#micah's fics

[kerrslvr]

mile high club / teagan micah

in which, you and teagan join the mile high club.

warnings; fingering (r receiving), nipple stimulation, dom!teagan, sub!reader, dirty talk, strap-ons (fucking and sucking), breeding kink, praise kink, voyuerism?? i guess??

a short little smut completely inspired by teagan's insta story of her on the flight back to aus which i posted here. i have also clearly never been in a first class airplane pod, so forgive me for giving it too much space x

**** "babe. are you asleep?"

your eyes peeled open to teagan's fingers prodding at your bicep, and you shifted from a position that made your neck stiff and your legs cramp.

"i was," you grumbled, squinting your eyes closed to adjust to the light within the plane, "what's up?"

teagan's fingers danced across your arm, and even though you were wearing one of her thick, fleeced hoodies, you could feel the electricity bouncing from her fingertips.

"hm, nothing," she hummed, "just a bit bored to be honest."

"we've been on this plane two hours, teags," you shifted so that your legs were draped over hers and immediately her hand gripped your thigh. you pulled her hood down and played with the strands of her hair that fell loosely behind her ears, "why don't you try and sleep? or maybe we could watch a movie...? i bought my headphone splitter so we can watch notting hill in peace."

"i don't wanna watch notting hill, babe."

her hand moved up your leg an inch or so, and you sensed you knew what she was getting at but you were in a first class pod on a busy airplane with alanna and mary in the pods surrounding you. there was no way in hell she wanted to do that, was there?

"oh, uh, o-okay," you shifted and reached for your ipad on the table across from you both, "i have, uh, we could watch jumanji, or, uh, i downloaded the new-"

teagan's hand rose higher on your thigh until it was sitting in the crease and you lost your train of thought when her thumb brushed against your clothed clit.

"teagan."

"y.n," she taunted back, "just for five minutes."

"no, teagan, it's too risky."

"because you're going to be too loud? i have ways to shut you up, y'know."

you rolled your eyes and leaned into teagan's touch. it would be nice to just have ten minutes to yourselves, you'd both been so busy with work you were exhausted, and hadn't had sex for a reasonable amount of time.

your lips found hers and her touch was soft, even when her fingers slid under the band of your leggings and her finger pressed against your clit. you pulled the cap from her head and it fell to the floor between her legs, and you pulled her closer as you simultaneously scooched your body closer to hers so it was easier for the both of you.

she pulled your lip between her teeth and now you'd given her the green light there really wasn't much time to waste. you both expected they'd be coming round with refreshments, or possibly even breakfast soon.

"gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me, darling?"

you nodded against her lips, and when her fingers circled your hole and curled inside you as her thumb circled your clit. your hand stayed wrapped around her neck throughout the entirety of the exchange, lips brushing against hers every so often.

"o...oh, my... t-teagan," you breathed, trying desperately not to make a sound.

"sssh, babe, i know," she kissed your jaw, "feels good, doesn't it? you're so wet and warm."

a moan escaped your lips at teagan's comment, and quickly her free hand moved to your mouth, where she stuck two fingers inside and immediately you let your tongue swirl around her fingertips.

the angle was awkward, yet somehow she managed to hit every spot. your pussy was soaked, and she could already feel your wetness dripping down her knuckles and onto her wrist. she added a third finger and your eyes locked as she telepathically swore you to silence.

she loved the look in your eyes, both of partial fear and desperation. how you looked like a deer in the headlights but still craved her enough to continue.

you shifted in your seat so you were closer to being laid down than you were sat up, and allowed your hands to push up her hoodie just enough. she removed her hand from your mouth and helped, so it was now sitting across her shoulders, where you were greeted by her sports bra.

"no," she whispered sternly, "y/n, don't you dare. you know that makes me - oh."

one of your lips attached around one of her nipples and you suckled on it slowly, and immediately she became like putty in your hands. her fingers worked faster, desperately wishing she could bring you to the edge faster so you wouldn't be sucking on her nipples. it's not that she didn't like it - if anything, she loved it - but it drove her crazy and she sometimes found herself getting out of control at the feeling of your lips all over her chest.

your breathing sped up and your legs spread wider, back arching delicately as you chased your orgasm as quietly as you could. teagan's fingers continued to curl inside of you, her thumb pressing down harder as she circled your clit to amount more pressure, and it quickly got to the point where the pressure got too heavy.

your head spun and your limbs shook as your orgasm washed over you, unable to control the feeling amounting inside of your body. your teeth dug into teagan's nipple and she had to bite down on her bottom lip so she didn't elicit any form of unwanted attention from passengers or staff.

once your orgasm subsided and your head felt floaty, she pushed your head away from her chest and looked at you with an unimpressed look on her face.

