#sean x male reader rdr2

[gl00mystarz]

Ah, that's superb! Well then, I would like to request a Sean with a Male!Reader who learns about the Readers chest scars (you know, because he's trans :0) but if you don't feel like you are able to do that, then a Male!Rrader who has cheesy one-liners, is getting flirt back by Sean and Reader is learning on that day that they are very easily getting flustered by a silly scottish accent :]

Yes!! I myself as a trans man love writing trans readers!!

Plus I love Sean, Sean is amazing and the love of my life <3

CW; swearing, mentions of scars and transphobia (not from Sean<3), injury, Micah (/hj)

WC; too tired <3

Battle Scars, sorta ya know?

See, Sean was a rather nosy fellow, at least that's what he'd often say about himself. So of course, he had heard many stories about some scars you kept hidden on your chest, and no one knew the real reason they were there. So he was a little curious, taking it upon himself one late night at the camp, while you were off by yourself fixing up your latest wound. He asked you "Oi, how'd ya get those scars if ye don't mind me askin'?" you of course sighed, a little too caught up in your injury to want to answer, but of course, your little crush on the Irishman got in the way, so you figured why not. You knew he'd blab to the whole camp, but you didn't care. You knew the gang would love and accept you anyhow. It was just Sean you wanted to still love you.

Despite everything, and how the Irishman may act, you loved him dearly, Sean made you feel whole in a way you couldn't quite understand, but nonetheless, you trusted him. So you turned your attention to him, looking at him skeptically before sighing "They're crude top surgery scars, Sean, I wasn't ya know.." you began to trail off, unsure of how to word the next part in a way you were sure the; probably drunk, Irishman could understand. "I wasn't born a man Sean, I'm just as much a man as you.. or Arthur, just born different." At this Sean seemed to think for a moment, only to open his mouth and be cut off by Micah. "What she's sayin' ya drunk bastard is she's a fake man."

You had chosen to ignore Micah's crude commentary and went back to tending your wound, becoming completely turned off from the conversation. You expect Sean to laugh, but instead, he seemed to get.. angry? "Whatcha talkin' bout man? He's jus as much a man as you or me. 'Fact, thinkin' he's more a man than you, ya dirty rat." Giving Micah his normal smile he spoke once more "Why dontcha scram now fore I bust ya ugly fuckin' face in, yeah?" You could see the look of shock on Micah's face, and it made you laugh a bit as the aforementioned man skulked off to somewhere else in the camp, probably to bother another poor soul. Though your heart beat wildly in your chest; giving Sean an appreciative smile "Thanks Sean, means a lot to me."

Sean looked at you almost bewildered "Why wouldn't I protect ya? You means a lot to me ya know. Wouldn't want that nasty ol' bastard to ruin how you're feeling." He looked around a bit before a cheeky smile popped up on his face "Does that mean ya have the lady bits like the other girls in camp? or would they be your man bits?" Of course, Sean had to end it off with you laughing, shaking your head, and almost wincing at the pain shooting through you from your injury, but you're glad he always knew how to keep your mood light. If anything, you wouldn't trade your spunky Irishman for anyone in the whole world, you were glad it was him you ended up falling in love with, and you always would be.

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Imagine slapping their asses 🙏🙏

•Dutch; immediately pissed off, depends on who slapped his ass, he might push his cigar into their arm or something out of anger. Will grumble if it's his partner and shoo them away, smokes enough cigarettes after that to take away ten years on his life (it definitely made a camp deafening sound when they slapped it)

•Arthur; the most shocked face ever, just has to stand there for a minute to figure out whatever the fuck just happened. Will stumble over his words, before glaring at the person and chest bump them a few times, but secretly he's nearly popping a boner 💔💔

•John; eye twitches, trying to hold back grabbing his revolver and threatening the person. Says something sarcastic and crosses his arms like the dumb child he is. Will definitely be so damn embarrassed that he flushes as red as Sean's hair. Definitely blabs about it to Abigail later and gets huffy when she laughs

•Hosea; jumps a foot in the air and his body bends like a banana 😭 he's not mad, he'd never get mad, but he is a bit embarrassed about that. He sighs softly, tells a little story about his youth and how he would be able to handle it when he was younger as he rubbed his sore ass, then says he's too old for all that 🫶🫶

•Javier; yells out the loudest Spanish he's ever said, nearly falls forward from the shock of it as both hands go to cover his ass. Can't see it since he pulls his poncho up over his entire face, but he is burning bright red and thinking about it for the rest of the month. Will never trust being around the person again, will side eye them and cover his ass with anything if he's around them again 😢

•Bill; Two different ways this could go. One, he's drunk as a bitch and he hurls a beer bottle them and starts cursing and chasing them all over yelling about how he's no queer, even if it was a woman that slapped his ass, or he will just glare and threaten them a little bit and try to intimidate them if by god he's not drunk

•Kieran; actually stands up straight for once instead of being like a shrimp literally 24/7. Looks like a bug when you pick up a rock, eyes all wide and face flushed even pinker than it usually already naturally is. Definitely looks spaced out the rest of the day, probably can't stop thinking about it for sure

•Sean; gasps and is completely over dramatic, falling and pulling whoever slapped his ass down with him. Definitely tells everyone that the person slapped his ass, and he sounds strangely proud about it too..

•Lenny; poor boy doesn't know what to do, he's stuttering and gripping at his favorite book that he was reading, glancing around as he tried to say something. Might quirk a smile after a while, but it's whenever that person isn't around (he's so embarrassed don't do it again he can't handle it 💔)

•Micah; immediately cracks up and dares the person to slap his ass again, sticking it out slightly. He then promptly slaps that person's ass twenty times harder than they slapped his. It becomes a little game between the two whenever they see each other

•Charles; the absolute politest, might get a bit grumbly. 'oh my' is the first words outta his mouth 😭 will ask them why they did that and if it was supposed to be funny. He's like a mother in this sense, but also can't stop grinning since he actually liked it ❤️

[allzelemonz]

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

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

Abe: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ya sure, really sure, hon’?”

