#Micah is silly... i adore him...

[pey-up]

Wanting to find out if other people are equally obsessed with the zeyn animation thingy on youtube (i have NO CLUE what the "title" is) but whenever i look for "christian dean" i get SUPERNATURAL stuff >:(

[johnpriceslamb]

hiii i love ur hcs smmm 🩷🩷😭 can we pls see arthur w a super affectionate clingy adorable cheery girlfriend pls im dying to see that man happy w an optimistic angel 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓮

❥ Headcannons w/ Arthur + his affectionate gf

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓒𝓔𝓔𝓓 ! ꒰ ❥ female ! reader ❥ hyper-feminine ! reader ❥ reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below ❥ 1k wrd count. ꒱

❥ Oh, he loves you.

❥ He was a bit reluctant to be in a relationship because of his past experiences. But he knew you wouldn’t handle his heart with carelessness, and as he gave in to his decision of being with you- he felt as if he entered into a relationship with an angel.

❥ You were so kind to him, so sweet, so utterly gentle it made him almost throw up rainbows and glitter. Sometimes he wondered how you even managed to be in the gang.

❥ He wouldn’t be so used to the clinginess at first. Before you came in his life, he didn’t get hugs nor felt someone cling onto his arm unless they wanted something, so it was a big change for him personally.

❥ But did he hate it? Absolutely not. When you first wrapped your little arms around his arm, his demeanour softened up immediately but his urge to protect you became even greater.

❥ PDA was new to him. Again, he was reluctant at first since he wasn’t so experienced in this field despite having past experiences, but he’s managed to get comfortable over time.

❥ The first time you’ve managed to display affection publicly with him was by interlocking your pinkie with his as you both walked around Valentines. A discreet action that no one could see unless if they were to near the both of you and squint their eyes.

❥ His cheeks became embarrassingly red when you intertwined your little pinkie with his, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the cheeky sight. He coughs awkwardly, tilting his head down which made the hat he wore block out the view of his face as he murmured that it was the sun making his face warm.

❥ It was cloudy that day.

❥ Each act of affection he’s received from you makes him all sappy and mushy inside, even if he was about to die from anger.

❥ Let’s say Micah manages to piss him off again the umpteenth time this whole week and his veins were visible on his forehead, a simple hug from behind by you or a little kiss on the cheek would make him droop and deflate, the anger which was bubbling inside his system was somehow replaced with comfort and relief just by your little action. He wonders how you manage to have that effect on him.

❥ Arthur is a big man, no doubt about it. It was kind of silly to see such a large comparison between the two of you. Even if you were as large as a wolf, or as tall as a palm tree, Arthur still manages to tower over you.

❥ Arthur enjoys your cheeriness. He envisions you as a puppy that yaps all the time, little tail wiggling at the back eagerly as he amusingly gives into your little babbling sessions of how you hoped that you made his day today.

❥ And he figures that you’ve already made his day just by existing.

“Arthur!”

There you were. Zooming to him like an excited puppy, hands giddily behind your back as you stand in front of the looming man. You can feel his eyes sizing you up and down multiple times to see if you’ve managed to get any blemishes from the time you and him didn’t see each other.

“Easy, girl.” He lets out a soft grunt at the feeling of your demure figure clinging to him like a koala. He holds you tightly with one arm below your tush to stabilise yourself, hoisting you up like a toddler. It takes him barely any effort to keep you still.

“Arthur,” You happily nuzzle your cheek into his chest, cooing out his name like a mantra, “I’ve missed you oh-so much!”

“‘S only been a day, darlin’.” He replies with that slow, southern drawl of his, “I missed you too though.”

“You better!” You beam as he strolls to his tent, plopping himself on his bedroll. You sit on his lap prettily, but you still manage to cling onto him like a koala.

He narrows his eyes at you, before sighing softly at the tiny kiss you give him on his cheek, “You’re a handful, y’know that?”

It doesn’t take long for him to reciprocate that little kiss of yours, landing his thin lips on your cherub-like cheek.

[vanderlesbian]

rdr2 men as girl dads

arthur, charles, john, dutch, + hosea

technically gn reader, but some things may be interpreted as being more fem? you are the other parent of the child

arthur morgan

+ he would definitely go to the women in the gang (and you of course, but he'll be more shy about it) to ask them questions. "is this what you ladies like?" before he gives his daughter a gift.

+ he'll document basically her entire life in his journal; write entries about her biggest moments and their times together, and he'll draw her all the time. there will be pages that are just covered in drawings of you and your daughter.

+ the other gang members would tease arthur for being "so soft" around his daughter and he probably gets real flustered about it, but you think it's adorable how gentle he is with her.

+ she will make flower crowns or put flowers in arthur's hair and a lot of the time he'll forget about it, so he'll walk around camp or even go out riding with a braid and flowers in his hair.

+ of course, your daughter would have some kind of knowledge as to what the gang does, but arthur will still try to hide violence from her. he'll make up silly excuses as to how he gets cuts or bruises, and he tends to hide his guns when around her. hell, he won't even really smoke when in her presence.

+ arthur is very accepting, and that especially applies to your daughter. if she wants to travel the world, he'd support it. if she said she wanted to be a dinosaur, he'd try his best to help her achieve that. the only thing he would say no to is being a gunslinger.

+ arthur's daughter would be a girl constantly surrounded by love. i can imagine her being artistic and creative like her dad, with the ability to get along well with anyone she meets. she would also be very expressive and bold, feeling that she can be whatever she wants.

charles smith

+ crafts dolls and other toys for her!!

+ he'll take your daughter out on nature rides or walks and will teach her all about animals and their importance. especially when she's a baby; he just finds it comforting to have a little friend he can talk to, even if she doesn't respond.

+ charles would be SO protective of his daughter. he would definitely teach her important rules of survival and how to handle weapons because he believes she can take care of herself, but he also can't help but step in immediately when the smallest altercations happen.

+ he also knows how cruel the world can be, and he doesn't want his daughter experiencing any of that. he likes to keep everything pg around her; if micah or someone is being inappropriate around her, charles will get upset quickly.

+ you can learn a lot from children, and charles is well aware of that. he's such an attentive listener when your daughter speaks to him, and will act like everything she says is revolutionary. he'll bring up a fact you've never heard of in a conversation with you, and when you ask him where he learned that from, he'll nudge his head towards your daughter.

+ i think charles' daughter would be a mini version of him, minus his use of violence lol. she would be quiet and only open up to those shes comfortable with, and would be very passionate about those she loves and the things she cares about.

john marston

+ you will always be able to tell when john dressed her because what in the hell is she wearing?

