#micah (he/him)

[not-eli]

it's always "ily" and never Ilaytwilatcgatm 😞

[mothworth]

dam i never posted this one did i...

[miguel-owhora]

Micah's the type of guy who wants a pretty wife, one who's small and innocent, easy to corrupt—submissive, like a real woman. It backfires on him when he finds himself underneath your larger frame, biting down on his rolled up shirt to muffle himself as you bully your fat cock into his tight hole, muttering "good girl" and "take it like a woman" into his ear, his own cock hard and weeping on his belly.

[arthursfuckinghat]

I'm at that part of chapter three my friends, so let me be a reminder that Colm O'Driscoll's plan to lure in Dutch after taking Arthur failed because nobody came looking for him.

He would have died being held captive any longer, he barely escaped.

The gang did not come for Arthur.

[suugarbabe]

animagus!puppy enzo x reader

summary: enzo wants to show you his new tricks; slightly alluding to poly!slytherin boys if you squint but i guess not totally

an: courtesy of a hubby yap thank you @musingsofahufflepuff

At first you just ignored it, Enzo coming in and out of the room. But after about the fifth time, you got a little curious. You lowered your book slightly, just enough to peer over the pages but not enough to make Enzo think you were actually giving him attention. Clearly he was searching for it. 

He pretended like he wasn’t waiting for you to pay him mind, but each time he set an item on the ground you saw him peer at you through his peripheral. It was an odd collection of things; a small decorative pillow, a dog toy, a broomstick, one of Theo’s loafers and…

“Is that Matty’s toothbrush?” you lean forward on the couch, book now discarded beside you. 

Enzo is beaming, “Don’t tell him..want him to walk in and see it, see how pissed he gets.” He then walks away and into the kitchen. You watch curiously as he pulls out the box of dog treats and walks back over to where you were sitting in the living room, setting the box of treats down by your feet. 

He walks to the other side of the room before facing you again. Your head tilts curiously, silently asking Enzo what the hell he was up to. Then he raised his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. 

“I now present…a show,” he bows, extending his arm out over his display of items on the floor. In a blink of an eye he’s transformed into an Australian shepherd puppy. You watch as his tail begins to wag, his front paws beginning to tap almost like he’s revving up. His little puppy behind raises in the air and then…he zooms off. 

“What the…” you mumbled under your breath, a half smile creeping it’s way on to your features. Enzo runs towards the broomstick, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he pushes off the ground and jumps over the thin piece of wood. As he lands on the other side he turns to you, tail wagging wildly. 

You give him a golf clap, but Enzo shakes his head, ears flopping back and forth. He makes his way over to you, nudging the box of treats with his snout before looking back up at you. 

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding,” you lean forward, elbows on your knees. Enzo only whines, nudging the box again. “Fucking hell, okay, okay,” you dig in the box and fish out a treat, handing it over to Enzo he takes it happily. 

Still munching, he trots back over to the other side of the room before pushing off again, this time jumping over the dog toy before running a bit more and jumping over Theo’s loafer as well. Enzo turns to you, smiling and panting slightly. 

“Two jumps? Very impressive, Enzie. Another reward I’m assuming?” You dig out another treat from the box at your feet, Enzo quickly making his way over to you and accepting his earnings. “You know, I bet you can’t do all the jumps at once,” you’re goading him slightly, but you swear you see his eyebrows turn down in determination. 

He makes his way over to his starting spot. You scoot to the edge of the couch, prepared to have to pick him up and soothe him in case he trips over something in his intent to be impressive. You watch as he seems to ready himself, doing a few small bounces on his front paws as if practicing the motion and oomph he’d need to make all of his jumps. 

He pushed off, zipping over the broomstick with ease. He went for Mattheo’s toothbrush next, which honestly was the smarter decision as it was the smallest thing on the floor. He, of course, cleared it with no problem. He had to turn slightly before going for the dog toy, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as you watched in anticipation. 