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

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

Bill Williamson: 

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Bill.” You whisper.

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

Charles Smith: 

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

“I just did.”

He sighs. “I wouldn’t ‘ve been so…”

“You can be rough, Charles.”

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

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

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

“You don’t have to-”

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

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

Colm O’Driscoll: 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Colm…” You mumble.

“Be specific now, sugar.”

“I don’t- I mean-”

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

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

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

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

“Please.” You manage to say.

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

Kieran Duffy: 

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

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

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

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

“Yer messin’ with me.” He mutters.

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

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

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

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

Micah Bell: 

“You?” Micah asks.

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

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

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

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

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

Sean MacGuire: 

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

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

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

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

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Bark; don't bite

~ Sean MacGuire/Male!Reader

~ Platonic or romantic

~ 1.2k words

Request :3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[coweyloaf]

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

✨Characters reaction to finding out your a toe walker

And

⭐Roller skating with characters modern AU

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

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

[leafnyx]

Crushes and Confessions (Sean Macguire x Quiet! Male Reader)

Word count - 1k

Warnings - None!!

A/n - Why does dialogue have to be so hard to write 😭. Also I really hope I got Sean’s personality right in this fic, sorry if I didn’t. (Btw I get lazy with the writing near the end)

You’ve been in the gang for a few months now, since Dutch found you on the side of the road after being abandoned by your previous gang. Although you know everyone in the gang fairly well, you haven’t said more than a few words to any of them (apart from Dutch). And everyone seems to respect your bubble, well everyone but one specific Irishman.

Sean always somehow ends up by your side, wherever you are in camp, talking your ear off. Although you haven’t specifically told him to leave you be, you’d thought that he would get the hint by now because of how disinterested you always seem, but he never does.

At first you found him *very* annoying, but to your own surprise, you don’t seem to mind it as much anymore. You have even managed to develop a crush on him, though you would never say it out loud. Mainly because of the fact that it’s illegal to be gay, but also because you find it embarrassing to admit, hell you’ve barely managed to admit it to yourself.

You currently find yourself of guard duty, though you’re barely able to focus on guarding the camp because of Sean beside you talking like it’s his last day on earth and he has to get everything out of his system. You take a look around and see Arthur walking towards the two of you.

“Sean, leave [name] be and go spout off to someone who actually cares.”

“He cares about what I’m sayin’, right [name]?” He turns to look at you, and you look back at him, giving him a shrug before turning your face away, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face at his look of betrayal.

“Awh come on!”

You hand the rifle over to Arthur, as he takes over guard duty for the rest of the day. You then begin to walk away but, to your dismay, Sean follows after you.

“Hey [name] do ya want to go into town with me?”

You look over at him, thinking for a second. You come to the conclusion that it wouldn’t hurt to go, and you should probably get some things from the store anyways, so you give him a nod. Sean grins before running off to his horse, and you follow him.

The both of you get onto your respective horses before going off into valentine. Sean continues talking your ear off on the ride into town. He then begins a whole new conversation which catches your interest.

“Is there anyone in camp that ya like?”

Part of you wants to just say ‘you’ but the reasonable part of you tells you to shut the hell up because they will surely ruin whatever friendship the two of you have. You instead opt to shake your head ‘no’.

“Really? Surely you have someone”

You shake your head again, more insistently this time.

“Alright, I’ll let you keep your secrets” he grins, like he know something that you don’t, but there’s no chance he actually knows you like him… right?

You slightly panic at the thought but once again push it to the back of your brain. No way he knows.

Once the two of you get to town, you both quickly enter the store, you to get some more food and Sean to get whatever he gets, you don’t really look at what he’s doing. Afterwards you both go to the saloon.

As Sean gets more and more drinks in him, he talks to anyone who will listen to him, while you mostly continue keeping to yourself. After a few drinks, you gain some courage and decide to tell him how you feel. You begin talking before you can actually think about what you’re about to do.

“Sean”

He turns towards you, looking surprised that you actually said something.

“Holy shit you can speak!”

You roll your eyes before continuing.

“Earlier you asked me if I liked anyone in camp. I do. I like you”

You immediately regret saying that, and your flight instincts kick in, telling you to run before you can suffer any consequences for what you said but as you get up Sean quickly grabs the corner of your coat.

“Hey hey where’re you going? Ya haven’t even heard what I’ve got to say” his usual grin pops back up on his face after being gone for a few seconds. “I like you too big guy”

“… really?”

“Yep”

“Like.. more than a friend, right?”

“Yeah”

You go quiet, thinking about what just happened, shocked. But you don’t have much time to think before a guy beside the two of you begins to speak loudly.

The man quickly begins to spout out some homophobic bullshit to everyone in the saloon, calling you guys ‘devils’ and saying that you should be arrested. You have to drag Sean out of the saloon before he can attempt to fight the guy. You manage to calm him down and after a bit he suggests getting a hotel room for the two of you so you don’t have to go back to camp, which you agree to.

You buy the room, with only one bed because it’s the cheapest option, and after a few minutes Sean sneaks in. The both of you sit on the bed together.

The two of you spend the rest of the night cuddling and talking, well it’s mostly Sean talking, but you don’t seem to mind it anymore.

[male-fanfics-for-days]

Rdr2 Fanfic Titles that I thought up while playing RdrO (Bonus Little descriptions) Im super gay so all of these are for the guys

P.S: these are things I thought about writing, and if anyone actually wants to read them I might write them so comment if you want to read one of them lol P.P.S: I listen to music while I game so most of these are based off songs

I Found An Angel In The Woods - Charles Smith or Javier Escuella x GN angel or supernatural Reader : He stumbles upon a holy scene with a winged individual in the woods, taking his breath away.

Snowflakes In Summer - Arthur Morgan x Male or Gn Reader : With the harsh cold now thawed from their body, that only left sprinkles of tears left to melt away like snowflakes in summer.

