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A horny sean and a horny reader goin at it, he can’t keep his hands off them. Go nuts my dude fulfill ur hearts desire do whatever you want w it

⋮  ━━ ˗ˏˋ Sean x fem!Reader, 「 ♚ 」  » 627 words

You’ve been awakefor quite some time, the darkness surrounding you a sign that it’sstill early morning and that the sun didn’t rise yet. You decidedto stay like this with your eyes closed, flat on your stomach andsnuggled in blankets, Sean’s warmth right behind you. 

You hear softbreathing, shuffling after a couple minutes; a sneaky hand ghostingover your lower back implies the man is awake and not wasting time.All you do is shift a little, legs spread slightly in the processwhen Sean moves up even closer to slide his hand between your thighs.

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Red dead Dutch Van Der Linde (no redemption for this asshole)

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Depression followed by extreme fear

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That headcannon ask meme for sean and lenny??

Sure! This one will be interesting

Lenny-

Headcanon A, realistic: We all know Lenny is an avid reader because of his father’s influence. I believe he also likes to write quite a bit himself, especially poetry. If he wasn’t always on the run, he would want to publish his works and even write lectures as well. There’s nothing he couldn’t do.

Headcanon B, not realistic but hilarious: What Really Happened In Valentine- Lenny is a fucking lightweight and got completely plastered after two drinks, Arthur kept going so that he wouldn’t feel out of place and then suddenly the entire saloon has been turned upside down and they don’t really ever remember why.

Headcanon C, heart break time: He was more devastated than he let on about losing his father’s watch in Blackwater. Part of him felt like he failed, and that he lost his family’s legacy. Lenny was thankful for the replacement one that Arthur found for him but it would never be the same. Deep down, he wishes that he didn’t have to be an outlaw- Lenny wants to make something of himself and do something meaningful. He’s worried that his parents would be disappointed by the fact that he lived as an outlaw, even though he was free (I personally don’t think they would be disappointed). That, combined with Jenny’s death, made life pretty hard. Lenny isn’t one to let people know what’s really going on inside. He has anxiety and always worries that he won’t be good enough for anything, even though he has more talent than about half the gang combined.

Headcanon D, not realistic but canon is mine now: there is a theory/somewhat common hc that Eliza was black and that Lenny kinda reminds Arthur of his own son Issac in some ways (at least, the person he could have grown into) and I’m just gonna take that and run with it. Arthur doesn’t really mentor him as much as Hosea does, but they genuinely enjoy spending time together. Arthur helps ease Lenny’s doubts and helps him feel more focused.

Sean-

Headcanon A, realistic: extremely opinionated and WILL get into heated debates, is that friend who wants to know your opinion. He was kicked out of his home country for a reason. Will actually punch you for being a bootlicker.

Headcanon B, not realistic but hilarious: he can secretly read and has been trolling lenny and the entire camp this whole time

Headcanon C, angst angst city: It really hurts his feelings when other gang members make fun of him for talking about his da. Sean loved his father and losing him was extremely traumatic. He may laugh it off or just walk away but it really gets under his skin. Sometimes he wished that he was taken more seriously and that he wasn’t looked at as a joke, despite his general disposition. He misses his family and his homeland a great deal.

Headcanon D, canon has been taken outside and shot: Sean and Karen SHOULD have been happy together. In a better world they ARE happier together and are able to have a regular life with just enough adventure to keep things exciting still.

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Could you do something with Sean being adorable with Ennis?

⋮  ━━ ˗ˏˋ Sean MacGuire, 「 ♚ 」  » 630 words

„You should– should probably get Ennis down to the lake sometime,” Kieran says, voice weak and Sean almost didn’t catch on, „They… they really like water, you know?”

Sean slightly Bob’s his head along the other man’s words, eyes shift over to his horse in the distance grazing peacefully. He supposes Kieran was right - not that he knew any better - and not only Ennis was in need of a bath. 

„Sure! Think me clothes are in need of a good washing too.” Sean doesn’t say thank you or expresses gratefulness in any other way, figures that Kieran would brush it off like Arthur does all the damn time. Kieran on the other hand snorts at Sean’s sentence, bites back a comment.

They’re all smelly here.

„C'mon, lad!” Hands raised as a greeting and arms outstretched Sean paces over, the horse looks at him as if he knows what was coming up. “We’re gonna get nice ‘n clean.” That’s why Kieran proposed it, right? Why’s it important that horses like water? Sean knows they swim and all, but it ain’t more than that.

