Micah Bell - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

I sketched every gang member in my style!!

They were all randomized with a spinning wheel, and I forced myself to draw the one I got

Warning, I haven’t drawn like MOST of them before so here is my best attempt 😂

I think I’ll add some color and come back later with it, but here y’all go I suppose 💗

POV you’re agent Milton at the end of Chapter 3 :

“If you like Dutch that means you support his actions!”

So close, but liking a character and supporting them are two different things. Dutch is a very interesting character, and I like how he was written. I do not support anything he has done in both rd1 and 2. It is just how I hate Micah will all my being but like how his character was written and think he is a very good antagonist

But if any of you support Micah or Dutch for their actions, get out

RDR2, Micha Bell

I know, I'm surprised it's not a Beetlejuice smut I wrote😳

Possible TWs: cursing, sexual tension, sex, piss kink.

"Miss Y/L/N. Would you come over here please?" Dutch asked as he saw you passing through camp. You stopped by thinking it would be something quick. Seeing Micah next to Dutch made you slightly frown. What was that scumbag doing there when Dutch had called you over. Micah watched you from under the brim of his hat. His gaze stuck on you. It was infuriating having him look at you like that. You focused your attention on Dutch to avoid Micah the best you could.

What you heard next made you internaly roll your eyes. Of course it had to be something to do with Micah. Why else was he hanging around Dutch. "Miss Y/L/N, I'm sending you and Mr. Bell here out to see if there is anything of worth at this big farm Hosea saw the other day." You were shocked. No, why would Dutch send you out with god damn Micah. The biggest asshole in camp. Micah stood there with his dumb smirk and his hands resting on his gunbelt. Hell no. You didn't want to go out working with this creep. You opened you mouth to protest, but were cut short as Dutch continued. "I'm sending you together to look like you're some sort of couple or whatever. To look less suspicious if you should get to close for their liking. Let me know if you see anything worth a job when you get back."

Dutch turned and walked away. Probably to read or think of more plans as he usually does. You turned your head back to Micah with a dissatisfied frown. Why? This man was a menace. Micah watched you and shot you that shit eating grin as he started talking. "Looks like me and you is doing some work for Old Dutch, missus Bell." Micah mocked you. Knowing damn well he's trying to get on your nerves. He patted your shoulder and chuckled as he passed you. Your cheeks felt hot. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Taking a second to brace yourself before joining him. This was going to be a long day.

You sat behind Micah on Baylock. He actually showed some sort of kindness when helping you get up. Probably the most he'd ever show to anyone. As the horse trotted away from camp, you noticed something you forgot about. Something that you were interrupted from doing when Dutch had called you over. You had to go. You hadn't relieved yourself since you woke up this morning. And now it's later in the evening. You cursed to yourself in a low whisper. It didn't help sitting on a horse either. All the ups and downs are not helping your bladder at all. You had unintentionally held a closer grip on Micah after you noticed you had to go. Micah registered your low cursing and the difference in your grip. With his usual sly voice, he asked you. "Say, you ain't getting scared back there, are ya? We have barely left camp." He chuckled and looked ever so slightly over his shoulder. You were taken by surprise at how he looked at you. The tone in his voice kept up the teasing asshole shtick. His voice sounded more annoyed, but his face told a different story. You just gave him an annoyed look and turned your head away. "No, Micah, I'm not fukcing scared." He chuckled at your reply. Smirking as he answered. "A little feisty today, are we? Maybe this trip won't be all boring then, sugarpie." You rolled your eyes. "Ugh." Why is he calling you sugarpie of all things. You knew he was trying to irritate me, but something about it felt kinda sweet somehow. Even for a guy like Micah. You shook your head and watched the landscape to distract yourself.

