#[ but yeah Micah :( ... head in hands. ]

[johnpriceslamb]

arthur morgan + back shots🙏

suggestive content under the cut. MDNI.

The headboard of the bed banged onto the thin, hotel wall.

A rough, calloused hand muffled your mouth as his other hand grabs a fist full of your hair— practically forcing your back to be arched.

After a long train robbery, with Micah pulling at his last straws and the amount of people he had to deal with, this was his reward. The anger within him diminished into a small ball once he heard your shy, meek request in going to a hotel from the gang to have a break. What he didn’t know, was that soft laced matching set which delicately rested on your perfect figure.

“Yeah? Yeah? Feel that, sweetheart?” The hand which held the fistful of your hair travels down to where his cock shaped into you too well- the bump forming in your stomach reappearing each time he thrusted deeper into your tight, velvety walls. He presses his fingers down, hearing your muffled gasps and cries.

You sobbed into his hand when his hips slammed into yours multiple times, which lead to his fingers coming back to hold your hair to pull you back further into his touch. The tip of his drooling member reaching places you’ve never thought existed, pre-cum spilling.

The walls were thin, but so was his restraint in fucking you till you couldn’t think.

“What a— ffuu— What a real good girl you are,” he leans a down to grunt in your ear, gently nipping it. You unconsciously tighten around him at the praise, which lead to him deliciously groaning right in your ears. That sound alone could make you cum.

The bristles of his stubble graze your skin which made you softly whine. He peers down to admire your sweaty, sticky body only to bite his lip hard once seeing your plump ass. His hand travels down to roughly grab it, watching it bounce as his dick slams into you.

“Hnnn..” He grunts lowly, a slow smirk forming on his face as he feels your walls tighten. You were so close, too close. Drool escapes your mouth as his pace became slower, yet the everlasting thrusts become so much more harder. You could feel every vein on his cock drag. Your nails claw at the bedsheets below you. Finally, his hand leaves your mouth to place on both your hips to allow him to practically re-arrange your guts.

Your sweet moans were echoing throughout the walls, he ushers you to be quiet but it was far too difficult considering how he was handling you.

“P—please..” You babble incoherently, long lashes dripping with tears from the pleasure he’s giving you. You don’t have to finish your sentence because he knew all too well of what you needed. His fingers come below to find that sensitive bundle of flesh which was in need of attention, rubbing figure 8’s on it.

Your tight walls spasm around him, hands clenching on the bedsheets tightly with your doe-y eyes rolling backing— his other hand frantically grabbing your chin to turn your head around so he could see the expression etched on your delicate face. A series of cum coats his cock like a white rimmed halo, from that alone was your spend.

“Darlin’,” He kisses your cheek, “Where do i—”

“Inside,” You softly whimper, “Please, fill me.”

Whatever his baby girl wanted, she got. A few more rough slams and his climax came quickly, dripping inside of you. It filled you to the brim. Hot, wet, and sticky.

With just a few last pumps, the movement of his hips stop. He doesn’t remove it, rather he buries himself deeper inside your sensitive little hole. Any movement from him etched out a tiny whine.

A sleepy smile formed on your face as you watch his burly figure come into your vision. He handles you so delicately afterwards, watching his soaked fingers from the prepping he did beforehand cup your face to place a small kiss on your lips.

“Needed that.” He mumbles lowly.

“You’re welcome..” You quietly whisper back.

A moment of silence occurs.

His cock hardens inside you again.

<3

[repulsiveliquidation]

We Might As Well Try || Jessie Fleming

summary : you're pretty sure if you tried hard enough, Jessie could somehow put a baby in you. With scientific testing, of course.

warnings : smut. strap on's, fingering, cunnilingus. breeding kink.

“Jessie, look!” you whine, walking past some baby clothes. You turned to see Jessie smiling softly as you picked up the smallest pair of Air Force One’s you’d ever seen.

“Aren’t they the cutest thing?” you sigh, putting them back carefully.

“Not as cute as you, angel,” Jessie said under her breath which you heard, sending a deep blush up your cheeks in the middle of JD. Your fingers grazed all the tiny onesies and little jumpers in the baby section of the store, Jessie following behind you secretly taking a picture of all the pieces you liked.

“I want a baby so bad,” you sighed as you slipped into the passenger seat of her car. You were pouting, sadly putting your seatbelt on.

Jessie on the other hand felt like she was about to combust on the spot. Her heart was racing and her ears were ringing. She felt her hands get clammy and her mind struggling to focus on how to get you home safely without jumping you in the backseat of her car.

You were going on and on about your little nephew who was just about to turn 6 months old. Your sister had just gone back to work permanently and you were more than happy to babysit when she needed since you worked from home.

Every time Jessie came home after training and was met by a mess of toys in her living room and her favorite person playing with her favorite person’s favorite person (she took no offence to not holding the title herself, admitting she was jealous of a baby was “apparently childish,”) she felt her heart almost give out at the thought of the scene in front of her with a child of her own. A little girl that had your eyes or a little boy that had her smile was something she wished she could make happen ASAP.

Jessie sits in the driver’s seat, pondering deeply about how she was going to go about this. She didn’t want to scare you or make you feel uncomfortable. She wanted what she knew you wanted too but her shy nature was holding her back.

Her worrying came to a screeching halt when the next day she saw you holding your nephew in your arms so close. She physically felt her ovaries burst inside of her. She felt her heart erupt in pure affection for you. It was like she was high on drugs.

Later that night in bed, she turned over and gently took the book in your hands away from you. You were about to grumble at her when you looked at her face and saw that she was nervous. Uh oh. That’s not good.

“What is it, Jess?” you asked cautiously, turning over to get more comfortable under the sheets.

“Today, seeing you with Micah,” she pauses, biting her lip.

“Yeah?”

“Iwantababywithyoubutialsowanttoputitinyouandiknowthat’snotpossiblebutwhatharmisthereintrying?”

“You wanna try that again but slow?” you tell her sarcastically, with raised eyebrows.

“I want a baby with you, but I also want to put it in you and I know that’s not possible but what harm is there in trying?” Jessie said in one breath, panting by the end of it.

“Excuse me?”

“Wait, you don’t want kids?” Jessie exclaims, sitting up in bed suddenly. Her face changes and she starts to turn red from embarrassment.

“What, no! Of course I do! It’s just,” you pause, thinking about her ringing request in your head, “that last bit…I think it’s possible.”

It’s Jessie’s turn to raise her eyebrows and look at you like you’ve got three heads and a peanut for a brain.

“That’s not possible.”

“I think it is.”

“I don’t have a dick.”

“You’ve got a plastic dick. It’s in the name, Jessie.”

“Still not possible.”

“I just think people haven’t been trying hard enough.”

“You’re insane.”

“And I want a baby,” you tell Jessie, scooting closer to her, lips pressed right on her ear.

“I want your baby. One you put in me.”

Jessie Fleming was very sure that she had just passed away. Her heart stopped and her brain short-circuited the moment the words left your mouth. She felt her hands move on their own accord, grabbing your waist and pulling you on top of her.

You gasped, settling on top of her with just a nightgown on. Her hands caressed your hips. Her eyes focused on your breasts. Her mind was in the gutter and she could not give a fuck.

“Fuck, her child-bearing hips,” she thought, hands grasping them.

“Those full fucking breasts,” she moaned audibly, biting her bottom lip. You had an idea of her thoughts, grinding gently down on her middle. You were sure if she did have a dick that worked, it would be poking you. But the idea that she had hers on her bedside table, ready to go, for hours and hours on end was far more exciting. Plus it had a person on the other end who wanted to make you feel good and cared more about your pleasure than theirs.

Now that Jessie had her thoughts collected, she threw you off her and pinned you down, hands holding your wrists above your head. She kissed all along your nape and suckled long on your neck, which left your legs trembling and pussy throbbing.  

“I think we might as well try to put a baby in you, shall we? Could be important you know, for science or some shit.”

“…For science?”

“Yes. Now are we going to try or not?”

Jessie’s fingers slipped between your legs, cupping your core gently. She smiled, feeling the wet patch in your underwear. Three of her fingers slowly rubbed wide circles, lips kissing along your nape over the marks she was leaving.

“Do you want me to put a baby in you, sweetheart?”

A deep shiver goes straight down your spine. You’ve never been so turned on in your life, you have to hold yourself back from cumming right then and there.

“Yes, please.”

“Remembered your manners, such a good girl already.”

She gently slipped off the bed, eyes locked into yours. She smiled, rummaging in the bedside table for her harness. You watched eagerly as she slipped it on and pulled out your favorite toy. You grinned and played with your breasts softly, kneading them in your hands and feeling your nipples harden. They poked through your baby blue gown, sensitive as you flicked your finger over them through the fabric.

Jessie’s eyes darken as she looks at you. You bite your lip and turn over, pressing your ass high up. She groans and watches the fabric fall smoothly over your hips. Feeling her eyes on you, you wiggle your way out of your ruined panties, throwing them somewhere in the room.

Jessie’s hands pull your hips close to the edge of the bed, yanking your knees wide open and your pussy exposed. Two fingers slip straight into your wet hole, aimlessly jabbing themselves into you. Your whines muffle into the mattress, Jessie’s fingers curling down into your sweet spot with every alternate push of her fingers. Her tongue slips in to suckle at your clit, feeling it throb on the muscle.

“Is this the pussy I’m gonna fill with a baby, baby?” Jessie coos, caressing your ass softly. You whine, feeling her fingers fill you till the webbing. They feel full, knuckles dragging against the ridges inside you.

“Yes, p-put a baby in me please!”

“It would be my pleasure,” Jessie smirks, pulling her fingers out and slipping her cock straight into you. It’s thick and deep, filling you in ways her fingers could only dream of.   

Jessie threw her brown hair back and grinned, hips thrusting hard and fast into your pussy. There were squelching and slapping sounds that reverberated around the room, turning you both on immensely.

She doesn’t seem to slow down, hips pistoning into your core like there was no tomorrow. Jessie presses your chest down into the bed more, almost standing above you to thrust into your wet pussy. Her knuckles were almost white with how tight she held you in place, muscles rippling in all the right places.

You sputtered and took all that she gave you, head spinning with pleasure as your lover used you in the name of science. You reached back to hold her hand and felt your heart grow fonder when she took it.

She gently moved you onto your back while keeping her cock inside you, lips pressed softly against your nose.

“I love you,” she muttered, kissing you briefly.

“I love you too, Jess,” you tell her, cupping her cheek as you feel her hips begin to speed up again. In this position, she’s able to lift your hips just a tad to get the angle she needs to pound right into your sweet spot.

The spine-tingling squeal you let out at one particular thrust told her all she needed to know.

“There, babygirl?”

“Right fucking there, Jessie!”

You see white and feel your insides knot up before the wave of intense pleasure washes over you.

But Jessie doesn’t stop or slow down like she normally does.

You’re pretty sure she’s speeding up.

“Jessie!”

“Fuck babe,” she pants, thrusting wildly. She looks up at you and you’re sure you’ve never been more in love with her as her next words leave her lips.

“Want me to come in ya?”

Your brain short-circuits and you can almost feel the little people in there scrambling to fix the problem so you can answer her.

“Fuck yes!”  

Five more powerful thrusts and you feel Jessie trembling on top of you. She whines your name as she comes, legs turning to jelly and cock slipping out. She pushes herself off you and you crawl into her side, kissing her jaw softly.

“I think that worked, Jess.”

“We’ll send your mum the ultrasound so she can boast to her book club.”

[sommerbueckers]

𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝⁷

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✰ 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

✰ 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨...

✰ 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐤

✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟏.𝟕𝐤

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I COULD PRACTICALLY FEEL the sweat dripping off my body as me and Noella wrote down our answer on our whiteboard. The question was, 'Who is the only president to serve two non-consecutive terms?' I was a mastermind when it came to history and random facts, and after carefully reading everyone else's face, I knew they were toast.

"Okay, who's ready?" Micah asked.

"We are," Noella smiled proudly, crossing her arms and leaning back on the couch.

"Mom?" I called, glancing at her.

"Bring it on," she made 'come here' motions with her fingers and laughed along with my dad.

"Okay, everyone flip your boards. And the answer is..." Micah trailed off as he reached forward to flip the card over and read the answer, "damnit! Grover Cleveland."

Noella stood up and jumped around, throwing her hands in the air. "Let's effing go! Let's effing gooo!" she sang.

"Bro sit down," Micah groaned, covering his face with his hands.

Paige shook her head, setting the board down beside her on the couch. "Right, y'all ain't win yet."

"You're right," I nodded, "but we might as well have the way the scores are lookin'." I stood up slowly and shrugged, beginning to join Noella in whatever dance she had found herself doing now.

My mom and dad laughed from their seats on the couch, Micah looked about ready to die, and Paige held a look that I couldn't quite read. She was comfortably leaning back on the couch, her eyebrows raised as she watched Noella and I dance around in circles.

"How about we make this interesting," she suddenly suggested.

Everyone calmed at her words, urging her to go on.

"You guys are way ahead of everybody else in general points, right?"

"That's right," Noella sassed, earning a laugh from me.

"Okay. So let's make the final game all or nothing," Paige said.

Micah dapped her up, "Best fuckin' idea ever, i'm down."

"Of course you are Mickey, you're losing," our dad laughed quietly, shaking his head.

"No literally, someone is clearly a sore loser," I snorted.

"I'm not a sore loser. I just think that if we're gonna let them keep all their points, then we may as well call it a night. Nobody is gonna catch up to them in one game," he defended.

"What's the game?" Noella asked curiously, obviously debating in her head.

"And you can't pick basketball!" I chimed in.

"I was thinkin' Twister," Paige smirked.

I tensed up at the mention of Twister. It wasn't that I didn't like the game, but the thought of having to twist and bend around Paige with my brother watching us made me slightly uneasy. My body had a mind of its own when I was around Paige, and who knew what the night would bring.

"Ou, hard pass," my dad frowned, "these legs don't work like they used to I tell ya."

"Yeah kids that's too much for me, i'm getting too old for anything that isn't a board game," my mom added soon after. "But you guys should go ahead."

"You sure?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"Positive," the woman sighed and stood up with my father following suit, "just make sure y'all clean up whatever mess you make."

"We gotchu mama c," Noella reassured her, giving her a hug goodnight.

"Goodnight you four, don't stay up too late," my dad pointed at us sternly, narrowing his eyes specifically at Micah and Paige before he and my mom disappeared upstairs.

I glanced at my phone, 12:32. Tossing it onto the couch I nodded my head, "Alright, let's do it."

Micah stood up and headed to the basement to get the game while Paige, Noella, and I moved the furniture around to set it up. Noella, out of breath after hardly helping to lift the coffee table, left to the kitchen to get something to drink, leaving Paige and I alone for the first time that night.

Paige sat back down on the couch with a huff, resting her hands behind her head and staring at me. "You excited to play?" she asked me, the ghost of a smirk on her face.

