#ttuesday

[12timetraveler]

Like You Hate Me, But You Love Me

400 Follower contest winner

@ttuesday won the 400 follower contest, and requested a Morbell piece.

I've never written for Morbell, it's not really my cup of tea, but I enjoyed taking on this challenge and it was interesting writing for them. This is so different from the normal sweet soft steamy sex that I usually write. But I did enjoy writing it. It was fun to mix things up. Don't know that I'm gonna become a regular Morbell writer though. XD

Ttuseday I hope this is what you were looking for!

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Pairing: Morbell, Arthur Morgan/Micah Bell

Rating: Explicit

CW: hate sex. Yeah that's... That's about it.

WC: 1217

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The sounds that left Micah’s lips were beyond sinful, heavy pants and low moans fit to make the baudiest working girl blush. Arthur Morgan had that effect on him. Always had.

"Ya like that, dontcha," Arthur growled in Micah's ear, broad chest pressed against Micah's back as he pinned the man to the bed. "Don't you dare deny it," Arthur chuckled, thrusting sharply into Micah, his large cock brushing against the man's prostate and drawing another sinful, pitiful sound from his lips. "Not like you could, with all those sweet noises you're making."

"Arthur," Micah groaned, squirming away on reflex, overstimulated and hurting but in the very best way. "Shit," he whimpered as Arthur's big hands came down to rest on Micah's shoulders and pin him in place.

"None of that," Arthur growled, picking up the pace of his thrusts. "You been pestering me about this for weeks. Every time we're alone you been begging for my cock. Nearly got us caught by the others. Camp ain't big enough for you to just be talking about this so often. But damn near every day since our last night out, you've been weaseling up against me, sweet talking me." Arthur chuckled at the way Micah keened under him. "Nah, you want this. I know you do."

"Yes," Micah gasped. "Arthur. Yes. I-" he was cut short as Arthur gripped his shoulder and began pounding into him.

"Don't stop on my account," Arthur growled. "What were you saying?"

"I-I-I love your c-cock!" Micah cried out, fingers fisting in the blankets. Arthur rumbled in pleasure and slowed his thrusts down, still slamming into Micah's ruined hole hard with each thrust, but taking it slower, prolonging both their pleasure and giving Micah a bit of a breather.

"When-when is it my turn?" Micah panted.

"Your turn?"

"Do I ever get to fuck you?"

"Not with the way you've been acting lately," Arthur laughed. "Little brat that you are. Bad boys don't get to fuck me," Arthur nipped at Micah's neck, making the man groan and keen underneath him.

"That ain't fair," Micah whined. "I'm always a bad boy."

"Then you ain't gonna get to take me any time soon." Arthur huffed, shifting his position on the bed so he could hit that angle just right inside of Micah.

Micah wailed as Arthur began pounding into him once more, hitting his prostate directly.

"A-arthur I'm gonna-"

"Don't you dare," Arthur warned, reaching between Micah's hips and the bed below him. His large, rough hand wrapped around the base of Micah's cock and gave him a squeeze, keeping his orgasm at bay while he continued his relentless thrusting. "not until I say you can."

Micah whined and whimpered underneath him, wanting - NEEDING - to cum, but not wanting to disobey Arthur.

It was crazy how different he was under Morgan's attentions. Back at camp if Arthur told him to do something, he'd do the opposite. But here, in this busted, abandoned cabin with just the two of them, he was powerless to do anything less.

Except his cock had other ideas. No matter how much he strained, thought of horse dung and anything else he could do to stave off his orgasm, it was sucked out of him.

Micah sighed and moaned and whimpered as his cock twitched against his stomach, still pressed between him and the bed. Arthur began stroking him slowly, dragging out his pleasure even more.

Then it was too much, his cock oversensitive. He squirmed against Arthur, trying to get out, get away. But Arthur gripped him tighter, pinning him down with his massive body. His hips continued to jerk against Micahs ass, still fucking him hard.

"Nuh-uh. I said you didn't get to cum yet." Arthur growled.

"'M sorry. I couldn't help it," Micah whined. "You feel so good. I couldn't stop it. Arthur please..."

Arthur shushed him, surprisingly gentle, cock still slamming into him.