After a good while, you noticed the sun started to set. How far away was this place? You hadn't stopped once since you left camp, so you had never gotten the opportunity to get a second to yourself. You really had to go soon. It made you grumble softly. You squeezed your eyes shut. You weren't quite sure how long you would be able to hold it. For a second, you forgot who you were riding with and rested your head forward on Micahs back. He froze up a little. A bit surprised that you had even wanted to lean on him. He didn't mind someone like you leaning on him if he was honest. But then again, he had to stay focused. "Woah there, missy, you getting sleepy back there or what? This ain't no snooze cruise if you hadn't noticed." His slightly annoyed statement shook you up again. You let out an annoyed sigh and shot him a question back. "Are we there yet or what?" He scoffed and laughed. He liked how you replied. Made it more fun to poke at you. He liked being able to have some heated back and forth. "Boy do you have an attitude today, miss? I kinda like it." You got a slight chill sent through you. He only wants to get under your skin to annoy you, so you gave him a short reply. "Gross." Micah looked down at your grip round his waist. He grinned, knowing it was easy to poke at you right now. "Well, for someone who thinks I'm gross, you sure have got a good grip on me girly." You froze at his words. A pink blush krept into your cheeks. You hadn't even noticed. You were so focused on not wetting yourself. What could you possibly say to that. "That's..I'm just holding on so I won't fall." You tried hiding your stuttering. "Yeah, yeah, keep tellin yourself that. I ain't believing you." Micah slowed the horse down. The farm was pretty close now. He saw a small gathering of trees and bushes that would make a good place to scout from. You both got off the horse and looked over at the farm. You got your binoculars to get a good look. It was big. There was a lot of animals and diverse crops. The main house was big. Looked like a farm worth robbing.

Micah sighed and put his binoculars away. "Well, we should probably head back now. Dutch will probably be glad to hear what we have to say about this place." Micah saunters back to his horse. Being extra slow, almost waiting. You really didn't want to tell this man that you had to go. He'd probably make fun of you or humiliate you in any way he could. You didn't know how to make him wait or give you a second. You bit your lip, looking up to the sky. You closed your eyes as you sighed. You didn'thave many choices in his predicament. "Wait, I.." Before you could finish your sentences, Micah had turned around, pointing straight at you. "Hah, I knew it was something. You've been all silent and moody all day long. So what's the deal?" He walked over to you. He looked you up and down. Smirking as he waited for an answer. You backed up into a tree. Unable to go anywhere else. You raised your hands in front of you. In a swift and surprisingly gentle move, Micah had your arms pinned above your head. You looked at him a bit in shock. Your cheeks grew red, and you already felt embarrassed. He smirked, and his voice was low as he spoke. "Come on now, tell me what's been on your mind, doll. Tell old Micah what's bothering you."

You shut your eyes. His voice actually sounded nice like that. Not snarky or rude, but somehow more seductive? And the way he had grabbed your wrists. You had to squeeze your thighs together now. You felt a weirdly good pulsating sensation as you squeezed shut while holding in your piss. That's something you hadn't felt before. It actually felt a bit good. Micah took note of your body language, thinking you felt hot and bothered. What he didn't know was that you needed to relieve yourself. Badly. You started your sentence. "I..need to." Micah placed a hand on your cheek. His thumb rubbed softly against your lower lip. His gaze was hungry. You'd never seen him like this before. Being so gentle and seductive. It actually made him seem nice for a bit. As you looked at him and got another pulsating sensation. You whimpered. He grinned and slowly slid his hand from your cheek and down your body. Panic took over you. You couldn't hold it much more, and his hand was on its way down. "N-no, don't.. I gotta, I have to.." You struggled to speak with the preasur of needing to pee and the weird arousal from the tension that had risen. He paused and looked at you. He was slightly confused. That's when he connected the dots. You could see the change in his expression. His grin grew as he chuckled. He leaned close to your ear. A gruff whisper. "Mhmm, now I get it. You've gotta go, right? Been holding it aaall day, haven't you? And you didn't dare ask little old me to stop." You opened your eyes. As you softly nodded, you were flooded with embarrassment. How was this going to end.

You whimpered as he slid his hand down to your crotch. Cupping it as he watched you squirm. You were so close to letting go. Almost wetting yourself. You were sure it would start leaking if you didn't get to pee soon. "Let me. Just hold it a little longer, sugar." Micah gently opened your jeans. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back to hold it in a bit longer. He softly pulled your jeans and underwear down and got you to step out of them carefully. Tossing them to the side, he stepped in behind you and put your arms around the back of the tree. He held them with one arm. He leaned his head in close to your neck. You could feel his warm breath on you. You shivered and was hit by a new wave of the pulsating. Micah gently nipped and kissed your shoulder. You could feel drops of pee leaking out as you tried your best to hold it in. He used his foot and nugged your legs apart, spreading them out a bit. "You've known me for a while now, Y/N, I'm a nasty man, you know that. So be a good girl and piss for me." You didn't need a word more. You let go and felt the stream of piss escape you. The sweet feeling of release. You whimpered and almost moaned at the feeling. You rolled your head closer to Micahs. Your heavy breath and small sounds was like music in his ears. He watched as the golden fluid flooded out of you. How it loudly hit the ground.