He leads Ennis down to the lake where the water wasn’t as deep, one hand on the reins and the other tucked in his pocket. Does he really plan to go into that lake too? Weather is hot, yeah, kinda muggy, but at the middle of the day when everybody’s watching Sean guesses it ain’t a great idea getting naked.

„What'chu up to, Sean?” Arthur calls over to him, the man sitting on a log with a plate of stew in his hand.

„Going for a swim now sure!” Ain’t that obvious? Arthur isn’t the only one watching: John sits just a bit ahead of him, same position but muscles tensed. Nervous close to the water?

Now Sean isn’t going easy on him, had taken his boots of at the shore before stepping into the cold water first. „He show ye all how great a swimmer he is,” Sean slightly tucks at the reins, urges Ennis a bit further to him, „His mane’s gone tangled on him–” Sean will have to brush it all out later as well! Feels as if he neglected Ennis them past couple days.

Once Ennis sets hooves into deeper water and Sean ends up with his jeans soaking wet up to his knees, the horse starts splashing. And joyfully so. With such strong force that Sean can’t hold onto the reins anymore, decides in a split second it was probably better to just let him go wild, give him that fun, it ain’t gonna–

„SHIT!!” Sean falls over, the horse’s splashing caused such a big wave it swooped him right off his feet. When the man comes back up, wet to the bone and without his hat on there’s laughter carrying over from the edges of camp, Arthur and Kieran, Lenny too, same as Hosea. Sean stares for a second. Wipes the wetness from his face with hands that are just as drenched, and a heartbeat later he bursts out in laughter too.

„Now ye done it, Ennis! Now ye did!” Its cold and wet and uncomfortable, strands of hair sticking to his face and some caught in Sean’s eyes but at least Ennis calmed down now. Trots up to him for a soft nudge, an apology, snout dips right against Sean’s face. 

„Ain’t you superb at it?” The laughter is quieter, softer eventually. He receives some strong paps on the neck, strokes along his shoulder and some good scratches too.

„What about it, John? Wanna dip in for a splooshing?” Sean calls over, watches the color drain from John’s face. Ennis neighs, them legs splashing water again.

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I like to pretend there’s a silly/dumb/embarrassing story behind how Sean lost his front tooth...would you like to write how it happened?

⋮  ━━ ˗ˏˋ Sean MacGuire, 「 ♚ 」  » 363 words

„Pour your brother one more round, pick each other off the ground!”

Laughter and singing mingles, coursing through the chilly night’s air. Some of the gang’s members gathered around the fireplace,Sadie plays the cheery tune on her harmonica, Hosea and John on her sides, Arthur on the ground with Lenny while Sean saved himself the spot on a real comfy crate. He holds a bottle of beer in his hand,sings along the song he picked up earlier. His heart and head never felt lighter. Blame the alcohol.

„Let another chorus sound! Pour your brother another round!”

Arthur ends up simply mumbling along, falls into the habit of humming as the song progresses.

„Lassies say they never drink! They’re scrubbing pots and pans you think-” The girls end up shouting this part with all their might  Karen especially. Susan perhaps the most drunk Sean ever witnessed her. „Well, they keep the mead below the sink!”

Much to his dismay Sean realizes he emptied the next bottle already. With unsteady legs, sight blurred and chest tight Sean makes his way over to Pearson’s wagon where the alcohol was stored, grabs the next bottle after dumping the empty one. He still sings along,quieter for now.

„Pour yer sister one more glass… catch the ale on the second pass… Catch the lord with that wondrous…”

Ass. Hehe…

In his head Sean hears Arthur’s voice scolding him for opening them beer bottles with his teeth. Sure, the Englishman could be right that it ain’t doing him any good - but how else is Sean supposed to open them?

„Cheers unto my faithful friend!” The cap he attempts to get off, sticks it between his front teeth up and down-

-something comes clean off, but it ain’t the bottle cap. Sean sees and tastes blood, coppery warm liquid running down his lips and chin, staining his clothes.

The camp sings, no one sees a thing. Sean doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry, sets the bottle down and feels the gap in his mouth with his finger, then his tongue.

This shit hurts.

…no one’s gonna believe him this story.