"To play and kick your ass? Of course," I shrugged simply, avoiding her eyes. I couldn't let her know how flustered I was getting at the idea of me on top of her again...or her on top of me. I sat down opposite of her, fiddling with the loose threads on the couch.

"If you can even focus," she challenged.

"What makes you think I won't be able to?" I challenged right back, but she was nowhere near as bothered as I was. In fact, I doubt she was bothered at all.

I could see Noella standing in the doorway of the kitchen, she was holding onto the frame as she slid up and down it in an oddly seductive way. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips parted.

What a sick fuck.

She stifled her laughter when she reentered the living room, Micah coming in not long after with a dusty Twister box in his arms. He set it down on the floor and roughly pulled the cap off, "Me and Noella, you and Paige," he pointed.

"Why're we switching the teams?" Noella frowned.

"We're not, but i'm not playing Twister with my sister. So we'll each send someone from our team to represent us."

"Oh, he's a smart boy," Noella nodded with an impressed expression.

"We'll go first," Paige offered, quickly raising her brows at me and standing up from her seat not the couch. "Are you spinning for me?"

"Yeah," Micah said. Noella moved to sit next to him, their legs touching from how close they were. Nobody thought anything of it, nobody except for Micah whose head was practically spinning. "Y'all ready?" he asked.

With the nods of our heads, Micah flicked his fingers at the spinner and everyone watched in anticipation as the arrow went in circles around the colors. When it finally stopped, Paige had to put her right hand on a red circle. Then it was Noella's turn to spin, and following that was me putting my left hand on green.

Paige's left foot on green.

My right foot on blue.

Paige's left hand on green.

My right hand on blue.

I was facing the floor, bent over underneath Paige who was no doubt enjoying every second of this. I could see Noella out of the corner of my eye, she was shaking her head and smirking. She was the only one who knew just how painfully awkward this was for me, and I couldn't even blame her when she failed to hold back a laugh.

Micah frowned, "How does this game even work? Like how do you win?"

"Whoever falls first I guess," Noella shrugged in response. "Just take your turn."

Micah rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "Paige," he called out, "right foot on yellow."

"Bet," she nodded.

I waited patiently for Paige to take her turn while Micah watched Noella spin. Suddenly, I felt a slight pressure between my legs. I looked down immediately to find Paige right knee being the source, her leg angled at just the right position to reach me. I could hear her laughing from behind me, and when I turned to glare back at her, she pressed her knee in harder.

I bit my lip to stop an involuntary moan from slipping out, letting my head fall low on my shoulders.

"Left hand on green sonnie," Noella stated.

I put my left hand on green, and Paige moved her knee around on me. My foot slipped from the circle it was on, briefly closing around Paige's knee and sending a wave of pleasure through me.

"Oh," I sighed out.

Paige's own stability faltered before she allowed herself to fall on top of me. We went down with a slight Thud! and Noella threw her hands in the air again.

"Paige fell first! We win!" she shouted.

"How?! Sonnie's foot slipped!"

"Doesn't matter, she didn't fall, Paige did."

"I think I like this position," Paige mumbled quietly to me, "i'll have to remember this for later."

She pushed herself off of me and turned me over, helping me up. I glanced at her with slightly wide eyes as we moved to make ourselves comfortable on the couch, taking the spinner from Micah and Noella. We sat beside each other, but I could barely focus on what we were supposed to be doing.

"Stay up tonight," Paige whispered, pretending to scratch the side of her head when she looked at me.

"Left foot on yellow Nola," I said before lowering my voice to a whisper to respond to the blonde beside me, "for what?"

She nudged my thigh with her own, "you know what."

"Maybe I don't," I said, casually resting my arm on one of her shoulders. "and need you to tell me."

Paige turned to me, her eyes falling down to my lips before she looked back up at me. I could feel her breath warm the tip of my nose, and my tongue darted across my lips.

"Right hand on blue," Paige called out, her eyes not leaving mine.

I pressed my thighs together, turning away from her as I took the spinner. She rested her hand on my thigh, lightly tracing shapes on the soft skin. I squirmed a bit, "Right..." pull yourself together Sommer, "right hand on red."

"Spread your legs..."

"Paige, no," I whisper yell, "not right here."

"You're no fun."

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MY HEAD WAS BURIED deep in my pillow as Paige pounded in and out of me. I moaned into the soft cushion, my fingers coming around the bedsheets to grab two full handfuls. I felt her gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking my head back up. She pressed a kiss to my shoulder, slightly moving aside the strap of my top.

"You're so good at being quiet," she breathed out.

I could feel my release building inside of me, my walls clenching tightly around the strap.

"Paige..." I whined.

Letting go of my hair, she fully pressed her chest against my back, the sides of our faces touching.

"You're gonna...make me...cum," I said between breaths, tilting my head as she started to kiss my neck. She picked up her pace, her grunts filled the room and she slithered her hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I moaned uncontrollably into her hand, screwing my eyes shut as I felt the pleasure become overwhelming.

Her phone buzzed from my bedside table, she ignored it.

"You wanna cum baby?" she whispered into my ear.

I nodded eagerly, not even caring how pathetic I looked. It was what Paige wanted, and I would always give her what she wanted.

"C'mon then, cum for me."

Her permission was like a key to a locked door, that door being the orgasm I had managed to hold off for the last thirty seconds.

My cum spilled out onto her strap, pouring out of me like water out of a faucet. Sweaty and completely fucked out, I let my head fall back into the pillow. Paige slowly pulled out of me, taking the strap off and setting it down onto the floor. She crawled up next to me and stroked her hand over my matted hair, "So pretty..." she mumbled.

"You can't even see me," I said, my voice muffled.

"I don't have to."

Slowly, I lifted my head to meet her eyes. She was staring at me with the most tender eyes anyone had ever given me. It was in that moment that I couldn't even believe I had questioned her feelings for me, Paige had to have feelings for me. We had sex anytime she came home from school, and it wasn't casual, not to me.

She stood up from the bed and stretched, "We should probably go back down, don't wanna fall asleep up here or nothin'," she suggested.

I nodded in agreement, "I'm gonna freshen up first."

"Yeah, you need it," she snorted, raising her eyebrows.

I grabbed the nearest pillow I could find and launched it over at her, "Fuck you," I laughed.

"I'd let you but you're all fucked out," she pouted mockingly and opened my door, "see you downstairs."

Damn...that's it?

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[musings-ofthe-unamused]

The Distance Between Us

Pairing: Micah Yujin x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Ooo it just makes sense to me that my first repost on this account is Micah Yujin

You shut the door quietly tiptoeing inside your room. It felt odd to be doing that inside your own room, but you didn’t want to wake up the snoring mass on your bed. It had been about two hours since you woke up, but he was here, still sleeping like a rock. It was almost cute. You set down the large plushie in your arms and took out your phone. A line of drool spilled out of his open mouth and his arm was thrown over the side of the bed. The sight itself would make a perfect screensaver. So you took a picture, immediately setting it to rest on your screen.

“Micah,” You whispered. “Micah, wake up.”

He let out a groan. “Five more minutes.”

You poked his cheek. “Micah~. C’mon get your lazy ass up.”

“No! I don’t wanna go to school!” He rolled over, batting your hand away.”

“Ok, fine. Have it your way.” You took in a deep breath then shouted as loudly as you could. “HOLY SHIT! MICAH, YOU’RE GONNA MISS THE BUS!!”

“Fuck!!”

Micah got tangled in all the blankets, panicking to get up. He fell off the bed then sat up, looking around. Instead of finding a parent yelling at him, he found you covering your mouth, trying not to laugh. Micah slowly stood and blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

“Still dreaming about school?” You giggled.

“Shut up.” He rubbed his head. “What time is it?”

You walked over to him, fixing his bed head. “Almost 2. You slept in for pretty long.”

“We did stay up until three am,” He yawned, stretching out his muscles Then his eyes widened. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“My flight. It leaves in like two hours.”

“Oh.”

You knew he would be leaving at some point. You just didn’t think it was going to be right after he came to visit. You backed away from him. It was so sudden that he came, You were too caught up in the happiness of not only having your dream first date, but having him that you didn't even think about how long he would be staying.

Micah shrugged. “Well, it’s too late now. Guess I have to leave at the end of the week.”

“But I live close to the airport so-“

“Nope.”

Micah pulled on your arm and dragged you down onto your mattress. You let out a small laugh and he buried his face in your neck. His hold was tight. You held him back just as tightly. It was sort of endearing, the way he wanted to stay here with you. 

“Can you really stay until the end of the week?”

“Wouldn’t you like that, angel?” He whispered in your neck.

“What happens if I say yes?”

“Then I’ll be one happy man.”

“But you can’t stay?”

He leaned back slightly and looked up at you. “If you want me to.”

“I-“ You paused, looking away. “I want to say yes. But what will you do about work? Or the fact that you came here with almost nothing?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” He sat up, laughing slightly. He then spotted the new addition of plushies on your bed. “What's this?”

“Oh!” You picked it up and handed it to him. “For you!”

He took it. “For me?”

“Yeah! You gave me one to keep me company so…I did the same.”

Micah inspected it, squishing it gently. “What animal even is it? A cat? Fox? Dog?”

“Uhh….yes.”

“Perfect.”

***

The airport was busy. It took a while to be able to even find a parking spot. Now you waited for Micah as he bought some snacks and a drink. He came out, struggling to carry the stuff he bought and the plushie. You took the plushie. 

“Thank you, angel.”

“Got everything?”

“Think so..” He looked around then his eyes met yours as he grinned. “Just need you.”

You groaned. “Alright, come on Mr. Suave, let’s go check to see which gate you’re at.”

“You think I’m suave?”

“Only sometimes.”

He laughed. Your heart ached. That fucking laugh was a gift to hear in real life, not through a screen. And that would be gone soon. You two made your way to the large screen showing all flights. You wished that all of yesterday never ended. Watching movies, playing card games, making jokes, and just being in each other's presence felt like it was a lifetime away. 

If life could be like a fairytale, that would be amazing. Living in the bubble of happiness that he gave you would have been amazing. Yet, as much as you hated it, life gave you other plans. When he wasn’t being a menace or making you blush, he looked peaceful. As if he was constantly thinking about something that made him happy.  You watched as Micah pouted, sitting on his suitcase as he crossed his arms and stared up and searched for his flight number. You held his plushie in your arms, squeezing it tightly. 

He squinted. “Can I just stay?”

“Yes”

“Really?”

“No,” You rolled your eyes. “We both have work. And someone decided flying down here without a plan was a good idea.”

“It was,” Micah mumbled, pursing his lips and looking away. “You seemed to enjoy it anyway.”

You walked over to him and poked his shoulder. He looked up at you. Normally (as normal as knowing him for a week is), you would be annoyed by that stupidly cute pout on his face. All you wanted to do was make him smile. Leave off on a good note instead of sad. 

“We can talk once you’re back.”

“But it’s not the same.” 

“Then visit again.”

His face lit up. You help up a finger, your face twisting in a scowl.

“But we need a plan! Like what we’re gonna do about work, how long you’re actually gonna stay…you know. Responsible stuff.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you calling me irresponsible?”

“Maybe.”

“You could’ve kicked me out. Accepting a stranger into your home through your window isn’t very responsible either.”

You placed a hand on your heart. “You’re right! I promise I’ll do better, Micah Yujin.”

He pat your head. “That’s better.”

You two giggled and he stood, gulping down the rest of his energy drink. You scrunched your nose. You had no idea how he constantly threw those back, much less before a flight. If it were you, you would just pop some dramamine and hope you stayed passed out the whole flight. The two of you started to walk in silence towards the security check. His shoulders bumped into you and you squeezed the plushie as hard as you could, biting your lip.

“Well,” He turned towards you. “This is were we part.”

“It is.”

“I feel like we’re in a romance movie,” He chuckled. “But seriously, I’m glad I came down here.”

You held out the plushie towards him. “Me too. I’ll talk to you later, Yujin. Don’t miss me too much.”

“Thank you, angel. At least someone wants to go home with me,” He put on a falsetto voice and poked at the plushie. “Isn’t that right, Skrunkly Jr.?”

“Is that the name you’re going with?”

He shrugged. “Seemed fitting.”

You laughed. “Alright. Get going or you’re gonna be late.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.” You waved and then started to walk away. It hurt more than you thought it would. 

“Wait! I forgot something!”

You turned around on your foot, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. “Really, Micah? I told you to make sure you have everything before we-”

“Shut up, I’m gonna kiss you now!”

Micah’s arm wrapped around your waist and he dipped you down. Your breath caught in your throat as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to keep from falling. His lips were chapped and tasted like the Cherry Blade Lemonade Bang he bought earlier. It was mostly sweet with a slight sourness to it. A jolt of electricity went down your spine as you felt your face flush. Micah pulled away, not meeting your eyes.

“Uh.”

“Bye.”

He turned and hightailed the fuck out. You watched with wide eyes as Skrunkly Jr. fell off the top of his suitcase. He picked it up and hugged it close to him. A trail of muttered “shit, shit, shit” was all that was left. You placed two of your fingers to your lips and then covered your face with your hands. Did he just dip and kiss you in public? You turned around, trying not to smile too widely as you left the airport. When you made it back in your car, you took out your phone. 

Micah💩: fhdsjalfhdjsla

Micah💩: vcxbzjvksbj oh my god

Micah💩: I cant believe i did that

You: neither can i

Micah💩: forgive me

You: 🤨are you saying you didnt like kissing me

Micah💩: i liked it very much

You: then there’s nothing to apologize for

Micah💩: did you like it?

You: i did. 

You: i also liked the taste of that bang

You: i’ll be energized for hours ;)

Micah💩: gfhjslghfjlsdghjfld

Micah💩: I need to board

Micah💩: i’ll miss you

Micah💩: and i’ll be recovering from this the whole time

Micah💩: talk to you later

You: Be safe. Let me know when you land.

You set your phone down. After a deep breath, you screamed and hit your hands against the steering wheel. What was that man thinking? Yes, you enjoyed it. Yes, it was a great first kiss and not awkward at all. But god fucking damn it, it made you want more. It made you miss him. A part of you wanted to stop the plane, drag him off it, and take him home. Your heart was happy but it sank a little at the thought of the growing distance between the two of you. 

“God,” You grumbled to yourself. “I’m gonna miss that idiot so much.”

[miguel-owhora]

little drabble at 4 am. woke up to finish this.

cw — blow jobs , consensual drug usage , not beta read

fems n minors dnf, you will be blocked.

Whatever weed you had given Micah, it was working. He felt light and fuzzy, like sinking into a field of cotton, or swimming in a pool of silk — it didn't make sense, it shouldn't make sense, but it felt nice all the same. There's an emptiness to his head that's nice, but it does make him feel a little... weird. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to keep him alert — if a little sluggishly.