The Living Winters Spirit - Anyone guy could work x Gn or Male Supernatural Reader : There was said to be a bounty that roamed, and you only knew you were close when you could see your own breath as if it were the dead of winter, even in the hot sunny day of the desert.

O Widow Waly (based on the song O Willow Waly) - Arthur or Charles x Gn or Male Reader : Even in a time of great loss and sorrow, a new spark of light can be found and flamed.

My Love Will Never Die (also based on a song called My Love Will Never Die) - Arthur Morgan x Male Witch Reader : All you ever wanted was to live a true, good, long life with the love of your life. And nothing was going to stop you from getting that life.

As The Storm, I Am Quiet (based on the song Quiet from the Matilda musical ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ⁱᵗ)  - Anyone guy could work x Male Reader : Anger is Blinding. Rage is burning. Fury is deafening. All that remains is silence.

The Songs I Sing For You (Based on Her Sweet Kiss from The Witcher) - Arthur Morgan x Male Singer Reader : I sing for you till my throat goes dry, my lungs grow weak, and my voice cracks. But you will only see her.

With The Lords Blessing (based on the song Devil’s Backbone by The Civil Wars) - Anyone guy could work x Religious Male Reader : It is said that God as a plan for all his childeren, a path in which they walk and follow, a ‘right’ way to live. Was it truely his plan to have you fall in love with an outlaw?

Strange Sort of Medicine (based on Holler House by Spence Hood) - Arthur, Charles, Javier, John, Bill, Sean or Dutch x Male reader : They would enter, you would scream and make them scream, then? They’d leave healed and healthy as the day they were born.

[softrozene]

Rdr2 Masterlist 2020-2021

As the title says, this is all my rdr2- One Shots, Scenarios, and Headcanons from these years when I wrote it under @/lovingoutlaws!

Headcanons/Scenarios usually have 2-3 characters in it while the Character list focuses on that character!

*If a work doesn’t specify a gender the reader is Gender Neutral/Non-Binary!

Started January 10, 2020

Ended January 6, 2021

ao3 backup link.

Headcanons:

Character Reactions to Dutch wanting a night with their girl: Arthur, John, Javier x Female Reader. They ain’t happy about Dutch having the audacity to ask to have a night with their woman.

Comforting Female Reader who has experienced an assault: Male!Various x Female Reader. Just hurt/comfort for some rdr2 men finding out reader experienced a past assault on her.

Doing the little romantic things for their s/o : Headcanons. Arthur, Charles, and John doing little romantic things for reader.

Being Romantic with Their S/O: Headcanons. Javier and Kieran being romantic with their partner, reader.

New Relationship with a Male S/O: Abigail Roberts/Marston and Sadie Adler headcanons in a relationship with a new partner.

Reader Getting into a Fight: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and John would react to Reader getting into a fight.

Reaction to Shy Adopted Girl: Headcanons on how Arthur, Dutch, and Hosea would react to adopting a shy girl into the gang and how their protectiveness is wholesome.

Short and Feisty Female S/O who Likes to Cuddle: Arthur, Charles, Javier, John, Sean x Female reader. Headcanons on how they react to this type of partner. Fluff.

Stargazing Headcanons: Arthur, Charles, Hosea x Reader. Just some fluffy stargazing headcanons.

Characters:

Abigail Roberts (Marston):

Deserve Better: Abigail x Female Reader. Reader confesses to Abigail after she asks for advice on what to do about John.

Arthur Morgan:

Arthur Turning into a Parent : Arthur x female reader (Father-daughter relationship) fluff headcanons and bonus scenario.

Arthur Comforts reader with past assault: Arthur x Male Reader scenario. Arthur gives some advice/words of comfort when Reader vents to him about a traumatizing experience.

Arthur with a Touch-Starved Reader: Arthur x Reader. Headcanons on how he notices reader is touch-starved and just pure fluff.

Father Headcanons: How Arthur would be with a son, pure fluffy and wholesome headcanons.

Just a Few Minutes: Arthur x Female Reader (Slight n s f w). Arthur is really riled up from seeing how pretty his woman is. He just wants a few minutes with her during a mission. F in chat for Molly’s shawl.

Charles Smith:

Getting Caught: Charles x Female Reader (n s f w). You and Charles get caught doing the do ; )

Hurt Little Bird: Charles x Female Reader. Charles is worried when his partner is taking a while from coming back to camp after a hunt. He goes to search for her and is relieved to find her.

Dutch:

Dutch with a Super Affectionate S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a super affectionate partner both sfw and n s f w.

Dutch with a Younger S/O: headcanons on how Dutch would act with a younger female partner. Both sfw and n s f w

Javier Escuella:

Jealous Javier: Javier x Reader. How Javier reacts when he gets jealous in a n s f w way.

Spanish Flirtations: Javier x Male Reader. Male reader tries to flirt with Javier in his mother tongue only to fail a few pick-up lines. Javier finds it endearing.

John Marston:

Birthday Trip : John Marston x Female Reader. John takes reader on a ‘romantic’ trip for her birthday only for a bunch of accidents to happen along the way. But no worries, it was still a good trip.

John with a Pregnant S/O: John x Female Reader. Reader is worried about telling John about her pregnancy after she heard what happened to Abigail. Arthur reassures her when John finally comes back from a mission.

Josiah Trewlany:

Miss Me: Josiah x Reader. Josiah comes back beat and battered worrying poor reader who would really miss him if something were to happen to him. He is grateful since reader holds a special place in his heart.

Kieran Duffy:

Kieran Reacting to Panic Attacks: Kieran x Reader. How he will help reader during a panic attack.

Lenny Summers:

Fear: Lenny x Male Reader. Lenny wants to come out to the gang since he and (Name) are official, but reader has some fears to talk through.

Molly O’Shea:

Dutch Gets Bamboozled: Molly x Female Reader. Molly finally accepts the offer of the woman she has been seeing behind Dutch’s back. Dutch is livid.