"that wasn't very smart, was it, babe, hm?" she pulled her fingers from your lap and you admired your own liquid trickling down her wrist, "because i was just going to finger you every so often during the flight until we got to sydney, but now? i don't know if i can do that," her tongue darted out to lick at the juice now rolling down her forearm, "because you decided to be a whore and take it to the next step by sucking my tits, didn't you? and you know how that makes me feel, darling."

"i-i'm sorry, teagan," you whispered, but she was already pulling the hoodie from your body and pushing down your leggings, "i just thought it would keep me quiet."

she tugged at the front of your bralette and watched as your boobs spilled out. without hesitation, the fingers that were inside of you a mere two minutes prior were now stuffed into your mouth, her lips wrapped around your nipples and her free hand began to rub harsh circles around your clit.

"n-no, t-teagan, you know what happens when you-"

"-not my problem."

she suckled on your nipples as if she were tasting them for the first time, licking her lips and allowing herself to get messy. you choked on her fingers as she pushed them further down your throat, not allowing you the space to breathe, and her fingers continued to rub harshly on your clit.

again, you knew you wouldn't be able to hold off your orgasm, and if teagan was good at one thing, it was bringing on an orgasm quickly. her tongue circled between each nipple and it sent your mind reeling, although you both knew you wanted her to eat you out, but it wasn't happening.

you clenched your eyes shut, once again gagging on her fingers as you thought back on memories of the feeling of her tongue on your clit, and soon you found yourself on the brink of an orgasm. you grabbed at the wrist that was resting on your chin, wanting to let her know your orgasm was approaching, but she knew your body too well. your legs began to shake and your stomach muscles started to tense, and she admired you as your entire body was rocked by your second orgasm in under five minutes.

your juices trickled around her wrist again and she took her sweet time this time around licking her hand clean while you tried to catch your breath with desperation.

"don't tell me you're tired," she hummed, "you haven't even repaid me with a thank you yet."

you whimpered, but moved your body as exhausted as it was, pushing your hoodie back down your body to cover your modesty just in case anybody were to walk past. as you came to, teagan had undone the drawstring of her bottoms and pushed them down her legs, and your eyes widened at the sight before you.

"well...?" she gestured, "are you just going to sit there? or do i have to force a thank you out of you as well?"

"n-no," you croaked, shifting your position. teagan reached past your body and locked the entrance to your pod, although it was probably clear as a bell to the staff and fellow passengers what was going on by now, not to mention that if anybody walked past in a certain lighting, they would undoubtedly see the outline of your backside sticking out in their direction as you sucked her off.

she bunched up your hair as you slid your mouth down her cock, and she shivered at the feeling. your throat had already been coaxed open by her fingers, and so, much to teagan's satisfaction, you had no trouble in accommodating the size of her strap.

you looked over at her, and she was sitting there with her hands on her nipples looking down at you through hooded eyes, and you craved her now more than ever. you would much rather have been eating her out in that moment, however the flight still had twenty hours of airtime, and you knew you'd get your chance later.

one of your hands moved to rest on her knee and one of your hands found her nipple, where you took over touching it, conveniently freeing up a hand of hers.

"fu-uck, baby, that's it. right fuckin' there," she bucked her hips up and you coughed and spluttered around her dick, "throat is almost as good as your pussy."

she reached across your body and circled your hole with her fingers, and when you flinched she smirked. "you want me to fuck you, don't you babe, hm?"

you nodded, still with her dick in your mouth.

"wanna know a secret?"

again, you nodded.

"i'm only gonna let you cum again if you get on top," she pushed the hair from your face, "you think you can do that for me, hm?"

you nodded one final time and she stroked your hair, tapping your cheek and telling you to remove your mouth from her cock. you did as she instructed, and soon enough you were straddling her cock ready to be filled.

she flung your hoodie off of your body and it landed in your seat, your leggings pushed around your ankles. the cabin must've stunk of sex by now, but surely you weren't the only animals on the plane. it must've been a regular occurrence.

as you hovered over her cock, you faced each other and she brought your lips to hers as you slowly sunk down. your moans were muffled by the feeling of her lips on yours and thankfully nobody could hear.

you rocked your hips back and forth in an attempt to adjust to her size but she kissed along your jawline. "we haven't got a lot of time, baby, they'll be bringing out some food soon."

you nodded, and carefully raised and lowered your hips in a slow but stable rhythm. you knew, realistically that this wasn't going to make you cum, and teagan knew that too, but you loved to have at least a little bit of fun, even if you were pressed for time.