+ the goofiest dad but he's trying his best he swears!!

+ he's not the most vocally affectionate dad out there, but he'll randomly show up with gifts because he'll remember his daughter mentioning that she liked a specific item.

+ he'll also show affection by teaching her things. he doesn't really know what young girls would find interesting, so he just kind of assumes she would enjoy horseback riding or something of the sort. will definitely feel awkward if she expresses that she's bored.

+ john is trying, but he doubts himself and will always come to you for reassurance. he feels a lot better after speaking with you about things. "i'm just...bad at this stuff. you think she even likes me?" "john, she loves you more than anything, and i do too."

+ he's so bad at playing pretend, but he tries his hardest and you think it's so funny. if arthur catches him playing dolls with your daughter, he'll definitely tease him about it later. "dad, use your girl voice!"

+ a daughter raised by john marston would probably be rather shy, but also very kind, patient, and understanding. she might also take on some of her dad's sarcasm.

dutch van der linde

+ he would spoil his baby girl ROTTEN. he just can't seem to ever say no to her and will end up going into town himself to get a new stuffed animal for the kid the moment she asks for one.

+ dutch would definitely boast about how smart his daughter is. he would teach her to read and write as soon as possible and would feel so proud when she tells him about the things she read or wrote about. "she gets it from me, of course."

+ he would quite literally kill for his daughter. he's definitely the scary dad, but like in a way that she will casually bring up "oh yeah my dad has killed people" on first dates.

+ dutch's daughter would definitely be one to have a rebellious phase. i think he would tend to insist that she stays at camp because it's safest, but he would raise a girl that's curious about what the country is like outside of her tent. there would be many instances where dutch will send someone out—or himself to go find her after she steals a horse and runs off somewhere.

+ i feel like he would want to name his daughter something like...antique, or based off of some character from literature. things like ophelia, elizabeth, athena, victoria...

+ i actually think that dutch would raise a rather fiesty daughter. educated and bold, i think a daughter raised by the leader of the van der linde gang would grow to be a leader herself.

hosea matthews

+ i think hosea was born to be a girl dad.

+ he would so have a nickname for her that would stick with her for the rest of her life. something cute like dew drop or honey bee; and sometimes even the other gang members would call her by that nickname.

+ with the way hosea sits and listens to the women in the camp, he would do the same with your daughter. although he can be a stern parent when needed, he'll always listen to her before doing anything else.

+ he'd love to teasingly embarrass her in front of the others. "remember when you were wearing diapers until you were four years old?" "dad!"

+ HE KNOWS HOW TO DRESS A BABY!! and he would be so proud of himself. he'd probably be more excited over baby clothes than you.

+ oh he would treat her like a princess. i imagine him reading her fairytales as a child and will play along with her when she pretends to be a princess. if he could, he would build her a castle.

+ i believe that hosea would raise a humorous, kind hearted girl, who can also be rather mischievous. i can imagine his daughter being very outgoing and friendly, but very serious when needed.

[stinky-frontiersman]

Having silly little AU thoughts

Idk about anyone else but I always get so attached to my horses in-game, be it a story horse or a rdo horse

But what if Baylock had to retire for some reason, maybe an injured leg and it would be unwise to strain him (even Micah knows not to push his mount too far) and he steals a stallion from someone off in Strawberry? Whole load of lore there-

I'm thinking seal brown Dutch warmblood, mohawk and short-cropped tail- totally not my current rdo horse or anything-

(His name is Old Smokes 💕)

And coyotes? What about coyotes? I absolutely ADORE coyotes. Something similar to Cain perhaps, wild coyote wanders into camp and just sticks around despite Micah's many attempts at shooing it away (he's tried to shoot a few times and missed), and eventually he gets used to having him around

Grahahjskskdkdkdkdkdkd I love me some AU ideas

I might write it. I might not. Maybe I'll draw it or smth, idk

In the meantime? Lil doodle of Old Smokes as a foal, haven't quite yet got the colouring nor the line weight right on this one:

[verdemoun]

WHEN DUTCH SAYS “hosea, i…miss him” I SWEAR TO YOU ON MY LIFE THERE IS A TEAR ROLLING DOWN HIS CHEEK I SAW IT

i have such a love hate relationship with this interaction because i hear it as 'you sound like hosea. i miss... him'. like dutch the trembling inhale looking up to stop himself crying like grief is going to destroy him but also it feels like 'i miss...him' as a jab at arthur trying to step up because he wasn't hosea. dutch wasn't suddenly going to turn to him for advice on plans. arthur was still his son, subvervient, beneath him, an enforcer and gunman and nothing more.

back to your regularly scheduled angst

Arthur, understandably, withdrew into himself a bit when he heard what happened to Dutch. Hosea knows his poor boy has always been a sulker, whether it was over Mary or disagreements with gang members Arthur sulks and bottles things up.

In 19th century normalized destructive habits, he decides the solution is to get Arthur drunk. Arthur's always been a fun, silly drunk. They'll have a few too many drinks and laugh about the old days - the good times, just the two of them. Like when Arthur was too stubborn to admit he shouldn't have killed a rabbit with a shotgun and chipped his tooth on buckshot when he insisted on eating it. Or how when Hosea finally decided to formally introduce him to Bessie, Arthur got so nervous he fainted. They'd laugh too hard, Arthur would drink too much and no doubt pass out, and in the morning he'd feel hungover but more like himself again.

And it's working. Arthur starts cackling as he reminds Hosea of the time Bessie had to help him play dominos against the old man, only to discover Hosea had been cheating the entire time and was exiled to sleeping on the ground while Arthur got to sleep in the bed. Hosea countered with the fact he was 19 at the time and still snuggled up to Bessie like a little kid, which she adored and Arthur has always denied.

If not for how clearly and confident Arthur said it after a long burst of laughter, Hosea would've told himself he misheard. "It should've been me, in Saint Denis." Tells him not to say stupid things, but the fun, silly Arthur is gone. He goes on.

Says he was already a dying man and too stupid to realise. If he'd been shot in Saint Denis instead of Hosea, Hosea would've saved Dutch. Hell, he would've saved the gang. Hosea would've talked Dutch out of all the stupid plans like he always had, and he would've realised Micah was the rat and dealt with him like any traitor. They would've stayed together, everyone would've been happy. Dutch would've listened to him, they would've made it back out West. Jack would've grown up surrounded by family and the bureau would've had no reason to go after John, Bill wouldnt't have started his own gang, Javier wouldn't have had to flee back to Mexico everyone would've been so much happier if he died instead of Hosea because he wasn't enough. He was never going to be enough to save everyone. He couldn't even save Dutch, because he wasn't enough and he was sorry because he failed.