Nevermind, though. You had promised him no one came out to this cliff side, neither animals nor man. And for once, Micah had trusted you — and wasn't that so crazy? Micah Bell, trusting you of all people? Perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising, he had unknowingly found himself gravitating towards you since your first nightly encounter. It still unsettled Micah whenever he thought about it, when you stumbled upon him, without any undergarments to cover himself, how you had — 'foolishly, stupidly, charmingly,' he thought — offered to help him out with his problem.

And then what became of that. Sneaking away from the rest of the gang to more private areas, like school couples running from their peers. How many nights were spent together, drinking alcohol or blackening their lungs or drugging themselves, exploring each other's bodies in a way that would get you both hanged. In a way that was forbidden by society, outlawed.

But since when did Micah care about expectations and about following the law? He was an outlaw for crying out loud! Micah Bell didn't care about that — it was survival of the fittest, a dog eat dog world — a world where he could partake in any pleasure he wanted and not care about the consequences.

Which is how it circles back to you and Micah being fuck buddies. Just the thought alone makes him shudder, and he's sure it's not because of you licking the tip of his cock, letting the white bead of pre drop on your tongue, before it vanishes into your pink mouth.

Silver plumes of smoke slip from Micah's lips as he exhales, a low groan tumbling from his lips as he feels you throat his cock. Your throat is warm and slick, a perfect cavern. His cock twitches when he feels your tongue lick along a protruding vein, circle around his cockhead — feels you drool down his length.

Micah watches with dilated pupils, leaning back against the log, inhaling the unique scent of the burning weed. Your laying on your sides, legs curled up in a way that has your ass pressing against your pants, in a way that definitely caught his attention. Your head slowly bobs, one arm laying against his lap, whilst the other fondles with what you cannot fit into your mouth.

"You've quite the mouth on you, cowpoke," He drawls, speech more slurred from the combination of your perverse affection and from the weed. A low moan slips from his chapped lips when you hold your head down for a moment, nursing his cock before slowly lifting back up.

Your hand cupped around his dick moves, slowly and methodically, jerking him off and keeping him hard, even when the leftover spit on his dick cools without your mouth to keep it warm.

"I've had the experience," You dryly say, glancing back at him. Your eyes are dark in the night, the moonlight shyly peering down at you. But even then, Micah doesn't need to actually see your eyes to know how they stare at him; all doe eyes and pretty, making him weak, making him feel like he's going to do something even more irrational.

Micah swallows.

"Yeah, I bet you have," He snarks, resorting back to his usual defense whenever he feels out of place. "Bet you've done the same to other men, huh? To the other fellers in the gang - probably let them use that pretty mouth the same way you let me use it."

You pinch his inner thighs, and snort when he jerks.

"Micahhhhh," You drawl out, tilting your head back onto his belly. He stares down at you, shadows slithering over his face, cracks of moonlight painting his blonde hair silver. He stares at you with his usual grimace, but it's not so harsh.

"What?" He says, lips twitching as if he's fighting not to sneer down at you. You hum, plucking the joint from his fingers and place it between your lips, taking a drag. The smoke slips down to your lungs, and it burns in a nice way.

You tilt your head, having the basic decency to not blow it in his face. Not like Micah, who you've grown so accustomed to blowing the smoke in your face that you've built an immunity to a reaction. Still, Micah plucks the joint straight out of your fingers and you roll your eyes.

"Shut up." You say, to his previous question. You roll your head forward again, hand still slowly jerking him off, and lean down to lick a flat stripe over his head. You snort when he gives an involuntary jerk of his hips, and you follow his cock and slip the head inside your mouth.

You're all too pleased by the low groan that tumbles from his mouth, and you can just imagine the scruffy man placing a hand over his mouth to muffle himself. Of course the most obnoxious and arrogant and vile man you've ever had the dishonor of meeting is flustered about making noises. You roll your eyes at the thought and slowly bob your head, the routine familiar, as it the taste of Micah's cock in your mouth.

Micah's not the biggest you've taken, somewhere around average, but it feels absolutely perfect in your mouth.

It sits heavy on your tongue, the taste of it salty and musky, in a way that you try to ignore how he probably hasn't bathed in God knows how long. Not because it necessarily grosses you out, but how it turns you on. You sink his cock deeper into your throat, tongue tracing a protruding vein that snakes on his length, a testament to how much you enjoy the taste and feel of him.

Of course, you'd never admit that. Micah was arrogant enough, he didn't need to know just how much his filthy nature made you hard.

The outlaw doesn't seem to notice, head tilting back as he groaned low in his throat, the blunt in his hands wafting with smoke. His cock throbbed in your throat, and you slurped around his length, before slowly bobbing your head.

He groans out your name, low and gravelly with arousal.

"Christ," He swears, eyebrows pinching together. There's a pretty red stripe blooming across his face. His breathing is heavier than usual, one of his hand slithering into your hair and gripping it — surprisingly, it's not harsh, and he doesn't tug on it He just grips it, following your motion as you bob your head.

It doesn't take long til' you feel his cock throb, twitching. You increase your tongue movements, your bobbing, and Micah let's out a few sounds of pleasure, gasping and immediately biting his lip to silence himself as he finally, finally, grips your hair and pushes you down to the base of his cock.

Your nose buries into the golden nest of pubes, his scent stronger and heavier there. His cock throbs in your mouth, jolting as spurts of cum spill in your mouth, well, down your throat. It's just like Micah to not give you a choice in swallowing, and you find that you don't care, really.

After a few minutes, Micah relaxes his grip on your hair. You pull off his softening cock and immediately grip his face. It catches him off guard, and even moreso when you kiss him.

It's nasty, messy, teeth clinking together and your tongue forcibly slipping inside his mouth, if only to deposit the leftover cum. Micah groans, accidentally dropping the blunt, his hands coming to grip your shoulders and hold onto you. He's filthy, diabolical, and very into the kiss, tongues meeting each other and trading saliva, licking over teeth and gums, spit dribbling down both your chins as you make out like the filthy, rancid animals you both were.

You smile against his lips.

[nexionswild]

IN WHICH MANEATER!reader admits their feelings for the van der linde boys. [p.1] [p.2]

includes: arthur ∿ john ∿ dutch ∿ hosea ∿ javier ∿ micah.

content warning: none, pure fluff, no pronouns [GN], some fem!words [“minx” “temptress”]

a/n: first headcanons in a while! personality may not be as accurate but eh, do what you will !!

✦ ﹒ arthur morgan

you.. what?

arthur doesn’t believe in being remotely worthy of any romantic interests, he always thought you were out of his league. needless to say, it’s a pretty loving yet interesting surprise. he even comes as far as questioning your tastes in men.

but of course, he doesn’t say no, and god knows what would happen to his mental state if he ever dismissed your feelings.

by the time your confession came out, he’d admit that he loved admiring you from a distance, seeing how you swayed men with your charms and wits. it was always fascinating for him in a weird way. he can’t quite put it in words, but by simply observing you, he could feel things.

“alright, alright … i’ll take the goddamn minx’s hand, but don’tcha go cryin’ on Grimshaw’s dress if ya’ startin’ to regret yer decision, understand?”

obviously, he’s so grateful to have you under his wing now. it’s almost like a dream he’ll never want to wake up from, it’s a blessing, even.

although arthur still doubt how long you’ll stay with him, due to his bad experience during his first relationships with some women, he’s trying to be optimistic about the way it will turn out.

he doesn’t have much to say or do, except awkwardly appreciating your presence and the way all of your attention shifted onto him, but he’s not a slacker in this relationship, hell no.

you’re constantly victim of his tease, and often gets to be his main focus every now and then. being a natural gentleman, he doesn’t mind offering you help during your missions. and his treatment gets especially more overwhelming after a task that includes seducing a feller for information. he’d like to say that he’s not the jealous type, he understands you’re just doing your job, but god. he should be the only man that gets to hear all of these sweet words.

✦ ﹒ john marston

completely and utterly baffled. him? you and him? together?

“why?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. he regrets it.

when you explained it’s really by the way he behaves with you, the way he’s gentle and soft for you, always slacking around until he gets to work when you ask him to from dutch’s part, that’s where he realizes, he really didn’t made any efforts to try and keep his feelings away from you. he is embarrassed.

lord knows how red his face was when you admitted that he may be one of the most tender man you’ve ever came across from the millions of other ones you had to seduce for survival, to think he was one in a million, in a way, you made him feel special.

he could only hide his lips with the back of his hand as he reluctantly tried to look at you, in which he desperately can’t. and while you await his answer, his heart keeps beating faster and faster, he worries you may even hear the sound of his heartbeat from where you are.

eventually, after a long moment of awkward, peaceful silence, with the sounds of birds and winds clearing the void of noises your head, john eventually grumbled a little “yeah, i guess i like you too.”

he can’t believe that he managed to get into a relationship with someone as charismatic as you, knowing he absolutely has zero charms. but this reality doesn’t apply to you, it seems. with the way you shower him in compliments and constantly pampering him with kisses ever since your confession, it makes it hard to believe that he wouldn’t be a man of interest.

in return, he’d quietly shove all of his love and affection by pulling you into a simple hug or enticing you to join their partying when the gang suddenly pops out the alcohol and plays music for some event. he’s a fun man when he tries to be, otherwise, it’s really just long, and silent moments of adoration as he hugs and cuddles you from behind.

before he even got together with you, he was already a little frustrated with the men you had to engage with for the sake of the mission, but now that you’re his, his frustration is even worse.

“you better try and come up with som’ other plans, regarding [y/n] dutch.”

✦ ﹒ dutch van der linde

“of course, i’ll love you forever.”

he’ll tease you about your feelings, dutch already grew a reputation amongst women for his ability to entertain with just talks and conversations. he even swayed men to like him for being friendly. after all, why do you think he knows and have contacts with so many people?

admittedly, dutch secretly loved it when you confessed to him. there’s something about you initiating it that sparks a bigger interest in you. you were a pretty thing to look at, a painting in exposition for a museum. of course he had his eyes on you for a long while ever since you joined.

he only puts you in those (insufferable) tasks to see you in action, and boy, was he impressed with the way you’d easily wrap those creeps, men and women alike, around your finger so quickly. not only were you useful for the gang, but you proved you’re more worthy than those petty missions.

he’ll never admit how he would also punish himself watching you whisper those sweet-nothings into their ear, only hosea knew the kind of face he would make when you did your job.

surprisingly committed and devoted into this relationship, you honestly expected something lacking. i mean, the way he treated molly should’ve trigger those red flags, but there’s something about him that you couldn’t quite touch on, that was so annoyingly attractive. and that devotion never faded away, you always kept him entertain in some wicked way, god knows what kind of poison you have for him to be so hooked on you.

he’d always slide his hand around your waist, tracing the edge of your body with his fingers as he looked down on you. and the way you gracefully accepted his touch only made him want to crave for more, he wants more of your subtle validation every time he shares an intimate moment with you. you’re his elixir, and he will never stop getting sick if it means consuming you more and more.

don’t expect this relationship to end. he will never let go of you. ever.

good luck trying to contribute to the gang and do your job, because dutch will never stop fucking up your work for the simple fact that he should be the only one who gets to experience your seduction.

“i should seriously come up with different plans now that you’re mine.”

✦ ﹒ hosea matthews

it took hosea some convincing to let him know that you were serious about your feelings, he always took everything under a sarcastic joke, until he realizes you actually mean it, his smile drops as he’s processing the information.

hosea is aware he’s not as devilishly handsome as dutch, he thinks of himself as a boring old man who likes novels and wisdom. to think you, a young and seductive temptress, in love with him? he doesn’t know how to eat that in a whole.

that is probably the first time you ever seen him that nervous, but the way he plays it out as a joke was still endearing, but annoying, at the same time.

“who forced you? i swear, i won’t be mad if ya’ just told me, y’know?”

when he finally accepts the fact that you’re really interested, hosea couldn’t help but smile again. he’s a jokester, seriously, what do you see in that guy? he makes you laugh. (nudge nudge, wink wink) and the sheer fact that he made you bend over (not in that way)mon your tummy as you try to suppress your laughter into quiet snorts so many times was just charming, in your opinion. and impressive as well. no men made you laugh like that before.

you couldn’t care less if he was too old or too modest, he was the perfect amount of gentleman. he’s been loyal to you like some kind of butler, and it was just so lovely to see him act like such a domestic husband when you ask nothing from him, and it was even more funny to see him quietly appreciating your flirtatious remarks before you got together.

now that you are in a relationship, your teasing has gotten even worse, and hosea desperately tries to keep up with you but you always left him in long flustered silences before he cracks another joke to try and change the topic. but he doesn’t leave you do all the talk, when you need comforting words after a mission, he’s here. and he’s the perfect man for encouragement and motivation.

he understands that it must be hard to always be a man’s attention, and he couldn’t be any more proud of you for trying to play your part for the sake of the gang. he doesn’t care about the comments you have to use towards these men for information, he knows whatever you do or say, he’s the only one you love, and you’re the only one he loves.

“you’re just.. perfect.”

✦ ﹒ javier escuella

you’ve never seen him so. happily. flustered.

he doesn’t want to show this side to you, he’s a scary outlaw who knows how to handle a knife, guns and such. but you made his heart flutter, how is he supposed to react to your feelings in a way that wouldn’t miserably damage his image as a brave yet intimidating gunman?

being generally polite and soft-spoken, you couldn’t hear him literally grumbling in spanish under his breath, not like you could understand him anyways, he was talking too fast in your opinion.

“ay.. dios mío. i don’t know how to say it. but, i really..”

he can’t afford to look you in the eyes, you’re so beautiful and precious. you’re no saint and that, he shamefully loves it, so much. no amount of words can describe how he loves seeing you talking your way out of conflict with those honey words. and because of that, you’ll only ever hear his confession in spanish before he pulls you in an embrace, which told you that he’ll happily stay by your side if that’s what you want.

it frustrates you that he’ll only talk about his feelings in his native language, that’s his mother tongue, and as much as you love to hear his love words in spanish, you also want to know what that means. you want to hear those words clear and loud, and javier can’t help but chuckle at your desperation. it was adorable. he didn’t know you had that side for him; being cute. usually, he would only see you tempting men and women, or constantly hearing your teases.

seeing you pout just made him want to speak spanish more often, he savors everything you offer him. and there couldn’t be anything more delicious than your new expressions, he especially loves it when you blush for him, because it came to a point where hearing his mexican rants was.. weirdly attractive.

“te quiero mucho, querida.”