"I know," Arthur whispered "But you want to make it up to me, dontcha?"

Micah nodded desperately, hips jerking and squirming on reflex as Arthur stroked him back to hardness.

"That's it," Arthur purred. "Now you are not allowed to cum again until you feel me empty my load inside of you, got it?"

"Y-yes Arthur," Micah mewled.

"Good." Arthur said, nipping Micah's neck one more time before he lifted himself slightly and returned to his punishing pace.

Micah clung to the blankets for dear life, unable to do anything but hold on and enjoy the ride. Arthur's hand continued stroking Micah's cock all the while, even as he was thrusting faster and faster, harder and harder.

"Micah," Arthur warned as his thrusts became more and more erratic.

"Give it to me," Micah groaned, his stomach burning as his second orgasm was building.

Arthur let out the most beautiful sound as he came, hips thrusting wildly for a moment before he buried himself deep inside of Micah.

Arthur's hand continued to stroke Micah's dripping cock, the tension in Micah's stomach building and building until--

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Micah woke from his dozing with a start, hand flicking down to his gun on reflex. But it was just him in this cold, snowy cabin up Mount Hagan.

Morgan had been dead for years. Micah had killed him with his own bare hands, or just about had. Micah had left before he took his final breaths.

But these dreams still haunted him. Arthur had never touched him like that, never fucked him like that. The man had only ever looked at Micah with disgust. And a bit of jealousy, so Micah always thought. But never lust.

He’d had these dreams even when the man was still alive. Ever since he’d joined the gang, all those years ago, before it all went wild. Since the moment he’d laid eyes on Arthur, he wanted nothing more than to have the man pin him down and fuck him into the grass.

“Shame he went soft,” Micah mumbled, trying to shrug it off, trying to save face to… himself really. No one else was in the room, or privy to the thoughts he’d always had. He tried to play it off like it was nothing, convince himself it was just his depraved mind playing with him. But that pit would always form in his stomach every time he thought of Arthur Morgan.

Micah groaned as he shifted in his cot. He was hard as a rock for a dead man who never gave him the time of day. He chewed his lip, trying to decide if he would take care of himself, or step outside and let the cold bring his cock under control.

His pride preferred the latter option, but for some reason today he couldn't shake the feeling of Arthur inside of him, the sound of his panting in his ear.

Micah unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, which stayed rock solid despite the cold. He gave himself a few lazy strokes then glanced around the cabin, assuring himself he was alone and no one would witness what he was doing next.

With his other hand, Micah reached around and pressed a finger in his right hole. He hissed slightly at the abrupt entry, but quickly the burning turned to pleasure as he continued stroking himself.

*Arthur," he sighed.

[neon-junkie]

Micah gets what Micah wants

I saw @ttuesday ‘s post and couldn’t help but write something for it hehe. 

Micah Bell x gn!Reader - angst and fluff

A robbery had gone wrong, a slip-up on Micah's behalf, but he continued to avoid the blame and instead, tried to turn it on you! You snapped at him, and eventually announced that you were giving him the silent treatment until he apologized. "Fine," was all he said, and decided to keep his mouth shut, not wanting to admit to his mistakes. The robbery was this morning, just past sunrise, and your blood has been boiling all day. You two returned to camp, lack of cash in hands, and spat an "ask Micah," at Dutch when he asked how the robbery went. The sun continued to pass overhead, and soon sunk into the horizon; you continued to ignore Micah, instead chatting to just about everybody you could get your hands on. It's petty, but you're petty, and so is Micah, only he's stayed clear of the camp. But now you've retired to bed, your shared cot in your own, private tent. Tonight, you're hogging all the covers, only because Micah hasn't joined you for once; he always trails after you like a lost puppy when you announce that it's bed time, and Micah seems to enjoy your nightly routine of spending time with each other, before cuddling throughout the night. Well, he's not here, but you don't care, do you?

