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allzelemonz · 11 months

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Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Telling them you’re a virgin

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Kissing, fluff, sensual touching, groping, begging, losing virginity, beginnings of a sexual encounter

Abe:

He looks at you for a moment, processing what you said. “Ya are?”

You nod, slowly moving your hands from his waist. He catches them and holds them betweens you as he continues to think. You’re sitting on his bed, his tiny bed in a little shack on the edge of the ranch.

“Ya don’t wanna do it here, do ya?” He asks, his hands squeezing yours.

“I want you, Abe.” You shake your head and shrug. “I don’t really care where.”

He dips his head as he blushes and shakes his head a little. “I-I could get us a hotel room over in Strawberry…”

You tilt his head back up and rest your hand on his cheek. “I don’t wanna wait.”

Abe gives you a light smile as his face turns much redder. You lean in and kiss him, picking up where you left off as your hands go back to his waist and tug at his shirt to untuck it. Abe helps, pulling his suspenders down as he kisses you with a happy smile. He can’t help it, you’re picking him for something so important. At least he thinks it’s important, which is why he stops you when your fingers start at the buttons of his shirt.

“Ya sure, really sure, hon’?”

You press a quick kiss to his lips and smile. “Yes, Abe. I am very sure.”

“Alright.” He says, more breath than voice as he watches you return to unbuttoning his shirt. “If yer sure.”

Bill Williamson:

His face goes red, already having been nervous about how far you’ve gone. You’re in your tent, Bill is hovering over you and his lips are already a little sore. He wants to keep going, it’s been on his mind ever since you put your hand on his thigh by the campfire an hour ago, but all he can do is look at you.

“Oh…” He shuffles above you awkwardly, suddenly feeling much more guilty about the tent in his pants. “Oh, I-I’m sorry- I didn’t- You-”

“Bill.” You say, slowly running your hands over his arms that hold him above you. “I just wanted you to know. I-I want to keep going.”

“Ya do?” Bill asks, confusion covering his face. “Ya-Ya want me ta…”

You pull him back in for a kiss and Bill returns it with some nerves. He’s hesitant to put his weight back on you, now unsure of himself.

“Please, Bill.” You whisper.

His heart skips at that. He looks over you and slowly gets comfortable on top of you again, letting his apparent arousal press against your thigh as he kisses you again and melts into everything you’ll give him.

Charles Smith:

He stills, his hands becoming much lighter on your hips. “You should’ve told me.”

“I just did.”

He sighs. “I wouldn’t ‘ve been so…”

“You can be rough, Charles.”

He rests his head against yours. “I was thinking things I shouldn’t.”

You tuck some of his hair behind his ear and kiss his head. “Next time then?”

“Maybe.” He smiles lightly, sighing. “I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I do.” He pulls you closer. “I want you to feel good.”

His eyes catch yours like a trace and you nod. He connects his lips to yours again, much more intentional this time. With this new pace, it could be a long night.

Colm O’Driscoll:

He grins like a mad man as he thinks of the implications. He’s just pushed you down to sit on his bed after having kissed and felt you up for hours. But now that you’ve told him, his plans are changing actively in his mind.

“Ya don’t say…” His eyes flick over you in a hungry way that makes just a hint of fear shoot through you. “Ain’t lyin’ are ya?”

You shake your head. “Why would I lie?”

He hums as he leans over you, hands resting on your thighs as his face gets close to yours. “Somethin’ special ‘bout takin’ somebody’s innocence, sweetheart.” His hand moves up your leg, tilting inwards until he feels what he wants. “Ya want me? Want me ta make ya feel what ya been missin’, sugar?”

You nod, breath hitching as he squeezes at your leg.

“I need words, sugar.” He hums. “Go on, tell me what ya want.”

His eyes fix on yours but his hand doesn’t stop its trip. He presses at you, much more than he has before. He’s touched you, groped just enough to make you want him, teasing you, but he had no idea this is all new for you.

“Colm…” You mumble.

“Be specific now, sugar.”

“I don’t- I mean-”

Your mind is clouded by the new and pleasant sensation that Colm is giving you as he rubs your through the fabric separating you.

“Want some help?” Colm asks, earning a nod from you. “That’s alright, sugar, you’ll get better. Ya like this?”

You nod as your hips buck against him slightly. Colm pushes you back down with his free hand as he moves closer to your ear.

“Ya want me ta fuck ya all gentle?” He whispers.

“Please.” You manage to say.

Colm grins against your skin as he kisses along your neck and slowly tilts you back onto the bed.

Kieran Duffy:

Kieran feels a guilt come over him, expecting something from you that you’ve never even experienced. You may be the one pinning him to the tree but his hands are on your waist, his fingers are brushing bare skin under your shirt. He withdraws them as he looks over you in a new light, remembering his first time with a distinct worry that he’ll screw yours up like his.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out, Kieran.” You say, removing your hands from him because you don’t want to pressure him. “I just thought you should know.”

He nods, staring at the ground as he thinks. “Ya, uh, ya never even…”

You shake your head. “Nothing. But I want to do all those things with you.”

“Yer messin’ with me.” He mutters.

Timidly, you put your hands on the side of his face and make him look at you. “I’m not, Kieran. Can we just keep going, like I never mentioned it?”

“But yer- I mean-” He licks his lips from a mix of nerves and the desire you made him feel when his back first hit the tree and your hands wandered over him. “Ya don’t want somethin’ special?”

You smile lightly. “I have you, right?”

Kieran’s face turns pink as you press him back against the tree and kiss him as you were before. He puts his hands back at your waist and melts back into it, forgetting things for now and letting you do as you please.

Micah Bell:

“You?” Micah asks.

His hand is frozen in place, resting high up on your inner thigh as you sit in his lap. You’re by the fire, alone at the late hour in the dark, and Micah has been pressing heated kisses to your neck. He’d just gotten hard and you could feel it, so you told him as gently as you could.

You nod, turning a little to meet his eyes. The ice in them is melted but covered in conflict as he weighs his options. He had a plan. He was going to get you all needy, take you to your tent, and fuck you like he’s been wanting for the whole of your time with the gang. He was going to be rough because he’s been waiting for so long, maybe have you suck him off in the morning too. But this changes things. You’re not what he thought and he doesn’t know what to do now.

You can sense this, seeing the look that plants on his face. So you take his hand in yours and encourage him to continue as you kiss him. He’s stiff for a moment before he leans into you, letting you take some lead in it all. He lets you pull his hand higher up your thigh and his fingers brush against you.