Dutch Gets Bamboozled Part 2: Molly x Female Reader. Part 2 of the other one. Dutch finally gets to see how they are truly living after years have passed by and he is jealous.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean is Struggling: Sean x Female Reader. Ever since Sean has been tortured by the bounty hunters he has PTSD and has some problems with touch. Reader notices and wants to help him.

Sad Yee Haw Hours:

This is just an angst scenario starter event I did on the old tumblr, that I named Sad Yee-Haw Hours because (guess what) I was sad and wanted angst in my life lol. So literally all of these are just angst scenarios. Uh besides that I give warnings before each scenario.

“Everything is going to be okay”: Javier x Male Reader. Reader tells Javier that time heals all wounds :’)

“Please don’t leave me.”: Charles x Reader. Charles is begging reader not to leave them.

“Stop pushing everyone away.” Arthur x Reader x John. Reader is breaking these cowboys’ hearts.

“Just Go.” Josiah Trelawny x Female Reader. Reader finds out Josiah’s secret that he never wanted her to find out.

“Who is it going to be?” Molly x Female Reader. Reader finally asks Molly who she truly wants to be with. Her or Dutch? Reader gets the answer she expected but it still hurts.

“You Can’t Play the Victim Here.” - Arthur Morgan x Female Reader. Reader wants to leave the gang with Arthur and Arthur is confused to why until she reveals something.

“I Thought You Were Dead.” - Charles Smith x Female Reader. Charles finally finds Reader after searching for her (and losing himself) for so long. He wishes he can turn back time.

“Please Look at Me.” Charles Smith x Reader. Reader royally messed up by hurting this man.

“Everything is Going to be Okay.” Arthur Morgan x Male Reader. Very angsty, in which reader stays with Arthur during his last moments.

“You Remind me of Someone.” Sean Macguire x Female Reader. Sean is a complete jerk in this as he messes with Reader’s feelings.

“This Will Never Work.” Andrew Milton x Male Reader. Andrew and Reader have one last meeting before things go terrible for Reader.

[the-butch3r]

Introduction Post

Hey, you can call me Butch. I use he/him pronouns. I'm trans. This is a primarily masc/male reader blog, though I allow fems to interact with my blog.

This blog has gone through plenty of renovations. 99% of my previous posts were deleted. This post is from 2022 because I've edited it multiple times. I'm not a dead account, take my word for that lol

@gayynightmare is my space for reblogs now (as to not clog the fics posted here). Also technically my 'main' account. Here's my AO3. I post most of my stuff on both Tumblr and the Archive, yet feel more comfortable posting things there, so you might find hidden stuff.

If you want to chat through asks or messages, that's cool, I don't bite. Just be respectful. While sending in a request, please remember I'm quite slow with them, especially fics. They take a while depending on a lot of things — and I write pretty slow in general, just because I take it seriously. (And feel free to check up on a request if you're afraid it got eaten up by tumblr)

Requests: Closed

Masterlist/WIPs list

^ (check here if you sent in a request and want to see if i'm working on it or not)

Stuff I Will Write:

RDR2

Kieran

Sean

John

COD

Soap

Ghost

König

Palia

Reth

Pressure

Sebastian Solace

Monster x Mediator

404

List will expand in the future, but for now this all I got.

Request Rules

Normally I'd make a list, but what I will and won't write is really complicated and flexible, so you can really just go crazy with requests and I'll let you know if I'm down to write it or not. Nonetheless, here are basic things I will just say no to, and what I will always write.

I will write any genre of fanfiction. Smut, fluff, angst, whatever. I only write male/gender ambiguous readers, keep that in mind. I will write for platonic/familial relationships. In any smut, I'll only depict the reader as the top.

I won't write character x character or oc, this blog is strictly character x reader. I don’t write AFAB or trans reader, as a trans man. I won’t write bottom reader in any smut. It’s an uncomfortable prospect for me.

These will be added onto in the future. Be sure to double check every time you request.

[amorgansgal]

Can we get some HCs for Arthur/M!Reader trying to be sneaky about their relationship even though everyone in camp has been shipping it for months? Hosea knows everything so idk why they'd even try smh

Oooh I love this so much! I’ve got a fic where basically this is happening and it’s super obvious to everyone else, but Arthur and the other person are like ‘Whaaaaaaaaat??? Noooooooooo. Me fancy them?? You’re crazy! They’re stupid looking and I am 100% not into them, at all.’ This is like one of my fave tropes, so yay! Thank you for your request 😊

You guys think you’re so slick, you think nobody has a clue. The fact that Arthur smiles at you a good deal, praises your ideas, finds any excuse to pat you on the back… I mean, he’s being really subtle. No one is going to know a thing! Arthur Sneaky Flirt Morgan is his name!

As if! Abigail with her keen eyes guesses something is up first. Especially when Arthur gets you a cup of coffee in the morning. He’s never done that with anyone, why start now?

Hosea is also pretty quick to suss things out. I mean, come on, this is the man who’s raised Arthur, who’s seen him go through romances and heart break over the years, who knows exactly what he’s like. OH HE KNOWS!

Abigail may discuss the news with John. John being an oblivious fuck is like ‘Naaah, they just like each other as friends, they don’t fancy each other!’

But when he’s out on a job with you and Arthur, and dealing with Arthur’s constant sarcastic quips, but you get nothing but praise and soft smiles from Arthur, John finally admits to Abigail that something might be going on.

By this point, Abigail rolls her eyes, as most of the camp has caught wind of it!

Susan had caught you both in an embrace. You had insisted you were just checking Arthur for injuries; she points out it’s a funny way to check someone for injuries but leaves you to it.

During one drunken evening, Arthur had pulled you onto his lap, while Karen and Sean had been there. He insists that you had obviously stumbled and fallen onto his lap. They make a big show about Karen “stumbling” and “falling” onto Sean’s lap in turn.

Lenny raises his eyebrows when he catches Arthur holding your hand outside camp. Arthur says you had a splinter in your hand and he was just getting it out. Lenny hides his grin and says he’ll see you both later when he’s done with guard duty.

