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Dirty Sheets, a Morbell oneshot from my Van der Linde Biker Gang AU, is on Ao3!

Fandom: RDR

Rating: E

Pairings/characters: Micah Bell/Arthur Morgan

Tags/warnings: Biker Gang AU, first time bottom Arthur, top Micah, sex inside Micah's motorhome ("Micah's love shack on wheels")

Summary: Arthur lets Micah fuck him for the first time.

A/N: Didn't expect this one, did ya! Me neither lol.

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"Put your ass up for me, would you? Wanna see what I'm working with."

"Creep," Arthur said affectionally, but he did push his ass up.

Micah got back up on the bed, holding a small white bottle in his hand, sticky near the top. The choice of lubricant looked neutral enough. Good. They weren't the sort to have sex that smelled of flowers.

"Such a pretty little hole. Oh, is it winking at me? Likes being praised, does it? Just like you."

"Shut up."

"So pretty. And all for me, hm? Hungry, too. So hungry for my fingers, and for my cock. You haven't fed it right. I'll feed it properly, boy. I know juuust what you need."

Micah's dirty talk was atrocious, and yet Arthur couldn't swallow all the spit that welled up underneath his tongue. His touches were a purer and more familiar kind of good. Long strokes across Arthur's ass, his hole, his balls, down to the back of his thighs, the crease between them and his knees, even the creased-up backs of his feet through the worn materials of his socks. There was the sound of the bottle of lubricant being shook. It probably didn't need that, but the sound made what was going to happen more imminent. So did Micah's intense gaze.

Arthur shuddered, hyperaware of where Micah's callused fingers held his asscheeks open.

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that one playstation achievement i hate

commissions open!!

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"I've been a bad man."

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He just teasing us

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Quick drawing of Micah

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Lil' VanDerBell for my friends @cerseidm and San who cosplayed them wonderfully! We even made a CMV together!

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doodle I did because I was sad and needed to cheer up

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don't forget to be the way you are

my first commissioned work! thanks so much to my client who had great ideas that matched my style. hope you enjoy the artwork! if anyone wants a commission hit my dms :)

instagram post

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dumping old trash on tumblr again I'm so stuck lately

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A mimir

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sniffle. I fear im hyperfixated on him at the moment. <//3

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vanderbell. the shipname that sounds like a beautiful flower but in actuality is a chopped man and a schizophrenic mom hate fucking in the corner as their lives go to shit

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the weirdly vengeful and petty tones aborted babies take in pro-life propaganda images are so funny like this passive aggressive "was it worth it mommy?" and "it's a shame you can't join me in heaven mommy 😔" like do you ever wonder if you were aborted for a reason you little bitch ass baby

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More Micah Bell PLEASE!

twirls hair

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i NEED to write about rdr men having the most nasty, smelly, sweaty, stinky sex ever. like they lock themselves in a room in a hotel or something, and come out sweaty and stink up the place with bo, sweat, musk, and sex.

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dad giving you your first beer? is that anything? he never let his sweet daughter touch the stuff, but you’re his son now. a man. and this is what men do. you’re both in the yard, maybe, stargazing in those ubiquitous shitty plastic lawn chairs. aren’t you cold, kid? here, come sit in your old man’s lap. and finish that bottle, that’ll warm you up. good boy.

this is so so so good. love the idea of dad letting me cuddle close to him, on the porch or out back next to a fire. settling into his lap, smelling the alcohol on his breath as he wraps a blanket around us both. him chuckling at the face i make when i try a sip from his beer. "aw, c'mon champ, it can't be that bad." he ruffles my hair and hands me my own bottle. "i want you to finish that. it's a rite of passage for a boy your age." listening to crickets and the crackles of the campfire, staring up at the stars as he points out the constellations he knows. nuzzling even closer as the night gets colder, feeling dad's chest rise and fall. "you cold bud? no, we don't have to go inside. c'mere." he slides a hand under my shirt and rubs my back up and down. "that feel better?" i nod up at him and he huffs out, "being a boy certainly hasn't turned you into less of a priss, huh?" he laughs, but his tone isn't malicious.

he lets me drink a beer or two more, watches me get tipsy, and has a few more himself. "you're a good kid.." he says, staring down at me with a look i can't quite place. he shifts me in his lap, pulling me close. "always wanted a son, y'know.." he adjusts his position under me. "always wanted a boy of my own... god. quit lookin' at me like that." dad stares down at his son, with a mix of hunger and hesitation in his eyes. "like what dad?" he settles a hand on the nape of my neck and ignores his son's question. "you're becomin' such a handsome young man, aren't you?" i lean into dad's touch and he lets out a gruff noise, a satisfied purr. "dad's pretty boy..." he rocks his hips up, letting his son feel the half-hard cock in his sweatpants. "don't worry kiddo. it's alright. this just happens sometimes when you're a man. let dad just.." his cock rubs back up against my ass, and pushes me down against his lap. "c'mon sport. help your old man out."