#sean x reader

[red-dead-do-over246]

I'm in love with your witings , You are really talented ♡♡ ! , and I was wondering if you could write something like How will the gang members [arthur,dutch,micah,and anyone you like] react to f!reader who wears glasses because she had a very bad eyesight? (she's very insecure about it) and its fine if you dont want to

Thank you anon!💖💖 I think I will also add Sean to this list XD

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The Gang Members (Arthur, Dutch, Micah, and Sean) React to Fem!Reader Who Wears Glasses Because of Poor Eyesight

Arthur Morgan

-We all know it's hard for Arthur to express himself a lot of the time, especially when it's around a lady as pretty as yourself. When he first notices your glasses, he pretends he doesn't notice as to not make you feel weird or anything.

-But he's a piss poor actor (Hosea's working on it), so you just make a comment yourself to reel him back in.

-You explain how poor your eyesight is without them, and that you need them to see practically anything. You were insecure about it, so Arthur's hesitation was well intended. But you could also sense that Arthur was going to be awkward until you told him.

-Sometimes he overreacts and thinks you are deathly blind, which leaves you embarrassed and having to remind him that you are just fine with your glasses.

-He's a respectful man to those he likes, so you knew you had nothing to worry about when it came to him teasing you or something. Arthur still noticed your discomfort and apologized if it was his fault.

-This led you guys to having long thoughtful discussions about insecurities and what not. The two of you trusted each other, so there was no worries. Just closure.

-And if anyone dared make a comment on your glasses, Arthur would send one of his sharp insults their way to shut them up.

Dutch van der Linde

-Dutch is a master with words and charm, and he takes interest to nearly every female body in camp, you included. To be honest, Dutch didn't even notice your glasses at first. All he paid attention to was the books you were reading.

-It takes a comment from Hosea to you about your glasses (cause you trusted the olde man), to make Dutch realize that you don't only wear them when you read.

-Dutch being Dutch confronted you smoothly on the matter. He was a curious man after all and none of his other gang members seemed to wear glasses. You were shy about answering. Not only were you insecure about the whole thing, but this was also Dutch here.

-You eventually were conned into telling him, Dutch using all his pretty words into making you cave. You were ashamed that he wouldn't want you here because you couldn't basically do anything without your glasses.

-But Dutch seemed to find you more endearing, like a fragile flower.

-He doesn't bring your glasses up again, acting like they aren't even there for the sake of your self-esteem. However, you can catch him staring at some points, like you were a deer who would bolt if he dare made a move.

-But not words were ever brought up by anyone ever. He made sure of that, and he made sure to give you some books now and again to keep a smile on your face.

Micah Bell

-We all know that Micah would be an absolute asshole at first. He may be a bit "softer" on the women, but he picks out anything he sees as a weakness and attacks. Some others know about your glasses, but when they notice that he notices, they get worried.

-He practically snatches them from your face, causing you to shriek as he examines them with a squint in his eyes.

-Your sudden fear is what shocks him the most, not understanding why losing (what he considers) such a stupid trinket would cause you to panic. When you tell him that you can't see, he gives them back to you as you scramble to put them on. Of course, he makes a sly comment.

-Did he give them back to you out of pity? Fear of getting Dutch on his ass? Something else? Micah himself didn't really know. All he did know is that your eyesight was very poor, which is why you never went out on any missions.

-It takes a couple days, but he eventually works up the stomach to apologize to you. It's forced and not very convincing, but it was enough to get you to admit why you freaked out, confirming what he thought.

-It was a weird conversation to have with him because Micah never seemed like a caring type. But then, after a moment, he asked if they really worked, so you offered to have him try them on. This was the one time that you seemed to smile with him, especially when he said he was more blind with them on.

-He may tease you from time to time, raising your insecurities somewhat. But eventually, the nickname "four eyes" became something of a term of endearment. In the end, he actually offers to teach you how to shoot.

Sean Macguire

-Sean is the most endearing little bean that makes everyone smile. He is probably the only one who makes you forget about your insecurities because he is so good at making you laugh and feeling like you are special.

-But he's also someone who won't leave you alone when he becomes interested in something. So when he sees your glasses, he's glued to you.

-Sean's instincts tell him to compliment you because your a woman, but his childish curiosity tells him to ask about your glasses. So, he does both at the same time. Telling you how pretty you look with your glasses.

-Of course, this leaves you as a flustered mess, so you eventually tell him that they aren't there for show but rather you need them to see because you are practically blind without them. Sean doesn't really understand and takes the glasses from your face to look at them.

-Sensing your worry, he puts them on his own face and jokingly asks if their magic and will help him read better. His goal to make you giggle is a success, so he hands your lifeline back to you.

-Sean sees himself as the only one who gets permission to bring up your glasses, so anyone else who does (even if it's an innocent comment) get to face him and his Irish accent stating how no one else but him gets to talk to you like that.

-He's the one who makes you feel better about your glasses, and you love how much he loves to make you smile. Your insecurity is almost nonexistent around him. God bless Sean for being in your life.

[yourimagines]

Can you do a Sean Strickland smut where reader wakes up to him hump!ng her because he got hard you can do the rest !!

It’s a bit short, I’m sorry

Darling please…

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers; 18+, Smut, Swearing and Fluff

Sean POV

I was still wide awake, staring at the ceiling as my girlfriend y/n was asleep next to me, she was laying on her side, her back was facing me. ‘Beautiful.’ My eyes went over her body, her legs crossed and her ass was slightly covered by the shirt she wore, in fact it’s my white shirt she’s wearing. ‘Fuck…’ I felt my pants tighten as I tried to ignore that horny feeling. ‘It’s too early, I need some sleep.’ I looked away from her and started to think about something else, about something stupid. ‘I really need a break from all of this tho…the media and shit.’ A small noise came out of her, a whimpering noise. I immediately turned my head and looked at her, she was hugging her sheets. ‘Fuck darling.’ Her back was arching a little bit, making her ass popping out. I carefully moved over, my horny brain took over my body and I started to touch her hips. My hands roamed over her body and I slightly raised the shirt back up, revealing her black panties as my hands roamed over them. “Fuck…”

Y/n POV

I felt something heavy on me as I slowly woke up, I tiredly opened my eyes and felt Sean was humping me from behind, his groans and whimpers filled my ears. “Fuck…” he growls softly and moved against my legs. My panties became dampened and I pressed my ass out against him. He moves closer and kisses my neck. “Sean…” I moaned softly out and he grabs my hips, pressing my ass against his fully hard dick. “Oh fuck darling.” His hips moved faster and his dick moved against me. “Let me use you darling…please?” he pleaded as he kept humping me. “You already woken me up, so please do your thing.” He immediately pushed my panties to the side and pushes himself in. He let out a deep groan and moved rapidly in and out of me. He shoved me deeper into the mattress as he starts to go rough and deep with me.

The room was filled with low grunts and soft moans. Sean had a quick pace as he shoves his dick in and out. “Fuck…” his hands squeezed my ass and I moaned against his pillow. “Such a good girl for me….” He grabbed me a bit firmer and pulled my ass a bit up, making me arch my back a bit more. “Sean..!” He hit my g-spot with a rough pace, making my mind go blank. “That’s it baby, let me hear you.” He was relentless with me as he kept fucking me like this, rough and deep. I kept moaning his name over and over again as my face was pressed against his pillow.