Hosea had only seen Arthur cry a handful of times over his entire life. When he scratched one of Dutch's records as a boy and thought they were going to throw him out, when Mary left him, when Eliza and Isaac died, the first time he held Jack. He knows Arthur is a messy, ugly crier, and once he starts all he can do is hold him. So that's exactly what he did, hoping at least some part of Arthur believed him when he said none of it was his fault.

[dazednstoned]

https://www.tumblr.com/dazednstoned/741523297559281664/silly-question-your-top-5-favourite-rdr?source=share

THIS IS SUCH AN REAL TOP LIST (would rank them the same ngl) bcs i agree with it and how it's easy to like most of the characters except the obvious ones (Dutch, Micah ect). Literally, Abigail and Molly deserve so much more apprecation, their background story is heart breaking 😔 Agree with John also, ngl he is so much more adorable and silly in rdr1 as well lol. Loving a loser here. Wishing for u to play the game too one day. 🤭

Charles is truely a gem in the gang! And I saw way too much hate on Jack these past months, like damn the trauma this kid must be wearing inside him???

Agreed!!! Molly and Abigail are such tragic characters. It's a shame people tend to only view things from a singular perspective when it comes to them.

Him in rdr is just so special to me. I've watched play throughs, but I definitely need to play the game. I have it installed, but I'm waiting to play it for when I have to write the events of rdr1.

I don't really understand the Jack hate, especially for preteen Jack. He was abandoned by his father and has undergone a ton of trauma, I don't blame him for being resentful. I can understand criticism of LH Jack and his treatment of women, but that's dependent on how you play the game.

[icarussfireyfall]

MORE SCARLETT AND MICAH

Guys I have so much story and art for these guys fr....

Art is somewhat self-explanatory

The kiddo is Elijah (Eli) Lovett - Scarlett and Micahs kid (he only exists in an AU that one of the children I've adopted convinced me to make cause they didn't like how the story ended) He's a silly lil guy who adores people and life in general but can never compete a story without starting 50 other ones

The last two are one of my favorite pieces I've done of Scarlett and Micah just cause it's funny - Micah has earned the title 'Unapologetic Swiftie' and listens to contemporary pop whereas Scarlett is emo and depressed (Micah is depressed too but in a different flavor) and listens to emo/punk/grunge style music. The first time Scarlett hears Micah singing along to Taylor Swift (prolly the song paper rings or something) she is both bewildered and SLIGHTLY appalled - she still loves him more than anything though

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Heehee you reblogged the ask thing so I'm stepping up to the plate! I absolutely adore your blog, your artstyle is so fucking pleasing to look at, especially the way you draw Bill and Micah. Every time you analyze a canon character you do so in a way that not only makes sense, but opens a broad spectrum of headcanons for said character without diminishing who they are in the game. Adding onto "not diminishing character", I love that you still manage to retain a canon character's personality in your art, even when they're just doing goofy shit. Micah is again the perfect example: You not only show off his rough and tumble personality, but you show the layers beneath him in both your art and writing. And don't even get me started on the ways you represent other villains or antagonistic characters such as Colm. You keep his slimy, shitty personality even when he's doing something as simple as smiling, or doing silly things like being a weird little catboy The long and the short of it is, you've opened my eyes to a whole new perspective on a lot of characters, and I'll continue to stalk your blog like the weirdo I am lmao. Hugs and kisses (platonic), keep up the amazing work Meeks :)

HEJEBSJHWHBDJSU I read this while eating breakfast and it made my day I am so deranged silly and happy for this ask aahhhhh!!!!

;-; man I wish I could hit every point you hit. I am happy my micah and bill art pleases you!! Colm art too. I’m happy my silly art style and writing and capture the multiple dimensions of these complex characters. And I am especially honored my occasional character analysis posts are well liked! I don’t feel like I being a lot of 100% original takes on anything but sometimes just rereading a well known fanon interpretation is as rewarding as discovering a novel new one.

Ahh for real thank you, this means so much to me and I am happy you took the time to type it all.

[townofcadence]

⭐i am so excited with artair and mortem but i am also curious af to hear your other thoughts

Send a ⭐ for Muse Combinations!

Okay well to start off, I AGREE!! I love Artair and Mortem's dynamic from what we've talked about, and I adore Mortem as a character in general! Artair has as lot going on and I definitely see them connecting in ways that are going to be meaningful in their own way, and I am jazzed for it :D

BUT! On to others!

Personally, I think Jace and Mortem could be fun. I think Jace has some weirdness given his dead state but not realizing it yet, and how he has an ability to warp reality that's very empowered. At the very least I think it could be interesting, how much he clearly has a love and thirst for life given what he is, and how he believes himself to be alive with so much conviction that he breaks how things work around himself to account for what he believes. I don't know what would happen with the two, but i could see her think it's at least neat since he is oblivious xD

Opal i think could be fun, but i think mostly because i think they'd have some flirtatious banter with one another potentially, and opal likes taking down people who deserve it. If mortem found someone she felt had no potential who was basically a rich jackass, opal would totally be down for the two of them being a curse to befall them xD

Saffron--- would probably not be necessarily an extensive interaction, but Saffron is so terrified of the supernatural stuff, that i think it'd be at least a little funny if at least once Mortem scared him just for the lols. Two other muses have done this and he's the kind to be like 'nope' and run with a little cloud behind him so i think it could at least be a little silly one off thing at the very least. But also, as an apothecary, his access to plants and what he has could be really helpful and they could potentially connect in some way (even if she still scares him shitless because he's a weenie lol)

Mortem is more than allowed to meet trimst if she wants, though trimst is mainly just a little mischievous eldritch cat thing xD

Alyx i think could be interesting, if only because i think his ability to chronicle the future could be at least interesting for her to take note of, though i don't know how they'd get along in person so far xD

Atlas might be interesting, because of them being a fae but likely not like any Mortem has seen. They are a physical being and she is also not like what little i know of Mortem's patron, so it could be neat. Micah would be in a similar vein, but also because of his own survival of hardship and his harshness in some situations and protective ferocity could affect what she sees in them, and he has a connection to Atlas so they could appear together at some point

Dr. Salem Conner could be interesting because he has almost complete control over the body and all components in it. He's always seeking knowledge, so there is capacity for them to engage out of interest to the ways she's changed herself.