That makes him pull away with a slight hum. “Let me do this proper, darlin’.”

He pushes your hand away and helps you stand, pulling you along to your tent with an entirely new plan for the night.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean sits back, pulling his hands into his own lap as soon as possible to hide a growing tent. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t know, I wouldn’t a’ wanted ta… Well I would, but tha’s not the point-”

“Sean, shut up.” You mutter, annoyed that he took his hands back.

“Alright, love, here’s what we’ll do.” Sean says, leaning forward. “Take things nice and slow, right? I wanna give ya the time a’ yer life.”

You press a short kiss to his lips, only pulling away for a second before Sean puts his hands on your face and pulls you back in. He’s less hungry now, more sweet. He can’t help but giggle as he lays down with you and your hands rest on his hips.

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ashs-cardboard-box · 29 days

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Bark; don't bite

~ Sean MacGuire/Male!Reader

~ Platonic or romantic

~ 1.2k words

Request :3

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Loneliness. A word that stung in each and every which way and yet, it’s how you felt more often than not. To put it simply, you were terrifying. Easily towering over the gang by a good few inches depending on the person. Built like a tree that had just been through the worst of storms, intimidating was an understatement. Skin tainted with scars and blemishes alike.

You had been in the gang for a long while, though you can count on one hand the amount of interactions you’ve had with everyone aside from Dutch and Susan respectively. While they didn’t outright fear you, it’d be a stretch to assume they’d go out of their way for a casual conversation.

You were, essentially, a guard dog. Anyone in their right mind would shit their pants if they saw you coming towards them. As such, you don’t leave camp much. On the rare occasion you do, you’re put up front. Acting as the silent brute you’re built as. You’re not even sure if your family, the gang, has heard your voice.

While you appreciate their company, their stares said more. You were self conscious in your own right. Having people, friends, family, and foes, gawk at you and prod for answers on which injuries you got when...not fun.

You couldn’t necessarily fault them either. You kept to yourself for a reason. A confidential, disturbing reason. Spending most of your days doing mindless chores around camp and whatever favors people asked of you like lifting a wagon to put a wheel back on, or scaring people into their word. It felt like Dutch was the only one who could withstand your stare most days. On the plus side, you’d never have to deal with the real annoying folk like Micah.

That was, at least, until an Irishman by the name of Sean MacGuire joined the gang not so recently. If you could describe that man in one word, it’d be loud-mouthed. You never paid him mind all too much, considering you were out on a stagecoach robbery with Charles and John when Dutch brought the redhead in.

When you got back, Dutch all but shoved Sean in your direction, causing him to stumble slightly with an offended “oi!” Glaring over his shoulder towards Dutch before the latter makes a gesture towards you, causing him to turn right back around.

Sean’s eyes widen subtly as he comes face to face with your pecs before he cranes his neck to look up towards you. A slow grin begins to spread across his face, his eyes practically twinkling incredulously. “Holy Mother of Mary.. bet your ma fed ya the good shit, didn’t she?” He jokes causing you to crack a hint of a smile, much to Dutch’s amazement.

“Well I’ll be damned..” Dutch mutters. Remembering his presence, you’re quick to dig into your pockets and pull out what little money the stagecoach carried, passing half up to Dutch. Unfortunately not nearly enough, causing the heist to be a dud. Charles and John walk back into camp as if the whole debacle never happened– you can’t blame them.

Dutch accepts the money and flips through the bills, only to sigh in disappointment and pockets it. “Ya gotta name, big lad?” Sean pipes up once again, causing you to look back down towards him. “Y/N.” you respond curtly as you stuff your money back into your pocket as Dutch walks off to do something you don’t care to ask about.

“Y/N..” Sean echoes with a bark of a laugh. You can’t deny he’s a change of pace around camp. He has a spark you haven’t seen in a long, long time. Sean grins and extends his hand forth to be shaken, to which you echo his motion and grip his smaller hand in yours, giving it a firm shake.

“Sean MacGuire.. but the ladies call me the Irish Terrier. If ya know what I mean.” He flaunts, seeming proud of that title. You hadn’t a god damn clue on what that meant, but his laughter was contagious, causing you to chuckle lightly, of which Sean points out in a teasing manner. “Hadn’t a clue mountains could laugh.” He lets go of your hand and playfully backhands you in the chest.

You weren’t sure why Sean was being so polite with you. You weren’t used to it whatsoever. You were scary and fucked up to the highest caliber. And yet, here Sean is. Not only relentlessly teasing you, but actually conversing. That’s more than you could say for most people around camp.

Your dynamic was a strange one. Sean could talk so much that it would make anyone want to tear their ears off by hand. You talked so little that your presence would easily be forgotten, had you not been built like a brick shithouse.

He often spoke up for you. You kept your head down and stayed silent at almost any instance of judgement or staring. Sean, however, wouldn’t have that. It was like a chihuahua standing up for a great dane. Amusing, yet not exactly effective.

He would go on and on and on, for hours if he could, blatantly threatening and causing a ruckus on anyone who stared. He didn’t quite understand your distaste for leaving camp, but he sure tried. His bickering often ended up with you having to stand up for him without a word. Towering over him and staring down at whomever Sean picked a fight with was more than enough.

“Serves ‘em right. Oughta carve their eyes from their sockets for starin’, I will. They don’t got a clue on ya, lad. Taller than the Heavens above, ya are but yer a damn sweetheart.” Sean huffs as he folds his arms over his chest, turning to look up at you instead of the person you scared shitless.

You could feel your cold heart melt just a bit at that. You were scary. You’d been through more than even you could comprehend. Yet Sean saw through all of that. He saw the man who liked to draw in his journal or embroider patterns onto patches of cloth. He saw the man that would drop off random flowers for him without batting an eye.

You chuckle as you push the brim of his hat down over his eyes, causing him to scoff and lift it back up. You only had him to thank for pulling you out of your shell as much as he has– even if it’s nowhere near enough to make a difference to anyone else.

The two of you acted on the other’s behalf should either not be able to do something. For him, it was speaking up for you. For you, it was picking up his slack. You loved him, but he was damn lazy. Despite that, you enjoyed helping out. Especially when your efforts were paid in cheek kisses..and maybe a couple dollars.

He was overconfident in his abilities, though you didn’t humble him. Instead, you silently taught him how to shoot better. Pressing your hands on different parts of his body and forcing him to straighten out. Unfortunately, he struck two of six bottles.