I came twice and he just released his cum inside of me. He was out of breath, panting as he lay us on our sides, his dick still buried deep inside of me. “Sorry for waking you up darling.” His hand was tracing my stomach as he placed soft kisses on my shoulder. “It’s okay, you needed some help.” He smiles against my shoulder. “Man how did I deserve this….” I placed my hand on his arm that was wrapped around me, protecting me. “You deserve this Sean.” I said tiredly and yawned. “Are you tired baby?” I nodded and closed my eyes. “It’s okay, I’m here baby, I promise I won’t wake you up again tonight, maybe in the morning.” He joked and kissed my shoulders. “I love you Sean.” I whispered as I slowly drifted away. “I love you darling.”

[sardonic-the-writer]

Thoughts on the Xmen lads (whichever you wanna do) dealing with a y/n who is the biggest "motherhen" when it comes to them going on missions? Think any of them would get annoyed with it or just melt a little bit? 💕

Sure!! I hope you don't mind me discarding the term motherhen for a more gender neutral insert though! So anyone can read it :)

•Saving the world was a big deal

•And you were damn happy to be a part of it

•Finding the school for the gifted in its early statges was probably the best decision you'd ever made in your entire life. Not only did the place come to help you love yourself and mutation more, but you found a family within it

•But with a found family there always comes some worries

•You had no qualms going on missions yourself. Neither did anyone else for that matter. You could handle yourself well enough

•But when it came to any other member of the team—Charles, Sean, or god forbid Hank? You would bite your nails down to nubs with worry

•To most of them (i.e Charles) it was quite sweet of you. No one had necessarily worried about them before besides each other, and even that was on occasion. The only person who really gets annoyed by it is Logan, and that because he's reiterated a thousand times to you he can take care of himself fucking fine

[jewels-writes]

how i think rdr2 characters would cuddle with you

Arthur Morgan

You and Arthur Morgan had been riding through the wilderness for days on end, the long hours on horseback leaving both of you weary and sore. As night fell and the temperatures began to drop, you both decided to make camp and rest for the night.

You nestled into your bedroll, wrapping yourself up in your blankets as tightly as you could. But despite your best efforts, the cold still seemed to seep through, leaving you shivering and unable to sleep.

Arthur noticed your discomfort and immediately took action. He gathered up the extra blankets from your packs and wrapped them around you, creating a cocoon of warmth.

"Better?" he asked, sitting down next to you.

You nodded, feeling the warmth begin to seep into your bones. "Thanks, Arthur," you murmured, snuggling closer to him.

Arthur wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As the fire flickered beside you, you felt your eyes begin to droop. You fought to stay awake, wanting to savor every moment of this quiet, peaceful moment with Arthur.

But eventually, your exhaustion won out and you drifted off to sleep.

Arthur continued to hold you, his fingers running gently through your hair as he watched over you. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at you, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm light across your face.

"Sleep tight, darlin'," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I've got you."

He settled back against his bedroll, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep himself, determined to keep you safe and warm throughout the night.

John Marston

You and John Marston have been riding hard all day, chasing down a band of bandits who had stolen some valuable supplies from the camp. The chase has taken you through rough terrain and you are both tired and aching. As the sun starts to set, you make camp for the night.

John gathers some firewood and starts a small fire while you set up the bedrolls. Once everything is ready, you both sit by the fire and enjoy a simple meal of beans and cornbread. After dinner, John pulls out a bottle of whiskey and offers you a drink.

You take a small sip, savoring the warmth as it spreads through your body. You and John talk for a while, reminiscing about old times and discussing the plans for the next few days. As the night grows darker, the temperature drops and you start shivering.

John notices and pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. You close your eyes, taking deep breaths and enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around you.

As you start to drift off, you feel John's grip tighten and his body tense up. You hear him whisper your name softly, and you open your eyes to see his worried expression.

"Hey, you alright? You're shaking." He asks, concern evident in his voice.

You nod, but the shivers continue and your eyes start to close again. John realizes that you are falling asleep and starts to panic. He knows that if you fall asleep, there is a risk that you might slip into hypothermia.

John starts rubbing your arms and legs, trying to stimulate circulation and generate heat. He even starts to hum a tune softly, hoping to keep you awake. He tries talking to you, telling stories and cracking jokes, hoping to keep you engaged.

As time passes, you feel yourself getting warmer and more comfortable. You sink deeper into John's embrace, feeling safe and secure. Eventually, you fall asleep, your head resting on his chest.

John continues to hold you close, making sure you stay warm and safe through the night. He brushes your hair softly and whispers words of comfort, wishing that he could protect you from all harm.

As the first light of dawn breaks through the darkness, John carefully shifts you onto the bedroll and covers you with a blanket. He watches you sleep for a while longer, his heart full of love and concern.

He knows that you are strong and capable, but in that moment, he feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He vows to always be there for you, to protect and care for you no matter what challenges lie ahead.

Dutch Van der Linde

You and Dutch sat on a couch in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets as a blizzard raged outside. The storm had forced you both to take shelter in a cabin deep in the mountains.

As you sat there, you felt the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Dutch's arms around you. You leaned into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. The sound of the howling wind outside only made you appreciate the safety and warmth of the cabin even more.

As the night went on, you began to feel tired, your eyes growing heavy. You let out a soft yawn and snuggled closer to Dutch, resting your head on his chest. His arms tightened around you, holding you close.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, feeling safe and content in Dutch's embrace. But before you fully succumbed to sleep, you felt Dutch shift beneath you. He gently lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed in the small room, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable.

Once he was sure you were settled, he returned to the couch, sitting quietly and watching over you as you slept. He didn't want to disturb your rest, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards you.

As the night wore on, Dutch stayed awake, keeping watch over you as the storm outside raged on. The only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the occasional howl of the wind. But with you sleeping soundly in the next room, Dutch felt at peace. He knew that as long as you were safe and comfortable, everything else could wait until morning.

Sadie Adler

You and Sadie had always been close. You both had experienced loss and pain in your lives and had bonded over that. One night, you found yourselves cuddling together by the campfire. Sadie had her arms around you, and you were resting your head on her chest.

As you relaxed into her embrace, you could feel her fingers softly running through your hair. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of her heartbeat, which was steady and calming. The warmth from the fire and Sadie's body made you feel safe and at ease.

Gradually, you began to drift off to sleep. Your breathing became slow and even, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into Sadie's embrace. She noticed your breathing change and held you closer, making sure you were comfortable.

Once she was sure you were fast asleep, Sadie carefully shifted her weight and reached for a blanket, tucking it around you both. She then rested her chin on top of your head and closed her eyes, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.

In the quiet of the night, Sadie thought about all the hardships and struggles she had faced in her life. She was grateful to have found a friend like you, someone who understood her pain and could offer comfort in times of need.

As the night wore on, Sadie stayed awake, keeping watch over you and the camp. She felt a sense of protectiveness over you, wanting to make sure nothing would harm you while you slept.

When the first light of dawn started to appear in the sky, Sadie knew it was time to wake you up. She gently shook you awake and helped you sit up, making sure you were fully alert before letting you go.

As you stood up and stretched your limbs, you felt a sense of warmth and gratitude towards Sadie. You knew that she would always have your back, no matter what challenges lay ahead. And as you looked into her eyes, you knew that your bond would only grow stronger with time.

Lenny Summers

You and Lenny have been spending a lot of time together lately, both on and off the battlefield. Tonight, after a long day of fighting, the two of you find yourselves lying together on a bedroll, cuddled up under a blanket. The warmth of his body against yours is comforting, and you feel safe in his arms.

As you start to drift off to sleep, Lenny whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You snuggle closer to him, feeling his arms wrap tighter around you. His fingers trace lazy circles on your back, soothing you into a state of relaxation.

As you start to fall asleep, you feel Lenny's lips press against your forehead. "Goodnight, my love," he whispers. "Sleep well."