Maneki and her might have a strange interaction because of maneki's power over luck and mortem's over potential. they're not the same but in the same vein they kind of play into each other in a sense, so it could be interesting lol

With as often less than human as Mortem has the capacity to be as a witch, I think she would be given the chance to partake of weaver's carnival. I think it would be interesting, though it's difficult since weaver is a lower activity muse who is .... definitely on the villainous side. IT might not end well for the ringmaster xD

Alistaire could be interesting , due to the fact he is trying to learn magic and how to cleave a soul. As a magic user, that could definitely intersect with Mortem :D

They are low activity, but Nimbus, Eden, and Alistair/Aria could be interesting! they're like artair but they are true embodiments. These three are related to artair actually, but i think given the similarities between witches and the ethereals (name subject to change) there could be an interesting interaction there at some point in the future :D

[whumpcloud]

I simply adore ur series „The body (and him)“🥰Hurt/Comfort is my everything, I’ll level with u🥰🥰

If it’s okay, could you make some picrews of the characters? Oorrrrr it would be actually so nice to have a tiny snippet about ur blorbos, where Micah makes some small progress in healing the body just a bit❤️‍🩹

aww thank you so much!! i do have some picrews of them, here you go :D

they are the sillies ever. i am working on some more writing with them!! i just have like a billion other things to write and do agshdf

[dcviated]

@rfn-margot sent: New icon inspires an ask for a new season; how is Raguna handling the weather? All those leaves all over the farm and home? (And town?)

Rune Factory is a great farm sim but like all games in its genre simplifies a lot of… things. Whether it’s the fact there’s not a single bathroom in the RF series that you can see or the quizzical state of technology. On the one hand we’re magic-wielding backwater towns and on the other we have airships and flamethrower tanks. What is it? Where even are we??? I’m reaching for concrete foundations from which to build up my own version of this world and left with so many choices I feel like I’m building my own world entirely.

Well. That’s fine.

All this a preamble for me to get into… there’s a fuckton of trees around Kardia and Trampoli. Fall comes around and we don’t have to do any raking? Are you kidding? The only person who gets an excuse is Micah in RF3 farming under a tree and I guess Ares in RF5 with the dragons up in the air… There’s gonna be leaves. Neither town Raguna has lived in are windy enough that he’d escape the wrath of leaves. But! I think he’d enjoy it! It’s busy work, sure- but there’s going to be at least one or two monster helpers with him that play in those leaves. And that brings much needed laughter to our solitary farmer. Because he needs socializing and doesn’t always get much prior to marriage.

Raguna isn’t immune to jumping into leaf piles himself. The guy can be silly, especially when people aren’t there to watch. This can and should be exploited by an ask or someone or something I am asking anyone reading this to take advantage of it and !! You know!! Don’t make me spell it out.

As for the weather? Thriving. I was actually going to make a post about this as I’ve made in the past, that despite being a spring lad and that being his favorite the fall is not too far behind. Summer has its benefits. Winter brings its reprieves. Spring brings the work drive and readiness to develop but … Autumn is a time of settling and savoring. Whether it’s the shift of climate into more temperate ranges or the resurgence of the seasonal tastes that are oh so appealing not just to enjoy but to make for others who enjoy.

Raguna particularly enjoys those soft warm evenings with a hot mug of something spiced to drink. Sitting on the porch and listening to the growing wind whistle through the branches or brush the tips of the plants through the fields. He’s a reflective person and this is something you can do in any season, sure. But it’s the drink that makes it. A drink you can savor best when you feel the chill just start to pull at your skin.

The cooler weather also brings with it warmer clothing. We’ve only seen Raguna in his one outfit (two others if you count the wedding scenes) but I 100% believe he is someone who likes wearing warm hats, scarves, and layers when he’s working outside. Compared to the hot season he’s escaping; this lets the lad actually break into his wardrobe! Okay, not too dramatic. Raguna isn’t stylish by any stretch, but he does have clothes and familiar pieces he likes to wear. Soft wool-lined pieces. Collars. What have you. COMFORT. COMFY.

Also sweaters. Girls wearing sweaters? Maybe that’s my bias.

Oh yeah. And Raguna grows a pumpkin patch to give to people to carve for the season!

He’ll carve some too! They look silly! Not very scary!

And he absolutely adores the markets and festivals.

But he doesn’t do the drinking thing still.

Anything else I’m forgetting? Hm.

[ratkiing-a]

@antigodeus sent : [ COAX ]  the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them,  breathing praises against their skin.  / Micah being the dominant one !!! <:)

this level of intimacy, being on display like this, it was something charlie wasn't used to. another thing that charlie was not used to was feeling this level of trust with a partner. micah loved him, and he knew that. he had never felt this level of comfort in such an act like this, and it made him feel so happy and warm. because of all this, it wasn't rare for charlie to become embarrassed, far too sensitive for his own good. hands move up to cover his face, trying to hide his flush. he feels their hands grab his with such care, gently moving them away from his face. wide eyes gaze at micah, but they quickly shut when their lips are pressed to his. he can't help but let a low moan build in the back of his throat.

hands move then to run up and down micah's arms, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as micah whispers soft words of praise against his cheeks, his neck, his chest. he feels like he's floating for a moment, heart beating quickly in his chest. "i ... i'm doing good ??" charlie whispers, eyes shining as he gazes at micah with adoration. every self conscious thought that had been building in his mind seemed to melt away. charlie was not the most self confident man in the world, but when he was with micah, he felt so good. loved, cared for, safe.

"i ... i love you so much." he says softly, capturing their lips together once more. "wanna ... i wanna do good for you, make you feel good." the words almost feel silly coming out of his mouth, but that thought passes by quickly. the words were true, and that's all that mattered.

[hellmouth-manor]

the night in our brief happiness, silently. | micah | ch4 body rx

The days have blurred together for Micah, as they so often do, so he doesn’t really know how long it’s been since he gave the manga back to Hibiki. That might have been yesterday? Or the day before that? It’s hard to tell when you can’t get more than an hour’s rest without being stirred by some horrible vision. And even he would admit that, at first, it was funny. There was comedy to be found in watching his friends fail a hallucinatory savage raid they didn’t even know they were trying to prog. Compared to everyone else, he must have gotten off pretty easy when it came to visions, right?

…He didn’t bother telling most people that by the sixth day the glowing tethers and towers had become interspersed with the corpses of his friends. For one, it’d make them concerned. And for two, it felt as if speaking it aloud would be manifesting that fear into reality. So maybe he could avoid it if he stayed quiet. Maybe one of the very few beating hearts left he didn’t care for would get picked off instead, and he could tread water just that little bit longer before he started to worry again. Tread water just a little bit longer, while he-

-no, he didn’t deserve that.