Instead of being disappointed like anyone normally would, he seemed prideful and arrogant. Impressed with himself for even getting that. His antics amused you, as much as you cared for him. You were starting to consider that maybe, gang life wouldn’t be so bad with him around. Now all that’s left to do is plan for the upcoming trip to Rhodes.

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Thank you for the request !! this was a really cute prompt !! :3 I hope you like it !!

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coweyloaf · 2 months

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So, the pull has ended and the fics you picked were:

✨Characters reaction to finding out your a toe walker

And

⭐Roller skating with characters modern AU

For anyone wanting another Rdr2 character just keep in mind Im only writing mxm so please suggest male characters :))

Edit: I accidentally put Kieran down twice, ignore that, I'll add up the percentage for him when it's over

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mushrubes · 6 months

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My time

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Sean macguire by @/addynot}

Pairing : Sean Macguire x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 606

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

Have a great day !! <3

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“Jesus!” Sean let out a loud groan of pain, clenching his teeth as you brushed through his knotted ginger hair. “Can’t ya be any more gentle with that?” He whined, his face scrunched and contorted with pain. You simply rolled your eyes. Sean could be quite the crybaby. You both knew he needed this, though. God forbid he ever took care of his hair. "Stop being so dramatic, Sean!" You groaned, carrying on brushing it through his hair, being extra careful to get the knots out. “I’m just sayin’!” He protested weakly. “That hurts, Ruby!” He winced, but the look in his eyes held something different; something tender. He seemed to enjoy the fact that you were brushing his hair. It seemed…intimate somehow. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..I'm trying to help." You sighed, doing it slower.

“Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He chuckled weakly. “Jus’ be a little gentler, aye?” Sean glanced at you. “I have a sensitive scalp.” Sean smiled sweetly, his hair looking much softer and clean now. "Surely it feels better, no?" You asked genuinely, running my fingers through the soft strands. “Yeah.” He smiled, running his hand through his clean hair. “Feels nice, actually. Thank ya.”Sean’s eyes lingered on you as he smiled warmly. He moved in closer, until he was only inches away. “It feels nice having someone that close… brushing my hair.” His tone made it clear that he wasn’t talking about his hair. "All you have to do is ask." You reminded, smiling gently at him, finishing getting the last tangle out.

“I know.” He leaned in even closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just wanted to take the chance to be near ya.” Sean suddenly grabbed your face, kissing your lips passionately. He held the kiss for a moment, pulling away slowly. When he did, he looked down at you with a sheepish grin. "You're a fool." you teased playfully, giggling as you wrapped my arms around his neck. “Only for you.” He mumbled, resting his head on yours. He looked down at you lovingly, his eyes staring deeply into your own. Sean slowly reached to rub your back, running a soft thumb over your skin. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "damn right Macguire." you smiled, poking his chest softly. Sean snickered, poking you back. He moved into your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, kissing it lightly. “You wanna go see a show later?” His tone was soft and almost playful. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck again, rubbing his stubble up against your skin.

"The one in Valentine? or Saint Denis?" you grinned, pressing kisses to his jaw. “The one in Saint Denis. I don’t think the gang would appreciate me and you seeing a show in Valentine's.” Sean kissed the spot where his hands rested, his face nuzzled into your neck. He looked up, flashing you a devilish smile with his signature crooked, red grin. “Wanna go to a bar too?” His tone had that same playful nature from before, but this time there was an undertone of something else. Something… smoky and seductive. "Is it gonna end up with us going to a hotel?" you smirked, hands running up and down his chest. “Maybe.” Sean smirked right back, his hands lightly cupping your waist. He looked into your eyes, his voice still playful and almost mischievous. “But I promise, I’ll make it worth your time if it does.” he reassured, face tinted almost as if he was blushing.

"You're always worth my time."

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rorkegirly07 · 28 days

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Welcome To My Blog<3

MASTERLIST

~About Me~

Heyyy<33 my name is Michele, I’m 27, and I’m from the U.S. I’m not that good at writing but it’s one of my favorite things to do!! I’m bi with a male lean, I use she/they pronouns! I really love music, my taste can range from phonk, electro pop, alt rock, hard rock, punk rock, metal, groove metal, nu metal, heavy metal, hardcore hip hop (or horrorcore), and so much more. But anyways other than all of this, let’s get into what I’ll write and what you can request!

~Fandoms~

(*The characters I specifically write under each fandom are just my go to characters when I write for any of these; ex: if you request headcanons for twd I’d write for each character listed below. So if you want anyone else, specify them in your request and I’ll write for them!!*)

The Walking Dead ;

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

Negan Smith

Daryl Dixon

COD mw2 & Ghosts ;

MW2:

Soap

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Rudy Parra

Ghosts:

Keegan

Ajax

Rorke

Logan

Red Dead Redemption 2 ;

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Kieran Duffy

Bill Williamson

Sean MacGuire

Pantera ;

(Metal band)

Phil Anselmo

Rex Brown

Dimebag Darrell

Vinnie Paul

Beavis & Butthead ;

Beavis

Butthead

The Offspring ;

(Punk band)

Dexter

Noodles

~what I will and won’t write~

What I will write ;

• Character x Reader

• Smut

• Fluff

• Angst

• She/Her, He/Him, or They/Them pronouns

• Gore

• Jealousy

• Platonic!Reader

• Romantic!Reader

(*I’ll write anything you request except for what I put under ‘what I won’t write’*)

What I won’t write ;

• Character x Character

• Character x OC

• Rape or SA

• Incest

• Cheating or being cheated on

• Threesomes or any kind of group sex

• Poly relationships / Open relationships

~My Defaults~

My “defaults” are basically just how I’d normally write things unless requested or specified otherwise.

So normally I’d write for a fem!reader, romantic relationship between character and reader, fluff and sometimes smut.

If you send any request and do not specify these, then that’s how I’d write it so make sure you specify what you want!!

~Thank You!!~

My requests are always open!!

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therealmarybeth · 2 months

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rules and other info

requests: open!!

A03

What I won't write:

Anything like r*pe, p*dophilia, age play, piss, feet or anything else like that

Cheating

Abuse

That nasty cunt Micah

Or anything I don't feel comfortable writing

I think you get the picture

Ships

Male reader

What I will write:

Fluff

Smut

X Reader

Fem/ GN Reader

Basically anything that's not on the 'What I won't write' list

Character I write for:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Sean Macguire

Kieran Duffy

Charles Smith

Sadie Adler

Mary- Beth Gaskill

This list is kind of limited but if you want to request anyone else (NOT Micah and preferably not Dutch because I just don't like him) I will try!!

Thank you for reading!!