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this was kinda wholesome omg 

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Tennessee Whiskey; Part II of IV

Pairing: Micah Bell x You Warning(s): Cursing

**Hiya, babes! Please enjoy this piece of…work. I’ve thought about this while starting a new game of RDR2 a few days ago and well, this will be a couple of chapters long instead of a two-shot 😊 Hope y’all fellow Micah-suckers will enjoy this!**

Nighttime had finally fallen over the land and the barn had turned darker than before. Now it seemed even more unpleasant to you. The only thing visible to you was the glimmering end of your companions cigarette dangling from between his lips. However, whenever he took a drag the gleaming got a little brighter; just a bolder shade of burning red. The smoke calmed you; it’s smell spend you a weird kind of comfort and familiarity.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll sure last longer.”

Only when Micah’s voice cut through the silence all of a sudden, you realized that you were indeed staring at him; unwittingly, of course. You quickly averted your eyes to the darkest corner of the barn.

“I was not staring and I sure as hell did not look at you” You nearly spat out your last word. “I can’t even see anything in this stupid place anymore, Micah. It got dark an hour ago if you haven’t noticed yet.” For some reason, you went on to ramble.

Did you really want to change the subject that bad? Micah’s lips pulled into a smirk.

“We’ve been stuck here for ages it seems to me! You said we’d be home in two hours and that was at least three hours ago!”, you hissed in his direction, careful to not raise your voice too much. The lawmen were still patrolling the area close to the barn after all.

“Why look away then?”

It was such a simple question and yet it took the wind out of your sails in an instant. Suddenly it got really quiet again.

“Huh?” You wanted to smack yourself for giving him, of all people Micah Bell, such a target.

“You looked away when I mentioned you was staring”

You hated how serious he sounded. How did he notice anyway? It was fucking dark! You kept your mouth shut.

“No answer then, huh?” Micah snickered. “I mean –“ He adjusted his position on the floor and stretched his legs out in your direction. “I can’t blame ya, doll. If I was you, I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes off a handsome fella like me either.”

You snorted. “Keep telling yourself that, Mr. Bell.”, you answered and you were aware that this was not the strongest of comebacks you could have chosen. You cleared your throat and noticed how dry your mouth was.

Just then, you could hear the sound of liquid sloshing against glass as Micah pulled the bottle of liquor from his coat again. A moment passed while you proceeded staring into the darkness before you heard his snarky voice again.

“Want some? You must be thirsty.”

Why did he have to say it like that? You rolled your eyes. “Thanks, I’ll pass this time.”

“Aw, c’mon peanut, don’t be like that”, Micah feigned concern. “I’ll behave now.”

You did not know for sure, but you could bet your last dollar that he was smirking at you. That bastard.

“Will you leave me alone then? If I drink with you now and pretend that I enjoy your company for once.”

He fumbled for his pack of cigarettes while he held the bottle out for you to grab. “Sure”

You took it from his grip. “No, I mean will you leave me alone then? Not only here, but at camp too.”

Micah stirred as he tried to light his cigarette. He stopped completely in his movement to look at your silhouette. “Whaddaya mean?”, he mumbled, careful not to let the cigarette slip from his lips.

“Maybe that’s just the way you are and you don’t even realize that you’re doing it, but you’re usually really mean and disrespectful”, you finally answered as the liquor burned your throat again. “and, honestly? I don’t even know what I did to you to receive that kind of treatment.” You took another swing and this time you enjoyed the warm feeling as it travelled down your esophagus.

Micah was – dumbfounded to say the least. He didn’t expect things to turn in that kind of direction so fast. Hell, he didn’t even know what to say in return and that was a first with you.

“Must be imagining things, kiddo. I don’t treat ya any different from the rest of the gang.” He hated how his hand shook a little as he lit his cigarette; at least he succeeded with sounding nonchalant.

By that, your heart dropped a little and you didn’t understand why. You took another swing; not caring that your mouth got looser by the second.

“I don’t believe you”

Micah snorted again. “Alright, kid” He blew out smoke through his nostrils. “Now gimme back that bottle.”

It sounded more like a threat than a plea, but you didn’t want to oblige just yet. One might have called it drunken recklessness.

“What if I say that I think you treat people that bad and push them away that fast so that they can’t do that to you first? You’re mean and you act like an asshole so people don’t want to be friends with you, so then you’re not disappointed when you act like the real Micah and people still don’t want nothing to do with you, y’know?” You were starting to slur your words the more you started to ramble again.