Hibiki had asked him if he had any similar sentiments to share when that manga was returned and Micah found himself unable to clear even that low bar. He didn’t have any touching moments. He didn’t have any inspiring memories. Micah was a stunted failure in every way he could think of. He had nothing. He was nothing. Nothing at all in every regard. No titles, no accomplishments, no life progress, no goals achieved, nothing to call his own. A hollow shell of a man piloted by anyone who cared to take the reins, only useful as an extension of their (often asinine) wishes. Sad. Useless. No wonder he was in Hell. You’d be hard pressed to find someone who’d wasted every opportunity given to them as hard as Micah had. Someone who’d wasted their life as hard as Micah had. He stood among serial killers and criminals and freaks and at least they’d all done something with their lives, or they had a reason for being the way they were, and he had- nothing.

He knew that all along, of course. To hate himself for that was so old hat that it wasn’t worth thinking about. But it was a different kettle of fish entirely to stare at Mirai’s mangled corpse and understand that she really was something he’d never deserved.

Mirai, the kindest of them all, the one who shouldn’t have been here in the first place. What words could he use to express how he felt for her? Any adjective he could think of felt sallow and tacky. Trite. Not worth saying, not worth coming from him. He wasn’t like her. He didn’t have her talent. He didn’t have her anything. She- She’d really been- what had kept him going. She’d been the reason he hadn’t given up. Had she known that? Had he managed to tell her that, with his shallow vocabulary, his coward heart, his total lack of ability to connect to other people? Did she know that just her presence made him, for the first time in his life, want to try and be something more than he was?

Was Mirai ever aware of how happy she made him? Did she know how beautiful she was in the starlight when they sat outside and spun their silly little stories about princesses and knights and planets far away? How much he adored her- her calm voice, her soft hair, her warm hands, her quiet brilliance? How she was one of the only people in this world who could make him feel like- maybe- he belonged somewhere? He couldn’t tell. Maybe not. Maybe he’d failed at that, too. Maybe it was all useless. Maybe it was better if she didn’t know. Maybe it was better that his coward heart, his coward mouth, they’d never managed to work up the courage to say- 

I love you, 

-since he never deserved her. If he couldn’t even stop her from dying, what use was he? None. Useless. Useless words, useless thoughts, useless actions, not helping anyone, not saving anyone. Mirai, his princess, his world- the one thing he never wanted was for her to suffer, but it looked like he couldn’t even manage that- 

What was he going to do?

If he didn’t have a future any more, what was he going to do? 

[chessyhoward]

A giggle slipped from between Chess' lips as Matty bumped her shoulder, her laughter mingling with his own in the dark of the bar. She wondered absently what they looked like to other people, their heads bowed together as they shared one side of the booth. Did the pretty waitress, bustling from table to table, who shot Chess a polite smile as she'd wiggled past her moments earlier, look at the two of them and see them for what they were? Just two co-workers sharing a drink after a long day, or to the untrained eye, did they look like something more?

"I don't think I really need to devise a scheme to get close to you, hon." she quipped, a blush high on her cheeks. Hearing herself back, a cocky, overconfident idiot, she shook her head, immediately searching for a way to take those words back. "I just mean, well, you're quite forward, aren't you?"

Not making things better, Chessy! she chided herself inwardly, practically feeling herself slump down in her chair.

When it came to Matthew Parker, Chess knew she was fooling nobody. Perhaps not even Matthew Parker himself. Despite all her denials, her voice pitching an octave or two higher when Joey and Poppy needled her about her "crush", she was certain she wore the truth of it plain on her face. The more time the two of them spent together, the harder she found it to hide. Her stomach fluttered against her will when they briefly locked eyes across the room, his smile no longer for the camera but for her, specifically. She was sure her voice sounded funny when it sounded out his name, so hard was she trying to stamp out any hint of endearment in it. Everything she knew about him, she liked. She liked his fierce, silly love for his friends, and how easy it was for him to bestow his affection upon them. She liked the loose linen shirts he wore, and the fact they were always unbuttoned a little too far down. She liked his penchant for hot pink, and she liked the way he took her seriously. She liked that very much.

It occurred to her, all at once, that she thought Hazel would like him very much, too. And then she banished that thought just as quickly. On what basis did she have the right to assume as such? Because she liked him? Hazel had taken so well to Henry and Diego and Micah. She adored them, in fact. But Chess had never introduced her daughter to someone like Matty. Someone she could see herself really, really caring for, if she would let herself.

"Hm, no?" Chess prompted, subconciously leaning into his side a little as he spoke. "Mess around with pliers and swatches of fabric, you mean?"

Her hands fluttering in mid air, she pressed on, "I find what you do interesting. I mean, your world, it's all I've ever wanted to be part of, really. And besides, you have your art. Which is... amazing, really. Incredible. We're not so different, I suppose. Not that I'm comparing what we do, I'm sure your art is-"

Trailing off midsentence, Chess lifted her eyes, her face growing hot as she realised just how close Matty was to her. The bright blue of his eyes trained on her like she was saying the most interesting thing in the world, instead of needlessly babbling.

"Beautiful." she breathed, a smile touching her lips. "I'm - I'm sure your paintings are really, really beautiful."

The Australian pulled in a shaky breath as Matty's fingertips grazed the apple of her cheek, brushing a few wayward strands of hair behind her ear. Her stomach fizzed, warm and content as she graced him with the full force of her smile.

"You really need to stop doing things like that." she teased, no malice in her voice as she gave his knee a soft nudge under the table. "Before I do something really reckless and silly, that makes us working together painfully awkward."

Flirty as Matty could be, he didn’t like to think of himself as a sleaze, and he desperately hoped that wasn’t how others perceived him. He saw no shame in admiring pretty people, nor in enjoying sex so long as it was between two happy, consenting adults and nobody was getting hurt in the process. And yet, there was still a part of him that felt ten shades of guilty for the feelings he appeared to be harbouring for both Chess and Jax. Though the two of them were his friends, and neither of them had uttered any sort of expectations from him with regards to their sweet little flirtationships, he often worried in case either of them might think he was leading them on. To be perfectly blunt, he thought they were both gorgeous, a strange thrill coursing through him any time he managed to coax a blush out of them.  

His situation with Jax was easy, simple, the two of them mutually consensual in their fleeting dalliances, and he had no doubt in his mind that, if either of them ever chose to take it that step further, he could easily fall for the other man someday. But with Chess, right from the get-go, there seemed to be something more. There was something about the girl that he couldn’t help but gravitate towards, a magnetism that he wouldn’t want to resist even if he knew how. The attraction had been instantaneous on Matty’s part, and everything about her seemed to endear him to her more and more each time they spoke. 