"want you to fuck me, teagan."

"like this? baby, you know that's not possible," she pressed a searing hot bite to the side of your boob, "unless, of course, you want everyone on this cabin knowing exactly how much of a slut you are for my dick. it's your choice, really."

you pouted when she swatted your hand away from your clit, realistically leaving you only one option.

"yes, teagan, like this," you nuzzled into her neck and she groaned when you bit down into it, sucking at the skin, "i want you to make me cum again."

she smirked, having you exactly where she wanted you. her hands hooked under your bum and she slowly started to raise her hips to meet your bounce, which made you gasp.

"don't tell me you've lost your manners."

"please, teagan."

"please, what?"

you rolled your eyes and she pinched your bum. "you know what."

she smirked again, sucking a nipple into her mouth and you fought off an annoyed huff. "i'm not going to do it until you tell me what you want me to do, darling."

"i want you to fuck me, teagan, right here, right now," your voice was low, but loud enough for everyone to hear all at the same time, "i want you to make me cum again. please."

with that, she was satisfied, and took no time doing exactly that. your arms braced around her head and your fingers interlocked at the back of her head, meaning your chest was pressed right up against her face which made you both even more desperate than before.

"o-oh... oh fu-uck, t-teagan," you tried to be quiet, but it was defenseless, your voice continuously breaking and desperately needing some form of relief, "your dick is so... oh, fuck."

she smirked against your skin and her teeth sunk into the inside of your boob as you fought off a continuous string of moans. your skin was slapping together and it was undoubtedly all anybody throughout the entire plane could hear, but you'd cross that bridge when you came to it.

your pussy clenched around her dick and she knew you wouldn't last much longer. "can't believe you want me to fill you up in public," she teased, knowing it would get you there quicker, "on a plane full of people, including my friends, you want me to fill you up with my cum, don't you?"

"y-yes," you whimpered, "t-teagan, please i'm desperate."

one of her hands sunk down between you and she circled your clit, and immediately you began to clench uncontrollably.

"i know you do, darling, you're such a good little girl, aren't you? c'mon, baby, cum for me and i'll fill you up."

your eyes clenched shut and you focused on the feeling of being full and having teagan's fingers on your clit, and within a matter of minutes you were falling apart on top of her. teagan's hand came over your mouth to cover the unholy moan that left it, and she kept her promise and filled you up almost straight away, milking her dick of every last drop as she groaned.

your body fell limp on top of her, and you dreaded the walk of shame to the bathroom in order to clean yourself up, and you toyed with the idea of just throwing a blanket over you and laying there until you fell asleep, but you didn't want to give the flight attendant a heart attack.

"do we have to go and do the walk of shame through the cabin?" you questioned softly after a few minutes, and she couldn't help but laugh.

"you're the one full of cum, darling. not me."

"i know, but you have to come with me, by default," you kissed her lips softly, "i'll make sure it's worth your while."

she smirked and raised an eyebrow, which made you smile immediately. "i'll come with you to the bathroom, and then once we've eaten and had an hours sleep, you can eat me out all you want, darling. that's a promise."

"excellent," you hummed, "then the rest of the cabin'll really hate us."

[burning-polaroid]

Who is this Michelle Kisser and why is he german

[zweigsons]

art would be so clingy i need him to be real. like brother i am tweaking out. he said himself he thought tashi was equivalent to jesus???? wow i love. anyway you can respond to this agreeing and fangirling or write something😁

sorry for disappearing but i'm SO BACK!

clingy art is my fav fucking concept ever. imagineeee dating him at stanford and he texts you in between classes constantly, asking what you're doing, how you're doing, when you can see him again

and then in the present day while you're at work he's doing the same thing, except this time he's your husband and can't get enough of you and sometimes you spend your precious time at work letting your husband text you in detail what he wants to do to you that night.

[javierssidechick]

How RDR 2 characters would react when you say I love you for the first time

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Charles Smith, Dutch Van Der Linde, Javier Escuella, Micah Bell

Arthur Morgan

Arthur would be taken off guard. He’s not used to hearing those words, and for a moment, he might not know how to respond.