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softrozene · 1 year

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Sean is Struggling

Anon asked: Hi yes, I'm new to the fandom as well, but what about a Sean x Fem!Reader where after everything that had happened to him (before Arthur saved him in ch2) he's struggling with being touched and how the reader slowly gets him used to it? And like, angst hurt/comfort bc its 10:17pm and I want sad things that get resolved

rdr2 masterlist

Sean is a good boi who deserves all the love

Originally published on January 12, 2020

Sean MacGuire x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst probably not enough but fluff to combat it, Sean has PTSD, Karen and Sean don’t happen lmao

Words: ~1k

You’ve been with this group long enough to know everyone on a personal level. You care for all of them equally and know when something is wrong. It just so happens that Sean is just a tad different. Okay, a lot different, and Arthur and Hosea may have picked up on that.

The relentless teasing you received from Arthur when his group brought Sean back was embarrassing. However, you could easily push whatever feelings you have away because as soon as Sean got to camp and you tried to give him one of the hugs he claims to always adore, he hesitated.

He never hesitates to hug you.

It was only a small thing but you noticed it and you kept your eyes and ears on him to see if anything else was amiss. There was plenty.

The male already drank like a pirate but it seemed to have worsened since he got back. Thankfully, he would hold off on being drunk until it got late but the odd thing was he drank alone or only ever with Arthur and John. Sometimes Hosea but rarely. That was the other odd thing. Arthur seemed to have gotten closer to Sean but in a way, you’d never under but desperately want to.

It made you sick to your stomach not knowing how to help the boy who is obviously having problems. So one night you decided to ask.

~*~

“Sean, Arthur, may I take a seat?” You ask softly looking at the fire.

Sean has already gone quiet. You hate when he goes quiet around you. It’s like he doesn’t want you there. You’re about to abort the mission when Arthur nods his head.

“Here, take my seat. It’s closer to the fire. I’m going to actually head to bed,” Arthur shares ignoring the glare Sean sends his way.

Arthur leaves and you sit down with hesitation.

Your heart starts to ache and you have a slight panic. Is whatever he went through that terrible that he doesn’t even want to be by you? Did you remind him of something? The thought nearly kills you.

“(Name), oh no. What the hell did I do?! Why are you crying?!” The poor fiery red-head is stunned.

You are stunned as well. You had no idea you had busted out into tears as your fingers brush your cheeks. You quickly try to recompose yourself and ask the question you’ve been dying to ask.

“Are you okay, Sean? Scratch that, tell me how I can help you. I noticed that even Arthur is trying to comfort you by being your drinking buddy but that isn’t going to work Sean. I can’t pretend I don’t see all the flinches you do anymore. All the little scared moments you have that you think no one else notices. Please tell me how I can help you,” You say your voice breaking in multiple parts.

Hearing the hurt in your voice, the pain you felt for him, it nearly made him cry. He doesn’t cry in front of others. He puts down his bottle and pulls you onto his lap. His arms immediately wrap around you tightly and he’s trembling, shaking like a damn leaf.

“Sorry (Name). I’ve been so fucking stupid as of late. I’ve been avoiding you too. I-“ He stops so he won’t cry.

You can feel his hands shaking worse than his whole body and you realize he’s already trying to push himself for you. You scramble off of him in a heartbeat. The confusion on his face shows as you gently take his hand.

“You are naïve to think that a bottle will fix what happened. Or make you forget. I’m unsure how to help you, but if avoiding me was helping you I can accept that. I can stop trying to care abou-“

The squeeze Sean gives your hand became a tad painful as he lets out a choked “no”. He glances around, to make sure the others are still sleeping or well haven’t been eavesdropping before he allows himself to speak with a bit more urgency.

“No. No. I don’t want that. Avoiding is making things worse. I- I miss you. I miss your hugs. I miss actually talking to you and teasing you. I’ve been avoiding you because I like you so damn much and I thought you seeing how badly this affected me would’ve been a turn-off,” He admits his skin turning a little bit red from embarrassment.

You honestly want to hit him with love right about now.

“You might be a bit of a dumbass. You honestly thought that I wouldn’t like you because of this? Sean, I care too much about you. I honestly love you. It’s hurting me seeing you like this,” You whisper looking at your joined hands.

His slim long fingers are holding onto your own with everything they have. He had stopped shaking. It finally hits you.

“I know that they physically harmed you. If you want me to help we can start there? Have little touches like this until you are more comfortable and your body and mind processes that you are safe here? Only if you want to though. I’m so sorry for projecting my feelings onto you like that,” You murmur out all of this in a slight panic once again.

Sean gives you a hearty chuckle and large grin as he asks, “Did you say you love me?”

“Of course, that’s the part that sticks with you! I guess that’s good. That means there is hope for you yet,” You mumble looking anywhere but him.

He pulls your hand to his chest forcing you to look at him. Only this time he’s serious. “I’ve been holding out on ya since Blackwater but I love you too (Name). I accept your help since you’re so willing. Ah… Would you be kind enough to uh-“

He stops talking and simply uses his other hand to point and tap his cheek. He so desperately wants the simple touch so you gladly do it. Your soft lips meet his skin and he almost melts at the moment. Pulling away, you both stare at each other and for the first time since he’s been back, Sean feels completely safe.

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littlestarofthewest · 2 years

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Hi! I'm hella stoked to see you on the dash once more, may I request a nsfw Sean x Male reader for "Friendly rivalry?"

This was forever ago, so I hope you're still stoked xD but thank you!

Title: Who Shoots More | Words: 937 | Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Sean x male reader

You walk through the woods to avoid Miss Grimshaw and her endless chores when you hear a shot, followed by a cracking sound. Drawing your weapon, you step up to the nearest tree to take cover.

The sounds continue and after following them to the source, you find Sean, shooting bottles. Well, at least he's shooting at bottles. He doesn't seem to hit a single one.

"How are you an outlaw?" you ask, making Sean jump so hard that he almost drops his gun.

"Holy mother of Mary," Sean curses, "why'd you sneak up on me like that?"

"Can you hit one or not?"

"What's it to you?" Sean asks.

You roll your eyes, pretending to be annoyed. "Don't change the subject."

"I shoot just fine," Sean snarls. "How about a little wager if you don't believe me. Five dollars say I can hit more bottles than you."

"Alright," you say, taking position next to Sean. "Ready when you are."

Sean readies his gun and takes a deep breath before counting to three. You both fire away and the bottles end up on the forest floor in a myriad of shards.

With a sigh, Sean lowers his gun. "I counted four for me and six for you. Guess you are the better shot."

