eat a damn decent meal, darlin’?” He grumbled before excusing himself to go and aid a complaining John Marston and Sean MacGuire.

You mulled over his idea for a moment as you tried to eat Pearson’s god awful stew. It tasted worse than the meals you made for yourself when you were out on the road trying to catch some bounties but at least it was a warm meal you didn't have to pay for.

“Excuse me?” A soft and shy voice murmured, causing you to look up from your bowl to see her.

She had soft brunette locks that were curled and slightly pinned back that you wanted to reach out and stroke, her eyes were beautiful and round like a shy little deer, her freckled face added to her aura of innocence. Her long eyelashes batted so sweetly and her lips were plump and pink, the type you’d want to press kisses to all night long. Her body was soft and curved, with her curvaceous figure hidden by her pretty dress, a beautiful pink blush graced her cheeks as she stood there shyly.

“Evenin’ miss…” You replied sheepishly as you tried to hide how much she was making you blush and want to know every single thing about her.

She sat down next to you and smiled softly, “Not enjoying your dinner?” She asked shyly but with that same bright smile.

She was like an angel, so beautiful and sweet, so shy and kind. All you wanted to do was let her look after you and treat you so kindly, worlds away from what you were used to.

“Not really…not my sort of thing…” You grumbled as you set the bowl down on the floor. She just giggled and kept those doe-like eyes trained on you.

“I’m Mary-Beth…I probably should have started with that…” She murmured shyly as she toyed with the skirt of her dress anxiously, she seemed so nervous yet she wanted to stay close to you. It was like she was intrigued.

You chuckled softly and gave her your name in return and just gazed at her for a few moments. Your heart was beating so hard she could probably hear it, your shirt felt too warm and your jeans felt too tight, you were suddenly aware of how scruffy your hair must look and how muddy your boots were.

“How come you’re talkin’ to the likes of me then, Miss Mary-Beth?” You asked softly but teasingly, as if trying to gauge the reasoning for her closeness.

She blushed a deeper shade of crimson and smiled shyly, her face angled away from you for a moment before replying, “You're mighty pretty…and I’ve never had the chance to meet you before…” She admitted sheepishly.

Your blush began to mirror hers as she complimented you, your gaze locked on her before whispering, “Well ain't that sweet…but you're the prettiest girl in this camp by a damn country mile, honey…”

Her body stiffened slightly as she grew more shy, causing you to lean closer slightly, close enough you could probably rest your chin on her shoulder. Your hand slid across to rest on hers which was still fiddling with her skirt.

She giggled quietly and whispered, “stop…” but still leant closer for you to kiss her cheek softly, which you did willingly.

“Blushin’ aren't you, sugar…” you murmured softly as you pressed another kiss to her cheek. The spontaneity and warmth of the moment made you want to put her in your pocket and keep her close, but you knew that by morning you’d have to be back on the road.

She giggled softly and buried her face in her hands as she turned away, swooning and blushing. She was so sweet and shy but so completely enamoured by you.

She leant against you and blushed and giggled. She was so sweet and shy, and my god did you want to keep her close.

“When do you take off again, cowgirl?” Mary-Beth asked shyly as she glanced at you, her eyes full of wonder and intrigue.

“This evenin’, sugar…” You replied gently, knowing to be cautious as she was being awfully forward. A small flicker of disappointment ran over her beautiful, freckled face.

“Oh…I see…” She replied quietly before hesitantly asking, “When will you be back?”

“Soon…” You replied quietly, causing Mary-Beth to lean in and press a gentle, tender kiss to your cheek.

“You best be being honest with me…” She murmured softly before standing up and wandering away, leaving you sitting there in shock.

Sweet, gentle Mary-Beth had stolen your heart, and my god would you be back at camp soon for her…