Pushing off the floor he was able to make it over the dog toy and rushed toward his next target. You saw his head lower, eyes fixed on Theo’s loafer. He jumped higher than he probably needed to, but it seemed like he was proud of himself for making it over. 

He’s gained more momentum, his nails making noise against the hardwood as he circles around and heads for his final hurdle: the decorative pillow. Both hands are now covering your face, eyes peeking through your fingers as Enzo nears the object. 

Making his jump, his front paws make it over the pillow. You can see a hint of a smile, his tongue hanging out as he’s midway over. His back paws, however, come down a little too quickly, clipping the pillow and making Enzo tumble over himself. He rolls twice on the ground before scurrying up and starting to whine. 

“Oh, Enzie..oh baby did you hurt yourself?” you rush over to him, scooping him up and holding him close to your chest and you feel each of his little legs and paws. His snout nuzzles into your chest as you pet down his back and scratch between his ears. “Awh, darling..are you embarrassed?” 

He whines, nodding against you and you can’t help but squeeze him a little tighter. Amidst your comfort cuddles, Mattheo’s voice calls from down the hall, “Has anyone seen my toothbrush?” 

As if miraculously recovered, Enzo jumps from your lap and runs over to where he earlier placed Matty’s toothbrush on the ground. He picks it up with his mouth, making his way down the hall where a moment later you hear him getting praised all over again.

[ever-fawn]

I honestly kinda hate how this turned out but sometimes we have pieces we’re not so proud of, that’s ok! I wanted to share anyways because I do like how the lighting turned out hahah

[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 >:(

[moomkarts]

angry Frost, no banaña

[kuuniichi]

hissssssssss...

[wrylu]

🐁🖤💗🐴

[prince--esque]

Throws these and simply vanishes

[pizzaprotozoa]

It came to me in a dream

[henrycavillary]

[arthursfuckinghat]

Thinking about Arthur's visions. How Arthur saw the stag, and saw it many times. It appeared in his dreams, in his thoughts, and even before his very eyes.

He saw it, undeniably, and it saw him too.

But he never told anyone about the stag, he never wrote about it, and never spoke to it. He didn't need to.

Something that couldn't be put into words was said in those silent exchanges, something we'll just never know.

[josephquinnswhore]

the devil is real and he’s a besotted outlaw - micah bell x female reader

summary: Micah bell can be a twisted man, and you’re complacent in his actions.

word count: 1.7k

content warning: micah bell, LOL. micah uses a gun to get reader off, p in v, raw sex, creampie, f and m orgasm. use of degrading words. Karen slander (just for the plot I swear I love her.)

At this time in the evening, generally everyone around camp had retired to their tents, the sun had set many hours ago. But the orange hue from the fire burning around the empty campfire still flicks embers into the sky, you watch them disappear.

Your boyfriend had been stoking the fire every so often before tossing the stick with his usual carelessness beside the seat he had leaned backward in to find a comfortable position. As comfortable as he could with you sitting on his lap, cradling the warm metal mug in your cold palms, sipping occasionally.

“Shouldn’t be drinkin’ that right before bed,” he chastises softly, but there's no real scolding behind his words.

“It don't seem like you're gonna head to bed anytime soon.”

Not now that he’d picked up one of his twin revolvers. The custom piece featured a unique dark grey steel frame, one that had been polished only the evening prior. The grip was also custom created, black skulls engraved and delicately painted contrast against the red grip.

He pours some gun oil onto a cloth, and wraps his arms around your hips to your front as he begins his chore of cleaning the weapon, movements precise and meticulous. After a few moments, he feels a strain in his neck trying to gaze over you, so he simply rests his chin on your shoulder, stopping the task for but a moment to press a delicate kiss to the exposed skin.

A small hum escapes you, and he gets back to his task at hand. One thing you liked about him, he didn’t favour small talk, he preferred these moments of tranquility with you where there were no peering eyes and stout whispers.