He would look at you deeply, trying to read your intentions. His initial response might be a simple, gruff "You don’t have to say that." But if you insist, you'd see his tough exterior start to crack.

He’d eventually admit, "I ain't good at this stuff, but I care about you… more than I thought I could." His voice might be soft, unsure but genuine.

John Marston

John would probably get flustered, not knowing how to react at first. He’s loyal to those he loves, but expressing emotions is something he struggles with.

He’d awkwardly rub the back of his neck, muttering something like, “Well, I reckon I love you too…”

The more you push, the more sincere he gets. Eventually, he’ll say it with more confidence, though he’ll still be a bit embarrassed.

Dutch van der Linde

Dutch would smirk and take your hand, bringing you close. He’s a charmer, so he’d probably have something poetic to say, like, “Ah, darling, I’ve known it all along.”

He’d follow it up with a smooth monologue about how your love fits perfectly into his grand vision of the world, making it feel like part of a bigger plan.

But deep down, you can tell he’s genuinely touched. Dutch loves deeply, even if he doesn't always show it in traditional ways.

Charles Smith

Charles would smile gently when you tell him you love him. He’s calm and thoughtful, and he would take the time to process what you said before responding.

He’d likely say something like, “I’ve been waiting to hear that,” followed by a heartfelt admission of his own feelings.

Charles is the type to cherish the moment, making you feel deeply appreciated and respected.

Micah Bell

Micah would probably laugh it off at first, dismissing your feelings with a sarcastic comment like, “Well, ain’t you just the sweetest thing?”

He’s not someone who openly expresses love, and he might even twist your words to manipulate the situation in his favor.

If he does say it back, it’s likely more of a power play than a genuine expression of affection.

Javier Escuella

Javier would be smooth about it. He’d flash you a charming smile and respond with something like, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He’s a romantic at heart, so he’d follow it up with a passionate embrace or a serenade if the mood was right.

You’d feel completely adored in that moment, with no doubt about his love for you.

[jflemings]

— getting the good news

pairing: teagan micah x platonic!reader {piper’s world}

synopsis: teagan wakes up to good news

warnings: none!

a/n: short and sweet for this one :)

୧ ‧₊˚ 👼🏼 ⋅ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

teagan slowly wakes up to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly on her desk. she groans and rolls over, burying her face into her pillow in an attempt to ignore the device. she sighs contently when it stops but groans even louder when it starts vibrating against the wood again.

she kicks her covers off and crawls down her bed, rubbing her eyes as she sees hayley’s name. she quints and answers curiously.

“hel—”

“y/n had the baby” hayley cuts her off in a rush.

teagan’s world stops for a moment, her brain screeches to a halt as she processes what hayley is saying.

there’s no way. there’s no way you’ve had the baby, not now. you’re not due for another three weeks at least. she spoke to you yesterday morning and you didn’t mention anything about thinking you were going to go into labour — women could tell when they were, right?

she shakes her head in disbelief “no she hasn’t” she says surely

“yes she has. it’s in the groupchat!”

teagan puts the phone on speaker and frantically checks the matilda’s group chat — the main one that has everyone it it — and reads through all the new chats.

she reads through lydia updating everybody, ellie freaking out, polks asking questions and sam assuring steph she’s getting on the first flight out from chicago before she gets to the photo.

you’re sitting on the bed with a newborn baby in your arms. she’s wrapped in a pink blanket with a matching hat and all the girls that were at the hospital surround you. teagan can’t fucking believe it.

you’ve had your baby.

she leaps straight out of bed and yells, startling her roommate jessie awake. still buried underneath the covers, jessie jumps out of her skin, her head shooting up in shock and her eyes wide and frantic. she doesn’t get a word out before teagan is waving her phone in her face.

“my teammate had her baby! look, jess, isn’t she the cutest!” the australian coos “she’s so little, oh my god. i can’t wait to go home and meet her!”

“i can’t believe sam just got on a plane and left” hayley huffs from the other end of the line “no fair”

teagan waves her hand around, seemingly oblivious to the fact that jessie still looks like she has no idea what’s going on, and begins to frantically search underneath her bed. she grumbles and mumbles to herself as she pulls out everything and anything she’s stuffed under there, ultimately hanging up on hayley with a promise of calling her back later.

jessie rubs her eyes and sits up fully in bed. she watches her close friend make a mess of their dorm and rolls her eyes when teagan stands and kicks everything back under her bed.