✦ ﹒ micah bell

WHAT? you had all the men in the world and out of everything, you chose him? him???

he doesn’t understand you, he really doesn’t. he’s been here, shaming all of your good graces and degrading you into oblivion since your sole purpose here is “to pretend to be a sexworker” and you like him?

fine. he may have been under your spell as well, i mean, you’re attractive. he knows that you are, why else would dutch set you up in dirty work like that? — but he have way too much pride, and if you think he’ll apologize for his behavior or told you about how he felt about you, safe to say: don’t get your hopes up.

not only is he straight up puzzled, but the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes he’s been craving for you this whole time, he was just in denial. he had too much confidence and pride to admit that he’d ever fall in love with someone like you, i mean, he’s been acting like this for so many years, what makes you different from the others? why was your attention so important to him? you’re nothing but some whore, right? or so he thought.

“fine.. but don’t get yer’ hopes up, pretty girl. just cuz’ i’m blessin’ you with my last name don’t mean anythin’. got that, sweetheart?’

he’s lying. you know he is. blessing you with his last name? is he expecting you to stay until marriage?

not that you mind, since you’re crazy enough to develop feelings for him. and he’s crazy enough to make you want this marriage.

ever since that day, micah has been noticeably more attentive towards you, both by hearing out your adventures and by touch. you wouldn’t notice him scooting closer and closer whenever you talked, you wouldn’t notice the way his head cocked to the side as his hand slid up your waist, tracing the frame of your body before reaching your shoulder and firmly grabbing it, pulling you closer to him. you only noticed when you felt his breath tickling your chin.

oh, he enjoys having an effect on you. all those months, he’d seen you play your way with people in sexual nonsense. he never liked how you got all the attention, or that you were focus on anyone else but him for that matter, but now he’s got you just where he wants you to be, right beneath him.

he loves to see you get quiet when he’s close.

“well? don’tcha keep me waitin’ pretty girl, better talk or waste my time.”

[kokushibosbestie]

Lil Zeyn_Syre Crush Headcanons ♡

A/N: I literally thought of these at 3am but I was too tired to grab my laptop so here we are! BTW, this isn't anything fancy, these are just me being delusional and sharing it with my luvs. <3

WARNINGS: Slight cussing, mention of death, possible spoilers for Zeyn_Syre's OCS, fluff, crushing.

Christian Dean ☆

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPEEE

I swear, he will blatantly stare at you and doesn't care if you notice

And he'd definitely flirt a LOT

the teasing is REAL. Like, prepare to be teased ALL the time

If you're not okay with being touched, he'll keep his hands to himself but there is going to be a lot of touching otherwise

Hand kisses, putting his hand on your thigh/knee, arm around you/on waist, ruffling/playing with your hair 😩😩😩

And he does this even before y'all get together bc why not?

You and his sister HAVE to get along because now you're apart of his "I would will kill for you" list 😊

Dirty jokes 24/7

Pet names: Baby, babe, love, princess/prince, gorgeous, handsome, etc.

"Damn love, you're fucking sexy. Not sure if I can keep my hands off of you baby~" AHHHHHH

COMPLIMENTS COMPLIMENTS COMPLIMENTS 😳😳😳

Tbh tho, he is traumatized from his previous crush Destiny, who died, so he's gonna deny it for a while

So be gentle pls, he just wants to be loved without having to lose someone for once

SUPPPPPPERRRR PROTECTIVEEE

If another guy even LOOKS at you in a flirty way, he's going to death glare them until they leave typa protective

So imagine what would happen if someone touched you 💀

if you tell him that someone did something to you that hurt you emotionally or physically, even if it was 3 years ago; he's gonna find them and they're gonna go missing- 😀

And, no matter how tall you are or how much you weigh, he will still throw you over his back and carry you around like you don't weigh anything- 😘

Or hold you bridal style

He will listen to you rant for hours, just listening to you talk

little "mhm,"'s "yeah?"'s and "hm"'s while you're talking

and he will never, EVER cut you off while your ranting and will only speak when you're finished

AJSMDKWKCNWKQKDBCJFBWLFIQBCKRKQB-

You fell first, he fell harder ☆

Micah ▨

Fuc me emo boy fuc me emo boy

AHEM

SOFTIE AHHJHHFDKKDEKQKNAMW

Sorry-

He's so adorable

Turns BRIGHT RED if you even stand a foot away. 🤗

Headpat slut

Also enjoys listening to you talk

Will let you touch him, but doesn't really touch you

The most he'll do is hold your hand and pat your head

And an occasional hug here and there

But he's the jealous af kinda protective

Writes poems and songs about you but will never share them with you because he thinks you don't like him

Compliments here and there

He just calls you by your name or a preferred nickname, no pet names

You're the sun to his moon, no matter if you're an extrovert or introvert 😚

When you do stupid shit, he'll sigh loudly and ask you why your doing that 😭

ABSOLUTELY HAS A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST WITH OVER 400 SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU

Stay With Me, Dandelions, So This Is What Love Feels Like, etc.

He listens to that playlist with headphones on for hours in his room alone, just thinking about you

Boy is in loveeee 😌

Teaches you how to play the guitar

WILL NOT BE THE ONE WHO CONFESSES

but

if he does,

Its gonna be while you are talking gushing over your crush, which is him, but you don't tell him that part

"I'm sorry but I don't want to hear you gush over someone else like that! I want to be the one you're talking about! Why can't you see how much I like you what I'd do for you??"

He realizes what he said and apologized, before trying to leave you better not let him leave 😒

He fell first and harder ▨

Zeyn Dean ✿

Idk if her last name is Dean but I'm assuming so bc that's her brother's last name

She has a casual crush, but doesn't think too much about it unless you get close

Becomes a little quieter around you than normal 😀

LOVES HUGS

She loves going to the mall with you or teaching you how to play a sport

Study sessions if you go to school together

Will always remember every special date bc she's a good friend

SUPPPPPEERRRRRR EXTROVERTED AND LOVING 😘

Frequently makes jokes

Y'all be laughing at the worst dad jokes ever

MAKEOVERS AND SLEEPOVERS ALL THE TIME!!! 😍

Likes playing video games

Yk how little kids will do the most simple, easy thing to do and excitedly say "Mommy, daddy, look what I just did! Did you see that???"

Well that's her

If her brother approves of you, then she'll probably not confess. 😅

You're her best friend before you're anything else though

FRIENDSHIP FIRST 😎

Not the jealous type, she's a little too nice sometimes.

Singing Call Me Maybe, Rather Be, Stereo Hearts, and other upbeat songs all the time 😚

But she will get a little paranoid at times and calls you to make sure you're okay.

Pet names: Sweetheart, sunshine, and just a nickname

Holding hands: yes

Leaning on shoulder: Yes

Holding hands: YES

MY GIRL LOVES STARBURST AND TWIZLERS SO U BETTER GET HER SOME

anyways

She fell first, you fell harder and then she fell even HARDER. ✿

* * * These characters and art are NOT MINE, they Belong to Zeyn_Syre on Tiktok and YouTube. The writing is prompt and writing is mine, please do not claim, copy, or use it without my permission. Thank you! <3

[simp-ly-in-love]

Micah Sickfic

Micah taking care of his sick S/O (gender neutral)

***

He’s a bastard.

He shouldn’t be finding this nearly as charming as he is. Micah was sure you’d no doubt be cussing him out as the weirdo he is if you could hack your way into his inner monologue right about now. Not that it was ever particularly hard to guess what he was thinking…

But you’re much too weak for that at the moment. Shivering under a mountain of blankets, a cool rag resting on your forehead to try and reduce the fever you were sporting. Snotty and clammy looking, and yet Micah couldn’t get enough.

He chalks his spike in affections up to seeing a new side of you- you’ve been almost painfully forthright with him since he arrived. He finds your dependence on him incredibly endearing. It helps reassure him that no matter how sharp your tongue, you feel safe enough with him to let him see you this vulnerable.

And it’s not like he minds spoiling you a bit :)

“Alright angel, soups on” he coos, carrying over a bowl. He sits himself on the edge of your bed, offering up a spoonful to you after blowing on it gently to help it cool. You give a weak shake of your head, it’s frankly all you can muster at the moment, which makes Micah frown in turn.

“I know you feel like crap, but this will help- promise. It’ll warm you up… you can manage a few bites, yeah?” he presses. A few beats pass, but slowly you shift to a sitting position.

“That’s it baby” Micah praises with a grin. The way your skin flushes just a shade darker at his praise makes Micah think that not all of it is because of the fever…

He drops words of encouragement after every bite you take, allowing you to tap out when half the bowls contents are drained.

“I knew you could do it! How was it?” He asks, setting the bowl on your nightstand in order to give his full attention to you.

“I can’t really taste anything… but it did help warm me up” you admit. Who’d have thought that the first time you’d be trying Chef Micah’s food would be when you couldn’t taste at all?

He smiles once more, leaning over place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“M-micah” you scold with a shudder. His lips feel incredibly warm, not to mention you’re a bit sensitive from the achiness of your cold.

“Still hot” Micah assesses, ignoring your fluster.

“You could have used your hand… or the thermometer” you pout, laying back down. “You’ll get sick”

A soft smile breaks out at your concern for him. “Awww I didn’t know you cared so much, Angel”

“I don’t… I just don’t want to drop everything to take care of you if you get sick” you grumble back. It just makes Micah’s grin grow further. If you’re well enough to start sassing him back, then you must be on the up an up.

Under normal circumstances, he’d tease you back “It means so much to me that you’d take care of me when I’m sick <3″, but he lets it slide. “Well lucky me, my immune system is as solid as a rock angel. Impenetrable” he replies instead.

You barely hum in response, looking like you’re just about ready to dose off again. Micah moves to grab your rag, preparing to fetch you a new one when you grab his wrist.

“Thank you Micah…” Maybe it’s the fever making you delirious, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re looking at him with so much sweetness, but it makes his heart jump in his throat. He has to physically restrain himself from snuggling you to death in that moment, sickness be damned.

“Anything for you”

He switches your grip so that he is now holding onto your hand, laying a featherlight kiss onto the back of your it before leaving the room, bowl and rag in hand.

You smile, squeezing the plush he gifted you weeks ago just a little tighter before drifting off to sleep…

[pretty-boy-streaming]

Hey! Can I request a Micah Yujin x ftm Reader

You sure can!

TV-G: ftm!reader, fluff, sweetness, micah being a little jerk, hacking (ofc), sleepytime reader

You tapped away at your computer, lazily writing a response to your friend's post. Your eyes began feeling heavy, and you considered going to sleep.

Ding!

Your eyes slowly opened and you saw a familiar hacking calling card.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"Mmn... Micah..." You opened up your chatroom and began to call Micah. His face popped on the screen, smiling at him.

"Heyyy, loser."

"Mmn, hey, Micah..."

Micah cocked his head. "Are you tired? You seem like you're sleepy."

"I am..." You yawned and rested your head on your hand. "I was about to go to sleep, but then you called me..."

He chuckled quietly. "Ah... did you remove your binder?"

"Yeah, I usually do before winding down..." Your eyes slipped close. "Why, you wanna see something?"

"Of course not." He smiled softly. "I just want to make sure you're okay, yeah? Don't want you getting hurt."

You sleepily smiled. "Mmn... thanks, Micah..." Your head suddenly slammed on your desk and you shot up in your chair. It took you a moment as you looked around to realize that Micah was laughing. Hard.

"Ho-o-oly shit! You actually did that!"

Your face heated up and you glared at him. "Shut up, Micah!"

"Hahaha!! S-Sorry-! Hah! It was just funny!"

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. "Oh whatever..."

He slowly stopped laughing and took a deep breath in. "Oh... sorry. Are you okay..?"

"Yeah... my forehead hurts a bit." You rubbed your forehead.

"Aww, I'm sorry, pretty boy..."

You looked away. "You know how I feel whenever you call me pretty boy..."

"Well, you are one, y'know... a really pretty boy..."

"Shut up, Micah..." You tapped a few things on your computer. "I'm gonna go to sleep, alright?"

"Okayy..." He pouted. "Can we talk again tomorrow?"

"Of course, handsome."

His cheeks darkened and he smiled bashfully. "...Can't wait..."

[sixgunluvr]

A Love To Protect

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Mature Age 18+ Readers ONLY.

Pairing Arthur with a female reader.

There may be errors. I read through these a couple times but I still may miss things.

The fire crackled as it cast a warm glow on your faces even as the chilly wind whispered across the desolate expanse of your wilderness camp. An endless sky teeming with stars wrapped itself around you, while the scent of wood smoke and sagebrush hinted at untamed lands that lay beyond your safe haven.

As the dishes were passed around, Arthur caught your eye and gave you a slow smile that sent your pulse skipping. That ruggedly handsome outlaw cowboy had somehow managed to capture your heart with his strong moral values and unwavering devotion.

As you sat next to him in the midst of your makeshift camp, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of desire and longing for him.

But as you looked into his gorgeous green eyes and lost yourself in his muscular arms, you knew that your love faced a grave threat in the form of Micah. This deceitful and opportunistic individual had harbored feelings of jealousy towards Arthur and you for some time now, wishing to steal you away from the arms of your one true love.

His intentions were nothing but selfish, and yet he continued to manipulate any situation to his advantage.

Despite the tension that hung in the air as we sat around the fire, you couldn't help but feel a pull towards Arthur. The way he smiled at you, the way his eyes sparkled with love and adoration, it all made your heart race with anticipation.

As the night grew darker, you excused yourselves to seek solace in each other's warm embrace.

Arthur took your hand and pulled you aside, gently guiding you behind the cover of a nearby boulder. The wind whispered around you, carrying the scent of your lust as Arthur's strong, muscular arms wrapped around your curvy frame.

Your breath caught in your throat as your lips crashed together in a fiery kiss, igniting a spark of passion.

Arthur's hands roamed free, exploring the curves of your body as if you were a treasure he had long sought.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel his erection bulging through his pants, pressing roughly against your thigh. With a lustful moan, you reached down and palmed his manhood, feeling his thick length pulsate in your grip.

"Fuck, girl," Arthur growled. "You're gonna make me lose my mind."

With a seductive grin, you unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down to his ankles.

Arthur's rock-hard cock sprung free, standing at full attention as you knelt before him. With your hands resting on his hips, you teased the head of his cock with your tongue, savoring the taste of his manhood.

"Oh, fuck, girl," Arthur growled as he tangled his fingers in your hair. "That feels so fucking good."

Your lips wrapped around his cock, taking him deep into your hot, wet mouth.

You began moving your mouth up and down, swirling your tongue around the head and shaft. Arthur's hips thrust forward involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into your throat.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," he groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair. "Suck my cock, girl."

You obeyed, wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft and pumping in time with your mouth. With your other hand, you reached down and massaged his heavy balls, feeling them tighten with each thrust of his hips.

"Oh, fuck, that's it, girl," Arthur growled, his breathing quickening as he neared the edge. "I'm gonna fucking come."

You pulled back just enough to let his cock slip from your mouth, giving it one last lick before you stood up. With a taunting grin, you pressed your body against his, feeling the heat of his arousal as it radiated from his trembling form.

"Not yet, cowboy," you whispered seductively in his ear.