You dream of nothing but peace and comfort, nestled in Lenny's arms. You're unaware of the passage of time until you start to stir, feeling Lenny's gentle movements as he shifts his weight. You slowly open your eyes to see him watching you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You're awake," he says softly, his voice low and soothing. "How are you feeling?"

You stretch lazily in his arms, feeling your muscles unwind. "Better now," you murmur, snuggling closer to him. "What time is it?"

Lenny glances over at his pocket watch. "It's early yet," he says. "We've got a few more hours before we have to get up."

You smile sleepily, feeling content in his arms. "Good," you say. "I don't want to move just yet."

Lenny chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "That's fine by me," he says, wrapping his arms around you once again. "We can just stay like this for a while longer."

Kieran Duffy

You and Kieran had been spending more time together lately, getting to know each other better and enjoying each other's company. One evening, after a long day of riding and hunting, the two of you found yourselves curled up together by the campfire, enjoying the warmth and the quiet of the night.

As you snuggled up next to him, Kieran wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. His warmth was comforting, and you couldn't help but relax in his embrace. You talked for a while, sharing stories and laughter, but eventually, the conversation trailed off, and you both fell into a comfortable silence.

As the fire crackled and popped, you began to feel drowsy, your eyelids getting heavy. Kieran noticed and pulled you even closer, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You let out a contented sigh, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

As you drifted off to sleep, Kieran continued to hold you, running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He watched you sleep, taking in every detail of your peaceful face, and feeling grateful to have you in his life.

When he was sure you were sound asleep, Kieran carefully adjusted himself so that he could lie down next to you, still holding you close. He pulled the blanket up over the two of you, snuggling in for the night.

As he drifted off to sleep, Kieran couldn't help but smile, feeling lucky to have found someone as special as you. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy, and to cherish every moment he spent with you.

Sean Macguire

You and Sean have been traveling together for a while now. The two of you have shared some great adventures, but tonight feels different. As you both sit by the campfire, Sean seems to be a little quieter than usual. He stares into the flames as if deep in thought.

After a while, he turns to you with a small smile on his face. "Come here," he says, holding out his arms.

Without a second thought, you snuggle up to him. His strong arms wrap around you, and you feel his warmth radiating against your back. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As you lay there, feeling safe and loved, you start to feel yourself drifting off to sleep. You fight against it, not wanting to ruin the moment, but your body betrays you. Your breathing evens out, and you slip into a deep sleep.

Sean notices your change in breathing and smiles softly. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before carefully shifting your weight so he can lie down on his back with you snuggled against him. He adjusts the blankets so they cover you both, keeping you warm in the cool night air.

He stays awake for a while longer, enjoying the peaceful moment with you. He listens to the sounds of nature around them, and he thinks about how much you mean to him. As he starts to drift off to sleep, he holds you closer, never wanting to let you go.

Charles Smith

You and Charles had been on the road for days, traveling through the harsh winter weather. You were both exhausted, but finally found a moment of peace in the warmth of the cabin you had rented for the night.

As you settled into Charles' arms, you could feel the tension and weariness melting away. He held you tightly, his large hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as you snuggled closer to him.

The sound of his heartbeat lulled you into a state of comfort and relaxation, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep in his embrace.

Charles didn't want to disturb your slumber, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he looked down at you. He gently stroked your hair and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

He held you close all through the night, letting you sleep peacefully in his arms. As the sun began to rise, he carefully shifted you so he could stand up, being careful not to wake you.

He carried you over to the bed, laying you down and tucking you in with the blankets. Charles sat beside you, watching you sleep with a content expression on his face.

Eventually, you began to stir, and he smiled down at you, whispering sweet nothings and asking if you had slept well.

You nodded sleepily, snuggling up to him once more as he held you close. Together, you watched the sunrise, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

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I love love love your recent fic so amazing!! Just kinda got me thinking what about Sean x best friend reader, two peas in a pot, made for each other bur also kinda complete opposites. I think about "till the end of the line" from the musical the theory of relativity. When separated the two of them are complete opposites but when together they have the best time etc. And Sean meeting the reader randomly, maybe because he heard someone use the reader's last name and it's just a really unique lastname so he kinda knew it was his best friend. And obviously he bring his friend back to camp. The reader would be really smart and maybe actually a good shot but rather quiet and always stand behind Sean in any social interaction. Thinking about "excuse me he asked for no pickels"

Anyway, i hope you can understand what i mean, have a great day

Brothers in Arms (Sean x Male!Reader)

W/C: 1.4K

Summary: Sean and reader are platonic soulmates, meeting after sean gets lost. He returns the favor when Y/n is kidnapped by the pinkertons.

Note: This is very short, and I honestly didn't have a straight idea for this one since I've never written for Sean before. But i tried my best! I do apologies if its nothing that you had in mind.

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"A lively one you are, eh?" A soft chuckle echoed next to him. Guns out at the ready as they hid in an alley. Away from the law. "Shut up" Y/n bit back at the firey Irishman.

The annoying man was about to open his gob again before y/n slapped a hand over it, steadying their breathing as a police officer walked passed. A sigh of relief left y/n's lips as they went unnoticed.

"If we are going to make it out alive, you are going to need to be quiet, yeah?" Sean nodded in response, pulling y/n's hand away from his mouth.

They made their escape, running from the alley through the streets of blackwater. Making their way to the horses hitched up to a lamppost, and rode like their lives depended on it. Because it did.

"What's you're name then?" Seans voice echoed over the hooves hitting the ground.

"Y/n! I'm taking it you're name is Sean?" He shouted back

"How did you know?" Sean chuckled as he caught up to him.

"Because the Butcher you were robbing from seemed to think you were a regular in there. Did your parents never tell you not to rob the same place twice?"

Their horses began to slow to a trot as they got further away from the area, coming up to tall trees now.

"Did your parents never tell you not to interfere with someone elses robbery?" Sean's horse bumped into y/n's.

"You were doing a poor job. Someone had to help you." The two laughed, finally lightening up from the mess they left a mile behind them. "Where are we going anyhow?"

"My temporary camp at this abandoned shack i found. It's not far." The reins on Sean's horse were raised, and smacked back down. Picking up the pace again, but only lasting for a few minutes before he halted abruptly outside a small wooden home.

"Temporary?" Y/n continued the conversation, now dismounting the horse and hitching it up to a tree.

"Lost me posse. Don't ask me how, but I know they are around here somewhere." He opened the door of his home and invited the man in, sitting himself down on the only chair in the building.

"Uh huh"

"So for now, I'm stuck ere. " Sean motioned around him, pulling out his gun and inspecting it closely. A shot of spit came from his mouth, as he used it to clean his gun with his sleeve. "If you help me find them, I'll reward yous"

"What? With meat that I just helped you steal?"

"No no no, you could join us. We need the numbers"

Y/n scoffed, leaning against a table. "Yeah, we will see."

"So you'll help?"

It wasn't hard to find them. They were a pretty large group, camped out in the middle of New Austin. Y/n found it quite funny as to how much Sean struggled. Their friendship grew rather fast, just clicking. Almost the same person split into two bodies. Dutch was hesitant to let him join, only because he didn't know how he could function with another Sean. But he allowed it. And everyone ended up adoring y/n. They are only an issue when they are actively with the Irishman.

Months passed after Sean was successfully reunited with the Van Der Linde's. But a boat heist in Blackwater split everyone up again. The gang making their way to colter, leaving Sean in the custody of the pinkertons. And y/n? No one knew where they managed to crawl off to. No one even knew if they survived the raid.