Sean hands over the money and you grin. "The only thing you could beat me at would be getting yourself off. You have way more training than me."

"Hey, who says that?"

"You're not exactly quiet."

Sean makes a face but doesn't even look embarrassed. "How about a wager then?"

"What for?"

"Let me win my money back," Sean says. "I bet I can get you off quicker than you can get me off."

You can't help but stare at him while your stomach does a funny turn. You always liked Sean and while drinking together, you might have entertained the idea of fooling around for a bit, but never quite like this.

"You're not serious," you say, trying to sound nonplussed while your heart almost beats out of your chest.

"Why not? Afraid you lose?" Sean asks, a big grin plastered on his face.

"Fine," you say, reaching down to open your pants. You're sure that Sean is just fooling around but instead of backing off, he steps closer, taking care of his own pants.

To make sure that Sean's serious, you grab him by his jacket and pull him close, planting a hard kiss on his lips. Sean tenses for a moment, but then he kisses you back like his life depends on it.

For a while, you forget the bet, too busy with just making out, but then Sean's hand wanders down between your legs.

"You're going down," he whispers against your lips and you groan while getting used to his touch.

"We'll see."

You reach for his dick, getting used to the feeling of him in your hand. Unlike you, he moans the second you touch him. The sound alone brings more heat to your body and you have to force your attention back to what you're doing.

While sliding your closed fingers along Sean's length, you keep kissing him, still surprised that Sean rolls with it. He moans against your lips, eagerly thrusting into your hand.

You wish you could be sure that you will win this, but all of this is better than your wildest dreams. Sean is obviously sure about what he's doing. With a nice pressure on your dick, he starts with long, slow strokes and by the time he speeds up a little, you're already at the edge.

You try your best to tease him as well, but the more Sean gets into it, the louder he becomes. His moans and grunts turn you on even more, and instead of kissing your lips, Sean leans over to kiss your neck. He nibbles on the skin, always bordering on a real bite, and when he gets to your ear, waves of heat roll over your body.

"That's it, darling," Sean huffs into your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. "Even better than I imagined."

You might have had a chance if this was just about touching, but now that Sean said that, you know that you're not the only one who imagined the two of you together.

The idea that Sean thought about you all those times when he took care of himself is what throws you over the edge. With your hand fisted into Sean's jacket, you come all over his hand, unable to hold in your moans.

For a few seconds, you both hold still, until Sean whispers in your ear. "I won."

You don't dispute that. Instead, you kiss him again, and with quick fingers, you get a high-pitched squeal out of him as he comes as well.

It's only then that you both remember where you are, and you put your clothes back in place. You sit down on a fallen tree, looking at the shards of glass on the ground and one remaining bottle that fell down but didn't shatter.

Sean sits down next to you with a smile. "You know, I really didn't think that would work."

"That what would work?"

Sean pulls out his gun, shoots the remaining bottle, and holsters it again.

"So," you say, the implication slowly dawning on you, "you can shoot. You only messed with me."

"And I would love to mess with you again," Sean says with a grin. "How about another wager?"

You get up and grab Sean's hand, pulling him after you. "You can have another wager in my tent."

#sean macguire x male reader #sean macguire x reader #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfic #carawriting #fulfilled requests

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toutallyahoe · 3 years

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drabble dump

requested by: --

pairing(s): various x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut

a/n: i literally have like a shit ton of drabbles *sighs* btw, this will have five drabbles per "drabble dump"

"promised" — jake park (dead by daylight)

"How dare you," Jake seethingly said. "How dare you!" He said more loudly as he glared right in front of him.

"You promised!" Jake exclaimed as his voice cracked in the end. Frustrated tears fell down his face as he gripped his shirt where the area his heart was.

"You... you promised [Name]!" Jake screamed as tears blurred his vision.

"You promised..." Jake softly sobbed as he tried to wipe the tears falling down his face.

"You promised you won't let go..." Jake sobbed.

"Please... come back..." He whimpered as he looked at the newly dugged ground.

"I loved you..."

"satisfied" — arthur morgan (red dead redemption 2)

"Are you happy now?" [Name] had asked as he crossed his arms over his chest. Amusement gleaming in his [Eye color] eyes as he watched the other man before him grin.

"I'm satisfied," Arthur chuckled as he approached the [Hair color] haired man and placed a soft kiss on [Name]'s lips.

"Well, happy to hear," [Name] hummed. "After all... that ring cost a lot," he laughed as Arthur rolled his eyes at him.

"I really am," Arthur softly said as he raised his hand, a golden gleam shining on one of his finger where a golden ring was at.

"drowning" — john marston (red dead redemption 2)

"english please" — sean macguire (red dead redemption 2)

Licking his dry lips, John gritted his teeth. He felt his chest tighten, like there was something heavy on top of him. It made breathing was a strenuous thing to do.

John clutched the part of his shirt where his heart was. It was beating erratically. It reminded the young man like he was drowning. Like the waters rising inside his chest, suffocating him.

Clicking his tongue, he tried to calm himself down as he breathed.

"How long?" John heard [Name] had asked, his hands rubbing John's back.

"Years... too many goddamn years, [Last name]..." John gasped painfully. "I'm drowning."

"Mahal kita," [Name] had blurted out of a blue as the ginger haired had raised his head off of his lap, making him stop playing with Sean's hair as Sean instead sat up and turned to look at [Name] in the eye.

"Sinsabi ko sayo na mahal kita," he fondly said to Sean which the Irishman frowned for a moment but then grinned.

"What are ya talkin bout?" Asked Sean. [Name] only shrugged his shoulders.

"Ya sayin somethin dirty to me?" Sean teased. [Name] only rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Sure... something like that," [Name] finally responded in english.

"bored" — sherlock holmes (sherlock)

[Name] let out a sigh as he look at Sherlock annoyed. Tapping his shoe in impatience as he glared at the man who laid in his chair in boredom, a gun loosely gripped on his hand.

"Sherlock! Can you stop shooting the damn wall?" [Name] had said as he frowned when Sherlock did not paid attention to him.

"Mrs. Hudson already has enough in her pl—"

BANG

"Bored!" Sherlock yelled as he shoot the wall, the bullet missing [Name] by an inch which made the man freeze in fright. [Name] realized what happened and screamed at the bored detective.

"SHERLOCK!"

