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Fixed!

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Just realized the Masterlist won't work because of the URL change...💀

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I was wondering if you could write something for Sadie and a fem! reader, if you’re still taking rdr2 requests that is! (I don’t know how old this blog is I just got here) but the reader is basically sadie’s opposite! Soft, quiet, yknow the whole deal. Reader wants to learn how to shoot so she can help the gang but her hands are too shakey to hold the gun properly, and Sadie has to hold reader’s hands up,, HOO boy imagine being held from behind by Mrs. Adler I would fuckinf sob ok I love her-

​​​​​​​She had no problem pressing her chest against your back as she muttered instructions in your ear. Her hands clasped around yours to keep your aim steady and precise. "It's a bottle, dear." She reassures as you shake in her hold. "Ain't nothin' that can feel pain. It's just glass, don't worry. All you gotta do is hit it."

Sadie rests her chin on your shoulder and slips one of her hands flat on your stomach. "Take in a deep breath and when you let it out," she applies pressure to your trigger finger until a shot rings out and glass shards fly like diamonds, "Shoot."

She knows the air leaving your lungs is more relief than excitement, so she presses a long kiss to the side of your face. "I know it's scary, darlin'. But I don't ever want you to feel defenseless. Like you can't do nothin' if you're in danger."

"I know." You find your voice and turn towards her with a miniscule smile. "I know, Sadie. I thank you."

"No. Thank you for lettin' me teach you."

When she properly laid eyes on you for the first time you were sewing up some clothes, looking so content like you weren't surrounded by self-proclaimed killers and outlaws, she had wondered what a flower was doing amongst weeds. You didn't look like you could hurt a fly–hell, she even saw you apologize to Bill when he spilt soup on you–so her desire to teaching you wasn't only for self-defense, but to ease her worries. After Jake, she wasn't sure she could handle another love dying without snapping and becoming Hell on Earth.

(Gang be damned, she'd take everyone down with her.)

"Of course." You say. You bring her revolver towards your chest to admire the detailings and shine. "I know I ain't for this hard life but... You're right. I don't ever want to feel helpless neither."

Taking in a deep breath, you hand Sadie back her gun and watch how easily she slips it back into her holster. It's become second nature with how much she practices shooting, even if she gets scolded by Micah that she's "wastin' bullets".

"Good." She replies.

She offers a smile reserved for those close to her while planting a palm on your lower back. "Why don't we get back and you can tell the girls how your first lesson gone." She chuckles as she starts leading you back to camp. "Can even tell them you did it yourself."

"No way," you immediately deny. "I'll give credit where credit is do so, Mrs. Adler, the credit is yours." You pat her shoulder as you walk with a grin. "No better teacher than you, I say." You pause. "Don't tell any of the men I said that."

"Aw, and here I was hopin' to make 'em jealous of a pretty woman thinkin' so highly of me." She says with a shake of her head.

"Sadie!" You scold through laughter. "We don't need the men with bruised skin and egos!"

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Harlow. He, him, his.

Masterlist. LGBT+ friendly.

3 asks, 0 match-up's. (Check description before requesting)

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♡ about ♡

Hi! I didn’t want my description to be super long, so I figured I’d make an about post

♡ Basic info about me is in my description already

♡ This is a rdr2 blog! I used to post rdr2 stuff to my main, but I decided that I want to interact with the fandom more so i made a sideblog 

♡ I love the rdr2 ladies so please feel free to tag me in art of them! I also adore wlw ships for this fandom so if you find any cute fanart or fics please send them my way 

♡ If you have rdr2 ships, headcanons, or ocs you want to talk about my inbox is always open!! Please don’t send me overly nsfw stuff though

♡ All nsfw content will be tagged as #nsfw (I dont rb nsfw art/headcanons/etc. but I do rb nsfw jokes sometimes)

♡ Feel free to send an ask (on or off anon, idc) if you want my main’s url! 

♡ I’m fine with adults following me but please keep in mind that I am a minor!