“That’s a cute thought, even though I didn’t catch most of it”, Micah said and flicked the butt away before he reached over to grab the bottle from you with force. “Now gimme the bottle, kid. You clearly had enough.” In the dark of the night, he could only guess where your limbs were, but he sure as hell could feel your hauntingly beautiful curves right away.

You struggled a little. “Doll, kid, sugar, kiddo – Y/N, Micah! My name is Y/N!”

Micah was now kneeling in front of you, half draped over your upper body as you stretched your hand holding the bottle away from him.

“Y/N – fine. Now gimme it!”

You squealed as he fumbled at your sides to make you surrender and you hated how much you didn’t mind him being that close to you suddenly. Micah panted when he was finally able to seize the alcohol from your drunk self.

He did not bother to settle back down in his corner after that, instead he took a seat next to you and took a big swing.

“Y/N”

Before the gruff gunslinger could stop himself, your name had slipped from his lips like a soft-spoken poem. Micah did not understand what was going through his mind when he said it; probably you for some reason. What the actual fuck was going on?

“Yes?”

Micah snuffled. “What?”

“You said my name”

“Nu-uh”, he answered in between gulps of liquor. Micah knew that he would do anything to play it off.

You frowned. Maybe you were really starting to hear things. You were definitely starting to feel strange things, that for sure. As soon as you finally noticed how close he was to you, your body reacted. If a simple gesture like touching knees could get that kind of reaction out of you, what else could a man like Micah Bell make you feel?

You took off your jacket when your skin started to heat up. It was as if your body decided to operate on its own while your mind went blank.

Micah felt that something had changed. The atmosphere in the room, the thing he had with you, everything – and he didn’t even want to admit it was a thing.

However, now he couldn’t deny that he had a – that he…Well, he wanted to be close – you…

He suppressed the urge to growl in frustration. His dick lusted after you, absolutely and with no doubt – but his mind and heart, they wanted something, too; and he just realized that being close to you slowly drove him crazy. Not even his cigarettes and booze could make this bearable. Micah wanted you, one way or another; he wasn’t sure what it was yet.

Deep in his thoughts, Micah didn’t even notice how you had taken off your jacket and blouse; only when a delicate hand found its way to his thigh, he stirred.

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So I Just found this version of my favorite song and in doing so, I found out that the artist had passed away in late 2013....what a absolute fucking loss man....rip Jason Molina

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Not to be too #nsft but I want to....hold Kieran's hand and hug him...be his friend...fucckk

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Rockstar really looked at a bag of popcorn and said ‘aight guys, I think I know what to name that reverend character we got’

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Best Dutch and Arthur impersonators! 

original video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEdjnCDoaxk&t=455s

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I caught Bill playing with Cain and oh my god

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Rdr2 Conspiracy Theory

Okay y’all I been thinking on this for a while now. So as we all know Arthur did have a son named Issac who was the result of a one night stand with a waitress named Eliza. Yet, we do also know that Arthur did visit them for a few days after a couple of months. Tragically we do also know that on one of Arthur’s visits we know that he found two crosses outside and immediately he knew what had happened. We do also know that the perpetrator who robbed them only turned up with ten dollars once the whole ordeal was said and done (which is suspicious). Now the mystery is WHO TF ROBs AND KILLS TWO PEOPLE FOR TEN DOLLARS???

Well I think I figured it out… and it is none other than:

YUP Mary Linton. Everyone’s least favorite thot.

Now stay with me. We all know at this time this bitch Mary had ran off with another man ,even though they made plans to get married, which broke his heart tremendously. So I think right before Mary got married she had second thoughts and went back to Arthur to try to work things out. But to her surprise she found that Arthur had moved on and started a whole ass family with another girl. So out of anger and spite this bitch decides to pull a whole fatal attraction on Arthur’s new bitch which brings me to my ultimate point.

Mary Linton backwards is notniL yraM which makes no sense just like how someone kills two people for ten dollars. Unless you’re a manipulative, disloyal thot like Mary Linton.

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They are even bigger fools than you. No doubt.

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Hosea isn’t here for anyone’s shit. He fuckin tossed that pencil, pulled out his heat, and stood up quicker than anyone could blink.  Fucking skinny legend.

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SKSKS THIS IS TOO FUNNY

credit to peachadler on twitter!