Dutch's survivors eventually made their way to horse-shoe overlook. A cozy little spot along the valentine cliff side, overlooking the streams and grassland. Finally on their feet enough to win Sean back, literally. Fighting head on with the detective agency, a risky task to follow through with. But they were successful, somehow. And Sean was back, safe and sound with his friends. Except one. The irishman refused to celebrate their small victory, till y/n was found.

"We don't even know if he survived sean" Arthurs voice raised to an annoyed tone. Not ever hearing the end of it.

"And if he is, we are just gonna leave him? What if hes hurt, huh?" Sean was reloading his rifle, and gathering a group of his things. Ready for the journey ahead. "Yous risked your life for me, why am i not allowed to do the same?"

Arthur remained quiet, looking at his feet and sighing. Then moving out the way of him. "Fina..." He grumbled. "But you're not going by yourself..."

"Why not?" "Because you'll get yourself killed" Arthur hoisted himself onto his brawny horse. "Charles! Lenny! We got something we need to do" He called out, the two men responding rather fast.

Sean felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as they all mounted their horses. The two agreeing to the task at hand. Clearly bored of lazing about camp for a while.

The group of four trailed their way along the coast of West Elizabeth. When it was clear of bounty hunters, they crossed. Caution with every trot. Sean led them deep into tall trees, confusing the group.

"Blackwaters that way" Lenny pointed East, Charles giving him a look of 'i don't know'.

"If he's alive, there is one place he will be" Sean's voice was the most serious he had ever been. Coming up to a small cabin isolated by a beautiful lake, surrounded by a blanket of leaves and sheltered trees.

"Y/n!" Sean repeated, jumping from the stallion and busting into the home, shoulder first. The other men heard laughter following the loud bang. "I knew it! Yous owe me!" They heard from inside.

"We saved your life, I think that's enough boy" Arthur shook his head, finding the enthusiastic Sean holding Y/n in a tight embrace. Y/n wincing in pain as his arms suffocated him.

"C'mon Sean, you're hurting him" Arthur pulled him away, surveying the injured man. "Y'alright, y/n?"

He nodded, gripping at his leg.

The group dragged the injured y/n back to camp, returning to a very warm welcome and open arms. Patting him on the back as he hobbled over to the medical cart.

"What did they do to ya?" Sean was rushing up behind y/n, chasing for answers.

Y/n winced as he perched on a barel, Susan tending to the gaping wound on his leg. "The same thing that happened to you, looking at the gaps in your teeth" Y/n managed to sneak out a forced laugh, pointing at his mouth. Sean scoffed and folded his arms.

"Leave me teeth alone you bastard" He took a seat next to his friend, smacking his leg to cause him some pain.

"We missed ya here"

"You mean you missed me here?"

A few days had passed since the safe return of y/n, and they seemed to become a lot more talkative with the other members of the group. More friendly. They had always kept to themselves, other than with Sean. But the near death experience, and the group risking their lives for him, gave him a new respect for his new family. A new sense of confidence that his life had meaning to others as well as him.

"Hows ya gammy leg?" Sean playfully pocked the barrel of his shotgun into y/n's back, unloaded of course. Y/n swatted at him, and turned back to his view of the muddy lake in front of their camp.

"Better, I can walk just fine now"

"Good, good" Sean took in the same view before speaking again. "Cause Mary-Beth has a coach tip.."

"There it is" Y/n throws an accusing look towards him.

"Theres what?" "The thing that you want from me"

"I just think getting out would be good for you!" Sean put his arms up in defence.

"Yeahh yeah, getting out and helping your sorry arse." Y/n struggled a little to find his way to his feet.

"C'mon gammy leg. You're such a better shot than me"

"I didn't say no, did i?"

[mushrubes]

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."

[sam-winchesters-my-bf55]

Send in some requests! My asks are always open!

[gimme-your-bones]

You're not alone

there's bugs in your eyebrows

[cosmicschmidt]

I need him (inside of me)

[red-dead-do-over246]

To Hell with Micah Bell

Sean finds you crying one evening, and the reason nearly makes him commit murder.

#8 “Why are you crying?”

@solemncadaver​

You couldn’t stop the tears.

Here at Clemont's Point, the shore of the lake was the most peaceful and isolated place for you to be at the moment. Right now, as you sat by the water, it occasionally lapping at your feet, you didn't care if a copperhead came up and bit you.

Normally, you didn't cry over much. You had a rough life, and it was really hard to make tears fall down your cheeks. You've ran with Dutch and the others for a while now, and everyone was fairly nice to you, some more than others.

However, you didn't think one comment from Micah Bell would cause you to feel so awful.

How did he break you?

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Jack's small angelic voice caught your ears. You turned to see the four-year old giving you a look of concern that a boy his age shouldn't need to have.

You quickly wiped your tears away.

"I'm fine Jackie. Perhaps you should go and check on your mother." You said gently while running a hand through his hair. The little boy didn't look convinced but knew enough to obey the adults.

However, instead of running to Abigail, he ran to someone else.

"Uncle Sean! Uncle Sean!" Jack's shrill voice caught the Irishman's attention. He stopped his whittling and crouched down to speak with the child.

"Why did ya call me name young sir?" Sean said with a grin. However, Jack wasn't smiling. He just pointed towards where you sat by the lake.

"I think something's wrong with Y/N. I heard sniffling." Jack said, and Sean felt his own smile disappear. The very thought of you being hurt or sad made his blood boil.

"And what makes ya think I can make Y/N feel better?" He asked, and that's when Jack gave him a pout with a serious look in his eyes.

"Because you're funny!" The four-year-old said, and Sean couldn't stop his own laughter from that. With a ruffle of Jack's hair, he promised to bring a smile to your face.

But not until he got to the bottom of your tears.

“Why are ya crying?” Sean asked once he came up to you. Startled, you couldn’t wipe the tears away in time as you turned to face the redhead on instinct. You knew there was no hiding this from Sean, and if you did try to hide it, he would continue to bug you until you told him.

That was something of a good quality in him.

However, it was hard for you to confess things like this. Whether it was because of your stubbornness or the fact you feared what would happen once you told him, you didn’t know. All you did know was that when Sean sat beside you and placed a hand on your back in comfort, you broke.

“What twas that?” Sean asked, hearing you mumble something but not being able to make out the words.

“M-Micah...M-Micah made me...cry...” You finally got out, starting to cry again as you remembered the horrible things the outlaw said to you. Micah Bell was notoriously good at one thing: getting under people’s skin. And apparently, he got under yours pretty well.

Sean wanted to slit his throat.

“I-I’m sorry for...for all the tears...that you have to see me like this...” You tried to apologize for your actions, knowing that outlaws were supposed to be strong. Right now, you didn’t look nor feel strong at all. However, Sean didn’t care.

He brought you into his arms without a second thought.

“Ya have notin to feel sorry bout, Y/N. Ya have every right ta cry when your upset.” Sean told you while rubbing your back, and that’s when you couldn’t stop yourself from crying onto his shirt. You haven’t been held like this in a long time, and it sure felt nice.

You just wished it was for different reasons.

“B-But...But Micah...” You tried to say, but Sean shushed you gently.

“Ya let me worry bout Micah. That bastard will get what’s comin ta him.”  Sean said in a threatening manner, causing you to laugh a bit. In truth, if a came to a gunfight or a knife fight, Micah would probably beat him.

However, the idea that he would risk his life for your honor caused your heart to melt.

“Just...leave Micah be...I don’t want you getting hurt...” You said while pulling away slightly, and Sean faked a look of offense.

“Ya don’t think I can take Micah Bell on?” He asked, clearly knowing the answer, which made you laugh. He eventually started to laugh too, and then he put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you back to him.