As it stopped up and you felt the wave of relaxation hit you. Micah cooed in your ear. "Good girl, that wasn't so bad, was it?" You gently shook your head. Admiting that it had felt pretty good. He let go of your hand and pulled you around the tree to face him. He leaned you back against the other side of the tree away from your river of piss. He slid his hand down your belly and down to your crotch. He swiped a finger through your wet folds and found your sensitive nub. You held back a small moan as he started softly rubbing it with his thumb. He smirked and worked a finger inside you. Bending it in a way that would find your spot. As you whimpered, he chuckled. He leaned in and kissed his way from your shoulder to your ear. He nibbled at your earlobe before he spoke. "Look at you, such a needy little thing just for me. What do you think the other fellers back at camp whould day if the knew what a whore you are for ol' Micah, hm?" His words sent shivers up your spine and a flush of warmth to your belly. Your cheeks felt like they were burning up. As he pushed another finger in, you stuttered out his name. "M-icah.." It felt so good. Yet it felt so embarrassing that this pig of a man had made you feel so good. He'd never let you forget about this. At this point, you weren't sure you wanted to forget it either. He kept praising you between his nibbles at your neck. He sucked at your sweet spots and left marks. "That's it, come on now." You could feel yourself grow tighter around his fingers. Right before you could feel your release, he pulled away. You let out a sad moan at the sudden emptiness. Micah shamelessly rubbed at his crotch as he let out a low chuckle. He smirked as he looked at you. Oh, how he loved this moment. Making you a mess for him so easily. "You're my little ragdoll now and I ain't lettin you go sweet thing. You belong to me." He opened his pants just enough so his member sprung free. It was already leaking with precum and gently pulsating. He gave it a few slow strokes before he turned you around. He pused a hand on your back so you would lean forward and brace your arms against the tree. He teased your entrance with his tip, letting it soak in your juices. He lined himself up with your entrance. With both hands firmly on your hips he roughly pushed in with a groan. He stopped for a second as he bottomed out, saviouring the feeling of you around him. You cried out a moan weak moan. He had good girth and a fear length to him. Just as roughly as he had pushed in he set a good pace. Pushing in hard. He moved a hand to hold onto your hair. Your head leaned back making moans slip out easier. Micah like to hear all the noises you made. You felt his thrust getting sloppier as he let go of your hear to rub at your clit. As you queezed around him you could hear him grunt more. The pulsating sensation of release shot through you and your legs started shaking. Micha pushed deep and let out a growl. His grip strong enough to make bruises on your hips. You felt him pulsate inside you. He patted your ass as he pulled out and tucked himself away.

You had to lean on the tree so you could regain your balance again. Micah let you get dressed before he helped you up onto Baylock. As he urged Baylock into a trot he came with a comment and laughed. "I might have to ask Dutch to let me drag your sweet ass along more often."

Never steal from Micah Bell

Fem reader

Tw: mentions of guns, violence, fire, blood, sexual tension.

Tilly came running into camp. She was full of panic. Eyes vide and out of breath. She started screaming that you had been kidnapped by a gang. They had been after all of you for some time. They managed to get their hands on you wanting to get info on where the Van der Linde gang was residing. Everyone dropped their stuff and came running to Tilly. Asking of everything she knew. Miss Grimshaw took her away to clean her up as the fellers started talking. Dutch, Hosea and Arthur was scrambling about to gather their stuff. They quickly turned around when they heard the sound of hoves racing away. They all stood frozen looking confused between each other as Micah raced away. He had never shown any interest or care to save anyone but himself. Micah rodes as fast as he could. Rage was fueling him. The reflection of the sunset was like flames in his eyes. There was no mercy to be shown. Nobody who steals from Micah Bell had a life ahead of them. His laugh erupted. He felt like he would go insane if anything happened to you. "Ain't no one stealin from me who gets to stay alive."