"I want to feel you inside me." You murmured the words in a sultry tone, your hands continuing to roam over the muscular planes of Arthur's chest.

Without a word, Arthur pulled his pants up and scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your nearby tent. He laid you down gently on a pile soft animal skins before climbing on top of you, his lips seeking out yours in a passionate kiss.

As you kissed, your tongues exploring each other's mouth, Arthur reached down unfastening your skirt, pulling it off your body with ease.

He groaned when he realized you were naked under your skirt.

He crushed his lips into yours, kissing you with a fiery passion that sent shivers down your spine and made your nipples tighten with anticipation.

His hand wandered down your body, caressing your breasts and unbuttoning your blouse with eager fingers. He pulled the fabric aside, revealing your frilly corset.

"Goddamn, you're beautiful," he muttered between kisses, his awe-filled gaze sweeping over your ample curves.

Eager to get to your full breasts, his nimble fingers quickly unfastened your corset, freeing your breasts and sending your large nipples peaking through the cool night air.

Arthur couldn't help but let out a guttural groan as he began worshipping your body.

His soft lips trailed down your neck, leaving a fiery swath of kisses in their wake.

Slowly, his lips descended, capturing your hard nipple between his teeth.

He bit down just hard enough to elicit a gasp from you as waves of pleasure washed over you.

"Fuck, Arthur," you whispered, your head falling back in bliss.

With a low growl, Arthur trailed his lips down your torso to your navel, teasing it with a flick of his tongue.

Without warning, he spread your legs apart and dove between your thighs. His tongue eagerly explored your wet and waiting sex, lapping at your folds and teasing the swollen bud of your clit.

Each flick of his tongue sent shivers down your spine as you arched off the ground, your fingers digging into the fur beneath you.

Arthur's fingers plunged inside your slick and ready sex, curling upwards to hit the sweet spot that made you moan out loud.

His fingers pumped in and out of you in a steady rhythm, his tongue torturing your clit with every swipe and flick.

You writhed beneath him, unable to control the pleasure that coursed through your veins. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, and you could feel the tension coiling in your lower stomach.

You were so close, and Arthur's talented mouth and fingers knew exactly how to push you over the edge.

"Arthur, I'm going to come," you warned him through gritted teeth, your hands fisting in the fur beneath you.

In response, Arthur's tongue swirled around your clit, picking up speed and intensity. He plunged his fingers deeper inside you, hitting a spot that made your entire body shudder with pleasure.

With a few more deft flicks of his tongue, you shattered apart, crying out in pure ecstasy as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed through your body.

As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, Arthur slowly slid his fingers out of you and sat back on his haunches, watching you with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"Goddamn, that was hot," he said, his voice husky with arousal.

Your breath came out in ragged gasps as you tried to catch your breath.

"Come here," you whispered.

Your hands found the hem of his shirt, and you pulled it over his head, revealing his toned and muscular chest. You ran your hands over the hard planes of his pecs, marveling at how good it felt to touch him like this.

"You're so fucking sexy," you murmured, your lips finding his once again.

Arthur groaned against your lips, his hands roaming up and down your body. He gently pushed you back onto the pile of furs, settling himself between your legs.

The anticipation was already building up inside you as you felt his hard cock brush against your sensitive clit through his jeans

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard yourself mutter, your hands gripping the fur beneath you.

Arthur's grin was feral as he raised himself up on his arms, looking down at your flushed and feverish body. His green eyes sparkled with a mix of lust and affection as he slowly started rubbing his cock against your clit.

The sensation was maddening, and you found yourself bucking your hips, wanting him to push his cock deep inside of you.

But Arthur was taking his time, teasing and tormenting you until you couldn't take it any longer.

"Please, Arthur," you moaned, your voice a husky whisper. "Fuck me already."

In response, Arthur slid down his jeans, freeing his hard cock. It stood at attention, and you couldn't help but lick your lips as you looked at it. He was so big, and you knew it would feel so good to have him inside of you.

The anticipation was driving you mad, and you couldn't help but spread your legs wider in an invitation for him to take what he wanted.

As if he could read your mind, Arthur hooked one of your legs over his shoulder and guided his cock to your slick entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you, causing you to let out a loud moan of pleasure.

"Fuck, girl," Arthur groaned low in his throat as he began to move inside of you.

With every thrust, he filled you up completely, his cock hitting the perfect spot deep inside of you. You could feel your pleasure building as he pounded into you again and again, the sensation almost too much to bear.

Your leg still over his shoulder, Arthur leaned down and whispered, "You like that, girl?"

"Oh God, yes," you managed to gasp out, your fingernails digging into his biceps.

He picked up his pace, thrusting wildly as your bodies slapped together.

His hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, his stubble scratching at your skin as he growled, "I want you to come for me, baby. I want to feel you tighten around my cock."

You whimpered at his words, feeling yourself nearing the precipice of an orgasm.

He was completely withdrawing from you now, and thrust himself back inside—deep, so deep.

Your back arched as the pleasure built up and threatened to overwhelm you.

"Yes, baby. I'm going to make you come so hard."

He started picking up his pace, fucking you harder and faster than before.

You felt yourself lose control as the orgasm rocketed through your body.

He continued pounding into you, drawing out every ounce of pleasure he could get.

Your body convulsed as wave after wave of orgasm hit you, leaving you breathless and gasping for air.

But Arthur didn't stop, he kept on fucking you with an unrelenting force, driving you to the edge again.

"Oh God, yes! Don't stop!" you screamed, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he plowed into you.

The wind howled around the tent, adding a primal and raw feel to the scene. The smell of sex and lust hung heavy in the air as Arthur's balls slapped against your ass.

Arthur let out a guttural growl as he too reached his peak.

His entire body went rigid as he emptied himself inside of you, filling you up with hot spurts of his cum. With one last final thrust, he collapsed on top of you, his massive form crushing you into the pile of furs.

Both of you were panting hard, your bodies glistening with sweat as the light of the lamp flickered across your sweaty skin.

"Fuck, girl," Arthur sighed, his voice still husky with arousal.

"That was fucking amazing."

You smiled, reaching up to brush a strand of sweaty hair from his forehead. "Yes, it was," you agreed, your voice softer than usual. "I love you, Arthur."

Arthur looked down at you with a soft smile on his face. "I love you too, girl," he murmured before leaning down to kiss you softly.

The two of you lay there, tangled together in the pile of furs, for several long moments before Arthur finally rolled off of you and onto his back.

You turned your head to look at him and couldn't help but smile at the sight of his satisfied expression.

Your heart swelled with love for this ruggedly handsome outlaw cowboy who had just given you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

As you lay there, still entangled in his arms, you couldn't help but think about the contrasts between Arthur and Micah. Whereas Arthur was a man of honor and integrity, always true to his word and fiercely loyal to those he cared about, Micah was an opportunistic and deceitful individual who would stab you in the back as soon as look at you.

Micah's jealousy towards Arthur had been simmering beneath the surface for quite some time now, and he had been looking for a way to drive a wedge between the two of you. He couldn't stand the fact that you were in love with Arthur, and that you seemed to be happy with him.

As you lay there in Arthur's arms, basking in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry about what Micah might do to try and break you apart.

You knew that his jealousy and desire for you was strong, but you had never let it affect your relationship with Arthur.

And even though you had always brushed off Micah's advances, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of what he might do to ruin your happiness.

As if sensing your thoughts, Arthur tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together from head to toe. You rested your head on his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart, letting it lull you into a state of calmness.

Despite the tension that lay ahead, you knew that you would face it head-on, with Arthur by your side.

You had no doubt about Arthur's loyalty to you, and you knew that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe from harm.

However, as the night grew darker, you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled over you like a shroud. You knew that Micah's jealousy and deceit could be a dangerous combination, and you couldn't help but wonder what he might do to ruin your happiness.

As if reading your thoughts, Arthur's eyes snapped open, looking at you with a fierce expression in his eyes.

"Don't worry about Micah," he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I won't let him come between us."

You sighed in relief, feeling the weight of your worries lift slightly from your shoulders. But even as you snuggled up closer to Arthur, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at the mention of Micah's name.

You knew all too well the depths of his deceit and manipulation, and the thought of him coming between the two of you was a constant fear at the back of your mind.

As if sensing your discomfort, Arthur tightened his grip around you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "We don't have to worry about him tonight," he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

"Tonight is just for us."

Arthur's words were like a balm to your worried mind. You knew he was right; Micah couldn't hurt us tonight, not when we were surrounded by the protection of the gang. But still, you couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

As you lay there, encircled in Arthur's strong embrace, you tried to focus on the warmth and comfort of his body instead of the gnawing fear in the pit of your stomach.

Micah's malicious intentions had never been far from your thoughts, and it was getting increasingly harder to ignore the signs of his growing obsession with you.

Arthur, sensing your agitation, gently ran his fingers through your hair and whispered soothing words into your ear. You closed your eyes, inhaling his familiar scent and allowing yourself to be swept away by the moment of tranquility that you had created amidst the chaos. But as much as you wanted to forget about Micah's dangerous fixation, you knew that it was only a matter of time before he made his move.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

Am I the only one still pissed off at the interview of alexia being asked how to pronounce Ona Batlle but she thought they meant Lucy bronze because Alex Scott absolutely battered ona’s name to the point Alexia didn’t heart it and they laughed too hard like what’s so funny 😭😭 idk it’s probably funny to other people but I get so irritated everytime I watch it

so let me just preface this to say that i love kate abdo. i think she always tries to keep these segments classy. on the other hand, micah richards and jamie carragher can be too much for me. and didn't alex scott commentate or least provided punditry when ona played for manchester united? shouldn't she know how to say ona's name when ona was one of the best rbs/wingbacks in the wsl last season?!

anyway, i do feel a little bad for alexia because not only was this one of her longest interviews in english, but she also had to deal with the delay from the studio to where she was calling in. i honestly thought alexia was too cute and endearing and handled it quite well given the circumstances. but yeah, it didn't make me angry so much as cringe hard at the hosts and shake my head.

again, i'm sorry to my english anons because i'm sure you are all lovely, but there are stereotypes that spanish have for tourists from the uk, especially when it comes to language, and yeah...enough said.

bottom line: all these commentators, especially the dazn ones, need to be doing a better job.

[sommerbueckers]

My Brother's Best Friend pt5

(I was quite literally logged out of my tumblr account...and I wasn't gonna do smut this chapter but since I took so long to come out with this I decided to bless ur horny asses. enjoy😏)

I stood still in the shower, letting the hot water run through my hair and down my back. The steam fogged up the glass doors and filled the bathroom, reminding me how long I'd been in there. I could hear the faint ringing of my phone from under the water, it was the second time it had gone off and I was beginning to worry that I was missing something important.

With a quiet sigh, I shut off the shower and stepped out to grab my towel. Leaning over the counter, I tapped my phone, eyeing the two missed FaceTime calls I had from my best friend, Noelle. We were supposed to go to the mall together to get some Christmas shopping done, I called her back to make sure plans hadn't changed.

"Hello?" I said when she picked up.

"Hey, you almost ready?" she asked.

"Yeah, I gotta get dressed first."

"Okay, well, I'm on my way" she told me, getting into her car.

"Alright, text when you're outside" I responded.

She nodded and hung up, my home screen picture of the two of us reappearing. I clicked my phone off and walked into my room, pulling open my dresser. I decided on a sweatsuit, the Minnesota air was brutal in the winter. Letting my towel drop, I grabbed a pair of panties and began to slip them on.

"Shit, at least buy me dinner first" a voice laughed from behind me.

I jumped at the sound, instinctively covering myself as I turned around.

Paige stood there with the cockiest smirk on her face, her arms crossed as she leaned against my shut door. She had on a red hoodie with black sweatpants, her blonde hair tucked behind her ears. How long had she been standing there...And why hadn't she said anything?

Paige had never seen me fully naked, anytime we hooked up I'd keep my shirt on or she'd move my panties aside. Skin to skin contact just felt so much more intimate, and I wasn't sure if Paige and I were there yet. Actually, I wasn't sure we'd ever be there.

My mouth fell open at the sight of her. She wasn't supposed to come home for another two days, I had it marked on the calendar in all caps -- Micah's name was there too obviously...

"What're you doing here?" I asked with wide eyes.

Paige frowned playfully, "I thought you'd be happy to see me" she said, pushing herself off of the door and climbing into my bed. She laid there with her hands behind her head, eyes shamelessly looking over me. I covered myself even more, biting my lip. Paige laughed and shook her head, "Get dressed if you want to."

I got changed as quickly as I could, pulling on my sweatpants and my tank top. I wanted to wait until right before I left to put the hoodie on. I had planned to do my curl routine and a full face of makeup, just really taking the time to get myself ready, but all that went out the window the second I saw Paige.

The blonde had this ability to take complete control over me, whether she meant to or not. I couldn't think straight with her around, my mind becoming a chaotic mess as I tried to anticipate anything that would happen. She made me feel like I was everything, like nothing else mattered when we were together. The way she looked at me when she fucked me, like I was a prized possession, the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

I finished putting my earrings in and spun around in a cloud of perfume.

"You're so cute" Paige commented.

I set the bottle back on my vanity and walked over to her, "So are you."

"Yeah?" she raised her eyebrows, sitting up turning her body to face me. She pulled me in to stand between her legs, her hands holding the back of my thighs.

"Mhm" I nodded, a sudden shyness overcoming me.

Paige knew the effect she was having on me, her smile gave her away. She stared directly into my eyes, and then I watched them roam over the rest of my face. It reminded me of how I had burned the image of her face into my memory right before she left a few weeks ago. I had done it because I was so in love with her that I was scared I'd forget what she looked like, although the click of a button on Instagram could remind me in an instant.

But why was she scanning mine? I wasn't leaving and neither was she. I pushed the thought to the back of my mind.

"Did you miss me?" she asked.

"Of course I missed you" I laughed.

She shrugged, "Just making sure." After a minute of silence, and her continuing to stare at me, she said, "I missed you too."

I bit back a smile, looking away from her, "Whatever."

"Come here" she said, pulling me into her lap. I straddled her, placing my hands on her stomach and tilting my head. She massaged her thumbs into my hips through the thick fabric of my sweats and smiled up at me. "I really did miss you, Summer" she said.

I nodded silently.

"Hey," she said quietly, "I mean that." She leaned in and placed a kiss on my cleavage, "I missed you here," she placed another kiss on my collarbone, "and here," another kiss - this one on my neck, "and here," and that's when I felt her hand go between my legs, "and especially here."

I felt myself getting warm, a feeling I had grown accustomed to when it came to being around Paige. Her lips met mine in a soft, slow kiss. It was different than a lot of our other kisses, than all of our kisses actually. It seemed like we were both trying to savor the taste of each other, like when it ended there wouldn't be another.