When you both do “officially” reveal your relationship, you may as well both be commenting that the weather’s good or that Arthur likes his horse. No one is surprised, most of them end up laughing that you two are shocked that they aren’t. After all, you were hiding your relationship SO WELL!

[littlestarofthewest]

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

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

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

Pairing: Sean x male reader

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

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

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

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

"Can you hit one or not?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, who says that?"

"You're not exactly quiet."

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

"What for?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We'll see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That what would work?"

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

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

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

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

[allzelemonz]

Caught: Javier Esquella X Micah Bell X Male Reader X Sean MacGuire

Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘man’ and some Spanish things that might be masculine-ish Primary Sex: AMAB Secondary Sex: Omega Rating: E/Smut, language Warnings: Alpha Micah Bell, Alpha Javier Esquella, Beta Sean MacGuire, a/a/o, threesome, b/o, mating cycles/in heat, scenting, slurs, kissing, anal sex, hand jobs, mentions of breeding, Spanish pet names, Alphas fighting over an Omega, possessive behavior, admission of feelings, open poly ending Summary: Your heat sets in during a job, causing the Alphas to act aggressive to the point of being unable to control themselves. Sean does his best to help out as a Beta, but it’s not quite enough.

It didn’t occur to you until Arthur started acting strange. He of all people usually has some kind of self control, very unlikely to lose his head. But he shot the train passenger all the same. He had only grabbed your arm, trying to get your gun away from you. It wouldn’t have taken much to wrestle away and hit him hard enough to knock him out, but Arthur shot him. And then when Javier got a little close, acting in his usual flirty way, Arthur snapped at him.

“Leave the Omega alone.” He had said.

Arthur also wasn’t the kind of man to bring that sort of thing up, especially on a job. It’s the sort of thing outlaws don’t care about. Only time it matters is during heats and ruts and such, separation being necessary for everyone’s sanity.

“Ya feelin’ alright there, Arthur?” Sean had asked.

But Javier had already gotten defensive. “He’s not yours, cabrón.”

That was about when it clicked.

“Sean.” You had pulled him a little closer and the Beta caught the scent then.

“Oh, we’re right fucked, we are.”

He was right, of course. A bunch of Alphas on the job with an Omega in heat, only one Beta to try and stop them from killing each other on instinct. Fucked only began to describe it. And it only got worse when Micah and Bill got to the meeting spot where you were only supposed to be splitting takes before running back to camp.

Now you find yourself caught. Sean watches the Alpha’s closely as you stand behind him. No one’s tried to kill anyone yet.

“Maybe we can get ya away?” Sean offers. “Out to a cabin an’ ya can deal with things?”

“They’ll kill each other, Sean.” You sigh. “They need a Beat around to help them keep their heads.”

“An’ you need a Beta ta keep ‘em away.”

“I see you’re smarter than you look, Sean.”

“Ah, shove it.”

Micah’s voice cuts in, louder than the rest. “Hold on, cowpokes… the Beta’s gettin’ friendly.”

Sean looks between the Alphas and the harsh looks that form on their faces. “I ain’t doing anything, boys.” He laughs. “Honest.”

“Ain’t yer place.” Bill mutters.

Arthur’s the closest, his scent hits you first and you grit your teeth not to whine. The noise you can stop, but not the slick. No, the slick seeps out and you know what that does to Alphas when they smell it fresh.

“Sean, we need to run.”

It’s not that you wouldn’t enjoy spending a heat with one of them, it’s the situation that scares you. No nest, no real privacy, no contraceptive herbs, four Alphas.

“I hear ya, big man.” Sean says shakily, his arm situated in front of you as you both back away to the horses.

But the Alphas follow with their aggressive scents in full force and the horses are more than spooked. They bolt into the trees, leaving you and Sean with significantly less options.

“What now, cowpokes?” Micah grins.

Sean panics, every bit of his instincts in this moment are to protect and he can’t find a way to do it. “You, uh, you lads can’t all have ‘em… can ya?”

He’s unsure of the tactic, trying to pit them against each other again, but Bill is easily fooled. The large man lunges at Micah, Arthur follows suit with Javier. Sean takes careful steps back, guiding you with him, until you’re far enough away to turn and run. It feels terrible and it hurts, moving so much during heat and an early heat at that.

“Okay…Okay…” Sean stalls, catching his breath. “Hope the lads don’t… kill each other…”

“Probably helps if I’m not there.” You groan, feeling the pain in your balls as the slick sitting there fills much more than it should. “Shit…”

“Ya alright?” Sean guides you to sit against a tree.

“Their fucking scents made everything come faster.”

Sean nods. “Right, right, cabin… ya need a cabin er somethin’.”

“I don’t… shit, Sean, help me.”

“Help ya?”

You nod, the pain making needles shoot everywhere. “It won’t hurt so much… if the fucking slick gets released.”

“Right.” Sean nods. “How’s tha’ work?”

You put your head back against the tree, wishing you had one of the older Betas around that actually knew what they’re doing. “Sex, Sean.”

He smiles for a moment before he registers it fully. “Ah… right.”

“J-Just a handjob.” Your hands fumble at your pants. “I… fuck, I just need to get rid of the slick.”

He watches as you get your dick out of its confines, hardened from the heat and the scents. You grab his wrist and guide his hand to it, groaning at the feeling of his fingers as they wrap around you.

“It’s not gonna take much.” You breathe. “Do it… do it fast, they’ll smell it.”

“Right… Right…” Sean nods, swallowing thickly as he moves his hand.

You try to hold things back for Sean’s sake. His face is so red and Beta’s don’t have the same reactions and instincts Alphas do. He has no idea what this kind of thing feels like and he’s probably never helped anyone through it given his age. Still, he knows how to give a handjob and he has you over the edge in minutes. The slick spurts out heavily and the pain in your balls subsides. It’ll come back when they fill again, repeatedly until you can’t make any more and your body’s had its fill of pleasure.