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#drabbles #drabble dump #x male reader #seme male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #male reader insert #rdr2 x male reader #sherlock x male reader #dead by daylight x male reader #sherlock holmes x male reader #sean macguire x male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #john marston x male reader #jake park x male reader

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allzelemonz · 9 months

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Red Dead Redemption Scenarios: Crying

Pronouns: None Mentioned Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, hugs, kissing, crying, fluff, mentions of murder/violence

Abe:

You come in from the last job of the day, simple milking that you’re just glad to be done with. The hard work of the day has made you tired and all you want is to fall into bed. But everything stops when you see Abe. His cheeks and nose are always a nice red from sunburn but now it’s his whole face and it’s an ever darker red. Tears cover his cheeks and he tries to wipe them away before you see.

He sniffles. “Hi, hun’.”

His smile is an attempt to make it seem not as bad as it is. Whatever has him crying alone in your room must be bad because he’s never tried to hide tears before. You don’t question it, only shedding your dirty shoes before sitting on the bed with him and pulling him close. He lets himself cry again, his body shaking as he sobs against you and wet spots form on your shirt. You keep your arms firmly around him and let him get it out of his system.

---

He doesn’t waste time. The first thing he does is pull you close and hold you tight as he whispers little things.

“It’s alright, hun’.”

“I got ya.”

“Take ‘s long ‘s ya need, I’m here.”

You hold him even tighter then he does you. There’s not much thought other than being upset and the comfort of Abe’s arms and the warm feeling of his clothes left over from a day in the sun.

Bill Williamson:

The lantern in your tent is out, odd considering the darkness of the hour. When you duck inside you hear the faintest sound of sniffles and shuffling. As your eyes settle you can see the outline of Bill wiping his face.

“Bill?” You ask. “Something wrong?”

“‘m fine.” He grunts, but there’s a hitch in his voice that says otherwise.

You open your mouth to ask if he was crying, but think better of it. Instead you just come close and cup his face, the wetness of his beard being the only confirmation that you need. Bill is stiff for a moment, knowing he’s been found out, but he softens as you hold him and press a soft kiss to his damp cheek. He doesn’t start again, he’d never cry in front of someone, not yet at least, but he grips you so tight it’s clear that he needs the comfort.

---

He has a mix of rage and hurt as he holds you. This softness, brokenness, it hurts him to see it. He doesn’t want you to cry, he wants to be able to make you stop and feel better but all he can do is hold you. The anger that boils inside him is another thing entirely. He wants to hurt whoever, whatever it is that made you feel this way. Since he’s sat with you, that anger has died down and the softness has taken over. But once you’re ready to tell him what happened, his short fuse is sure to light.

Charles Smith:

You almost don’t notice that he’s crying when you find him out by the trees. He doesn’t make much noise, but his shoulders shake and his tears shine on his cheeks. You wrap your arms around him and he quickly hides his face in your shoulder. His arms hold you tightly, clearly needing to hold something just as much as to be held. You stay quiet, rubbing soothing circles into his back and trying to hold him as tightly as you can. He doesn’t speak, just keeps his face buried and his arms locked in place.

---

He doesn’t hesitate to come closer, only pausing to wordlessly offer a hug. When you accept, he wraps his arms tightly around you. He kisses your head and rubs your back as he keeps you in place. When you’re ready he’ll listen to however much you want to tell him. If someone caused this then he’ll ask if you want something done about it. Otherwise, he’ll hold you for as long as you need. As much as he doesn’t enjoy seeing you cry, he likes holding you.

Colm O’Driscoll:

You don’t question it. You don’t dare. All you do is wrap your arms around him and try to comfort the outlaw. He won’t answer if you ask and you know it. It’s simply astonishing that he’s letting you see him, letting you touch him while he’s like this. He’s been angry, of course he’s been angry, but crying… Colm O’Driscoll shedding genuine tears for any reason shakes you to your core. Whatever it is, it has to be horrendous. You try not to dwell on it, focusing on keeping your grip tight and holding him close.

---

His first real thought was about who he would have to kill. His second was that he should torture them first because your eyes look so red and you must’ve been crying for a long while.

“What is it, sugar?” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you. “Somebody I need ta hurt?”

You try to stop, not wanting to seem weak in front of a man like Colm.

He shushes you. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Let it all out, huh?”

Carefully, he leads you to sit down with him and he pulls you into his lap so he can press a kiss to your head. He simmers in his own anger as you let out what you need. In between him remembering to press a soft kiss where he can reach or soothingly rubbing your arm, he thinks about the terrible things he can do to whatever made you cry.

Kieran Duffy:

It’s not uncommon. Kieran cries to himself quite often, but this is the first time you’ve seen while being sweet on him. He has plenty to cry about, you don’t blame him. You just hold him close and let him stain your shirt with tears. He clings more than usual, his fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt and his body practically glued to yours. You’ll stay for as long as he needs, or until Branwen pushes you apart out of his own worry for Kieran.

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He makes sure you’re in private, far enough into the trees that the rest of the gang can’t see. Then he sits down with you and holds you close. He presses the occasional kiss to your head or cheek and wipes away tears.

“Ya can tell me about it… if ya want.” He mumbles once you’ve calmed down a bit.

You muzzle into his neck and take a deep breath. “Later…”

He doesn’t question it, he just smiles at the attention and keeps his arms smug around you.

Micah Bell:

Micah sits in your lap, hunched in on himself as his hand grips at the handle of his revolver in its holster, his thumb running over it in a repetitive ring motion. He has been holding the tears back for hours but now you can feel them against your shirt. You rub slow circles into his back and whisper small assurances. The sound of him sniffling, trying to stop the tears from falling, breaks your heart a little. Seeing Micah break down is such a change of pace from what you know of him but you’re not going to let him shrivel up the way he was staring to before you found him.

You press a soft kiss to his hair and hold yourself there, just trying to be closer to him and not quite having the heart to give up any proximity. His free hand grips at your shirt as you press another kiss to the same spot. Whatever grounding he’s trying to do isn’t working. You don’t know if this fit was brought on by some memory of his father or an aching failure in his mind or something else. His sensitivities can be so hard to predict given how closed off and guarded he is about any feeling other than strength. So you just hold him as close as you can until he’s ready for something else.

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He doesn’t know what to do other than hold you. Whatever has made you feel this way is likely to suffer before it dies, that’s all he knows. On occasion he thinks to press a kiss to your head or tell you some stumbled reassurance, but other than that he just keeps a tight grip around you and hopes the pressure is comforting. He knows you're not weak, you’re not pathetic like most people in the world. This sort of thing happens to everyone and he’s just happy it’s him that’s holding you, him that you trust.

Sean MacGuire:

“‘m fine.” Sean sniffles.