When you finish your cup of coffee, your attempt to stand was intercepted by Micah’s hands gripping onto your hips. “Where do you think you're going? Weren't you stayin’ up with me?”

“I am, just going to Pearson’s wagon to clean my mug and I’ll be back.”

You let out a noise of surprise when he pulls you back down onto his lap, taking the mug out of your much smaller hands to set it carefully on the ground beside him. It was sweet, seeing how he cared for your things with a delicacy that he held private for the things most important to him.

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere without me, an’ I ain't ready to get up yet.” His tone is quiet, but you know better than to disobey what he asks when it's not reasonable. The mug could just be cleaned later on.

A small yawn escapes you, regardless of the mug of caffeine you’d finished moments before, and Micah sets aside his guns at the noise. “Tired?” The soft murmur against your skin created a demand for goosebumps on your neck. Coarse hairs of his moustache tickle your neck as he begins to kiss the raised skin.

“Partially,” you reply in a quiet murmur.

“Well, I best wake you up, hm?” Pulling away from your neck, all of your attention is now drawn to his large hands on the skirt of your dress as he bunches it at your waist to expose your legs underneath. “Now ain’t that a sight?”

“Micah–” a soft protesting whine is about to deny him, and he interrupts.

His hands trail upward, making you forget what you were about to scold him for, fingers trailing up your thighs over the sheer material of those pretty drawers you always wore. His thick digits were moving the piece to the side delicately to get where he wanted without much resistance from you, to his delight.

“Christ, girl, ain’t fair keeping this all to yourself.”

A protestful noise escapes your throat when his hands pull away from your need, causing you to rut your hips in search of his thick fingers. “Tsk, so impatient,” he chastises.

But it's not his hand that returns to caress your swollen clit, it's cold, and you flinch backwards against his chest. When you look down to see what it was that he was using on you–a part of you stills, perhaps in curiosity, fear or need. You weren’t entirely sure what you felt.

Before you could say anything he runs the already oiled up clean gun against your sensitive nub, causing your back to arch further, head resting on his shoulder behind you. “Oh.. Micah..” you trail off, unable to deny the pleasure from the crude act. “This.. is so twisted.”

His chuckle is deep and causes another demand of goosebumps to rise against your hot skin, rubbing the sleek barrel of his revolver agasint your clitorus at an agonisingly slow pace. “I don’t see you pulling away from it, girl.”

The sensation is incredible, ending up in you resorting to seeking more friction by rutting against the weapon sloppily, the increased pace makes your thighs tremble against his own. “Seems like my desperate girl is just as twisted as I supposedly am.”

Unable to control yourself, selfishly ravishing his weapon for your own sake, the orgasm you experience has you crying out softly into the still air of the evening, a smirk plastered on Micah’s face as you tremble against him. Your hips finally still from your greedy seeking ruts.

Micah partially lifts you off his lap, unzipping his cream coloured jeans before lowering you back down onto his hard cock. Your hole was perfect, the kind of pleasure that a man would seek salvation in. His hands are guiding you in a repetitive motion, a low groan coming from Micah that only allows his cock to slide easier into you.

“Micah..” there's not much more you can think to utter other than his name. Completely unable to make any sense after that absurd orgasm he caused moments before.

There's one thing about him, his impatience, the need for you. In his greed, he tires of slowly guiding you down onto him, and prospers to drill into you harshly as he raises his hips to thrust into you. No coherent words leave your lips, merely the strangled sounds of pleasure as you struggle to catch your breath against his cock pummelling into you. Hands sliding underneath the bodice of your gown to grasp roughly onto one of your breasts.

With a few harsh and desperate deep, sloppy thrusts he is spilling into you, pulling you closer to him as he bites down into your neck. His breathing is uneven and hot against your shoulder, giving your breast one last squeeze he removes his hand, and a wince of overstimulation he pulls his cock out of you.