Matty was no stranger to flirting and teasing, to making it known to the other person that he was attracted to them, and that he’d be interested in taking things to the next level. Chess, however, seemed endlessly surprised by his high regard for her, always blushing and ducking her head, turning away from his compliments. A more fragile man might take offence at her behaviour, perhaps even assume she didn’t return his feelings, but Matty didn’t mind; He was merely content to be in her company in whatever capacity she’d allow him to be, and right now a walk through the city with her as she told him about her day felt like hitting the jackpot. 

As Chess looped her arm with his own, Matty glanced at her, offering her a smile. He couldn’t reciprocate her touch or pull her in, not with his hands full, but the gentle nature of it warmed his chest. It was nice to see a more relaxed version of Chess, someone who wasn’t so afraid to let her guard down and be affectionate. He pondered over that fact as they walked and he listened to her, nodding where appropriate as she told him all about her day. It was nice to hear that she was getting along well with the crew – it was rare that Matty worked on a shoot without his signature people by his side, but photographers and models always varied from job to job, and he’d found himself to be mostly lucky with the company he shared. He was glad that Chess was finding everybody as favourable as he did, and that she was finding an increase in hits on her pages too. 

As the two of them disentangled upon entering the bar, Matthew followed her lead, arching a brow when Chess showed a much bossier side of herself. He smirked in her direction as she wiggled her fingers in his direction, awaiting the bags that were currently weighing him down. It would be crass to admit as much, but the tone of her voice unlocked something within him that he hadn’t known existed, a pool of arousal stirring in the pit of his stomach. Clearing his throat, he handed her one bag at a time, doing as he was told and trying his best not to draw attention to the weight he now felt pressing between his legs. 

Instead, he simply slid into the booth beside her, being sure to tug his jacket down and tighter around his waist under the guise of being cold. 

“Well, isn’t this cosy?” Matty teased, leaning in to bump his shoulder against her own. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d believe this was all a reuse just to get close to me.” 

He laughed then, eager to enforce the fact that he was merely joking, a harmless jab. He didn’t want to make Chess uncomfortable, even if he did enjoy the delicate blush that so frequently graced her pretty face. 

“My day was uneventful, actually,” he shrugged as he thought back on his day.  

Nothing of real note had happened, and he found himself suddenly disappointed, wishing he could fabricate some sort of work-related drama just so that he could report it back to Chess. He paused momentarily, wondering if he could muster up something interesting to rattle off to the girl, falling flat as he recalled his below-average day. In truth, he’d simply stood there looking pretty for the vast majority of it, her own day sounding far more exciting. 

“Lots of standing, lots of pouting. A touch up here and there,” he sighed, waving a hand of dismissal. “What I do isn’t nearly as interesting as what you do, Francesca.” 

He meant it, too. He shifted in his seat, then, their close proximity suddenly startling as he turned to truly look at her. Reflexively, he lifted a hand as he noted a few rogue strands of hair tickling her cheek, his breath seeming to leave him as he regarded her perfectly windswept look. Carefully, he tucked the stray hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek in the process. 

“There we are,” he smiled, giving her a final once-over. “Perfect.” 

[the-magicians-blue]

*walks up to you in my tattered victorian clothes, holding a dirty bread loaf* please sire (gender neutral)...one cup of micah yujin content again🥺🥺

Why did I cackle at this 😂😂😂 I feel like atp I should just do a week of Micah content ya know give everyone a healthy does of the Yujin Experience only if y’all want it though! Im thinking each day is a different topic you guys choose? Let me know what ya think!

1:26pm

Though Micah’s main love language is quality time, physical touch comes a close second. As much as he loves spending time with you and just talk, being able to touch you is a big bonus. He didn’t realize just how close physical touch was until he first came to see you. Being able to talk to you about anything with you all snuggled up against him was a feeling he didn’t realize he needed. The added intimacy just made your conversations feel so much more important, even the silly things like how if you ever became a cat he’d take you home and take care of you with Skrunkly.

The down side to learning this is that he starts to miss you in ways he didn’t before. When he went home and you went back to video calls, he’d randomly start pouting as he looked at you. When you ask him whats wrong he often complains about wanting to hug you or kiss you. It’s not that just talking doesn’t do it for him anymore, he just likes the little bonus. Its like trying a new version of a snack you like, the original is still good, but that doesn’t mean you won’t crave a little extra every now and then.

The longer he was away the more he wanted to hold you. So a few weeks later you find Micah standing in front of your door with a suitcase and an adorable cat carrier with that signature goofy ass smile he usually has.

“Soooo, don’t be mad but I remembered you saying you only had to work two days this week since your job is giving you a break after that big project they gave you so I thought hey! Why don’t we have a sleepover with the queen herself, Skrunkly! Pleasedontbemadijustreallymissedkissingandhuggingyou.”

You couldn’t be mad at him even if you wanted to, he even brought the baby with him. He does his best to make up for the sudden appearance by helping with cooking and cleaning. Is this his way to ensure more snuggle time? Yes. Will he ever outwardly admit that. Hell no. He’ll claim he’s just keeping to his word of cooking and cleaning while you work.

If he’s not cuddling you and Skrunkly he’s always touching you in some way shape or form. Whether its holding your hand when you’re out showing him around the city you live in or gently holding your waist while you prove you’re just as good a cook as he is, an argument he quickly admitted defeat on. Once he goes back home he won’t be able to do all of this so he’s trying to get his fill before then. Sometimes he’ll put on jazz or some old R&B just to have an excuse to drag you into dancing. If its R&B he’d sing the lyrics softly in your ear cause he’s definitely playing some cheesy love song.

“Gotta make sure I get a good dose of lovin’ before I go back home ya know?”

Micah loves being the big spoon. It makes him feel like your protector and it’s his silent way of saying he loves you and he’s not going anywhere. And when you snuggle into him it makes his heart flutter, it makes him feel like you want him there. He’ll sing the song he wrote for you if you ask and melts when you sing with him.

However on his more down days or when he feels like he needs a little reassurance he likes being the little spoon. He’ll bury his face in your chest and cling as tightly as possible. He doesn’t talk much when he’s like this. He really just wants your presence and affection. He’s prone to falling asleep when he lays on you like this. He can’t help it, the way you hold him and scratch his head makes him feel so… safe.

[opie-nixx]

You're not Illiterate. (CHAP. 10)

Lenny: "When we doin some readin?" Lenny practically prances over to Sean with a cup of coffee

Sean: "Not now Lenny, please. I've almost got it anyhow."

Lenny: "I told ya I'd have you readin. Okay, now come on, I can't do it if you won't let me try." He argues. Arthur and I watching from afar.

Sean: "Look, what's the point of readin anyhow? Just puts silly idea's in me head.