“Still, I’m going ta tattle. Hosea or Dutch will make sure he gets the message.” Sean said, and you simply rolled your eyes. While you wanted to keep this a secret, you knew with Sean Macguire here, that wasn’t going to happen.

“But fer know, just allow yourself some peace. I’ll be back later, so don’t go nowhere.” Sean said with a grin, removing his jacket to place it around your shoulders before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

As you sat there all flustered, he got up and left, all proud of himself. Also, it took every ounce of Sean’s will not to load a bullet in Micah’s skull. However, since you asked him nicely, Sean will leave it be.

You were more important to him, after all.

Meanwhile, you were just musing over Sean’s kindness. His obvious devotion towards you. It made you smile to yourself as you blushed. You really did feel better, because in the grand scheme of things, Micah’s words meant nothing when you had Sean there to lift you back up.

You hoped it stayed like that for a long while. 

[yourimagines]

can u pls write some smut for conor or for sean bringing you to a weigh in and like after the weigh in, the fighter conor/sean is fighting is trying to flirt with you and they get jealous.

like maybe a reader who works as their pr agent or something

“they cant touch you like this” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Just a thought 😊

I like this thought. I’ll go with Sean Strickland, I will write in the future about Connor.

Mine

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif and photos are not mine

* Triggers: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Anger, a bit of angst and some Fulff

Y/N POV

I was waiting for Sean to come down to the lobby and go to the weigh in. I nervously wiped my hands down on my jeans, feeling getting nervous. First time for me doing all of this, being a media content creator for a fighter and so is this… “hey y/n.” Sean walks up with the rest of our crew. “Hi Sean, you’re ready?” “I’m always ready.” I smiled and grabbed my bag from the table. “Let’s go then.” We all went to the van and got in. I got seated next to Sean and I took a video of us, being cramped in the van. “Next time a bigger van.” One of the Pr guys said to my camera, I giggled and filmed Sean, he gave the camera a middle finger. “Hey be nice.” I stopped filming and put my phone away. Sean just chuckled and look’s away from me.

I was filming some behind the scenes as Sean was getting ready for the weigh in. “So how are you feeling champ.” Sean chuckled and flexed in front of the camera. “Feeling good, I’m looking good, can’t wait to fight that fucker.” I nodded and stopped recording with my camera. “You do look good.” I said with a shy smile, Sean of course loved it and winked at me. “Sean buddy lets go.” He trainer patted him on the shoulders and I got ready to record him again for his weigh in. “Next one is Sean Strickland.” He walks up and gets on the scale, a few media outlets where here as well. But tomorrow night is the official weigh in for the public. Sean flexed as his weight was announced. I zoomed a bit in and smiled to myself. ‘Don’t fall for him y/n, he’s your boss.’ He gets of the scale and his trainer gave him his clothes. I was waiting for him as Dricus popped up next to me, smiling at me. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve met this beautiful woman before, I’m Dricus.” He had a cocky smile on his face and reached his hand out. I didn’t know what to say, should I be polite or should I be a bitch? “Hi Dricus, I’m y/n.” I didn’t reached out and shake his hand but he didn’t care, he just smiled and moved a bit closer. “I see you’ve got a camera, if you want we can go to my room or something, play with that thing.” I felt disrespected as he implied things I would never do. I felt embarrassed and he made it even worst to wrap his arm around my shoulder. “What do you say? Me and you?” I shook my head. “I’m sorry Dricus but I’m not like that…”

Sean POV

I saw y/n talking to Dricus or more the other way around. He said something to make her feel uncomfortable, she looked down ashamed and he just wrapped his arm around her, whispering to her. My blood started to boil. ‘What the fuck is he thinking?!” I stormed up to them. “Hey!” I pushed him and security immediately pushed me and Dricus away from each other. “Motherfucker!” I yelled and he just laughed. ‘Fuck he got me.’ I looked around and saw y/n standing with my trainer, she was a bit overwhelmed. “I’m already going.” I said to the security guard, he lets go of my arms and I walked away, immediately to our van. ‘Fuck!’

Y/N POV

It was quiet on our way back to the hotel, Sean got himself in trouble…again. I was afraid I would lose my job on my first week, afraid I made him angry. I was looking at the pictures I made and felt Sean’s hand resting his hand on my knee. I looked up and he gave me a weak smile. “You want to see them?” I carefully asked, he nods and moves a bit closer to me, our faces were close to each other as I showed him the pictures I made today of him. “It’s not finished yet, I’ll make sure they are in a hour or so, so you can post them if you want.” I looked up at him, seeing his face so closed up to me, his eyes looking down at my lips for a second but he quickly looked back up. “Alright, we are back at the hotel.” His manager said while clearing his throat. Sean snapped out of his stance and got out of the van immediately, I let out a deep breath. ‘The tension is real between us now.’

I was done with editing the photos and a part of the videos. I texted him the photos and lay down on my bed. ‘I hope he likes them…’ a knock on my door was heard and I got up. ‘Who would it be.’ I slowly opens my door and saw Sean, standing in front of my hotel room. “Hi.” He didn’t say anything but walked right up to me, grabbing my face and slammed his lips on mine. I was for a second surprised but I kissed him back, holding him tight on his shoulders, afraid to fall down. He kicked the door closed and pressed my back against the wall. “Nobody can’t touch you like that darling.” He said between our kiss. His hands went down to my hips. “Jump.” He whispers, I did what he told me, I jumped and wrapped my legs around him, he pressed himself against me, feeling his bulge. He moved his lips to my neck, placing wet kisses on my skin. “I’m sorry Sean, I didn’t mean it to happen…he came up…” “I know darling, don’t apologise.” He started to suck on my skin. I softly moaned and threw my head back, giving him more room. “Sean..it’s going to leave marks.” He smiles against my skin. “That’s the point baby, they need to know you’re mine.” I pulled on his shirt, wanting it off of him. “Hold tight baby.” I hold him tight as he threw his shirt off, revealing his body. I roamed my hands over his shoulders, feeling his skin. “Like what you see darling?” I blushed and hide my face in the crook of his neck. He chuckles and squeezes my ass. I softly moaned against his neck and started to leave kisses behind.

He walked us over to my bed, laying me down. He unbuckled his belt and throws his jeans off. He moves on top of me and goes underneath my top to my breasts. “Let me see you darling.” He removed my top, revealing my black bra. He started to kiss my chest. “So fucking beautiful…” I blushed again and moved my hips slowly against his leg. He smirks and stops, a smile on his face and he caressed my face. “Are you sure?” I nodded and he unclasped my bra, revealing my breasts. He started to massage them, playing with my nipples with his thumb. “Look at you baby, so gorgeous.” His hands went down and pulled my jeans down, revealing my matching panties. He throws my jeans to the side and his hand went down to my panties, sliding his hand in. I felt his fingers moving around. “Already so wet for me…” he slipped one finger in, making me moan. He moved slowly in and out as he pressed kisses on my stomach. “Sean..” my hand went down to his head, he smiles and pulls my panties down, kissing slowly down to my clit. He pulled his finger out and his tongue moved between my folds, slowly eating me out, I threw my head back and my hand grabbed his head. I moved a bit with my hips and moaned. “Oh fuck…Sean.” His thumb rubbed my clit and my other hand moved to my breast, rubbing my nipple. I felt getting close to my orgasm and closed my eyes. “Sean…I’m close.” I moved my hips a bit more and came. I loud moan was heard and Sean licked everything clean. He looks up and smiles. “You taste so fucking good.”