You take heavy breaths as Sean pulls his bandana off, wiping his hand. He moves to wipe the slick from you but you stop him.

“No point, pants are already ruined.” You groan as you stand, putting yourself away in your pants. “We gotta go.”

“You’re not going anywhere, chiquitito.”

You turn to see Javier with his gun pointed at Sean. He gestures to the side and Sean puts his hands up, following the command and stepping away from you.

He keeps his gun on Sean, turning his head to you. “Come ‘ere, sweet Omega.”

You already have his scent in your nose and your instincts drive you forward. Javier’s not a bad guy, you might’ve asked for his help anyway. One Alpha you can handle.

“Ya okay, big man?” Seans asks you.

You take a shaky breath, pulling your mind to answer. “It’s alright, Sean. Just-Just watch out for the others.”

Javier lowers his gun as you reach him, holstering it to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a kiss. His lips are soft despite the desperation he puts into it. He pulls you against him, hardly a part of your bodies not touching.

“You want me, Omega?” He grunts as you grind your dick into his.

“Help me, Javier.” You say, still holding some of your sense.

He chuckles. “You want me…” A groan as you grind into him just right. “Even when you’re not in heat, don’t you?”

“Shit, Javi…” You gasp as his hands grip tight to your ass. “I do, I really fucking do.”

“I’ll remember that, amor.” He presses kisses along your jaw, trailing until he can take in your scent from the patch. “You smell so damn sweet.”

“Bet he does, greaser.” Micah’s voice, followed by the click of a hammer.

You both freeze, but you can feel the pain coming back in your balls as the slick starts filling again. Having the scents of two Alphas isn’t helping either.

“Micah…” You whine, reaching out for him.

He takes your arm in his hand, pulling you away from Javier and into his chest. Javier turns, hands in the air as he fixes a glare on Micah. You’re not opposed to Micah helping you either, it’s them fighting about it that has you worried.

“S-Share.” You manage to get out before you groan from the pain. “It’ll help more if you…” You wince as slick forces its way out of your dick, what’s dripping from your ass not leaving fast enough. “Both of you, fuck me, please…”

Javier grins. “I can share, bello, since you asked so nicely.”

Micah’s fingers flex over his gun as he looks between you and Javier. Your hands grip at his jacket, your scent patch so close to his face. He holsters his revolver.

“Fine.” He snaps, turning to you and scenting deeply. “I’m goin’ first.”

Hands fly fast and you’re not fully sure who pulls whose pants down. Micah turns you around and Javier gets in front of you. Javier’s hands are gentle as they hold your hips still for Micah to push inside. You can feel the slick gushing out as he does, more leaving your balls to compensate and it gives you enough relief to feel the pleasure and let your instincts take over.

“Alphas…” You say in a moan.

“I think he likes your cock, Bell.” Javier mocks as his hands run under your shirt. “You want ‘em to knot you, mi amor?”

Micah’s lips press along your neck, his hips fucking into so much that you feel Javier’s clothes rub against your dick. If you weren’t in the middle of the woods, if you had a nest, you’d say yes.

“I-I… need…” You shutter from Javier’s hands on your chest. “n-nest…”

“We’ll find a place.” Micah whispers against your ear. “Nice spot ta breed ya, darlin’.”

Javier’s hand drops to your dick, squeezing as Micah thrusts. “You want us to fill you up, amor?”

His other hand goes to your stomach, fingers pressing against it just in time to feel Micah’s seed flood inside and make you swell for a moment before it leaks out without his knot to hold it in. Javier’s hand is what makes you cum, slick shooting out over his clothes.

“That’s it, corazoncito.” Javier soothes. “Let it out.”

“Cabin then?” Micah muses, his hand running over your scent patch. “Give ya a proper fuck, cowpoke?”

You nod, your voice not quite coming to you. Your scent dies down as the lull sets in and slick dries, giving the Alphas a bit of clarity as they find a good spot. Javier gets your pants, your gun belt, everything Micah had shed, and carries them in one hand as he helps you walk with the other. Micah walks in front, guns drawn in case of danger, as he searches for a cabin.

Sean is probably so occupied with the two bigger Alphas that he doesn’t have time to think about where Micah got off to. You can’t imagine having to rein in Bill and Arthur, Micah and Javier are much easier even without the scent of heat.

Micah spots a place, an old cabin in the trees. A little dilapidated, but enough to work. Javier gets you inside, lowering you to the floor carefully as Micah looks around. He comes back with some old blankets as Javier sets your belongings down.

“Ain’t much.” Micah sighs, shrugging off his jacket. “Here, cowpoke. Ya like the smell, right?”

You take it from him, too focused on putting the nest together to thank him much but the gesture does warm your heart.

“Can’t see why, you smell like shit.” Javier mutters.

“Least I ain’t covered in lady’s perfume, ya-“

“Stop.” You say plainly, still mostly focused on the nest. “Don’t like it when you fight.”

You can still smell their hostility but you can’t get the stupid blankets to sit right so you ignore it. Micah’s jacket makes a good pillow despite the leather, it’s cold so it’ll be nice when you’re overheating from all the intimacy. Most of the blankets are ratty but it’s all you have so you make it work. You’ve never had a heat so unprepared before but it seems to be turning out fine.

The ache returns and you look up at the Alphas to get out some final words while you’re all still thinking clearly. “I do actually like you both, it’s not just the heat.”

Micah shuffles on his feet before settling his hands on his gunbelt. “Coulda said somethin’ sooner, cowpoke.”

“Can’t speak for the asshole, but I would’ve been sweet if you asked, mi amor.”

Micah’s scent picks up again and you stand between them. “Stop. We figure that out when I’m over this.”

“Fine by me.” Javier shrugs. “You’re starting to smell sweet again, chiquitito.”

“I know.” You sigh, rubbing your eyes as you feel the slick threaten to drip from your ass. “Whatever you don’t want stuck smelling, keep away from the nest.”