Lenny: "Exactly, that's the point of readin."

Sean: "Another day, please." Sean looks down, sharpening his knife.

Lenny: "Fine, but you can't avoid avoid me forever." Lenny walks off. I've seen this go on for weeks while Arthur has been healing. I push myself up.

Arthur: "What are you doin?" He chuckles watching me walk off.

Y/n: "He's gonna learn." I march my way and hop up on the table next to Sean.

Y/n: "Why you givin him a hard time?"

Sean: "Readin's stupid." He mutters out. I light up a ciggerate and take a small puff.

Y/n: "You know, I hate doing math. In fact I suck at it." I chuckle.

Y/n: "Learning new thing's can be a pain in the ass for you to understand especially when you feel like an idiot for not knowing what everyone else does." I take another drag.

Sean: "Why you tellin me this?" He sighs.

Y/n: "You're not alone when it comes to this shit, in fact you have more people here than I did learning. I promise you no-one is gonna make fun of you for not knowing a word. We have all stuttered on a word or mispronounced it." He looks at me and I give him a small smile holding out the ciggerete for him to take. He takes it while giving a long sigh.

Sean: "Foine, I'll learn how to read." I giggle.

Y/n: "Fuck yeah. You irish bastard. LENNY! Get back here with that book!" I yell over to him, hopping off that table. I take my place next to Arthur.

Arthur: "Ain't you Miss Encouragement." He says sarcastically.

Y/n: "Life is hard and depressing enough, why not live a little?" I retort.

Arthur: "I guess." He pulls me closer and plants a kiss to my cheek. His beard scratching my face. I turn to him.

Y/n: "You need a trim, my good sir." I giggle running my hands through his long hair.

Arthur: "You don't like it?" He gives his beard a stroke.

Y/n: "I have nothing but adoration for how you present yourself. But give the beard a trim....and keep the hair." I give him a peck.

Arthur: "I know this is off the subject..but..uh..How old are you?" He kinda whispers.

Y/n: "Oh? I guess you don't know much about me?" I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck.

'I know you though.'

I can feel Arthur's gaze on me. I lightly blush as I turn to look at him.

Y/n: "20...I'm 20." Arthur's color drains from his face as he begins to choke on air. I can't help but hold my stomach while I laugh my ass off.

Arthur: "You screwin with me, woman!?" He mutters out taking a few deep breaths.

Y/n: "No, I'm very serious." I wipe the tears from my eyes.

Arthur: "I'm 36."

Y/n: "Niiice...heheh."

Arthur: "I gotta head out into town to help Micah and Bill with somethin. Possible job." He says standing up putting his hat back on.

Y/n: "Mmmkay. I come with."

Arthur: "I really would prefer it if you stay here."

Y/n: "I'd prefer it if you didn't argue with me." I make my way towards my horse. Arthur behind me.

Sean: "Wait for me. I'll ride wit ya's." He says standing up and practically running away from Lenny. My eye's widen with fear a bit as I watch Sean.

Arthur: "You okay darlin?" He asks putting his hands on my hips and giving me a concerned look.

Y/n: "Yeah.." I snap myself out of it and flash him a smile before putting my foot in the stirrups and climbing up. Arthur shares another concerned look.

Arthur: "You can talk to me ya know."

Y/n: "I know that, darlin." I lean down and give him a peck.

Sean: "Can we get goin? I don't want to watch you two weirdo's suck faces any longer."

Arthur: "Shut up." He grumbles before mounting his own horse.

The ride was filled with Sean talking about his pa which I understood why they all wanted him to shut up about it. He just goes on and on and some of his words I don't even think it was english. It was like his own word with his thick irish accent. I'll admit it was funny but I was worried about him dying. I was going to do anything I could to keep him alive.

'You're a good person.' I smile to myself.

Arriving in Rhodes made me feel like I was working in a saw mill from all the dust I was inhaling. We all hitch on the side of the bank where we saw Micah and Bill.

Micah: "We been waiting for you, Arthur."

Arthur: "Well, I’m sorry to have kept you."

Micah: "Come on. Let’s get going." We all trail behind him as we begin making our way to the saloon.

Arthur: "What's the plan?"

Micah: "We’re meeting a couple of the Grays over at the saloon. They spoke to Bill about a job… needing security." I pull out my carbine and eye the rooftops.

Arthur: "After the farce of stealing the horses for them, why we doing this?" They begin to bicker with eachother. I completely ignore them until we come to a pause.

Arthur: "This don't feel right." He snarls. I see a man on the rooftop of the Sheriff's office. As if time slowed yet again I immediately drop my gun and tackle Sean. I hear the man fire and a burning sensation in my shoulder. I let go of Sean and grab my shoulder. I scream at the top of my lungs. Micah glancing at me and then shooting the man on the roof and the one's around. Micah, Bill and Arthur all take cover as Sean drags me to cover. The sound of guns firing and bullets flying surround the whole town.

Arthur: "Y/n! You okay!?" I try to keep pressure on the bullet wound and look everywhere.

Sean: "She's foine! She's just bleeding bad!" He stands up from his cover and fires away with his shotgun before returning to look at me.

Sean: "You look sick." He leans me forward and I groan in pain as I grit my teeth.

Sean: "We have a problem! The bullet is still in her shoulder!" Arthur screams out a few curses as he goes awall shooting most of the bastards in the head.

Bill: "You bastards will have it now!" He laughs.

Y/n: "I..I don't feel so good." I slouch over and up chuck everything that was in my stomach. Sean rubs my back and moves my hair out of the way.

Sean: "It's okay, we're almost done here." He says reassuringly. A ringing fills my ears as I begin to cough up the dust from town. My sight going hazy.

Y/n: "I'm so glad you're okay." I smile as I fade out of consciousness.

Arthur: "You...idiot Bill!" I feel myself get ripped up off the ground bridlestyle. I scream again in pain. The smell of campfire fills my nostrils and I part my eye's a bit and notice Arthur is carrying me hauling ass across town.

Y/n: "This fucking hurts, Arthur."

Bill: "She needs a doctor!"

Sean: "There's 1 we passed walking down."

Micah: "Do we really have the time?"

Sean: "Oi! That ain't a question!" He snaps.

Arthur: "Shut up Micah!" My head lolls back as I struggle to keep them open. I hear a loud bang.

Sean: "You! Help her!"

Bill: "She lost a lot of blood and the bullet is still stuck in her shoulder." I feel myself get set on a chair. Then I hear a man take cautious footsteps towards me.

Arthur: "Don't try nothin funny or this will be the end of your petty life." He threatens. I feel my shoulder begin to ache as I take deeper breaths to try and soothe my wound. I grunt.