Paige was like a drug, I'd rank her up there with things like heroin and cocaine. You tell yourself that you're just going to try it, a one and done kind of thing. But then the opportunity to do it again presents itself, and you've done it before so what's the harm? After that you start to think about it more, putting yourself in situations where you know it'll be there to give yourself an excuse to use it, to be around it.

You don't even register the addiction until you're so deep in that there isn't a light on either side of the tunnel. You're just surrounded by utter darkness. It's at that moment, when instead of craving some kind of savior or miracle, you crave more of what's breaking you, that is when the realization hits you...

Paige's lips connecting with my jaw pulled me from my thoughts. I tilted my head slightly to the side, my eyes fluttering shut as I focused on the gentle feeling.

"You smell so good," Paige murmured against my skin, pulling me closer in her lap.

I moved her face in front of mine, attaching our lips for the second time. She didn't waist any time picking up the pace, her grip on my thighs becoming tighter as she pulled on me hungrily. I eagerly moved my lips against her, the desire to feel her burning like a fire within me. She bit my bottom lip, a soft whimper spilling from my mouth. Paige smiled into the kiss as she slipped her hand underneath the waistband of my sweats.

My phone pinged from the dresser across the room at the same time that Paige's hand came in contact with my clothed cunt. She teasingly ran her fingers up and down my core, my wetness dripping out of me and soaking the fabric of my panties. My phone pinged again. Paige moved my underwear to the side, beginning to rub circular motions on my clit.

"Paige..." I moaned breathlessly, hardly able to hear myself over the arousal that clouded the entirety of me. She hummed, trailing kisses down from my neck to my cleavage. Leaning back and arching further into her, I allowed her more access to me. She left marks wherever she sucked, following up with a lick to soothe the skin. We needed to stop, I needed to stop this.

I went to say something, to tell her that I had to go because Noelle was waiting outside for me. But my words came out as nothing more than a cry when I felt her plunge two fingers inside of me. The sting that occurred was masked by the pleasure that came with it. Her lengthy digits skillfully pumping in and out of me with ease, dancing around in the pool of juices that she had created.

She brought my face down to hers with her other hand, planting a sweet kiss on my lips. "Ride my fingers, c'mon, be a good girl."

I nodded my head, unconsciously pouting as I moved my hips with her fingers inside of me. Her fingers were deeper than they had ever been before, and she was looking at me with such admiration and pride, she was proud of the mess that I had become, the mess that she had made me. My eyes watered and my mouth fell open, I tightened around Paige's fingers. "Good, clench around me just like that," Paige whispered.

"I--I," I stuttered out. I clawed at her shoulders through her sweatshirt, firmly holding onto them. The sound of her moving in and out of me filled the room and she matched the rhythm of my hips. Her fingers turned so expertly inside of me, hitting my spot repeatedly.

"I want you to come all over my fingers," the blonde said into my ear, "I want them covered."

When Paige quickened her movements, I released all over her, just like she told me to. My body shook, and Paige used her other hand to hold me close to her, my head buried in her neck. She ran her hand up and down my back, placing short pecks on my shoulder and whispering sweet things to me. "So good for me," she praised with a smile, "so pretty when you come."

I reciprocated her smile when I finally pulled back from her, my glossy eyes staring into her own. My phone pinged for the third time, grasping both of our attention. Paige furrowed her eyebrows, "Who's blowing up your phone?"

I sighed, "It's Noelle, we're supposed to go Christmas shopping."

"Right now?" she asked, her face falling slightly when I moved to climb off of her.

A knock sounded on my door. Paige sat up straighter, adjusting her hoodie as the knob turned and Noelle face appeared in the crack. The sight of Paige on the bed, of me standing awkwardly next to her, of the bed itself as the covers were bunched up and wrinkled. She looked between the two of us, her surprised expression turning to one of suspicion.

"I've been texting you..." she started, her green eyes staring at me.

"Yeah sorry, Paige and I were just catching up" I breathed out, glancing at the blonde that was still seated on the bed.

"Catching up on what? She's been gone for two weeks."

Paige snorted, "Good to see you Noelle," she then turned to me, "I'll see you, yeah?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

Noelle and I watched as her lean figure exited my room. When she was sure that the taller blonde was out of earshot, she marched toward me and scanned my face. "Your cheeks are red and your lips are puffy..." her mouth fell open as she said, "You two had sex."

"No we didn't-"

"Don't you dare lie to me," she frowned in disbelief, "we tell each other everything right?"

I nodded silently.

"Good. So, we're going to go to the mall, we're going to shop, and you're going to tell me every. single. thing."

[marygillisapologist]

Longing for closure | Charles x F!Reader

Pairing: Charles Smith x F!Reader

WC: 1142, aprox. 5 minute read

Teaser: “For the best, I know, but. I just-” He looked remain before stepping closer, looking into your eyes. His presence was overwhelming, and your need for his company was immense. “Charles, I-” You protested, avoiding his gaze. “Please.” He pleaded, stroking his hand against your cheek, keeping it there.

Warnings: Fluff, very little mention of sexual interactions | Secret Relationship | Pining

A/N: This is my first time writing anything so I'm open to critique and will appreciate any form of interaction. ALSO- If you find any grammar mistakes please feel free to tell me, since English isn't my first language. Anyways, hope you enjoy <3

Even though these last few months had been miserable and full of loss, a blooming love had grown in the dying fields. Two strong individuals in need of comfort, finding it in each other at an all time low. While the remaining members of the gang were scrambling to find safety in Lakay, a heated exchange had taken place between you and Charles Smith. After months of pining and longing for each other, you’d finally confronted your feelings. His burly arms had held you close, as his lips were pressed against yours in need of love, in need of you.

Ever since then, you both had realized that you were each other's pillar, the ones who held each other up when the other was falling apart. You agreed that whatever happened, you’d stick together no matter what. However, for the both of yours safety, you agreed to keep it under wraps, not wanting your love to be used against you as it had with John and Abigail. The only few people who actually knew, were the ones paying close attention. Someone like Ms. Grimshaw, most of the women and even Arthur caught on pretty quickly, while the rest never really did. You were happy in his presence, happy to have a safe haven to return when all hell broke loose.

As the days went by and more tragedy occurred. All this death and misery had been piling for months, and for what? For no reason, at least in the eyes of Charles. He was losing hope, and also a close friend of his. Arthur was dying, and with him so was the gang. He was the right hand man, the one with the most common sense out of all of these people- besides you of course. This made Dutch question his ability to advise him, instead seeking the advice of Micah. The Van Der Linde gang had turned a new leaf, one that had fallen and withered.

Charles was on thin ice. 

Charles hated every moment of suppressing his feelings for you regardless of it being for the best. Even though the both of you had agreed to it, he still couldn’t help but feel guilt for not giving you the love and solace you craved. As he and Arthur rode back to camp from a visit at the Wapiti Tribe, noise of quarreling and accusing got louder and louder. He couldn’t help the pit in his stomach form, as he saw you walk back from the river with fresh laundry, your face carrying a slight frown and furrowed brows. 

“You alright there Charles?” Arthur asked with a cough as the horses went from trotting to walking. 

“Yeah, I’m good. How about you?” Charles asked concerned, while his gaze stayed on you. 

“I reckon I don’t matter too much no more.” Arthur chuckled.

“But you sure you’re doin’ alright? You seem a bit distraught.” He questioned as they arrived at the hitching posts.

“Yeah, I’m sure… I’ll see you around” Before Arthur knew it, Charles had already hitched his horse and headed your direction before Arthur had even left the saddle.

You stood to the side hanging the laundry you’d just washed down by the river, trying to mute the sound of Dutch’ preaching. Tension had been at an all time high, causing you to overwork yourself with chores to distract yourself from your misery. This had ultimately also caused multiple people to leave, making you wonder what was making you stay. Was it loyalty, company or fear of a civil life, when this was the one you’d grown used to for the last couple of years? 

For the first time since joining the gang, you were exhausted, an overwhelming nausea at the thought of things coming to an end. Dutch wasn’t the same heroic individual who’d saved you from a group of greedy men. No he was much different. So different, that if it had happened on this day, then it more than likely would’ve been your last.

Lost in your train of thoughts, you heard your name. Quickly you laid down whatever article of clothing you had and turned around towards the noise.

“Charles. You're back.” You said as your eyes brightened and your smile widening, about to go in for a greeting kiss. He smiled back softly before looking down into the ground about to give in before the sound of arguing in the back reminded you of where you were. 

“Right, my bad.” You smiled softly, eyes filled with disappointment as you stepped back. “You um… Is everything alright, are you alright?” You asked, wanting to make sure he was doing as good as one could in the current state of things. 

He stood there looking into your eyes for a little before answering.

“Yeah I’m-” He stopped himself, fiddling with fingers as he thought of what he was gonna say next.

He took a deep breath before continuing, saying your name lowly.

“I’m not sure I can handle this much longer.”

You looked at him, your brows furrowing as you bit the inside of your cheek. You know exactly what he meant, as you felt the same.

“I know, but it’s-” You responded, trying to stay logical for the both of you.

“For the best, I know, but. I just-” He looked remain before stepping closer, looking into your eyes.

His presence was overwhelming, and your need for his company was immense.

“Charles, I-” You protested, avoiding his gaze.

“Please.” He pleaded, stroking his hand against your cheek, keeping it there.

A few moments went by, no words said out loud, yet his and your needs were heard and finally acted upon. You place your hand on his cheek, stroking it before leaning in to kiss him. You directed his hand to your other cheek before letting go, pulling him closer by his collar. Your face in his hand and your arms wrapping around his neck, you hadn’t gotten this close in a while, too busy working.

His lips stayed on yours for what seemed like forever, before he broke it, placing his forehead on yours as the both of you were quietly panting. He smiled at you, and you smiled at him. His eyes were filled with admiration, as was yours, it was a beautiful moment.

“I love you.” He smiled, pecking the corner of your lips. You looked up at him, your eyes watering at the sound of his confession. One that none of them had made before, but had always known to be true.

“I love you too, Charles.” You grinned in response before leaning into another deep kiss.

Maybe hiding from each other wasn't for the best, and maybe closure had been this whole time. Regardless, your hope for the future had been restored. You both knew it would be with each other.

BONUS - Arthurs Journal Entry

Charles and I went to talk to Rains Falls about Dutch and his unhinged decision making. It ain’t looking too good, but we promised to keep a good eye on him.

Anyway, Charles seemed distracted when we went out. I didn’t know exactly why, but I had an idea. He seemed in a hurry when we got back and finally kissed her. He’s been head over heels for that girl ever since he joined us back up in the Grizzlies last year, pretty sure it went both ways. 

They remind me of Mary and I, how we kept it secret too before she left me. I was too stubborn to change my ways, I guess. I wonder if things would’ve changed if I’d ran away with her back in Saint Denis or Valentine. It’s too late now, she mailed me the ring I gave her all those years ago. What a couple of fools in love we were. 

I’m just happy that they aren’t fools like us, and that Charles won’t cower away because of some code that turns out to be irrelevant by the likes of Dutch. I’m also happy that I finally stopped hiding. They seemed real happy when they stopped worrying so much about the rest. I saw Susan and a couple others smile too, they probably noticed the lingering before too. Not everyone had though, Dutch looked quite surprised, almost threatened. I wonder what he and Micah are up to now.

Hope you liked it! BTW pls feel free to give requests, I love writing from given prompts <33

[fvkvrodani]

yk smth i just realized?? during the "blessed are the peacemakers" mission, arthur had told micah & dutch where to meet up if things went south w the deal w colm odriscoll. he told them & things did go south as hosea thought it would... but neither micah nor dutch nor anyone in that camp had ever thought to search for arthur after a dangerous plan that went wrong—

he was gone from the camp for three (3) days... & no one looked for him after such a bad mission but when trelawney told dutch that he thought sean was captured by bounty hunters dutch immediately sprung into action—he left his son to potentially die for three fucking days at the hands of his sworn enemy when he could have done something...

arthur's last words to him were quite literally a fucking warning—"let us meet up at this exact place at the exact time after throwing the o'driscolls off of our trails" more or less—and yet... dutch did nothing. didnt even search for him. while yeah arthur is a wanderer who loves to stay out of the camp for long periods of time... he doesnt do that after bad plans (or at least i dont think so—my memory is shitty so correct me on this). he doesnt do that after missions go south fast.

and he certainly doesnt do it after a bad plan involving a notoriously vicious gang.

AND THIS IS ALL HAPPENED IN FUCKING. CHAPTER TWO. THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME... dutch had stopped caring abt arthur as a person (not as a weapon tho, theres a distinction between those two—he wants arthur as a gun, as an enforcer, not as a person w his own thoughts) since the beginning of the fucking game or else he would have sent ppl or even just trelawney to search for him the same way he did with sean.

but no. he just left him to the o'driscolls to torture... for three fucking days—(head in hands) (deep breaths) he never even thought about arthur... meanwhile arthur dragged his dehydrated, starved, broken, bruised, beaten body across miles on bare horseback just to warn dutch... & he never cared to search for the man he raised since he took him in at 14yo. he never tried to.

hell i'll even say that dutch van der linde stopped caring abt the gang since blackwater. since micah joined.

[lambtotheslaughterr]

Rise - Part Three

A Rafe Cameron Series

Chapter Three

WC: 3.1k

Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics

PART TWO | MASTERLIST | PART FOUR

note: i am cracking down on my taglist. if you're not following my blog or interacting with the work you want to be tagged in, you will not be on a taglist (i have already removed those who don't follow me or interact with my work). i'm not going to supply lazy supporters with convenience. so if you want to be on a taglist, follow my blog & interact with the work you claim to love. it's the least you can do. thank you.

            The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Everyone spoke in hushed, harsh whispers, arguing about what to do. You said nothing, just sat with Kai new Luka as Luka groaned in pain.

            “We’re already sick.” Micah pointed out, stopping the conversation.

            “That’s not true.” Nuha debated, “You heard Severson. It would take more than Luka being sick for us to get it.”

            “Then how did he get it, Nuha? Explain that.” Micah raised his voice, to which Millie put her hand on his shoulder to calm him.

            “Guys.” Adrianna grit her teeth, looking pointedly at Luka, ���Maybe we should talk about this not here.”

            Reluctantly, you rose from your spot on the ground to follow the others out into the hallway. Kai stayed behind.

            “Regardless of what Severson said, we still don’t know anything for sure.” Sayyed picked up, “Chances are we’re definitely carriers so the most we can do is keep an eye on each other & be honest about any symptoms we have.”

            “And what about Luka?” You questioned, feeling your eyes grow wet with frustration. It was only a week ago that you all were camping in the woods, the future expected but predictable. This wasn’t supposed to be happening.

            “He’s dying.” You whispered, “And there’s nothing we can do about it.”

            Sayyed tugged you closer to him, kissing the top of your head. The group was momentarily silent until Adrianna cleared her throat.

            “That… may not be entirely true.”

            You stared at her, as did others.