I pushed him on his back, and straddled his waist. His hands went to my ass, squeezing them. “Fucking beautiful.” I smiled and kissed his chest and went slowly down. I felt him sucking in his breath as I stopped at his waistband. I looked up innocently and gently pulled his shorts down. His hard dick jumps out and I wrapped my hand around it, gently stroking it. He softly let out a moan and moves his hands behind his head, looking at me. My thumb gently rubbed his tip and traced his thick veins. I moved down and placed a kiss on his shaft, he moans again and I moved up kissing his hard throbbing dick. I gently sucked on his tip and took him whole in my mouth, sucking him off, moving my head up and down. His hips moved slowly with me and I felt his hand tangled up in my hair, slightly pulling my hair and pressing my head down. “Oh fuck, that’s it baby.” I looked up and saw him moaning and biting his lip. I stopped and his dick plopped out of my mouth, he looks not very happy with me. “Why did you…” I moved on top of him and sat down on him. He immediately smiles as I started to ride him. “Fuck babe.” His hands went to my breast as I rested my hands on his shoulders. My hips rolled down on him and we both moaned and kissed each other. “Fuck Sean.” “Fuck darling, keep riding like that and I nut in your tight pussy.” I smiled and kissed his neck. “Maybe I want that.” He groans and squeezes my hips. “You sure about that darling?” I nodded and kept kissing him. “Okay but you need to cum first.” We both moved out bodies, kissing and stimulating each other. I came to my high and moaned into his neck. He grabbed my ass and came inside of me.

I lay down on his chest, totally tired. He was caressing my back and also tired. “I hope you know you’re fucking mine now.” I giggled and kissed his abs. “I’m totally fine with that.” He chuckles and places my blanket over us. “I hope I wasn’t to rough, I was a bit jealous that the Motherfucker touched you.” I shook my head. “No you weren’t.” “Good, after the fight I take you on a real date…I’m normally not like this..” I looked up and he went with his hand through my hair. “Good, I’m normally also not like this.” I moved a bit up and kissed his lips. “I’m not letting you go…” “good because I really need that job tho.” We both laughed and cuddled up. “Let’s get some rest, you have a fight coming up.”

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[sardonic-the-writer]

━GOOFING OFF

━Tw: None

━Notes: To take your minds off of things <3

━Song: "Birdhouse In Your Soul" By They Might Be Giant

"Honestly Jack, you need to give Chase a break."

A set of eyes flickered over to you at your words, glinting mischievously in the late evening lighting.

"Yea, but then how will I drive myh fans crazy?"

"That's the point!" You threw your hands up with a fake pout one of them grazing a hanging light above. "Don't! Let these poor egos of yours finally have peace!"

The European youtuber known as Jacksepticeye finally turned to fully look at you, playful smile in place as he readjusted a stray pencil from behind his ear.

Both of you had been sitting at the kitchen countertop in his house for a while, going over what you dubbed as "septic ego lore". Papers were scattered over a cool to the touch marble surface, spread out with no rhyme or reason. It was cluttered, but things were staring to fall into place.

Normally Jack did this kind of stuff with people on a team dedicated to it, but tonight he had asked you- his best mate and loud ass neighbor -for your help.

I mean, it was hard not to accept a plea from a pouting irishman on your doorstep. He even pulled out the fake bambi eyes to make you laugh.

You were astounded by how much shit he was planning on putting some of these characters through though.

"Brochacho-" You went to sling an arm around his shoulder, laughing to yourself when he made a face at the nickname "-you need to realize that yes, angst is good! Lore is great! But please, you're gonna come out looking like a sociopath when you continue with all this!"

"Ye jus vaugly guestered to everything on ta table." Jack deadpanned. You snorted at his less than amused expression. Reaching up to slightly ruffle his hair you were met to a slap to the wrist. Pulling away while fake crying you continued.

"How about I cut you a deal then, mister evil mastermind."

One of his eyebrows raised a bit. Jack tried to look disinterested but you have been known to pull some pretty good ideas out of nowhere from time to time. So he was invested.

"Go on."

You grinned.

"Alright. So. You take, uhhhh, these characters and put them through as much suffering as you want-" You reached over to push a stack of papers towards him, names of septerate egos on them. "-and I take these characters n do some fluffy shit with em!"

You pulled a stack or two towards you, shooting a pair of finger guns at Jack with a wink.

"I'm ready to get my serotonin on! Booyah!"

"Ye jus' grabbed Antis profile."

"Shit. Switch with me real quick would you Jackie boy."

After a quick (and slightly embarassing) exchange, you awaited his answer with a wide smile. It only took a moment of him biting his bottom lip for a sigh to escape Jacks mouth.

"Fine. Bu' you can't complain when I traumatized one of em."

Pumping your fist in the air with an exclamation of triumph, you held your hand our for him to shake. He took it lightly.

"Knew you'd make the right choice my boy!" This was said in an old timey accent while you busied yourself adjusting an invisible bowtie, like a prospector in those ancient black and white movies. It made the person shaking your hand laugh.

"Don think I didn see ye deliberately grab Chases file though (Y/n). You're not tha slick."

"Awwww shut up you leprechaun."

"I'm going to put in a noise complaint to the landlord about you if you call me that again."

You lightly punched him in the shoulder, the both of you breaking out into big smiles.

"It's not my fault I'm loud. I'm just a free spirit!"

"Tell that ta ye guitar solos at three am."

"As if your screams from playing Phasmaphobia durring the dead of night dont keep me up either."

He flipped you off with a hearty giggle, taking his backwards baseball cap off and smushing it overtop your own head as a silly gesture. It mussed up your hair and blocked your vision so you tilted it up slightly while Jack snickered.

"This is mine now McLoughlin. I hope you know that."

"Fook off ya goof."

[myussytastelikeapple]

THEY ARE SO CUTEEE IT MAKES MY HEART MELT (Kinda wish it was me) I LOVE HIS SMILEE

(Also the hands up the jacket?!??!?!?!?!!!)

AND HE LOOKS SO HOT LONG HAIRRRR AHHHHHH

(Screaming without the s)

[coppoladelrey]

CILLIAN MURPHY as Jozef Gabčík in Anthropoid (2016) | dir. Sean Ellis

[tempting-andromeda]

Fuck it writing for rdr2 now

Nsfw headcanons

Warning: smut, knife play, somnophilia, power dynamic, spanking, hair pulling, bruises.

Characters

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy,Micah Bell, and Eagle Flies.

Arthur Morgan

He likes for sex to be intimate but he gets a rise out of things escalating. Like you two are in bed about to sleep but like 20 minutes later your legs are over his shoulders and he’s shushing you to stay quite.

He doesn’t force moments between you two he likes when it’s natural.

He laughs softly at you if you get too eager for him. He teases you and degrades you for it softly like “Really? This desperate for me? Guess I gotta give you a good time don’t I, Girl/boy.”

He likes to hear you talk during it even if it's just jumbled moans. He'll ask you questions like “That feel good?” and he likes a response but he doesn't force it (unless he's being rough then he'll stop moving and make you reply)

Sex is personal for him so he likes to make you feel good and sometimes he completely forgets about himself.

John Marston

He likes being in control but simultaneously he likes when you’re in control as well. He’s a complicated man.

He’s so fucking eager. Sometimes he forgets about foreplay but once he remembers he focuses on making you finish until you’re barely able to take him.

He’s real into dirty talk. He simply cannot shut up. He’s between your legs describing how you taste.

He has a high sex drive yet he cums quickly. He goes multiple rounds to make up for it though.

He’s so sensitive. He tries to pretend he’s not but after a while he starts begging you to bite his neck or use your mouth on him.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He likes a power dynamic. He likes being dominant and he doesn’t like that changing. If you try to top or be dominant he sees it as a challenge.