You settle yourself back down onto the blankets as Micah and Javier shed their clothes and weapons. The heat starts to settle in again with the added excitement of seeing the men more and more nude. You take off your own clothes, tossing them away from the nest. You kind of like the shirts and you’ve managed to not get slick on them yet, you don’t plan to now. Javier is skinny, still built, but he has a certain slim frame for an Alpha. Micah is very different, still having not shed his shirt, he has a wider frame with enough extra skin to make you want to feel it. Which is why you’re disappointed when he doesn’t take off his shirt at all.

“Micah?” You can feel your mind clouding again, his probably is too. “Why the shirt?”

Javier pays no mind, settling down next to you and trailing a hand along your leg. His scent travels to you and Micah is right now that you think about it, it’s mixed with a lot of cologne.

“Ain’t nothing ta worry about, darlin’.” He says, laying down on the other side of you.

“It is if I wanna see you.” You turn to him, his scent hitting you now as well and it’s much stronger than Javier’s.

Micah distracts you, pulling you in for a kiss, before you can bring it up again. The heat really hits now, with Micah’s attention and Javier pressing himself close to you from behind. Micah lets his hands wander over your body as yours hold his face, Javier presses kisses over your neck as his hand gently feels around your hole for the slick to gather properly. You grind against it, the instincts coming over you and wanting nothing more than to be full. And Javier isn’t one to keep you waiting. He grips your hip, his knee nudging your legs apart a bit as he pushes inside. You moan against Micah’s lips and have to pull away as Javier starts to fuck into you.

“Alpha…” Your hands drop to cling onto Micah’s shirt.

His eyes flick away from you for a moment, looking behind you at the other Alpha.

“You can have him when I’m done, amor.” Javier whispers in your ear. “My Omega.”

His thrusts push you solidly against Micah and he holds in place for Javier. The feeling of Micah’s dick grinding against yours sends you over the edge, but Javier doesn’t stop. You shutter with his movements, the slick rebuilding fast but you can feel more of him now.

“Javi…” You whine. “K-Knot me, Alpha.”

He smirks against your skin, pausing the kisses along your neck. “I will, mi pequeño tesoro. Anything for you.”

Micah pulls you back into a kiss, hungry and possessive. Likely annoyed Javier’s knotting you first. His hand grabs your dick, pumping it fast. Your nose clogs with nothing with his scent as he gets angry.

“Greaser don’t feel as good as me, do he, Omega?” He growls and it makes your head spin. “Yer mine.”

“Cum for me, Omega.” Javier whispers, his hips faltering as his knot starts to build.

You do, covering Micah’s shirt in slick again, coating his hand too. Javier knots, burying himself and pumping you full with nothing able to drip out. With Javier filling you, another lull sets in and in a few seconds you all have a bit of your minds again.

Javier settles his head to rest on your shoulder. “You know, amor, good chance of, uh…”

“I know.” You sigh, your head resting against Micah’s forehead as you get a chance to admire his eyes between surprisingly soft kisses. “Hosea’ll have something to stop it.”

“Good.” Javier chuckles. “No one wants another Micah around camp.”

“Shut it, greaser.”

Javier picks his head up to look at Micah over your shoulder. “That’s starting to become a little endearing when you say it, estúpido.”

“Sounds like you wanna fuck him more than me half the time.” You mumble, agreeing.

“If I didn’t want my turn, I’d shoot ya both.”

“Your turn with him or me?” Javier laughs.

Micah growls and it makes you duck your head on instinct.

“Don’t make shit start until Javier’s relaxed, asshole.” You hiss.

He presses a kiss to your head and mumbles a hardly present apology.

Javier tightens his grip around you as he settles again. “What happened with Arthur an’ Bill anyway?”

“Hell if I know.” Micah mutters. “Don’t righty care, s’long ‘s they stay ‘way from here.”

You feel Javier trail his lips along your ear. “Omega’s choice, Micah.”

“Don’t start.” You sigh.

“I’m close enough, mi amor, might as well get started.” His hands drop a bit to softly palm your balls. “You would have fucked them too, right? Needy little Omega, just needed an Alpha ta fuck him.”

You groan at the attention from his hand. “Don’t just wanna fuck you idiots.”

“But you wouldn’t say no to them, would you?” Javier teases. “We’re sweet but you’d let them fuck you rough.”

“He ain’t a whore, Esquella.”

“Never said he was, just that he probably wouldn’t mind letting Bill and Arthur fuck him ‘til he couldn’t talk.”

“Our job.” Micah growls, pressing himself against you.

“Ooh, now you wanna share, puta.”

“Shut up…” You breathe shakily, their teasing and Alpha scents making the heat start up again in a rush. “Just… both of you fuck me, it might make things end sooner.”

“Why would we want it to end, chiquitito?” Javier muses. “You smell so sweet when you’re in heat.”

“I’m serious, Javi. It’s not safe out here, this needs to end soon.”

“‘s all right, Omega.” Micah hums. “We’ll take care ‘a ya.”

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Rdr2 Sean x Male reader

I'm not sure how to start this but the first of it is that the reader is the leader of a gang that actually has power, like political power, money, land and many men that work for him, he's respected by his people and the people that know/ fear him, he's at the top but the general public doesn't know about him, only people with a really really high status.

The reader meets the vdl gang and befreiend them. He finds it cute how durch thinks that his small little gang is something significant, so he sticks around and helps them from the shadows. At some point the reader reveals who he is and is course they are shocked, but the reader just held them that over the time he's known them he decided that he would give them all the life they deserved so they can all live happily ( except Micah >:/ )

Also while sieben time with the gang he befriended Sean but this friendship turned into much more and when the reader revealed who he is Sean decided to stay with him

I just had this idea in mind with a reader being the leader of a gang that's actually poweful/ intimidating soo... I hope you have time. Don't stress yourself i can wait and thank you :)

Oh shit this is so creative !! Thank you sm !! :33

[miguel-owhora]

SEAN MACGUIRE MASTERLIST

SEP. 2024

FINGERING HIM

[its-deputy-caleb]

hi it is me again coming to say I love you and to request some sean/m!reader general fluffy/romantic stuff?