            Adrianna shifted her feet uncomfortably, glancing down the hallway before stepping closer & lowering her voice, “There may be a cure. A temporary one, at least.”

            “What?” Millie spoke for everyone, “What the hell are you talking about?”

            “Last night, I was with Tobias.” You could tell that Rafe wanted to make a quip but before he could you gave him a warning glare.

            “When he was on the brink of passing out, he mentioned a shot on base that could prevent symptoms temporarily until a more permanent one was developed.”

            “Prevent?” Micah sighed, “As in before getting symptoms? It’s too late for that.”

            Adrianna rolled her eyes, “Yeah, maybe, but it’s an option, isn’t it? We give some to Luka to at least help with the pain until he… ya know.”

            Rafe chuckled darkly, “So this cure is a painkiller, too, huh? You sure know a lot.”

            “Hey.” Sayyed butt in, “It’s more than you’ve offered.”

            Rafe turned towards him, his expression souring. You jumped in, “It’s worth a try. Thanks, Adrianna.”

            Adrianna nodded, “I’ll go talk to them then.”

            “Wait, what?” Rafe stepped forward, stopping her in her tracks, “Ask them? The trigger-happy idiots?”

            “Rafe.” You shook your head, “Quit it.”

            “No, we don’t know them. We can’t trust them. Besides, am I the only one that was listening to what he said last night? You have to kill the carrier, that’s what he said. We tell them that Luka is sick, then we’re all dead.”

            Silence returned with a vengeance. You swallowed, your throat dry. Sayyed frowned. Rafe was right. The ten of you were nothing to Tobias & Severson. They would kill you in a second if it meant saving themselves.

            But Adrianna disagreed, “Then they’re carriers, too. They can’t kill us without killing themselves.”

            “Which means we’re already dead so what the fuck are we arguing about?” Micah seethed, “It’s a lose-lose.”

            “Guys, can we just stop? Please, for a second. Let’s think & catch a breather.” Millie, the always calm & reasonable one spoke up.

            Rafe shook his head, slapping his hands against his thighs, but he didn’t argue further. For the next few minutes, everyone discussed calmly about what to do, different plans to take, consequences. You were relieved you were facing the end of the world with people who thought first & acted later. But it eventually came down to two options: steal the cure & escape with Luka or tell Tobias & Severson, trusting them to help you all.

            “So we vote.” Sayyed announced finally. Rafe scoffed in response.

            “Rafe, c’mon. We need to stick together, alright?” You told him. He shook his head but finally rejoined the circle.

            “Raise your hand if we should take the cure & leave with Luka.” Rafe, Bear, & Micah raised their hands.

            “Alright, now for telling Severson.” Sayyed, Adrianna, Millie, & Nuha raised their hands.

            Everyone then looked at you. You bit your lip, “I don’t know.”

            “_____.” Sayyed started but you stopped him.

            “We need to tell Luka. He deserves to have a say in this.”

            It seemed only then did it dawn on your friends that Luka’s vote mattered, too.

            “Fine.” Rafe spit, going back to the room, “Let’s find out exactly how Luka wants to die.”

            You winced at his comment. There were times when Rafe really annoyed you, but you didn’t know how cruel he could be. But cruel circumstances bring out the worst in people, you reminded yourself.

            Back in the room, Kai stood up, shaking his head, “I don’t think he’s going to make it much longer.”

            “Well that’s easy.” Rafe commented under his breath.

            “Dude.” Bear, who usually agreed with Rafe on most trivial matters, was the first to reprimand him, “He’s our friend, our brother. For once, stop showing off how much of an asshole you can be.”

            Rafe closed his mouth. You could tell he was stewing, but Bear’s comment must’ve gotten through to him as he finally looked at Luka who was sweating through the sheets.

            “Luka, hey.” Millie kneeled next to the bed, “I know you’re in a lot of pain. But we need to ask you something. If you have the energy to respond, please. We need your help on this.”

            Sayyed then stepped closer to the bed. He spoke quietly, just enough for Luka to hear. Kai, who was beside him, stared at Sayyed in horror as he heard what he said. Then his eyes bounced from friend to friend.

            “So, if you want us to steal the cure & get out of here squeeze my hand.” Sayyed met your eyes. You pressed your lips together, apprehensive.

            “If you want us to tell Severson, let go of my hand.”

            You felt like you were having an out-of-body experience, floating above the heads of your friends as Sayyed waited for Luka’s response. It felt like time dragged on & you only became dizzier, the room around you coming in & out of focus.

            Luka let go.

            Kai hung his head, tears falling onto his knees. Rafe shook his head before storming off, punching a wall on his way out.

            “Okay.” Sayyed stood up, looking at Adrianna. She nodded, spinning on her heel & racing out the door.

            “We don’t have much time.” Sayyed told the group. Then he faced you, “Get Rafe, will ya? He’s a dick but he should be here. We all should.”

            You frowned at his words, sensing a grim undertone, but nodded.

            Exiting the room, you saw Rafe leaning against the wall a few feet away. You slowly approached him. His back was to you, but you heard a sniffle. You hesitated. Rafe wasn’t the kind to be emotional in front of others. Maybe you should turn back…

            Rafe turned then, his eyes meeting yours. There were no tears, no evidence of any. But he did look tired, drained. You all felt that way.

            “Are you okay?” You leaned against the wall next to him.

            Rafe rolled his eyes, shoving his hands into his pockets, “They’re gonna kill him.”

            “No.” You immediately replied, pushing the possibility from your mind, “They won’t. They’re military, they’ll help him first.”

            “God, you’re so fucking naïve sometimes, you know that?” Rafe faced you head on, “They shot at Micah yesterday. They threatened to put a bullet in your boyfriend’s fucking head, _____. They won’t think twice about putting one in Luka’s.”

            You didn’t have the energy to argue, mostly because you were scared he was right. But you shook your head anyway, “So our other option would be to sneak behind their back? Do you see how large this place is?! Rafe, we wouldn’t even know where to look first.”

            “Then we should just leave.” You couldn’t help the gape of your mouth at his bold comment. “We’ll leave right now. Me & you. We won’t go back to the room & we’ll leave.”

            For the first time in the three years you knew Rafe, you stepped back, staring at him. Who was he?

            “Oh, don’t look at me like that.” Rafe glared at you.

            That’s when you saw it. His pupils.

            It was all making sense. His agitation, his fight or flight kicking in so severely that he would abandon his friends. You closed the distance, gipping his jaw & bringing his head down to yours so you could look closer. Sneering, you shoved his face away before ripping his hands out of his pockets. A sandwich sized plastic baggie fell to the ground.

            “You fucking…” You stared back up at him.

            Rafe didn’t show any remorse, “What? Not like I’ll get arrested for it anymore.”

            “Luka is in there dying & you’re out here doing coke?!”

            He smiled, licking his teeth, “Want some? Maybe it’ll make you think clearer instead of following behind in that genius boyfriend’s plan of his.”

            “The only moron here is you, Rafe. You wanna leave, leave. You won’t last long out there & you know it. You need us, much more than we need you.”

            His gaze darkened, “You’re in shock, _____.” He bent down to retrieve his baggie, dangling the substance in front of you, “And once the shock wares off, you’ll be begging for this.”

            “Fuck you.” You spit through gritted teeth, “I’m going back. You can be a loser out here all you like.”

            With that, you spun around & began walking away.

            “Don’t come crying to me when I’m proved right.”

            You ignored him, relieved to be back in the room with the others. Sayyed approached you, a deep crease between his brows, “Rafe?”

            You shook your head, unable to trust yourself to open your mouth.

            Not long after you entered the room, the sound of multiple footsteps met your ears. You clung to Sayyed, feeling as secure as you could with his arm over your shoulders.

            Adrianna entered first, Tobias & Severson behind her. Tobias was expressionless as Severson glared at everyone in the room. His face was red with anger as he slowly crossed the room to where Luka lied. You watched as your friends moved out of the way for Severson to look Luka over. Luka’s eyes were closed shut, his arms circling his own body as he shook. Tobias remained near the door, blocking the doorway. You felt your gut twist.

            “Sayyed.” You whispered, wanting to point out to him that Tobias was blocking the exit, but Sayyed kept his eyes on Severson.

            “Can you help him?” Kai asked, finally standing up so Severson could have more room.

            Severson shot him an irked look.

            “Kai.” Sayyed caught Kai’s attention, nodding for him to move further to the side.

            You glanced from Sayyed to Kai. You & Kai both shared looks of confusion.

            Severson stood over Luka for a moment longer before sighing. Finally, he turned around to face the group. Adrianna narrowed her eyes at him, “What are you doing? Help him!”

            “I knew I shouldn’t have let you kids in.” He sighed, hanging his head. “’Cuz now I have to do this.”

            Before you could close your eyes, Severson removed a handgun from his hip, pointed it at Luka’s head then pulled the trigger.

            “Oh, my god! What the fuck?!” Kai screamed out, jumping toward Luka, but Severson turned the gun toward Kai next.

            You covered your mouth, burying your face into Sayyed’s chest. He held you tightly against him. You could hear his heart beating rapidly.

            “You said you’d help him!” Adrianna cried out.

            Severson held his aim towards Kai, “I did.”

            Then he slowly turned his gun on everyone in the room, “Who else is showing symptoms?”

            A yelp escaped you, unable to get the image out of your head.

            Rafe was right, Rafe was right… now he was gone.

            “No one, man! C’mon!” Micah hollered, shielding Millie who watched from over his shoulder.

            “That’s what you said last night; now look at your friend.” Severson glared, “Want to keep lying?”

            “We didn’t know.” Bear claimed, “We didn’t, okay? We only found out this morning.”

            Severson cocked his head, “Can’t take the risk.”

            “If we’re sick, you’re sick, too.” Nuha pointed out, her voice shaking. Sayyed yanked on her arm to push her behind him.

            “But we have preventatives.” Severson smiled smugly, “You don’t.”

            Bile rose in your throat. This wasn’t happening. None of this was happening. You were still camping, just having a horrible, awful nightmare. You’d wake up any second. Wake up. Wake up!

            But Severson gestured to the furthest wall, “I want everyone to line up. Now.”

            “Fuck that.” Micah spit, “You’re not gonna waste us.”

            Severson inhaled sharply, “I tried asking nicely.” Then he aimed his gun at Micah.

            A buzzing shot rang out. A scream tore through your throat.

            “Holy shit!” It was Micah. You stared wide-eyed.

            Severson was on the ground, his body shaking.

            “What…”  Words escaped you as you all turned to the doorway. The Taser gun Tobias held was still aimed at where Severson was lying.

            The room was eerily quiet, a few quiet cries here & there, but mostly everyone was standing in shock.

            Tobias finally lowered the Taser, returning it to a holster on his hip. In a strained voice, he finally looked around the room, “He won’t be down long. I’ll get you what you need then you need to leave immediately.”

            “What about Luka?” Kai questioned, though his attention was on his dead best friend.

            “Kai…” You made to step forward, but Tobias stopped you with words.

            “I can’t help you with that. You must leave him.”

            The finality he spoke with left your heart shattered. Like his parents, Luke too must be left behind.

            “We have to.” Sayyed finally spoke, his voice was soft but firm, “I’m sorry, Kai.”

            Kai was the last one to leave the room, more tears threatening to fall. Nuha & Millie flanked him on either side as you all followed Tobias through the compound. He led you all to a stairwell that led underground, taking you to a secured room. He hit a button on the wall, the gate to the room grating open.

            “Jesus.” Sayyed said under his breath.

            The room looked like what a doomsday prepper would keep under their house. Guns & artillery weapons lined the wall. There were a plethora of MRE cases. Military grade backpacks & protection were piled on a table in the center. Tobias stepped out of the way, “Only take what you can run on foot with. Anything more & you’ll only slow each other down.

            Everyone glanced at one another before the chaos started. Sayyed & Bear collected bags, filling them with survival needs. Adrianna & Tobias picked out weapons for the group. You & Nuha began putting a few MRE cases on a rolling cart, having seen an elevator just after the stairs ended. Millie consoled Kai, talking to him with hushed words. It was quick. Surreal.

            “Finally.” Tobias caught everyone’s attention as he opened a fridge that everyone seemed to miss. He pulled out a case of what looked like insulin & needles.

            “This is all we have.” There looked to be only five doses. “And I’d be lying if I said they’ll help. We don’t know a lot about them. So. Be careful.”

            He then handed the case to Adrianna.

            “Thank you.” She kissed his cheek.

            Tobias then led everyone to the elevator, guiding them to the main floor of the compound & out of the doors. You all ran towards the gate where the wrangler & Rafe’s truck sat. It was only then that you remembered Rafe. He hadn’t been in the room when Luka was murdered, & he wasn’t with the group up until that point. Though you were angry with him, you were instantly saddened by his lack of presence. If only he had stayed.

            “You fucking asshole!” Sayyed ripped out of your grip then, surprising you as he charged towards the vehicles. Rafe stepped out of the driver’s seat.

            In a second, Sayyed laid a punch to Rafe’s face.

            “Hey, hey!” Millie ran forward but Micah hooked an arm around her waist, stopping her. You leapt into action next, no one stopping you.

            “Sayyed! No!” Sayyed got in one more punch before Rafe returned the favor, knocking Sayyed down & climbing on top of him. “Fucking stop!”

            Bear fell next to them, shoving Rafe off & pushing Sayyed in the other direction, “Now’s not the time!”

            “He was gonna leave us!” Sayyed pointed at Rafe, a trickle of blood on the corner of his mouth.

            “The fuck I was!” Rafe shouted, wiping blood away from his nose as he paced, his heated gaze locked on Sayyed.

            A shot rang out, making everyone duck. Tobias held a gun pointed into the air, “I don’t want to hear anymore bitching! Get in the trucks! Now!”

            Everyone scrambled, Bear & Micah emptied out a few useless items from the cars, making room for what you all took from the compound. Sayyed & Rafe continued glaring at one another but got behind the wheel in their respective vehicles. You climbed into the passenger seat of the wrangler.

            “Leave it.” You told Sayyed as he watched Rafe closely in the sideview mirror.

            “We can’t trust him.” You didn’t argue his point but shook your head anyway.

            “Doesn’t matter. Right now we need to get out of here, alright?” You grabbed his face gently, turning it towards you, “Look at me. Okay? I need you, we all need you.”

            Sayyed pressed his lips together but nodded.

            Nuha, Micah, & Millie climbed into the backseat. Only person not in a car yet was Adrianna as she spoke to Tobias.

            “Come with us.” You heard her say. But Tobias declined, “My station is here. In case someone else needs help.”

            Adrianna sighed heavily but nodded. She kisses him once more before getting into Rafe’s truck.

            Sayyed began to pull through the gate as it started opening. Tobias nodded as you passed through.

            “Thank you.” Sayyed said, earning a firm nod from the soldier.

            In a minute, the compound was in the past as you & your friends drove further away. Nuha was crying silently in the backseat.