He’s into humiliating you but he doesn’t like bringing it out of the bedroom. He likes seeing you on your knees as he sits in a chair and he likes making you beg to suck him off.

He likes brats. He’s into the challenge and he likes making them submissive. It’s a huge thing for him if you act all bratty.

He likes to lightly smack you but doesn’t actually apply pressure unless he’s spanking you. Like if you back talk or something he grabs your face and uses a stern voice and after you say “yes sir” he lightly taps your face.

Really likes to stand back and admire you after he’s done with you. Looking at your panting frame and fucked out face. It makes him so proud. If he could he’d have a picture of it.

Charles Smith

He’s super into passionate slow sex. Pressing his forehead against your chest as he praises you but sometimes he can’t seem to hold himself back and he fucks like his life depends on it.

Like he’ll have your legs spread in a nearly humiliating way but he’s complimenting you the whole time, praising your very existence.

He likes when you wrap your legs around his waist. It makes him feel like you’re desperate for him as well and it drives him crazy.

He’s a munch. No doubt about it. Sometimes it’s the only thing he wants to do. He’ll lay in between your thighs like he’s starved.

Having sex with Charles is like experiencing a Hozier song first hand. At the end of every night with him you have absolutely no doubt he worships you.

Javier Escuella

He’s into knife play but he’s not entirely into drawing blood. He’s into cutting your clothes off of you. Like completely ignoring the buttons on your shirt and instead just running his blade along the buttons, snapping them off.

He’s real into hair pulling both ways. He likes fucking you from behind to pull your head back so he can kiss you and he likes when you pull his hair in missionary.

Possessive. No doubt about it. I feel it in my bones. He always asks you who you belong to before you cum and he gets a huge rise out of it. He makes your scream out his name at least once every time y’all have set.

He’s super into quickies. He likes to pull you away for a bit and absolutely destroy you and then go back to what you were doing and watch you struggle to pretend like nothing happened. It’s a huge turn on for himz

He likes to cum on you instead of in you. He’ll finish in your chest, back, stomach, face. He’s so into it. He likes knowing you’re a mess for him and you’re allowing him to do this to you.

Sean MacGuire

He’s huge on praise. He needs you to tell him he’s big and that no one makes you feel this way. It drives him crazy.

He’s super messy when he fucks. There’s something about it that makes him feel prideful that you’re a mess and he’s a mess.

He likes to humiliate you but in a different way from Dutch. Dutch does it for the power dynamic and he does it just because he likes the idea that he’s the only one allowed to do this to you.

He’s a head pusher but he always makes it up to you afterwards by making you pull his hair when he goes down on you.

He likes having sex in semi public places. It fills him with such adrenaline he’s trying to go again afterward.

Lenny Summers

Hes into handjobs. More than anything. If you put your hands in his pants he’s nearly crumbling that instant.

He likes when you go down on him randomly. Like he’s reading a book and suddenly he’s getting head or waking up to head? It’s so attractive to him.

He knows what you like and what you don’t like and his fingers are magical. Sometimes he tries to multitask and do something else while he fingers you but he ends up giving in and giving you all of his attention.

He’s real nervous at the idea of people catching you two so he just whispers a lot of praise in your ear. He feels horrible degrading you but he tries.

He moans at everything. Like if he goes down on you, he’s moaning the whole time. If he’s touching you he’s still moaning. It’s just attractive to know he’s doing something that arousing to you.

Kieran Duffy

He likes when you tell him what to do. He’s real clumsy most of the time and if you lead his hands and body and tell him what to do he’s determined not to fail.

His dirty talk is mostly him asking for reassurance like “am I doin’ good?” Or it’s just him worshiping you.

He whimpers and whines so easily it’s like he’s getting fucked. (Or he is) he gets real embarrassed afterwards but he doesn’t try to stop

He begs to touch you even if you’re not holding him back or telling him he can’t. His hands could even be on you and he’s begging to touch you.

He moans so loud when he cums. He always tries to cover his mouth to muffle it or he buried his face into you to prevent anyone from hearing.

Micah Bell

He’s rough. Real rough. A night with him probably ends with a few bruises and a sore body and he’s real smug about it too.

He likes watching you pleasure yourself. Sometimes he’ll touch himself as you do so and after you both finish he won’t touch you.

He loves edging you. Sometimes he pulls away right before your climax and wait for you to beg. Once he got up and nearly left just to see your reaction.

He likes shoving your face into the pillow as he fucks you from behind. It makes him feel dominant and like he’s in control.

His praise is really rare so he saves it for a special moment. He’ll have you hanging off the side of the bed as he bellows your back out and he makes sure you hear him when he speaks, grabbing you by the back of the neck just to whisper something like “look so pretty from back here, slut.”

Eagle Flies

Experimentalist to the core. He wants to try everything at least once. He thinks it’s a huge trust thing to experiment with intimacy.

He likes showing off his strength and stamina so he likes to lift you up to fuck you. He can last so many rounds too so by the end both of you are panting and tired.

He says “I love you” during sex. He feels so intimate to say it and he likes to make eye contact as he does it. He knows it’s cheesy but he likes to say “I love you” while he finishes

He likes to talk about your sexual fantasies and tries to recreate them as best as he can. He feels like he has to prove that he’s better than some fantasy and he never fails.

[lesbian-for-arthur-morgan]

Request : first time holding hands

I’d love to see their reactions 😭

First Time Holding Hands

Short Headcanons || Gender Neutral Language!

Genre: Fluff Featuring: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Sean MacGuire, and Sadie Adler Warnings: None

AN: A shorter post today! Thank you so much for requesting these were so fun to write I literally love doing cute little moments with these characters ~ I hope I answered the way you meant !! lol I feel like I got a little off track in some ---> Requests are open! Check out guidelines if you have any questions :)

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Arthur Morgan:

This man is a nervous wreck around you. Especially when you first start showing feelings for each other.

It took a million years for him to even admit that he was a little sweet on you, he is definitely not initiating anything past that point.

He can barely believe that you like him back.

The first time you grab his hand is not during anything special.

You’re sitting in the front of a wagon with him while on the way into town. The sun is casting a golden sheen across the earth, the air is warm but not hot, and the birds are swooping and playing in the sky overhead.

Without much thought you reach down to where he’s resting his arm on his thigh and envelope his hand with your own.

He tenses up at the contact, scared to make any sudden moves in case he might scare you away.

He doesn’t look at you directly, instead just glancing at you from the side of his eye. He wonders if you meant to do that or if you just did it by accident.

How your hand would end up on his on his thigh he doesn’t know.

When your thumb starts stroking the skin around his knuckle, tough and calloused from a few too many brawls, he starts to melt and relax a little bit.

He flips his hand around, which makes you pull away slightly, and fits his fingers in between yours. That way he’s holding your hand back and it’s a mutual.

There’s a blush on his cheeks and a grin on his lips. Not a word is spoken, but Arthur relishes the comfortable silence as he tries to think of what on earth he could have done to deserve something so perfect - to deserve you.

John Marston:

John is not a touchy-feely kind of guy. Not at first anyways. He doesn’t get what you see in him. He doesn’t understand why of all the men in the world - Hell, all the men in camp - you chose to waste your time with him.

He’s angsty like that.

He knows of your feelings for him and he gave a strong inclination that he might like you back but never confessed anything really. He figured you understood him enough to know.

You did, but he’s hard to read sometimes.

The first time you hold hands, he actually initiates it. You try not to overstep any boundaries with him, so he always has to make the first moves.

While playing a few practice rounds of poker (John is trying to teach you to play/play better), jokes are being thrown back and forth and rocks are being used as chips for show.