Doctor: "Shit! I'm gonna have to pull it out now and stitch her up fast." He stutters out in fear.

Arthur: "Do it, God Dammit!" He shouts. My eyes shoot open as I hear the man grab his utensils. My heart begins to race even harder. I whip out my knife as he the doctor comes at me with clamps. The doctor flinches. Micah and Arthur rush me slamming me back in the chair as Micah tries to pry the knife out of my hand.

Arthur: "Jesus woman!"

Sean: "He's tryna help yew!" Tears brim my eyes from the pain as my breath becomes labored. Arthur hold my body against the chair as Sean holds my legs in place as I began to thrash them around. Arthur puts his forearm in my mouth.

Arthur: "Bite me if you have to, this is gonna hurt baby." The doctore hesitates before digging the clamps into my shoulder. I scream into Arthur's jacket as I clench down. Arthur grunts in displeasure. Hot tears rush down my face as I feel more of my blood ooze out and a stinging ache in my arm. Suddenly I feel the bullet be grabbed and ripped from me. A stream of blood shoots out from where the wound was.

Doctor: "Cover her wound and keep pressure!" He gets up and runs to the back of his office as Bill keeps a gun on him. I whimper and cry as Arthur slowly removes his arm and gives me reassuring words and giving me kisses. The doctor reappears with a health cure and gauze.

Sean: "Yew did so good, Y/n." Bill even grunts in approval.

The doctor removes Arthur's other hand. He pours the health cure in the wound making me hiss in displeasure. He takes a clean cloth and wipes out the wound, patting it dry. He applies an ointment in the wound.

Doctor: "I need her shirt off so I can wrap it." He stutters nervously avoiding eye contact with us. Micah, Bill and Sean all slowly look at Arthur. He grunts as he begins to untie my corset.

Arthur: "Look away you bastards." Sean moves himself from my lower half with a deep blush as he turns around as do Micah and Bill. Arthur swiftly pulls my knife out and cuts the laces on my shirt and corset, my breasts falling out and my nipples hardening from the cool air. My breathing becoming more steady. The doctor pulls out a syringe filled with some sort of liquid.

Doctor: "This will help with the pain and help her get some sleep." He injects it into my vein in the arm I was shot in and then begins to wrap my shoulder as Arthur rubs my head. Once he finishes Arthur takes his jacket off and helps me slide my arm's through it.

Arthur: "Let's get you home." He buttons it as he helps me make our exit, the other's close behind.

Micah: "You tell anyone about this we come back for you." He says threateningly keeping a gun on him. Arthur lifts me up on his saddle and mounts behind me. I lean back into Arthur's chest. He wraps 1 arm around me while taking the reins in the other. He calls for my horse to follow. He gives me a kiss on my neck while whispering gentle words in my ear.

Arthur: "You did so good for me, girl." I would be lying if I said I wasn't getting a bit of pleasure from hearing him say that to me. I chuckle dryly.

Y/n: "I love you." I drawl out. He plants another on my neck before whispering.

Arthur: "I love you too." He whispers lowly. I begin to fall asleep and I hear him whisper shout at Bill and they all begin to argue.

I awaken to Arthur gently coaxing me awake.

Arthur: "We're here beautiful." I open my eyes and lazily look around. The swamp muggy air bringing back some moisture into my lungs. I feel Arthur slide off and I let my body slide down into his arms. He walks me back to his tent.

Dutch: "What happened?" Arthur gives him a menacing glare.

Arthur: "That whole damn thing was a setup. Sean would've been killed if she didn't take the bullet."

Dutch takes a glance at me and apologizes. Arthur waves him off as we walk into his tent. I hear some tense hushed mumbling.

Y/n: "Please be nice. It's not his fault." I sit on his cot.

Arthur: "He's a fool." He grumbles sitting with me.

Y/n: "Please?"

Arthur: "Fine."

Y/n: "I love you." I say.

Arthur: "I love you too." I lean over to him and slowly lean in and plant my lips on his. Arthur pulls me into his lap without breaking the kiss. My breath hitches from this.

Arthur: "Easy, girl. We don't wanna hurt your shoulder now." He whispers out a smile on his face. I glare into his blue eyes. I shove him back into his wagon wall. A small slam emitting from that action. He chuckles. I begin to undo his belt buckle and pants as I smash my lips onto his. He holds his hand up at either side of me unsure of what to do with them. I grasp his cock in my hand and stroke his tip with my thumb. He grunts into the kiss. He tries to take over dominance, but I bite his lip.

Arthur: "Jesus!" He chuckles. I pant.

Y/n: "Stay." I stand up and unbutton his coat and take off my own gun belt and pants. His eyes watching my every move. I see his member begin to pulse. My eye's flick between his own eye's which held nothing but love and lust and his cock which had to be an impressive girthy 6 inches. I climb back on top of him and he places his hands on either side of my hips. I position myself at his tip. He moans.

'Not so fast cowboy.' I rub my wet clit all over his tip. He tightens his grip into my hips.

Arthur: "Please, baby." He begs. I slowly slide down on his tip and bounce just on that little bit. He only takes so much before he pulls me down on his length. I yipe from the shock of taking it all in so suddenly. He takes 1 hand off my hip and over my mouth. I moan into his hand and place my hand on his shoulders as I begin to bounce and grind on his member.

Arthur: "Y-y/n." He moans out. His hand falls from my mouth and right back to my hip.

Y/n: "Daddy." I moan out.

Arthur: "Say it again." He drawls out. I feel that same knot form in the pit of my stomach.

Y/n: "What?"

Arthur: "Call me daddy." He demands softly. I feel that knot slowly untie as I begin to grind on his cock.

Y/n: "Daddy, shit!" I whisper shout as I bury my head into his shoulder. I feel my pussy begin to throb as it releases every bit of it's juices all over him. I begin to slow down.

Arthur: "Oh, no you don't." He quickly lays me down on the bed and begins to thrust hard and fast. I begin to mewl from the  stimulation.

Arthur: "I'm almost there, darlin." He grunts out eyes flicking between me and my breasts that bounced with every thrust.

Y/n: "Arthur, you're so good." Both our eyes meet as I feel him to pick up his pace nearing his end. I feel another knot form and untie as he pulls himself out and cums all over my chest. I flick my eyes to him and to his cum. He stands up and grabs his coat and wipes me off. I try to regain my breathing, while he crawls right next to me giving me the most innocent look.

Arthur: "I didn't hurt ya, did I." I shake my head and crawl into his chest. I fall asleep to his heartbeat as he plays with my hair.