Offering one of his hands, he helps you to stand, fixing your dress and helping smooth it out at the bodice. You're still in a daze, confused and your entire body feeling the aftermath of the explosive intimate encounter.

You didn't say anything as Micah led you to his tent, a hand resting on your lower back to guide you, but you didn't need to. “You did good, girl. Real good.” At his praise, your skin warms, flushing with your entire body at the sweet sentiment.

Of course you're having troubles the next morning, because why did you think that no one heard your performance with Micah last night? Karen is the only one with enough gall to confront you, the look of pure disgust she gave you, and the way she tried to stand over you like she was trying to intimidate you. “You’re disgusting, Micah of all people. You must really be some desperate kind of whore.”

This infuriates you, they didn't know micah like you did, how sweet and consolable and caring he really could be. “No, I guess you don't understand, do you? You’re being sour toward me because you know no man wants you at all!”

The blonde woman saunters closer to you, with a tone of threat. “What did you just say?”

Micah hears the commotion and intercepts, changing his course as he starts walking towards the scene.

“Oh look, it's the sack of shit himself.” Karen gestures towards Micah and you sneer at her.

You’re quick to lash back to defend Micah. “Get back on the bottle, you miserable cow.”

Things are heating up between the two of you, Micah standing tall beside you.

“Back off you drunken wench,” Micah snarls, finally stepping in front of you.

But Karen does not allow this to deter her rampage directed at you, looking past Micah to spit drunken insults. “I mean seriously, sleeping with Micah Bell? You’re making a damn fool of yourself. Micah is the last person you should trust. He’s no better off than the devil, you’d do best to stay away if you had any mind!”

“I didn't ask for your goddamn opinion, now shut the hell up!”

“You stupid little girl,” she spits, pointing a finger at you. “You think you're safe with the likes of him?”

But this had gone on long enough and Micah had finally had enough of Karen and her drunken tirade against you. “Enough outta you.” Glowering down at Karen, “say another word that insults her, and I promise I’ll make use outta that gun I cleaned last night, y’hear me?”

“Now back off.” He threatens, standing tall in front of you, creating a barrier between the women as he protects you from any further in slew of insults.

Finally, karen gets the message, albeit muttering as she walks away from the scene she had created.

“You alright? She didn't touch ya, did she?” He murmurs softly as he glances at you, inspecting you to make sure you are unharmed.

“I’m fine. I.. I mean I’m not hurt.” You correct yourself.

He grips onto your chin softly. “Don’t listen to her nonsense, y’hear me? I ain’t about t’let her get in your head.” A frown forms on his face at your silence. “It don't matter what she, or any other folk think about us. You trust me, don’cha?”

“Course I trust you,” you utter in promise.

“Good.” His murmur is soft, meant for only your ears. As is his gentle caress as he runs his thumb over your cheek, his frown fading into a more neutral expression. “Then don't you pay no mind to what folk say about me, especially when it comes to my involvement with you. They don't know the first damn thing about me, none of ‘em.”

His words sink in, and a crack of a smile finally reaches your lips, to which his expression mirrors your own. “There's my pretty girl.”

Yeah, it was worth it.

[sveniak]

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🌸a/n : english is not my first language, so I apologise in advance for any conjugation or grammatical errors.

1 First Meet

Caspian — So, how did you two meet ?

Micah Yujin — Angel hack my computer.

Caspian — What ?

Micah Yujin — And that's how I knew he/she/they was the one for me.

2 Worm

Micah Yujin — If you were a worm, what kind of worm would you be ?

Angel — A worm that hacks your phone and texts your friends emabarrassing things.

3 Firewall

Micah Yujin — I could hack your heart.

Angel — Too bad, I already installed a firewall.

4 Attempted Flirtation

Micah Yujin — Are you a keyboard ? Because you're just my type.

Angel — Are you a pop-up ad ? Because you're persistent but kinda cute.

5 Breakfast

Caspian — Can you keep a secret ?

Micah Yujin — I'm a hacker. Secrets are my breakfast.