When John’s focus is pulled to the cards in his hands, you take the opportunity to try and grab a few rocks from his pile to add to your own as a little joke.

John catches you and places his large hand on top of your own making you freeze. A smug grin is plastered on his face and he doesn’t even look at you before placing his cards down, showing off a winning hand.

“Read ‘em and weep, Darlin’,” He laughs but never removes his hand from yours.

A small blush rises to your cheeks and his gaze falls to your combined hands. He curls his fingers under your own so that he’s fully holding your hand in his.

You try to catch his eye, but he’s so focused on his large, scarred hand covering your softer skin. It eats at him a little; a guilty feeling settles into his chest.

You place your other hand on his cheek and press on it lightly to direct his head to look at you. You smile one of your so-sweet smiles that makes his stomach ache a little with admiration, and he grins.

The two of you sit there for a while and continue trying to play poker each with one hand.

Dutch Van Der Linde:

Dutch has always been really hands-on with you. (Wink Wink)

He’s flamboyant, a show-off, cocky, and passionate. He loves to show you off and show off to everyone that you are his.

The first time he holds your hand, it’s to explicitly show that you are his and he is yours.

Most times after that, when Dutch holds your hand it means that the two of you are connected, not two people but one. Not just a couple but a unit.

He’s dramatic that way.

The very first time he holds your hand is during an argument with Hosea. A few things about camp affairs come up, plans are being thrown around, and Hosea makes a comment suggesting that you don’t need to be there for their conversation.

Dutch glares at the older man and reaches down to grasp your hand in his.

“But Daddy I love him!” Vibes I’m not going to lie.

He stands a little taller now that he’s touching you, it makes him feel stronger and more sure of what he’s saying. He puffs out his chest and looks down his nose at Hosea.

Hosea rolls his eyes a little and puts his hands up in surrender, telling Dutch that he can do what he wants.

When Hosea leaves, Dutch uses your entwined hands to pull you towards his side a little bit and hold you in an embrace.

He calls you his partner in crime, his other half, and a million other sultry things he can think of that causes a heat to rise in your chest.

He doesn’t let you go for the rest of the night after that, choosing to show off to the rest of the gang members that you two belong together and will always be.

Javier Escuella:

Javier values romance in a relationship.

Maybe nothing incredibly grand - but sweet notes, acts of service, small gifts here and there - he likes to show you how much he loves you through actions more than anything else.

All that and more is shown later on in your relationship. At first, though, Javier is more protective than romantic when it comes to you. It keeps him from showing his emotions at times, and makes him oblivious to your feelings other times.

He just doesn’t know what’s too much because he feels a lot of things, but he wonders if showing all that too soon will scare you away. His feelings are so intense that he gets scared away from you sometimes.

The first time he holds your hand is when you knick yourself while trying to do tricks with one of his knives.

You envy the way he’s able to just do the flips and graceful switches with the blades, and even how he can effortlessly play that five-finger-fillet game.

So, naturally, you try to replicate a trick you’ve seen him do a million times and it ends with a little gash on the heel of your palm.

It’s barely bleeding and looks more like a scrape, but as you hiss in pain Javier has forgotten his chore as he rushes to see what you’ve done to yourself.

He tsks at you and gently wraps his fingers around your wrist to get a better look at the wound.

You’ve forgotten the scrape at this point as his touch is sending jolts of adrenaline through your arm and his face is so close to yours you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

He doesn’t notice, too busy looking to see if you’ve mortally wounded yourself. When he’s satisfied that you won’t die, he looks up at your face (Which is dark with a blush and you’re trying to avert your gaze from him, but you just can’t).

He doesn’t understand what’s gotten into you until he sees your joined hands and a knowing grin cracks into his face.

“I’ll kiss it, make it better,” He murmurs and presses a slow, tender kiss to the palm of your hand while gazing up into your eyes the entire time.

He knows what he’s doing.

Charles Smith:

I genuinely feel like Charles is the most well rounded of the group when it comes to his emotions and how he conveys what he’s feeling to you.

Communication king for sure.

The first time Charles holds your hand it’s like he’s always done it.

It’s so natural to him that there really is no concrete first time that changed the meaning of your relationship or created some big deal.

Charles isn’t really someone who likes to show off and isn’t into public displays of affection. Brief hugs and hand holding are the only things he can bring himself to do with you if there are other people present.

He likes to hold your hand a lot despite that. Kissing, groping, or anything even a little heated is a big no for him (in private it is another story), so he likes to have your hands intertwined more often than not.

At first he would come up to you and hold his hand out, palm up, with a quirked brow as if asking you to place your hand in his. You oblige, of course, and he would follow you around camp or vice versa.

Now, Charles doesn’t even bother asking before he comes up to you and just grabs your hand whenever he sees you.

There’s no question about it, the two of you are always connected.

If he can see you he is by your side holding on to you.

It’s not possessive (unlike Dutch cough cough), but it’s more for his own comfort. He likes being near you and he likes that you seem to enjoy being near him.

Charles finds his twin flame in you, his other half. Much more than a soulmate, but his person.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean never really knows where the two of you stand in terms of a relationship.

He flirts with you over and over and over again. You laugh and blush occasionally, but end up telling him to shut up and wandering off.

He knows that he can come off as a sarcastic ass, but he didn’t realize that it’s so intense that you can’t even tell that he’s genuinely trying to get you to notice him as more than a friend/fellow gang member.

The thing is, it is hard for you to tell. Sean isn’t known for being the most serious guy in the world and you’ll be damned if you let him make fun of you by flirting with you and making you swoon or something.

The first time you hold hands with Sean is also consequently the first time you see Sean’s feelings for you are genuine, not some trick.

You turn away from Sean after he’s thrown yet another flirty remark at you, but before you even have the chance to mutter “Shut up, MacGuire” He’s shot out and wrapped his fingers around your own in a strong grip. It doesn’t hurt, but you can’t just pull away and tell him to stop messing around.

You turn back and look down at your conjoined hands.

“Please,” He begs and pulls you an inch closer. “Listen to me.”

You can hardly focus on anything but the warmth of his hand in yours and the way it makes your heart swell and tingle.

He explains his feelings for you, every last one of them. Some were a little more explicit and detailed than you expected, but you appreciated the straight forward honesty.

Let’s just say after that conversation the two of you hold hands and more pretty often in the future.

Sadie Adler:

Sadie and you hold hands all the time. She literally cannot tell how you feel about her.

Is this a friendship? Is it more? She has no idea because you’re so comfortable with her that the line between friends and partners is so blurred Sadie isn’t even sure if there was a line to begin with.

One night, you and Sadie are lying outside the tent that you share stargazing. Sadie is telling you what she knows about the stars and you chime in every now and then with your own little details. She loves the excitement in your voice when you remember the story to a constellation or find one that you hadn’t notice last time.

Your bodies are close, but your hands are closer. Lying in the grass, Sadie can feel the heat from your fingers and hers twitch and beg to touch yours.

She’s nervous, though, to take the relationship further. She doesn’t know if she’s ready to admit what she wants.

While she’s debating if it’s worth it, your pinky finger stretches and curls around her own. She audibly gasps at the action and her head whips over to see if you realize what you’re doing.

You’re already gazing at her with soft eyes and a small smile. It makes her bones turn to jelly at the sight and she tries to speak, but the only thing that escapes her mouth are sharp exhales as her words get tangled in her throat.

She tightens her pinky finger around yours, and you understand the meaning behind it.

It was all still confusing, but Sadie knew one thing: Friends don’t look at each other like that.

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I love Sadie so much y'all don't even know

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