BRO ILYSM! 😩i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it!!

Fluff HC’s

Sean and you have always gotten along, the two of you having always been jokesters it was really only natural that you started dating.

You were in that strange area between not dating but also knowing you were more than friends until at Sean’s return party.

With enough whiskey in Sean’s system for half a town he wandered over to you and wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you in front of everyone.

You’ve been joined at the hip ever since and the two of you are always seen hugging around camp.

While you’re just a wild as Sean, you do have more of a level head than him. When you’re helping out with chores around camp, he’ll come up and cuddle you even if you insist the work has to be done Sean will hold onto you for the next hour.

You love doing guard duty together because you just get spend time with the man you love, often sharing a bottle of whiskey while you watch the tree line.

Sometimes when the gang is particularly down after a bad job or a visit from the Pinkertons Sean will come and sit by you and just tuck his head under your chin.

The two of you love to just hold each other when you both need that comfort. Sean can struggle to ask for what he needs but a cuddle is your way of showing it.

That being said Sean loves you and trusts you enough to share his feelings with you. Despite the jokes about his infamous ‘da stories’ Sean will tell you about his family and his up brining in the quiet hours of the night.

Sometimes the two of you will have a little laugh about the childhood memories you both decide to share and other times Sean ends up crying into your chest while your arms wrap protectively around him.

Both you and Sean love physical affection, especially when its just the two of you alone. When you cuddle on your bedrolls you take turns being the little spoon and no matter what Sean will snore into your ear but its adorable nonetheless.

You two are always each other’s first pick when it comes to choosing a partner for a job. You both want to prove yourselves to the camp but Sean more than anything wants that approval.

You often hold his face in your hands and kiss his nose while you tell him how important he is to the camp and to you most importantly.

There’s been numerous times where either you or Sean have returned from the saloon or a job and need patching up after a bad fight.

You’ve never seen Sean so scared as to when you returned to camp with life threatening injuries on your chest and abdomen and he didn’t sleep until you were all patched up.

Sean has had his fair share of bar fights and so you often sit by the camp fire wrapping him in bandages and kissing all his bruises.

There are times where you managed to escape from camp for some time to yourselves, often going on dates to the river for a late night skinny dip, robberies or to take Ennis and your horse for long rides.

One time you went on a little adventure of some of the mountains in the Grizzlies, taking a week to go hiking and camping.

On a particularly big rock you hand to hoist Sean up when he couldn’t climb up and you ended up playfully teasing him about it for the rest of the day. His blush is the cutest thing you’ve seen.

Your favourite memory of the two of you together is from that hiking trip when you stayed in an abandoned cabin overnight.

Waking up in the morning, Sean was beside you sleeping softly. The light was shining through the cracks of the wooden planks, making his face glow softly as you tucked a strand of his orange hair behind his ear and kissed him gently.

[toutallyahoe]

drabble dump pt3

requested by: –

pairing(s): various x male reader

warnings: cursing, character death, hints of smut

a/n: bruhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"case" — sherlock holmes (sherlock)

[Name] sighed as he watched the self-proclaimed sociopath prance around the room, looking every crevice of the area to deduced what happened with the victim sprawled lifelessly in the middle of the room.

"Did you really need to take a case in the middle of our date?" [Name] said in annoyance and defeat as he watched Sherlock gave him a quick look.

"It's a case... what more exciting do you want?" Said Sherlock who looked back to investigate.

Sighing, [Name] rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"It's a date, Sherlock," [Name] pouted.

"It's a case, [Name]," Sherlock retorted.

"pity" — sebastian moran (sherlock)

Sebastian wasn't one to pity. He absolutely wasn't. But looking at the broken man in front of him, crying his heart out because of Jim?

The human and empathetic part of him that he tried so desperately to shove away had escaped and encased himself with guilt and pity.

Sebastian knew this man, [Name] didn't deserve this. [Name] merely had the unfortunate fate to gather Jim's attention.

They were both happy at first.

Until everything fell down the drain when [Name] figured out who Jim was. And now, here [Name] was, imprisoned and broken.

Sebastian couldn't help but feel pity.

"drift away" — chisaki kai (boku no hero academia)

Perhaps Kai should've done more.

Perhaps he should've given more time.

Perhaps... he should have seen the signs.

Was he too blind and ignorant to see how he and [Name] drifted away from each other?

The loving smiles Kai used to receive from [Name] and the warmth of his hugs were gone. Day by day, they saw less from each other.

Until one day, [Name] asked for him to stay, even just for a moment...

He should've said yes.

He should've took time.

He should've seen the pain in [Name]'s eyes when he said no.

Now, both drifted apart.

"adorable" — bilbo baggins (the hobbit)

[Name] was a large man, in a hobbit's perspective that is. Well, even in his own kind, he was taller than the average human. But despite that, Bilbo couldn't help but find his husband adorable.

[Name], tall man with scars littered on his body.

[Name], his husband.

And [Name] who was currently playing with the little fauntlings of the Shire.

Bilbo smiled as he watched [Name] watched amused as five fauntlings tried their best to climb the tall man. Laughter and giggling the fauntlings were as [Name] kneeled down, only to be jump by them.

Yes, Bilbo found it adorable.

"fun" — sean macguire (red dead redemption 2)

[Name] kept quiet when Sean's hands slowly went from his chest to trailing downwards. Sean giving him an innocent smile as he saw [Name] watched him.

"Come on big fella," Sean purred. "Don't ya want a fun time?"

[Name] grunted as he felt Sean slipped his hands inside his trousers and rubbed his crotch. Biting his bottom lip to conceal any noises leaving his lips, his hand entangled on Sean's red hair. Pulling Sean's locks as he forced Sean to look up as the Irishman groaned from his harsh actions.

"Shut up," [Name] grunted as he kissed Sean's neck.

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