♡ I take headcanon requests!

♡ My icon was made by @kujis!!

♡ request rules ♡

♡ I won’t do headcanons for Micah or Bill

♡ I won’t do nsfw headcanons

♡ If you send your request while requests are closed it will be deleted

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*clicks this so fast*

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happy birthday red dead redemption 2

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need that tweet line that is like the dude asking for a gf to record for the summer and a girl replies “sex tapes? hmu.” and he is just like “nah skate park, I don’t be having sex”

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I literally can’t stop thinking about Papa Swanson and Papa Matthews

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dunno what this means but past me was onto something

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Can we get my boys Kieran and Sean with aftercare?

Aftercare with Kieran Duffy is gentle and soft. Every movement is followed by a quiet, "Is this OK?", "How are you feelin'?", "I'm sorry if I hurt you." Just reassure him that you're fine to make him less dotting.

He makes sure you're at most comfort before he even thinks about himself. You're the love of his life and he'll be damned if he doesn't put you first.

He'll be more than willing to lie in bed with you, running his fingers through your hair or along the edges of your skin until you're relaxed enough to sleep.

He'll be sleepy while he takes care of you, too. His body moves a little more sluggish and slow but despite his tired eyes telling him to just cuddle up to you and knock out, to worry about everything tomorrow, he'll still do anything you need and ask of him.

He won't admit it out loud but after a night of love, and after he's made sure you're ready for bed, he loves to replay the events from moments before in his mind. It's not in a way to arouse himself but more as a reassurance that...this is real. You're here, and you love him.

The first few times he did this he almost cried after you went to bed.

He also liked to give you small kisses and pecks here and there afterwards. He just thinks they're sweet!

"Kieran..." You yawned out as you snuggled deeper into your shared bed. "'M tired... l'ss go t' sleep..." You mumbled out, your voice barely heard due to the blanket you clutched onto muffling your voice.

He let out a shy chuckle as he watched you. His smile, reaching his eyes, could show just about anyone how happy you made him within these moments. "In a bit, sweetheart," he replied, his mind focused on making sure the tent was warm and comfortable before he joined you in bed. "You go on to sleep without me. I'll join ya in a minute, promise."

Even though he only got a mumble in response, Kieran couldn't wait for more nights like this in the future.

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Sean MacGuire is not a man meant for heart-warming, eye-fluttery aftercare. Well, unless it's done for him.

If he's taking care of you, he'll whine here and there about how tired he is and how you two could clean up in the morning, and yadda, yadda... It's all in good fun, the glint in his eyes showing that, but anyone could tell he was just a bit worn out for the night.

Still, despite putting in effort to make sure you're comfortable and ready for sleep, the moment he knows he can lie down he's out like a light. Not even gonna give a good-night kiss or anything (if you fake being offended by this in the morning, he'll laugh and give you a big ol' kiss on the lips).

He doesn't mean to knock out, but something about sex just makes him tired and cuddly. He's immediately ready for nap-time. Maybe it's the liquor finally havin' an effect on him...

If you're taking care of him, he'll be all giggly about how much more "dominant" you are than him and say how you're, "Such a gentleman!" It's not clear if he's trying to get a rise out of you or not. Any reply you give he'll grin at.

If he's feeling particularly fluffy that night, he'll hold you close and tell you just how much you mean to him. He'll say things he'll get embarrassed about later but within those moments it doesn't matter because he's here holding you, and you're telling him you love him, and he feels like the luckiest man on earth. Of course, if you tease him about it in the morning he'll get all huffy and fake-irritated. He loves it, though.

Brushing the stray hair out of your face, Sean took in your vulnerable features with a small grin. "Now how'd I ev'r get so lucky as t' have you?" He mutters to himself, fully aware that he was staring.

You rolled your eyes as you hid your face into his bare chest, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you heated face. "I ask myself that everyday, McGuire."

"Oi!" Sean laughed before he wrapped his arms around your midsection, gently pulling you closer as he planted a kiss on your sleepy face. Whispering, he said, "G'night, my love."