You were locked in a small shed. Left in the dark small room. They had roughed you up a bit trying to get you to speak. Your head hanging down as you focused on sounds outside. You had shot up as you heard an all too familiar laugh and yelling. Micah! The cold bastard actually cared enough about you to come and save you. "I'm going to burn this place to the ground! Time to meet with your maker boys!" His maniacal laughter came through as you heard glass breaking and shots fired. You could see the slight glow of fire from outside. There was screaming and gunshots all around.

Then suddenly, it fell silent. No talking. No footsteps. Only the crackling of fire growing. You feared the worst. Then, the door of the shed swung open. Your eyes widened, and relief filled you. There before you stood Micah. The glow and sparks from the fire wild behind him. The dark silhouette was disturbingly impressive. His eyes felt cold and dark. Blood was splattered across him. Luckily, it wasn't his own. You jolted up and ran towards him. You hugged yourself around his neck. He hugged back and patted you back. "You came for me, you cold bastard, you actually came." Micah let out a soft chuckle as you pulled apart. He looked at you with eyes that told more than his words. "Couldn't let them get away with stealing the only thing I care more for than my guns." You felt a tingling sensation go through you at his words. You hugged him tighter with your head under his chin. Smiling to yourself hearing those words. That evil asshole actually has some feelings beneath is vile exterior. Something he would never show to anyone else, especially not back at camp. He couldn't let them know he actually had a heart. He would never hear the end of it if they found out he was a human after all.

Micah grinned to himself feeling how close you held onto him. He held you just as thight back. Feeling relaxed knowing you where safe with him again. He slowly slid his hand down your back to place it on your butt. Softly squeezing. You felt a cribling inside. A warm feeling that was building. He placed a kiss on your head before he moved to kiss at your neck. He let out a hum of appreciation. Your breath got heavy as you closed your eyes. You could feel him grow harder against your stomach. He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. A soft smirk visibleas he spoke. "C'mon, let's get you out of here, we'll finish this later doll."

He gave you a pat on your butt as he helped you up on his horse. Then suddenly you heard a stampede of hoves arriving. It was all the fellers from camp. Arriving just as you were about to leave this place. They saw you sat on top of Baylock like a trophy. All safe and content. Your cheeks stilled flushed red from Micah's actions. They looked at the burning camp behind you. Half the place was burned already, and things had begun falling down. Arthur looked angry at Micah. "What tha hell, Micah?! Was it really necessary to burn the place?" Micah led his horse towards them with a prideful saunter. His sleazy grin taking it's usual form. He leaned a bit back and put his hands out to his sides, exaggerating his words. "You're late to the show boys. Everything's dealt with, and I've saved our dear damsel in distress. But I didn't take you for a slow guy in a rescue Cowpoke, or should I say slowpoke instead?" Micah mocked Arthur as he passed by everyone. You couldn't help but find it funny. You tried your best to hide it so Arthur wouldn't get more upset than he already was.

Micah eventually hopped up behind you. Making sure you were sat close to him. You could feel his still hard member pressed up against your back. Making sure you could feel how much he craved you. As Baylock started trotting away and back home, he put a secure hand on your thigh. Stroking at your inner thigh. It made your warm tingle feel like a flame stared inside. Melting you closer to him. He needed to feel you to know you where there. That you where safe within his hand. He had a grin on his lips. With a rough but loving voice he spoke. "Let's get you home and taken care of princess."

Me whenever Agent Milton talks.

Evil men plotting evil schemes.

Micah, he is a snake, but he's not a rat.

Faster than my bullet

I do like him. I also think agent Milton lied about him being the rat.

Micah Bell, Rhodes, 1899

Do any of you actually like him?? I do occasionally but I’m not even sure why.

Feel like whenever I take a pic of Micah, it’s mandatory to include a closeup of his gun(s).

Oh hey also I really like Micah have some silly doodles of him too

He's also now on my favorite teacher's whiteboard for the week >:3

such a cutie patootie

I know there's been a Micah uprising going on in RDR Tumblr so...

Something I made half-awake on a plane a while back.