You ignore him, keeping your arms locked around his body. His face is buried in your chest but you know his eyes are red and his cheeks are stained with tears. He tried to joke at first and he still mumbles something dismissive every once and a while, but he keeps hugging you tight and hiding his face for the most part. You don’t know what happened, it doesn’t really matter. Sean’s not one to cry, he’ll joke for an eternity before a tear falls, so whatever happened had to have been bad. It’s clear he needs this. He needs to cry and to be held like a child. Everyone does at some point whether they want to admit it or not.

Sean nuzzles your chest. “Yer warm.”

His body is relaxed, much less tense than it was a few minutes ago. He’s halfway to falling asleep on your chest and you have no intention of stopping him. His breathing slows and you take the chance to wipe some of the tears from his face as he snoozes.

---

“It’s alright, love.” Sean mumbles. “I got ya.”

Sean has his arms snuggly around you, having abandoned jokes after they clearly didn’t help. He wants to cheer you up, he really just wants to see you smile, but he knows you just need to go through this. So he holds you as tightly as he can and whispers those nice words.

“I love ya so much, sweetheart.” He says as he kisses your head. “Ya always got me, I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

He draws little shapes in your back to give some comforting movement in between words and kisses. In this moment he’d do anything you ask at the drop of a hat but you haven’t said anything, so he’ll just keep this up until you do.

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red-dead-do-over246 · 3 years

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Hey, you seem like a fellow Sean enjoyer. Could I request a Sean x M!reader where they're patching up each other's wounds?

I've never written for a male reader before, but I'll try my best! I hope you enjoy! And yes, Sean is the most precious Irish boi who deserves all the love.

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They Call Us Dumb Cowboys

You and Sean decide to steal from a supposedly rich rancher. What could possibly go wrong? The answer, yes.

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When Sean came up to you and told you about some job he found, you were hesitant at first.

“That sounds too good to be true.” You told the Irish man as you were cleaning out your gun. He whined like a child and began to beg you to come with him. It didn’t take long for you to fondly smile and agree to tag along.

Here you were now, perched on your horses, and waiting for the sun to go down.

“Doesn’t look like many guys around.” Sean said while peering through your binoculars (he forgot his). You nodded in agreement.

In all honesty, you agreed to go on this mission because you wanted to impress him. Sean made you feel a way that you have never felt for any man before. Was it his youthful giddiness? His positivity? His adorable accent? His beautiful hair?

Who knows.

Either way, you could never tell him. He would definitely be a little weirded out and you didn’t want to harm this friendship. You were content for now.

A couple hours past and the sun went down. Now you and Sean were sneaking down the hill with guns at the ready (however, this is supposed to be a sneaky steal).

“So, what’s the big catch with this guy?” You asked the ginger ahead of you. He turned around with a glint in his eye and a smirk.

“Horses.” He replied, and you nodded. Stealing horses has been done before, so you weren’t that concerned. However, you still ran a hand through your h/c hair in nervousness.

You had a right to be nervous.

First off, apparently the rancher had no horses and the man who told Sean about this lied. There was only an old mule in the barn (which would be worth less than if they sold all the shit that Arthur has been carrying around).

Second, this rancher loved dogs and let them roam EVERYWHERE. Sean’s contact left that detail out as well.

And finally, the rancher himself awoke to all the barking and left a nice clean bullet wound in your left shoulder. (Sean seemed overly concerned for you and tried not to get all flushed over it).

“That could’ve gone smoother.” The Irish man said with a slight laugh as you both got out of the situation and ventured deeper into the woods.

“You can add that to my gravestone as well.” You wheezed as you plopped down onto the ground with a groan. Sean noticed your discomfort.

“You alright, Y/N?” There was concern in his voice, and it was the first time you saw a true serious look in his eyes.

“Never better. Just a bullet through my shoulder and some dog bites on my ass.” You replied with a smile, to show him that you were in fact okay.

He laughed like he typically does and said, “I got some arse bites as well. Jeezes! Those dogs weren’t playing!”

“No kidding.” You agreed while slightly rubbing your shoulder.

“Take your shirt off.” Sean said. You blushed and immediately shook your head.

“C’mon man! That wound needs to be treated!” He urged while sitting down beside you. You were hesitant. You only ever treated your own wounds. You didn’t like to appear vulnerable, especially in front of those who were important to you.

“A-alright...” You stuttered. “...but only if I can treat yours as well.”

He grinned and nodded.

You removed your shirt and allowed Sean to use some alcohol from his saddlebag to disinfect it. You hissed at the stinging sensation and he apologized.

“Sorry! Might sting a little...”

“Really?” You said with a playful grin which he returned. After a few moments, your shoulder was all patched up and he began to work on your dog wounds. You flinched every time his hand brushed over your thigh.

Finally, it was your turn to treat him. Sean was way better off than you with only a few nips on his calves. You began to repeat the process he did to you, ghosting over his skin, and barely touching him.

Sean had enough.

“Seriously Y/N, how do ya expect me to ask ya out when ya can’t even touch me!?”

You froze at his words and he began to chuckle.

“I’m not that daft, not like ol’ Arthur. I can see when someone is tailing after me.” He said with that charming smile of his.

You swallowed nervously: “So, you’re okay with this?”

You finished tending to his wounds and he turned to face you.

“Of course! Now c’mon, we gotta get back ta camp so I can take you somewhere we won’t get shot at!”

“Doubtful with you.” You retorted playfully. He laughed and shoved you in mock offense (careful of your wound).

You both then mounted your horses and headed back to camp feeling lighter than you’ve ever felt. So, the day ended well.

Even when Arthur scolded you both for your dumb behavior. Like a child, Sean slid you a playful grin when Arthur wasn’t looking. You returned it, and suddenly didn’t mind to go on another life-threatening mission.

Yeah, you guys were okay with being dumb cowboys, so long as it was together.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #sean macguire #sean x reader #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire x male reader

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goodmanmorgan · 3 years

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Could I be so bold as to ask for some sappy Sean headcanons? Gn/Male reader if I may, Sean deserves a break from being the funny man 24/7

Sure! I hope I did alright :) rockstar let me save sean you cowards

Warnings: none

Reader: Male

• Going on jobs together - Sean yelling “That’s me boy!” as you shoot open the lockbox on the back of a stage the two of you held up.

• Cuddling with Sean would be his head on your chest while he’s wrapped around you. You’re free to play with his hair in this position.

• Or your face tucked into his neck with you practically laying on him.

• Read somewhere that the reason Sean talks about his Da so much is because he doesn’t want to forget him - I wholeheartedly agree.