“what are you looking for?” jessie asks

“a yellow and pink gift bag. you haven’t seen it, have you? it’s got a bunch of baby stuff in it,” the goalkeeper answers distractedly “i swear it was under my bed”

the canadian yawns “i put it on top of your wardrobe. i didn’t know what it was but i figured it was important”

teagan beams at jessie as she tosses her phone onto her bed and reaches to the top of her wardrobe, feeling around before she gets ahold of the bag. she pulls it down and checks it’s contents, nodding once when she’s sure everything is in there.

she grabs her phone again and unlocks it, a dazed smile on her face. she quickly passes her phone off to jessie so she can have another look at the photo “isn’t she so cute?”

truthfully, jessie’s eyes go to you first. your bloodshot eyes make you you look beyond exhausted but the smile on your face is clearly genuine. considering the fact that you’d just given birth and that you probably haven’t been out of bed since you got in it, you look pretty good. her attention quickly falls onto the sleeping newborn cradled in your arms.

she cocks her head and smiles “yeah. what’s her name?”

“piper” teagan answers, taking her phone back and gazing at the photo once more “it’s nice, right?”

jessie hums “piper” she says to herself “yeah, that is a nice name”

[miguel-owhora]

not to spam post but hardcore thinking about Micah being wedged between the gang's two biggest members, Arthur and Bill, and letting both men have their way with him. He'd be stuffed on both ends, taking Bill's cock down his throat and Arthur up his ass.

I can't stop imagining Bill squeezing his head with his thighs; not enough to hurt him, of course, but enough to really emphasize just how physically powerless he'd be against them. Micah wouldn't be able to properly breathe, ragged and heavy as the burly man forces his fat cock down his throat, giving a light squeeze to the faint bulge of his throat. How Micah would slobber around him, flushed across his face, maybe with a few tears. His eyes would be dark with arousal and half-lidded, absolutely loving the taste of Bill on his tongue. His nose would be buried into his nest of dark pubes with each thrust, Bill's mighty hands gripping his head in place, forcing him to breathe him in, but fuck if he doesn't love it.

But it's hard to solely focus on the big cock in his mouth, when there's an equally big cock stretching him open. Micah wouldn't just be moaning because of Bill, no, for he also sings a chorus for Arthur. For Arthur and the way he grips Micah's waist with rough, calloused fingers, holding onto the pudgy waist and fucking into him as if it's the last thing he'll ever do. How his balls smack against the curve of his ass, how he fails to hide his low groans and curses, fingers tightening their hold on Micah as he fucks into him, splitting open his gummy walls and warm cavern, feeling his ass bounce against his sharp thrusts.

It's a position none of the men would ever imagine they'd be in, never mind at the same time. But none complain, because it's hard to complain when all you can do is moan and chase that hedonistic feeling, even if it's in the form of some outlaw.

[kenzie-mm]

How I think my fav Van Der Linde gang members react to you asking “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” (Text fic #01)

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

despite my tears i will be reading.

It is posted… i also created a ref sheet for Meowcah (my interpretation), misc doodles made while writing, and art of the 4 kids. Some of the bonus doodles are by @og-doeiika

[tinyfishtits]

Saddle Horn(y)

Micah Bell / Female Reader

Summary: Micah shares his saddle with you and things heat up when the saddle horn gets you off.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,072 Tags: Smut, Fingering, Public Sex

Authors Note: I simply do not care about the logistics of two people riding a horse, let me live in the fantasy I have created 🤠

★ Read on AO3 ★ ☆ Masterlist ☆

Micah drags you away from a bar fight you didn’t start, but were intent on ending. He pulls you onto the back of Baylock and rides off back to camp. The saddle wasn’t fit for two people, and so you found yourself awkwardly half-propped atop Micah’s thighs, squeezed between him and the horn of the saddle which digs rhythmically into the bundle of nerves between your legs. You start to wriggle, attempting to fight back the building pleasure threatening to unwind you. 

A moan begins to rumble up your throat and you force it back down, your body erupting with heat as a climax builds, your stifled moans escaping as pitiful whimpers. You throw your head back against Micahs shoulder, panting as you come down from the apex of your saddle-horn-induced pleasure. 

Micah slows baylock, his voice concerned as he questions you. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did-“ He stops as a residual wave of pleasure causes your hips to jerk and coaxes a proper moan from your throat. “Oh doll…” his voice is a whisper against your ear, hot and crooning. Overcome with adrenaline from the bar fight and body now reeling with heat you turn your head to face him, searching for his hand and guiding it to the budding wetness between your thighs. 