Went to Fanboy Expo yesterday thinking I was only gonna be able to afford getting a picture with Rob ... I ended up getting to see everyone who was there !!! <3

It was SO much fun.

They were all so nice to me and I had a lot of quick yet silly conversations. I was especially excited to meet Rob and when I did I started crying--he was... SO. SWEET. He told me not to be nervous and that I looked amazing. Gave him a very big hug and couldn't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. I told Alex about the conversations I've had with my lesbian aunt and how she thinks Sadie's a total cowbian badass. Alex replied with : "Yeah, I imagine she likes to go with the flow." Which, slay. Overall, I wish I wasn't so awkward with Roger and Benjamin (and a little bit with Peter and Kaili) but honestly I was kind of intimidated with them being the 'main characters' of Red Dead 2 while I've only ever played Red Dead 1 (IK Benjamin played Dutch in the first game as well but his appearances were a lot more important in the 2nd). Hoping the next time I get to see any of the Red Dead cast I won't be so shy -- and not to mention I'll be prepared with gifts !!!

When I'm not so busy with school I'm hoping to create some silly art of some stuff that was said about the characters during the panel... hehehe... <3

Friend Or Foe? || Micah Bell x Reader Smut

Summary: Your anger is raging after Arthur found himself a new girl. During setting a tent, you're being visited by Micah, will you consider him as a friend or foe?

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 1116

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Another lonely day brought you sadness and anger. Since Arthur decided to break up with you, you couldn't find yourself a proper place to be in the camp. Mostly, you were spending time outside, you were traveling to nearest town only to frown your sadness in whiskey. You robbed some people from time to time, you had enough of asking Dutch for some dollars.

 That day, you were setting tent in the valley from where you had a great view at camp and fest that was happening there. Dutch, Arthur and rest of gang were celebrating a great train robbery from the day before.

  Tears streamed down your face. "Great! Fuckers!"

"You ain't celebrating, miss Y/L/N? Arthur isn't spending time with his sweetheart?," Micah teased as he walked closer to you. "That's kinda weird 'cuz you were always all over him like a bitch in the heat and now? Sitting here and crying."

 "You good know it's been a while since we ain't a thing, Bell," you told him viciously and didn't look at him.

 Micah Bell was the only person you hated even more than Arthur Morgan. Everyone called him a rat and they were right about this - Micah was kind of man you didn't want to meet. Vicious and mean like no one else, he would do anything to mix you with mud.

 Micah laughed. "Ah! Morgan changed girl again. This is so sad," he hummed happily.

"It would be a shame if someone else would snatch you right under his nose."

 You cocked brows and gave him a mean glance. "Oh, you're an expert, as I see. Now, leave me alone. Don't ya see I'm busy, fella?"

 You turned head aside pretending you are setting the cot, when truth was that tears rolled down your cheeks. Micah got into your vulnerable point. Again.

 "I for sure know more than this dump hey stuck Morgan," Micah wrapped arm around you to pull you closer to him. "I am no kind of man that have a golden heart but it's sad to see such a pretty face covered with tears."

 You looked at him slowly. You didn't hesitate to let him see you like this, hurt to the bones. You dropped the blanket and wrapped arms around him, hugging to him and letting tears fell down. "I hate him, Micah! I fucking hate Morgan," you snorted loudly.

 He hugged you and pat your back. "There, there, girl. You ain't the only one that hate him but I tell ya something," Micah took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. "He ain't worth your attention, Y/N."

 You nodded quickly. "Yes. He doesn't. He fucking doesn't. Fucking useless cock," you growled. You gave Micah a glance. "Why you ain't with 'em? You're part of gang."

 "I could ask you the same thing, girl. I'm not that much into group celebration. Besides, I got worried that one of our ladies is away," he said looking at you.

 "I won't spend time with those fucking scums. I don't see myself there," you said. "I don't want to see HIM with his new pussy."

 "Oh, poor girl. I can always give you some of my time," Micah said with a smile on his face

 You tilted head. "Oh, really? What can you offer me?," you asked, crossing hands over your chest and measuring him with a grin.

 "Whatever you're gonna ask for, girl. I am open like a book for ya."

 You stepped closer to him, wrapped arm around his neck and whispered into his ear. "Fuck my cunt, Bell."