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werewplf arthur morgab...

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i made more icons bc i have no self control and i need my mobile theme to be cohesive.

like/rb if you save!

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can i get a first kiss HC for the silver fox himself Hosea please

Hosea Matthews is not new to kissing people. He's had a wife, Bessie, that he'd kiss every morning and every night, along with a few past lovers he shared tender moments with. Hell, he's even kissed Dutch when a mission called for it (the two would laugh at the memory of their ex-wives joking around with them about it).

However...he is new to kissing you.

He's learned over the years that someones love-language often seeps into the way they kiss. French kissing, small pecks, over-the-top smooches... He's felt them all, and experienced the love behind them. He just learned that he likes yours the best.

There's a certain spark in him that ignites when your lips mold to his own for the first time. His heart would beat anew at how you tilted your head, a smile forming, as you poke the tip of your tongue out to suprise him. You didn't mean it in a sexual way, you admitted when he brought it up, you just thought it added more passion to it. He told you he didn't mind.

After the inital butterflies that came with kissing someone you love, he had asked if he would have another. And another. And another... He couldn't get enough of you.

Neither of you minded how overly-romantic the display was because you were both sharing something intimate for the first time. A sweet kiss together, wrapped in a ribbon of cherry-colored love that'll lead to more new and exciting things for one another.

"I'll admit I... ain't ever kissed someone before." You mumbled into Hosea's chest as he held you, arms wrapped around your waist loosely.

"Is that so?" He replied, humour in his tone. "I find that hard to believe." He paused for a second, chuckling after he heard you admit that you never got that far due to the sheer amount of intimacy it held, before manuvering your face to fit in one of his palms. "Then... may I be your first?" He asked with that gentle smile on his face.

Despite your embarrassment, you nodded your head with little hesitation and felt your stomach do flips when he brought your lips closer together...

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John’s reaction to his S/O being super tender hearted and crying at the drop of a hat?

John Marston is a man of many, many blunt words. Blunt, harsh words that he doesn't think are harsh until he sees the way you recoil and cringe, you bottom lip jutting out slightly as a warning of oncoming tears.

His first instinct is to be a bit confused because...that's just how he is? He's always been mild mannered and open about his thoughts, especially if he's flustered.

He doesn't apologize right away. It's not that he doesn't want to, he's just oblivious to how badly you react to certain things.

After he learns that you have a "heart made of glass", he grows weary and tries to think of his words before he says them. Of course he slips up more often than not (sometimes it does feel like he's not trying at all) but you can't blame him. Changing your ways is harder when you've lived it your whole life.

Despite this, he feels like he shouldn't full-on baby you because this is a gang full of outlaws and to stick with this life you're gonna have to get thicker skin sooner or later. He can't keep you from experiencing the down-sides, nor can he keep you huddled up in a corner to prevent your heart from breaking. It sucks, but he's right and a part of you knows it.

That doesn't mean he won't (try to) comfort you when you need it. He doesn't understand why you're so soft-hearted but he's willing to hold you in his arms with his chin resting on your crown while you tell him how mean Pearson, Bill, or Micah have been lately. He'll do it for as long as you need, even after you've tired yourself out.

The moment John saw your lip quiver and eyes dart away was when he knew he said something wrong. It was hard, having to tip-toe around words as to not burst your gentle heart into tiny pieces, but he was trying his best. "Darlin'..." He said in response to your reaction. "I..." He wanted to apologize but the two words felt weird on his tongue--like a drink that was a few days too old. Instead, he opted to bring you into a hug, his arms around your shoulders while you held onto his waist. "Let's go for a horse ride." He offered.

John heard you take a deep breath as you wiped away the tears at you waterline before facing him with a soft smile. "Okay," you replied as you held onto his jacket for comfort, a small gesture that told him you'd follow him wherever he went.

It was going to be difficult, walking on egg-shells around you, but he was willing to make the effort... as long as you tried too.