“Micah” you breath against his lips and a guttural sound, almost a snarl, rips out from him as he takes your lips in his with so much force your hand shoots up to his face, grasping at him both to stop you from tumbling off the saddle and to keep him pressed against you. But he doesn’t let you fall, his arms already tightly wrapped around your waist, holding you close. His strong hands snaking under your clothes and kneading at the burning flesh underneath as his lips take yours sloppily and with so much pent up need you wonder briefly just how long he’s wanted this.

But all thoughts evaporate the second a warm hand trails under the hem of your pants and finds the furnace between your legs, burning for him. Your mouth fills with heat and lips vibrate as you both moaned into each other, sinking into the other as you lose yourselves in a flurry of want and need and primal desire… his thumb deftly circles your clit, pressing into it slow and hard when he brought you too close too quickly, the pressure of his warm digit dragging out the waves of pleasure that wanted so desperately to crash, so close to the edge but never allowed to cross it. 

You could feel his own desire stiffening in his pants at your back, throbbing with every whimper and moan he coaxed from you with only a single finger. You knew he was a dexterous son of a bitch, but this? You never thought you’d be jealous of a gun before, but here you were, wishing you were the one holstered on his hip all hours of the day… that It was you he spent hours tending to, rubbing with oil and swinging theatrically around his finger. 

Micah whispered your name as his lips fell to your neck. Thumb still teasing your clit, he slipped two fingers inside of you and your hips hungrily thrust into them, wanting every inch of him there was to take. You hadn’t been aware of your surroundings, so wrapped up in his touch, that you didn’t even hear the approaching wagon until it was just a few yards away. Micah, likely aware of the approaching witness and just wholly unbothered, continued his work between your legs.

No longer wasting time with teasing, he gave you the full force of his dexterity, the speed and strength of his fingers unrelenting. His other hand found its way to your breasts and started toying with your nipple, already hard and aching. He was giving you everything, the overstimulation bordering on torturous as your mind struggled to process all the fireworks firing in your nerves. His lips and teeth on your ear was the last straw, the sound of your name rasping out between his moans your undoing. 

The wagon was upon you now, the sound of horse hoofs and rattling wood ambling past you. You couldn’t have looked at whoever passed if you wanted to, as a devastatingly powerful wave of pleasure finally crashed, ripping through you like a tsunami, destructive and relentless as it swallowed you up and you gave into it, drowned yourself in it. You couldn’t help the scream that burst out of you as the peak hit and you came crashing back down, body trembling with aftershocks.

Micah chuckled into your neck, lazily kissing the skin there, warm hands still firmly grasping your flesh, though their ministrations had ceased. Micah’s low, gravely voice wrapped around you as you started to regain awareness. “Well well…” His mustache tickled at your neck as he spoke, “that ain’t how I saw this night ending.” He said, the tone of his voice a low, seductive purr. “Ending?” You repeated, breathless and sounding more desperate than you really meant to, but the thought of that being it … the end.   

His lips curved into a smile against your skin. “If you want to keep at it darlin I’ll be the last person to stop ya.” He said with a laugh, peppering more kisses to your neck as his hands fell away from your body, taking up the reins once more. “But we should get off the road… or the horse, at least.” Your eyes shot open at the reminder of where you were. “Oh god did that person- did they see?” You asked, the mortification finally settling in. You’d never been one for PDA, never even gone so far as to kiss a lover in public past a quick peck on the cheek.

Micah barked a laugh. “Didn’t have to, doll. Everyone within a mile heard you scream out my name.” He said smugly. You slapped his thigh, the easiest part of him to reach, and he chuckled once more. “I may have screamed yours…” You said, grinding your hips back into his lap and coaxing a sweet moan from him. “But you moaned mine” You teased, with more than just your words. The sound that escaped Micah’s lips then was practically a growl. “What will it be darlin’? Back to camp, or-” He started, but you interrupted. “Or. Definitely or.”

[08melancholie]

writing 500 word vs 25k+ micah x reader fic

essays for my classes in 3 days

[finniestoncrane]

at 4am this morning i saw a message on instagram from my beloved ri with a reel of tom hardy and i think the trajectory of my life has been changed now

[amrass]

Moonshine, Milk, Coffee Liquor (part two of the Two Drinks series) is up on Ao3!