            It was then that you realized ten of you came to that compound. And only nine were leaving it.

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The Gang Catching Feelings For You (RDR2)

The gang catching feelings for you! (Mostly GN) Characters: Arthur, Charles, Trelawny, Hosea, Micah Warnings: Micah’s story contains mentions of gender Note: This one was written for @onceuponadie sorry it took me forever to bang this out. :’) AO3 Version Arthur At first you thought you might be annoying Arthur. He always seemed really awkward when you tried to help out or when you stopped him to make sure his satchel was filled with new supplies before he left camp. Arthur becomes stiff when you’re around. Half of the time he could hardly hold eye contact. It made you feel bad. You were only trying to make his tasks easier. Everyone always had such huge expectations of Arthur. No one cared if there was enough stew leftover for him when he returned to camp, or if the supplies were rationed out to him. You took notice of this quickly, their behavior was beyond you. The man doing the most work for the gang should be supported.

“Thank ya’ kindly.” He usually responded whenever he caught you in the act, tipping his hat down to cover his eyes. It wasn’t in a rude way… just… awkward. It was hard to decode exactly how he felt about it and you assumed he’d speak up if he wanted you to stop and so you kept on doing your thing. You hadn’t seen Arthur in a few days. According to Hosea he went out hunting to replenish the camp’s food supply. Not something unusual. The day was lovely, naturally you decided you wanted to get away from the gang for awhile – in need of some serious space and fresh air – and help out by bringing something in. Fishing sounded nice! Not so close by, as you didn’t want anyone bothering you. You took your horse to a beautiful area you had heard so much about. Cumberland Falls. What you didn’t expect was to see a familiar outlaw fussing with his horse near the bank of the Dakota River. You slowed your horse to a walk, heading his way. Arthur’s voice carried was over the water in the cold spring breeze. “You’re alright girl. Just let me take a look at it. Easy now-” “Is she alright?” You called out. Arthur’s head snapped up and he gave a shrug. “Got ambushed by some O’Driscoll boys. Shot her leg pretty good. Hope she don’t go lame on me.” You could hear the upset in Arthur’s voice even as he tried to act casual. He had a close bond with his horse, something you had always admired. Dismounting your own, you rummaged through your satchel while approaching him. “Here- this might help until we can get her looked at.” You gently pushed a bottle of horse tonic into his palm. Arthur was slow to take it, interlocking your fingers together as he wrapped his much larger hand around the glass bottle. His eyes were on yours, gaze electric and intense. “Thank you.” His voice wasn’t shy this time. He wasn’t turning away from you as he usually did. “You look exhausted.” Your words were gentle, not meaning any offense. “Take my horse, I’ll lead yours so you can rest.” “That’s really not necessary-” Arthur trailed off as you took the reigns from him. He could tell there was no room for argument here. With a small grunt he turned to give his horse the tonic. In truth, Arthur was feeling pretty upset about his horse. Maybe it was the stress of everything. The weight of Backwater on his shoulders. His mind was racing yet, calm, at the same time. How was that possible? He didn’t know. The only other time he felt that way was with Mary. But you? Your actions were so genuine. It made him feel… better. Unexpectedly this was hard for him to accept. Why was someone treating him with so much empathy? Maybe you pitied him, an old man that had no value outside of stealing and shooting for dollars. However, he thinks he understands now. It wasn’t pity. Pity doesn’t make someone manifest from thin air when he wishes they were there. And yeah, it probably was coincidence this time, but damn did it feel natural. It felt… right… As if you two were being drawn to each other like magnets. You see him for who he is and you accept him no questions asked. “Somehow… You always know where to find me when I need you. What would I do without you?” “I guess we’ll never know.” Arthur’s stomach fluttered with butterflies when you flashed him that brilliant smile of yours. Maybe it was time for him to move on and find love again. ___ Charles You liked Charles. Being around him was peaceful. He, like you, enjoys the serenity that comes with nature; and so you two were often found in proximity of each other working on your respective crafts or doing a quiet activity while taking in the day. You didn’t know much about each other. He was a quiet man and you… well, you tried not to talk about yourself unless asked. Over time you observed things about him. It was hard not to. Charles is a dedicated man. Always would his brow furrow when concentrating on his work. He would give a little grunt of victory whenever something came out particularly good that he was proud of. You noticed he would stop to admire a beautiful feather on the ground, or an interesting rock. If animals wondered by your hang-out Charles would put down his work to watch them with a small smile. Fondness for Charles began to grow in your heart. You had feelings for Charles first. You never said or did anything to convey this, of course. It was hard to tell how Charles felt about you and… You know he wouldn’t be unkind towards you if he knew, but you didn’t think he’d feel the same way. Instead you carried on as normal. As time went on this became a little difficult. Every time someone in camp had something to say about him, you were either defending Charles or singing his praises. Not obnoxiously so, but enough to make a few of the gang members suspicious. Despite an odd look here and there, no one said a word. Not even Charles himself. Charles too had wondered at times what your words would mean when you would tell Bill to shut up because Charles was the best hunter they had. Or when you would threaten Micah’s life whenever it looked like he was about to say a slur. It couldn’t be- right? Charles knew he made himself too boring and unassuming… You were probably just being a good friend. “Hey Charles.” You greeted, sitting beside him by the fire in front of Shady Bell. “I know this really isn’t your thing but I have a lead in Saint Denis and I… Well, I need a husband so I can get into this party.” You flashed a shy but goofy grin. “Find someone else.” You blinked in surprise. You knew it probably wasn’t personal but his cold reaction did sting a little. “C’mon.” You gently nudged him. “It’s not really my thing. I don’t think I can help you.” “I know, but I need someone who’ll keep their head. I don’t trust the others not to ruin it.” Charles turned to study your face. You didn’t usually go on jobs like this, nor did you normally ask for help. The mission must have been worth it. “Alright, let’s go.” Charles looked stunning. Trelawny called in a favor from someone in the city and was able to pull together extravagant outfits for the both of you. Charles tied his hair back and… damn did the man clean up well. It was unnatural seeing him this way. It didn’t suit him at all, you loved his usual look more than anything. But hey- you could admire Prince Charles for one evening. Heads turned as you both walked into the small garden party. It wasn’t anything over the top. Mostly it was rich women chatting together. You had met them previously and pretended you were married to a rich man in an attempt to gain access into their society. It worked… A little too well. They were eager to meet your husband. Charles was certainly not who they had expected. “Oh-” One of the women’s faces fell. Judgment danced in their eyes. “You’re married to…” Her mouth opened and closed. Immediately you spoke up before something unsavory was said. “This is my darling husband Charles Wilson.” “Mr. Wilson” A younger woman extended her hand for Charles to kiss. “Y/N tells us you’re quite the talented agricultural tycoon.” “Is that so?” Charles shot you an amused look. “I try to be humble but in plain terms, you can say that.” “How wonderful it is a man of your stature could be so… influential.” “Oh come now Mrs. Jones. I’d love to hear all about it. Our husbands aren’t half as interesting.” A third lady giggled. You gave Charles an apologetic look. You hated leaving him here but the thousands of dollars worth of jewelry weren’t going to steal its self. “I’m afraid, ladies, I feel a bit ill today. May I excuse myself?” “Of course, dear. We’ll keep your husband company. The powder room is upstairs to your left.” You slipped in and out easy enough. The jewelry wasn’t hard to find. Upon returning you rejoined everyone. Charles did look a bit bored and you could only imagine what these women were saying to your sweet handsome husband. “Thank you.” You turned to Charles as you both left for the night.  He had an arm wrapped around you, supporting his ‘ill’ partner. “I know they were terrible and I feel bad for dragging you into this.” “Not at all. I’m used to it. It doesn’t help that I’m not exactly husband material.” Charles tried to make fun of himself to lighten the mood but it only made you feel heavier. “Don’t say that.” You squeezed his shoulder. “That’s not true at all.” Maybe it was the drinks you had at the party, but suddenly you just couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Charles you are one of the gentlest people I’ve ever met. You’re compassionate and considerate. You’re so appreciative of everything around you. You don’t speak much but when you do you’re so damn articulate. I could listen to you talk for days and days and still be in awe of how brilliant your mind is. You’re just…” You ran your fingers through your hair while sucking in a sobering breath.  “So beautiful. And handsome, but that’s a story for another time.” A nervous laugh erupted from your lips. You probably went too far this time. “It’s an honor being seen next to you.” Thick awkward silence blanked the evening for the longest time. How could he respond to something like that? It sounded…. It sounded as though you genuinely liked him? “You really mean that?” Charles’ voice was filled with doubt. You were probably only saying those things because you felt bad for putting him in such a position. Though, it was nice to hear someone point out good things about his character and not just what he was useful for. No one had ever said anything like that to him before. It made his heart skip a beat. “I do.” Charles hummed with happiness. He believed you. “I’ll be your husband again. Maybe not for a party of rich white people, but we make a pretty couple. I’m sure we can find a way.” His gaze met yours fondly. Maybe one day being your husband won’t be an act but a reality. ___ Micah “There you are dead-weight.” You could have groan as the voice of none other than Micah Bell reached your ears. You were having a nice afternoon reading in the trees not far from camp. Ever since the gang left Colter Micah’s been on your back – for whatever reason – and it was getting on your last nerve. Dead-weight was his new favorite thing to call you. If it wasn’t that then it was probably ‘piglet’. You eat Pearson’s stew at camp around him one time and he was enraged because you ‘didn’t do enough to earn it’. He wasn’t every creative. It wasn’t that you didn’t pull your weight, because you did. You’re a real hard worker. But you also value your alone time and Micah… Well, he caught onto that real quick. Every damn time you wandered off for a moment to yourself he managed to find you one way or another. You were at the end of your rope. “Shouldn’t you be makin’ yourself useful? Go make money on your back or somethin’ like the other girls.” You looked up at him over your book while he scoffed at you. All you could do was snort in amusement. “Maybe you should go make money on your back, Micah. Though, I can’t imagine anyone would want to fuck your grimey unwashed ass.” Micah’s face twisted up in both confusion and rage. How dare you insinuate something so… Queer? So disgusting? He didn’t know what to say and you watched as he struggled to come up with a response. “I bring in the money, I don’t wash the clothes.” “And what money have you brought in?” Your voice was calm and measured. “Only Arthur and I’ve been bringing in the big bucks.” “I’ve been out workin’ real jobs that’ll bring in more than you and cowpoke have scrounged up in weeks.” You simply shut your book. “Sure you are, shit-ass.” Oh- a huge smile crossed your face. That’s what you’ll call him for now on.   Micah seemed to catch on, realization flashing across his face. He suddenly threw his head back with a hearty laugh. Never had he thought you’d return his energy. Not many people did. Arthur probably would but that man was beat into the ground and no fun in his opinion. But you? Hilarious! “I like that. I’ll remember that next time.” He loved it. He picked on you because he wanted to stare at your ass while you work around camp. He didn’t like it when his entertainment left his sight. To be honest Micah didn’t think anything would develop between the two of you. He considered you just as pathetic as Molly… But now… Maybe you did have a bite to you. An inkling of suspicion crept into your thoughts when you caught the joy in his eyes. Oh god- this was just the beginning. Micah was going to have his fun. ___ Josiah Josiah couldn’t help himself. He had to flirt with everything and anything he found beautiful. You were no exception. He didn’t expect anything to come of it. Nothing ever did. You laughed at his magic tricks and scolded him whenever you and Arthur had to get him out of trouble. You were just… Ordinary in his life. Like anyone else. You liked Josiah well enough. The two of you would talk about a show you’ve seen or a book you’ve read. However, you found yourself drawn to him as if there were a magnetic field pulling you in. Whenever Josiah would pop back up or walk into camp you seemed to jump up and greet him before anyone else could. Immediately you’d ask him how he was or where he’s been. Josiah thought it was amusing the first few times. You must have felt bad because no one else really cares if he’s there or not. “What’ve you been up to Mr. Trelawny?” You ask every time, leaning forward with an interested smile. He enjoyed you humoring him. “Well my dear, you see, there were these wolves-” always would he reply with some fabricated story with half-truths. You didn’t seem to mind. When Josiah had his face smashed in by bounty hunters in Rhodes the sting of embarrassment was greater than the pain. All because of you. It felt almost humiliating, letting you see him that way. Half expecting you to scold him or roll your eyes like usual, he was shocked as you gently took his chin and turned his head so you could examine him. “Does it hurt?” “Don’t worry about me, dear friend.” “You didn’t answer the question.” You pursed your lips in frustration. Josiah ran a hand through his hair. He squirmed under your concerned gaze, not used to gentle eyes being turned his way. It was weird. Truly strange. You carefully wiped the blood from his face and for once Josiah remained silent. Had you genuinely cared for him this whole time? His heart fluttered… Maybe… It’s silly to think, in his mind, but just maybe… He could start caring for you in the same way. ___ Hosea You follow Hosea around like a puppy at times. If a job had to be done, you were right there with Arthur to company him.  Fishing? Your pole would be out with bait on the hook or you’d sit beside him with a book in hand. You simply wanted to enjoy peace of his presence as he fished. It wasn’t annoying by any means. You’re not loud or presumptuous about it and it seemed as if you always knew exactly when he needed alone time or when he wanted space. Hosea enjoyed it. His boys were all grown and doing their own thing. Everyone now saw him as an old man. For awhile he did jobs on his own. Seeing who’s house he could slip into to make their pockets hurt. Now? He had a partner in crime who always understood his vision. It was fantastic! You two swap books when you’re done reading them and talk in length about philosophy. There was a certain deepness to your relationship. At first, Hosea saw you as a kindred spirit. You were someone who matched him like a puzzle piece. He spilled all of his heartaches to you as well as his hopes and dreams. Bessie was a big one. He’d speak of her when the gang was huddled around the fire at times. But there were things he couldn’t tell anyone. Not even Dutch who understood the loss of a woman he loved. When Hosea gave in, letting the emotions and memories of his dearly departed beloved spill from his lips like knocked over ink, you listened carefully. Offering empathy in ways Hosea didn’t even know he needed. In return he listened to your own heavy thoughts, offering his arms to cry in when needed. The whole gang knew about you and Hosea before you and Hosea figured it out for yourselves. “I think we should also bring Y/N to the party.” Hosea proposed in the midst of hashing out details from the mayor of Saint Denis. “Of course you do.” Ditch rolled his eyes, causing Hosea to cross his arms offensively. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “C’mon, look at’cha. I haven’t seen you like this in a long time, Hosea. Just ask them out already.” Hosea’s moth opened in protest but no words escaped. It took several seconds for Dutch’s words to properly click. All he could do was lean back against his chair. “You don’t think it’s too late for me?” His old friend shot him a weary smile. “It’s never too late for love.” For once Dutch was right. Hosea hummed to himself, conjuring a picture of the two of you together as an official couple. It did feel right. “I’ll keep that in mind.”