• You sometimes take him away from camp for a while just to listen to his stories, even if it’s just 20 minutes or so. No matter how long or short that time is, he appreciates it a lot.

• Small physical reassurances around camp every now and then- just a small hug, maybe a hand squeeze in passing, just something to let him know you’re there for him.

• He usually sits on the floor around the campfire, so if you’re sat on the log or a chair around there he’d lean his head on your thigh while talking to you and the other gang members.

• If you went to help rescue him from Blackwater, (Charles would thank you for taking Sean so he could have some peace and quiet after Trelawney) the ride home would be you filling him in about the ride up and down from Colter and him telling you about his time with the bounty hunters. If you pick up on him embellishing some details to impress you, you won’t press him on it.

#red dead redemption 2 x male reader #rdr2 x male!reader #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #sean macguire x male reader

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red-dead-daydreams · 3 years

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May I request Sean and John with a male S/O who's shorter to them? (Maybe like, 5'4"?) Thank you!!

Hope you enjoy, anon!

Sean/John and Male Reader Headcanons: Teasing about your height

Sean

The teasing with this man is endless and sometimes you’ll have to slap him to make him stop but you both do it in a playful manner

Sean is decently tall for being an Irish man so he’ll find it cute that you’re actually shorter than he is

He’ll use your head as an arm rest sometimes when your next to him

Yes, be prepared to be called his leprechaun

He’ll say cheesy jokes like “woah there! I almosted stepped on ya there!”

But he can hold you on his lap while he’s drinking and that’s a huge bonus for him

Especially when he’s drunk, he’ll have you in his arms constantly

He’ll give you piggy back rides when your sober because he constantly jokes about how your legs will tire out quicker since they’re shorter

If you feel insecure about it he’ll be there to laugh it off with you and tell you that he thinks you’re still his handsome man

John

(John and Sean are the same height (5’10)

John will not tease you much about it unless he’s drunk

“Hey! Hey! Can you hear me down there?!”

When he’s sober he’ll do little things like grabbing onto your shoulders to keep you close

Or picking you up by surprise during the day

But he will come up with a playful nickname for you

He’ll just stick with ‘munchkin’ after awhile because he thinks that nickname is cute

He insists that he helps you on your horse each time you want to go for a ride

He’ll always absentmindedly keep you behind him when you’re out in town because he wants to protect you

John acts like he’s never seen a short male before so he’s protective over you, especially since you’re his significant other

#john marston #sean mcguire #sean mcguire rdr2 #sean macguire x male reader #sean macguire x reader #john marston x you #john marston x male reader #red dead redemption imagine #red dead redemption headcanons #rdr2 imagine #rdr2 headcanons #x male reader

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scarfacemarston · 5 years

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Hey! Could you please write something for Sean, Arthur and John for me! What would happen if you played with their nipples?!

Arthur: Arthur is actually quite surprised when your deft fingers start to explore the mauve buds because no one has ever really paid attention to his nipples before. Arthur’s not exactly proud of it - but most of his sexual experiences occurred because he was tipsy or drunk. Quite often, it was some light foreplay and then penetration because that was all he could manage at the time. His sexual experiences while sober usually had Arthur focusing on his partner’s pleasure, not his own. Some partners didn’t really care about his pleasure as much or just ignored his nipples and went straight for his dick.The first time you touch his nipples, it’s through his shirt. He gasps softly, thinking it’s just a mistake, but he sees the wicked grin on your face and he knows he’s in for it. It doesn’t take long for him to be pressing into you, silently pleading for more contact. When you wrap your lips around the bud, his breath stutters as he lets out an “Oh G-g-g-od!” Needless to say, nipple play is definitely a permanent addition to your sex lives.John: John is slightly more experienced than Arthur. He was a very, very, horny teenager. He found out that he liked his nipples touched when he started masturbating. He gasped in shock as he twisted the nub. John always has loved it rougher. Sometimes, he can come from nipple stimulation alone, making a mess of his trousers. With John, he’ll stimulate himself if his partner won’t, but he is absolutely ecstatic when you’re not only willing but happy to indulge him. He loves it when you bite on to his nipple. He loves it when you give him love bites and kisses from his earlobe, down his neck, his pecs and finally his nipples. John’s voice always sounds strained, but loud. He definitely curses a lot. Sean: Sean is the type to tell you what he wants and when he wants it. Sometimes, he can come across as rather demanding, but other times, he’ll beg to the point where he’s almost whining. Sean thought nipple stimulation was only for women at first, but you showed him it could be fun for him as well. Sean isn’t as into it as John is, but he enjoys it. Like John, Sean is loud as fuck. The whole camp knows exactly what you’re doing and when. If Sean could pick, he would rather you give him a handjob or a blowjob.

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josiah-trelawny · 5 years

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How about Sean getting fingered for the first time? I would prefer to stay on Anon, but with the problem you said you've been having. I'll stay off of it. Dispite my embarrassment. Ps. I love your writing. Kinda wish I could chat with ya tbh. But I'm a nervous wreck.

Sean Macguire Getting Fingered for the First Time

(gc: highhonoroutlaw) you can chat with me any time dude also theres this video of sean moaning and i cant stop thinking about it

for the amount sean talks about sex, you’re surprised he’s never actually had it. yeah, he’s gotten/given blowjobs and handjobs, but he’s never really had sex

but right now he’s on his knees and elbows in front of you and shaking like a leaf. you’ve gotten one hand on his ass, your fingers on the other hand slick with animal fat/lube

after sean hisses at you to get it over with, you slide a finger into him. sean jolts, but doesn’t say anything (for once)

you’re slowly pumping it and sean’s already letting out one of his over-the-top-loud moans. don’t get me wrong, it’s incredibly attractive to see him get so worked up by just one of your fingers

sean didn’t know what to expect, but it surely wasn’t this. he didn’t expect to feel a burning heat in his stomach, to fall apart when you start thrusting your two fingers faster, to feel so goddamn desperate

“y/n..! please, just l[o]ike that— ah— please!” sean’s practically whimpering as he says this, his voice breaking at every moment

so you keep thrusting your fingers against his prostate and watch him unravel

you thought he was a mess? that’s nothing compared to how he is now

sean’s jerking himself off faster than ever, his cheeks flushed red, his hips raised in the air—

cum shoots across his hand and paints the sheets a dull white. his orgasm isn’t smooth; it rips through his body, making him visibly shudder

“jaysus, y/n, you shoulda told me you’re that good wit’ your hands...”

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