Summary: Dutch notes how under-the-weather Arthur has been looking and takes him into his bedroom for some "relaxation", a plan that seems flimsy considering how Micah is there too.

Key words/warnings: Dutch van der Linde/Arthur Morgan/Micah Bell, threesome, porn without plot, explicit filth, evil sickfic, humor

Excerpt (after the cut):

Cursing, Arthur tried to sit up, but Dutch held him down by the shoulders. Arthur ended up with his upper back on the seat of the chair, neck bent awkwardly at the backrest, his open shirt creased up around his head. His legs held most of his weight, and they shook as Micah continued to grope him.

"Don't – he -" 

"I'll make you feel good, Morgan." Micah bent forward and guided Arthur back into his mouth using his lips, tongue and teeth.

"Ugh," Arthur said among other undignified sounds.

"Is that a yes?" Dutch asked, something playful in his tone. 

Arthur blamed the alcohol as he growled a quiet I guess, though he wasn't entirely sure what he was agreeing to until Micah spat out his dick and started pulling Arthur's jeans further down. They went down easier than they had if he'd gotten around to poke new holes in his belt (an action that would require acknowledging his new frame), but Micah still fell backwards when he got the jeans off, before he snarled and threw them away like they were a Bible. 

[entropyfox]

Rip (not literally) to the author of that beautiful time-travel fix-it Morbell fic who moved into the woods, I think about that fic several times a day but I’m a hopeless pessimist and therefore don’t think it’ll ever be updated again

Pray to god that someone has read the fic and likes it as much as I do and will talk my ear off about it. Name in the tags

[mangoxanax]

｡𖦹°‧ Down bad — S. Hanta ♰｡𖦹°‧

—small drabble i made for hanta 🗣️

A/n — like i said id be trying to post more nd since i had motivation recently why not make something for sero? so here ya go!

C/W — slight nsfw on some, short ish?, black reader, profanity, sero being down bad for yo fine ahh💞.

♰ —enjoy !♰

©mangoxanax on tumblr, do not steal, repost without permission or copy, or claiming as your own. 🗝 ∘ . ° • — ♰

[outlaw-apologist]

✦ . Writing Collection . ✦

A collection of all my writing.  So far this contains Red Dead and X-Men works but I plan on releasing other writing I’m working on. REQUESTS OPEN! Request guidelines: Reader Inserts or Character Studies  (OC fics are available upon commission) NSFW is ok Please send characters and plot idea I write for: X-Men, Baldur’s Gate 3, RDR2, Outlander, Rings of Power, The Hobbit, and LOTR

🌲 = New Story

X-Men: Halloween with the X-Men X-Men if you had a Toxic Partner Red Dead:  How the Gang Kisses You

The Gang with a Plus Sized Lover

 The Gang as Fathers

The Gang’s Kinks and Fantasies 

Valentine’s Day with the Gang

How The Gang Comforts You After a Nightmare

Micah’s Little Sister 

X-Men: Meant To Be {Logan x Reader}  Monster (S)Mash (Logan x Fem! Reader Smut) Memory of You | Chapter 1 (Victor Creed x Reader) Red Dead:  The Gang Catching Feelings for You

 Bitter Sweet Goodbye - You Die in Their Arms

 The Longest Night (Arthur x Fem!Reader)

 Saved by the Gang - Your SO saves you from your kidnappers

 Save Yourself - GN! Reader x Various (Arthur convinces you to leave the gang)

 The Price of Cake - Charles x Reader 

 Soulmates - Josiah x Reader

N/A

Ghost Riders - Reader x Arthur x Charles Memory of You - Victor Creed X Reader

[twistedcharismaaa]

Silk Dreams: Temptations

General Summary: The creation of Masego.

Summary: A deeper glimpse into the past of Masego and Charisma's relationship that leads to their awaiting future.

Author's Note: Hi guyssss! How are ya? I hope you guys are well! I miss you guys and love you guys so much! I’m here with a little update! I hope you guys enjoy it it! I know it’s been ten thousand years since I’ve last updated this. Please feel free to re-read as a refresher. I’m still rusty. I’m really insecure about this update to be transparent lol. So I really, really hope you guys enjoy this. I love y’all! Don’t forget to leave a comment for ya girl! I liveeeee for the commentary! Enjoyyyyy!

