#micah (he/him)

[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.

[not-eli]

it's always "ily" and never Ilaytwilatcgatm 😞

[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

[wrylu]

🐁🖤💗🐴

[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.

[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 >:(

[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.

[micahs-chin-scar]

Milton evaluates the gang

[gremlin-boah]

Can Sean use Micah as a fidget spinner pretty please :3c

sure why not.

A wholesome moment 🥰

I wonder where Micah tho?

[hello-mishki]

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you sleep."

[henrycavillary]

[ranna-alga]

Idk about you guys but I am an absolute sucker for stoic, strong, providing/protective, "macho-macho" male characters absolutely just breaking down when the going gets a bit too tough. Willing to shoulder any burden or battle scars if it means granting their loved ones' safety, but cracking when it gets too much, getting disheveled when things go wrong, when things are out of their control, when they've lost so much that they cannot hold it in anymore. They cannot continue being strong, at least just for now when they just need to decompress.

With that said, Arthur Morgan absolutely deserved to have a good cry. I'm upset he hasn't in the game, at least from what we have seen. Despite how strong and hardened this 36-year-old seasoned outlaw is, he is still a man - a good man at heart (at least in my canon as a High Honour truther).

There is no way he couldn’t have cried on the ship after watching his own father and mentee/lowkey-son-figure die right before his eyes. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when he failed his chance of running away with the love of his life whilst he still had the chance, and having to come to terms with the fact that the last memory she will hold of him will be him making another promise he couldn't keep + that the last piece of her he has left is her essentially writing him out of her life with no time or opportunity to explain. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when the fear of death/the fate that awaited him and his loved ones got too overwhelming for him. There is no way he couldn’t have cried when he started seeing both life and death differently after Sister Calderón's inspiring words in that train station.

He deserved to have a good cry. Arthur, a man living in the American 1890s where there was a certain expectation for men (outlaw or otherwise) to surpress any 'weak' emotion, finally admitting "I'm afraid" was one of the 'manliest' and most human moments we ever see him have, and it was so simple yet so beautiful. The man has been through so much pain as much as he has inflicted it - he deserves a hearty moment of release. To cry, to sob, to wail, whatever. He just needed that after everything.

[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.

[1907dutch]

dutch taking arthur and micah out thinking "thisll help em get along!!" but they just bitch the entire way there and he endures it up until hes cant and shouts at the halfway mark "BOYS QUIET." like some tired dad