 He picked you up. "With a fucking pleasure, girl." Micah carried you away from your tent.

He pressed you against the tree. "We are far enough. They ain't gonna see us but they sure will hear us," Micah purred as he lifted your dress.

 You slipped hands beneath material of your dress and pulled your panties down, stepping out of them quickly. "Well, I heard you haven't had girl in a while, is that true?," you teased. "Is that true that Micah Bell haven't gotten laid because no girl has wanted him?"

 "Well, maybe it's true. I am not Marston or Morgan to fuck whatever moves. Now, let's see what hides under this nice dress of yours," Micah hummed and his hand sneaked between your legs to play with your pussy.

 You grabbed him by collar of his flannel shirt to pull him closer. "Can you feel it? Can you feel how wet I am for you?," you teased as you grinded over his palm.

 "Yes, I do, miss, and I really enjoy the feelin'." He picked you up and undid his pants to pull out his already hard cock. "Look at that, miss. You must be some magical thing," Micah purred before thrusting into you.

 You gasped and held onto his neck. "Oh, yeah, just like that, Bell. Just like fucking that, fella," you told him, brushing your cheek against his bearded face.

 He smiled fucking you harder. "You like it, huh? You love when real man fucks you," Micah growled against your neck.

 "Yeah, I do," you gasped loudly as his dick hit your spot. "Oh, God!"

 "Ah! So here it is. That's the spot," Micah smiled as he focused. "Did Morgan ever fuck you just as good as I do?," he asked, picking up his pace.

 You managed to shook your head only. You couldn't reply, pleasure was getting unbearable and even though you hated yourself for what were you doing, you enjoyed feeling of being stretched by a man. Primal instinct took control over you.

 "From now on, ya are gonna be my bitch. I will take care of you in the way that Morgan never did," he growled and pulled you into a quick, messy kiss. "I waited for you too long!"

 "Oh, did ya?," you asked, nibbling into his earlobe.

His cock stretched you nicely and your head rolled back, you rested it against tree.

 "Yes I did, I couldn't believe that you decided to put up with that pathetic man," Micah growled loudly, feeling himself getting closer.

"You deserved more!"

 "Oh, Bell, I'm cumming!," you screamed as your nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. Your pussy clenched tightly around his dick, it pulsated rhythmically, only thing you heard was sound of blood running in your veins.

 "Atta girl!," Micah praised you, slowing his thrusts a little. Soom, he cum too, filling you up."Good girl. Good miss Y/L/N." Micah purred before kissing you.

 "Stay with me for the night," you dropped the proposition casually.

 "Oh, I will, with great pleasure, girl,” Micah said nuzzling to your neck.

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Little Dreams || Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

Summary: While being away from.the camp, you and Arthur enjoy the time together.

Warnings: Smut & Micah Bell

Words: 1237

Authors: Bear

"You know, Art, once I had a dream of a cozy place, a place where we could start a family, our own one" you told him as you were having your head on his chest.

 It was one of those evenings where you and him went outside the camp to spend some time in your own company. Now, you were laying on a grass, sky full of stars just right above your heads.

 "You have a new horizon, some kind of a melancholy town where we will build the new future together" Arthur said jokingly as his strong arm wrapped around your waist.

 You smiled at him briefly and hummed a song under breath.

"Darlin', I promised you once that I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill your dream which I also share with ya" Arthur put hat on his face, inhaling cold air of the upcoming night.

 The wind blew gently in your face and you giggled when you felt he tickled your side. "Mr Morgan, stop it now or I'll have to punish ya!" You warned him playfully.

 You knew your words caught his attention immediately. His large hand grabbed your hip and squeezed enough to leave bruise. He took hat off his face and grinned at you in the way he always did when he was teasing you.

 "Am I mistaken or are you messing with a dangerous outlaw, miss Y/N?" He teased kissing top of your head, his eyes on your features.

You rolled lock of you hair on your index finger. "I like to play with fire, sir" you told him firmly, licking your rosy lips slowly and raising head to look him in the eye.

 You loved it. Those intimate moments were priceless to you and they meant much more than feelings he was showing you while being in the camp. Of course, you were a couple and everyone knew the fact, yet Arthur Morgan was always getting a bit shy about being open if it came to his feelings toward you. He was type of man to rather kiss your cheek than make out with you when others were looking. And though you loved this romantic side of his, you also craved more.