*Flashback*

She didn’t know what captured her first - his smile, his laughter, or his eyes. She swore he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen. And he was absolutely clueless of the power that rested in those dark brown orbs. She saw her fantasies in them. She saw vast possibilities, endless resolutions, and more importantly, freedom. She wondered how many versions of herself that she could be around him and she wondered who he was outside the confines of these four walls that they both seemed to frequent every Friday afternoon. The Smoothie Café on 15th Street was quaint and quiet. It was something that she had been lacking recently. The art of simplicity. She wondered if he lived a simple life and she wondered what he wrote about when he typed on that laptop of his. Whatever it was, held a lot of importance. She figured it was important enough for him not to notice her. 

Neglect was never a stranger to her, but it still hurt all the same. She figured this is just the life of an attention seeker ever insatiable for the spotlight or maybe ever insatiable for love. Silently, she sighed before taking another sweet swig of her fruity delight of a drink. Carelessly, she stole one more glance from Mr. Pretty Brown eyes. But this time, to her surprise, his eyes were already resting on hers. Again, he had the warmest eyes she’d ever seen but yet, they were able to send a chill down her spine. She smiled timidly and he did the same. Slowly, he stood up from his table and began gradually walking her way. 

She pretended to busy herself with some random app on her phone. Again, she took another sip of her smoothie and waited impatiently for his arrival. Moments later, he stood in front of her table. 

“Excuse me,” he said politely. 

“Yes,” she responded, kindly. 

“I’ve noticed that we both seem to come here a lot. The drinks here are amazing,” he said, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. 

“They are,” she agreed. 

“I figured it’s time for me to introduce myself. I’m Ambrose. All my friends call me Ro,” he replied, smiling. 

“Charisma,” she answered. “That’s a pretty name. Doesn’t it mean immortal or something like that?” She quizzed.

“Yeah, it does. It has Greek Origins. Thank you,” he replied, chuckling. 

“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling. 

“Since we’re on the topic of pretty things, I think you’re absolutely beautiful,” he admitted. 

And just like that her smile grew even wider. 

“Thank you,” she answered. 

“If you’re not busy or anything. I would love to take you out to dinner sometime. Or maybe we can get a smoothie together?” He suggested.

Before she could answer, The sound of reality buzzed in the palm of her hand. Masego was calling. Quickly, she ignored the call. 

“I would love to,” she replied, eagerly.

“Bet,” Ambrose stated, happily.

Gleefully, they both exchanged numbers and then exchanged goodbyes. 

She watched Ambrose exit the Smoothie Café with a small smile on her face. Once the door behind him closed, she returned her attention back to her phone. It buzzed again, and again, and again. Her phone was flooded with missed calls and unread texts. Reluctantly, she read Masego’s last message. 

“I’m back in town …. I want to see you. I missed you,”

Instantly, she was reminded of how courteous her lover was. He was just so mindful. How mindful and considerate he was to announce his arrival back home after not speaking to her for over a month. She was completely ghosted. His prized jewel on the shelf collecting dust. He was absolutely polished and pristine. How kind he was to update her on his well-being overseas through Instagram stories and Twitter posts. It would only be right for her to match his chivalry. She left her lover on read and tossed her phone in her purse. She gathered the rest of her belongings and exited the cafe and entered a new state of illusion. 

——-

*Present* 

The crowd sounded like roaring lions. Their cheers echoed loudly throughout the building. Even with the door closed you can feel their adoration pulse. She couldn’t blame them though. She loved watching him perform on stage too. Quietly, she sat down and tried to think about all the things she loved about him. She even tried to think about all the reasons she had to stay and all the reasons she had to go. 

Breaking her many thoughts, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. It was Ambrose calling. Hesitantly, she ignored his call. Seconds later, he followed up with a text. 

“Did you end it with him? Have you talked to him? Call me baby, please,”

She read his text and instantly her heart broke. Ambrose didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve this. 

“Fuckkk,” she groaned. 

Tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she texted Ambrose back.  

“No, he’s performing right now. Didn’t catch him. Will call later,”

Quickly, she locked her phone and tossed it to the side. She closed her eyes and tried to quiet her mind. 

——

Several moments passed and Masego quickly entered his dressing room sweaty and breathless. A sense of relief washed over him the moment he saw Charisma’s face. She was still there. He smiled widely and sat beside her on the couch. 

“You’re here,” he whispered. 

“I am,” she replied. 

“Are you ready to talk?” She questioned, sternly. 

“Yes,” he answered. 

“Good,”

———

How quickly dreams can turn into nightmares….

Part 3

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