 Arthur's palm slipped suddenly under your chin, he grabbed it and pulled you into a messy kiss. Your hands pressed his chest and you hummed happily, he was a good kisser.

 When you broke the kiss to gasp for air, he smirked. "Eager at her cowboy as always, duh?"

You served him a brief nod before climbing on top of him. "Always."

 You unbuttoned his shirt making sure to tease his exposed skin with nails. When his plain shirt was opened fully, you leaned to him and kissed his jaw, moving down his body. After jaw there was a time to caress his clavicles with your soft lips. Then you moved to his neck for a second to lick a trail down to his belly. You smirked when you heard a deep grunt - it was a sign you were doing a good job. As you were standing him, you could feel how hard he got, just  for you and it made you wet. You moved one hand to rub over his crotch and Arthur shivered, like he wanted to escape your touch because of unbearable pleasure.

 "Darlin', holy Christ, look whataya doin' to me" he whispered through parted lips as his hands moved to unbuckle his leather belt.

 You kissed him, your tongue danced with his as you did.

 He closed his eyes shut and grunted again when he pulled his already hardened cock out of his jeans.

 Your palm wrapped around the shaft and you pumped it, then spat on it to make him slick and more vulnerable at touch you served.

 "Undress, darlin'. I need to taste you" he almost begged while helping you with jerking his member.

 You licked lips and smiled at him but obeyed his ask. When you dropped your clothes off, you knelt next to him to kiss his lips. He gave you a wry smirk and grabbed your hips, pulling them hardly. You knew what he wanted and you let out a whimper. Soon, you straddled his face, slowly and gently and moaned his name as soon as his lips wrapped around your hit, already slick sex.

Arthur was so skilled, both his fingers and tongue were making miracles to your craving body. Everytime you were having sex.

 You tried to rock your hips but his strong palms were holding them tightly, preventing you from any kind of move. His tongue teased your entrance as his thumb rubbed circles around your swollen clitoris.

 You moaned again and bended down to wrap mouth around his hard shaft. You bobbed your head back and forth, sucking onto his tip and massaging his balls with free hand. He was grunting deeply and it was giving your pussy an additional friction, so in the end you were moaning for him, giving same in return.

 You both were pleasuring one another and there was no end to your mixed moans and groans.

 Finally, he cum in your mouth and you gladly swallowed everything he gave you. You pumped hand few more times around his dick and sucked briefly onto his balls.

Shortly after, you started to rock your hips hardly, grinding on his face, which he happily obligated. You supported yourself on his wide chest, digging nails in his skin. He sucked your pussy hard enough to leave you moaning his name as you cum and your wetness dripped down your parted thighs, right onto his bearded mouth.

 Then you moved yourself from him and quickly laid right on his side, nuzzling to his neck. "Oh, dear heavens, how good it was! You're freaking amazing, love" you praised him, stroking his jaw as he was looking at you.

 "Darlin', it's you who make me so hot, just look at yourself, fucking shivering from me eating that sweet pussy out" he grinned widely and handled you clothes. "Put 'em on, I don't want you to get sick."

 As you put your dress and coat on, you heard a nasty laughter from nearby. Arthur was buckling his belt again as he looked at that direction only to frown angrily. "What the fuck are ya doing here, you shit?"

 It was no one else but Micah Bell himself, he leant back against the tree, huffing on his cigarette. "Just having some nice views, night's early, I went to think about things and I was pleased by some interesting event" he smirked at you both nastily. "Y/N, I would never say you're such a dirty whore but as I see now, Morgan taught you some things."

 Arthur quickly got up and pulled to his back, pulling his revolver out from behind the belt. He aimed at Micah. "Get the fuck off of us and go somewhere else instead, duh?"

 Micah ostentatiously improved old jeans on his crotch, smiling wryly at you as he measured your features with his eyes. "Don't ya forget, darlin', one day you're gonna be mine." After these words he simply walked away.

You shivered and nuzzled to Arthur.

"Don't ya worry, I'm here and he won't bother you again, don't ya worry," Arthur stroked your hair and grabbed your palm. "Let's go back to camp. We need some rest before another duties will occur."

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