A surprisingly tired Micah eventually trails into your shared tent, and he's thankfully quiet as he strips his clothes off and joins you in bed. Micah's even gentle as he removes some of the covers from your grasp, wrapping himself up and ensuring you still have more than enough. There wasn't really much point in Micah being quiet, not now he's nudging you awake, softly prodding your back with his elbow. You wake with a scowl on your face, attempting to reach behind your back and swat Micah's hand away. A soft chuckle can be heard, followed by a literal moment of peace, and Micah's back to nudging you. Your mouth goes to open, ready to bark at Micah for being a pest, but you remember that you're giving him the silent treatment. Instead, you shuffle away, pressing your body up against the edge of the cot, grumpily staring at the tent walls. This time, Micah reaches out to tap you instead - at least he's no longer elbowing you. Once again, you swat his hand away, again and again, until you finally snap. "What do you want?!" "You know what I want," is all Micah replies, not very helpful, but when has Micah ever been helpful? "No, I don't. Stop it, Micah, I'm going to sleep." Micah wraps his hand around your forearm, tugging you, and rolling you onto your back once you allow him to. You lie there, staring at the ceiling, slowly being dragged over by your arm as Micah pulls you across to his side of the cot. You feel like a sack being dragged across the floor, but you're a stubborn cookie who isn't going to give in to Micah's neediness. You know what he wants.

Micah's side is now squished against yours, his arm now resting by his side rather than being wrapped around your forearm. You look like two sardines in a can, squished together despite having all that space to sprawl out, like you'd usually do. Again, Micah's nudging you, but then switches to tapping you. His taps start on your arm, trailing up to your shoulder, and now he's prodding your face, biting back at his giggles like the child he truly is. "Not until you say sorry," you snap as you brush Micah's hand away. "But I ain't sorry, you wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you?" Micah replies in a put-on sympathetic tone, almost as if he's talking down to you. "Then you ain't getting it," you shrug, and roll over once move. "Come oooooon," Micah grunts. "What if I promise to apologize tomorrow, huh? and I'll even mean it." Oh, what a man, treating you to a genuine apology! "No can do," you say as you continue shuffling back over to your side of the cot. Micah's grumbling behind you, and you feel him sit upright, only so he can pull you back over to his side and man handle you into snuggling position. "I promise, I will, darlin'," Micah says as he pulls you against his chest, propping you against him as if you're his teddy bear. "Don't you call me darlin'," you tut, but make no attempt to escape from his grasp. "Alright, sorry, sweetheart," Micah says with a chuckle. You sigh. It's hard not to cuddle up to Micah, especially after his desperate attempt to have you in his arms. It's funny, isn't it? that this man yearns for your affection, yet can't even ask "can you cuddle me?" Sometimes you forget he's an outlaw. Well, you're definitely going to hold him to his apology tomorrow, and maybe order him to get you a morning coffee with the threat of taking away his cuddling perks. It's blackmail, sure, but that seems to be a style that works with Micah. Your eyes fall shut, and your arms finally wrap around your lover, snuggling against his chest as you two connect together like a two-person-puzzle. A gentle kiss is placed on the top of your head before Micah rests his cheek there, his hand kneading at the fabric to your shirt, finding the perfect spot to settle for the night.

Sleep takes you, taking Micah shortly after, a pair of stubborn lovers.

[norafike]

No. Thank YOU for being this amazing person I absolutely enjoy talking too. I always look forward for our conversations and not only am I happy that you exist, but I am so happy that you're my friend. I love you so much more than you may ever realise and I hope that you especially have a good day.

For real though Tuesday. You've encouraged me so much since we've met and you listen whenever I go on about someone or a character I particularly like. That means so much more to me than you might realise and I couldn't thank you enough.

I love you honey

[queerhaw]

thank you for being my number 1 source for pics of Dutch’s hands

I greatly appreciate your work <3

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH SWEETHEART <3 this really means a lot to me, i’m glad you enjoy those pics 🥰

[tahitianmangoes]

ancient?

(first fic you posted online)

I dug back to where I used to post my old fanfics and can’t find an exact date lol but some time during 2010! I won’t say the fandom bc it’s embarrassing!!!

Thanks for asking! 💖

[fangirl-ramblings]

You’re the best

(ok that’s all I came here to say so byeeee)

p.s hope you have a great day

What a lovely surprise to find in my askbox 🥰

I hope you had a lovely day too 😘

[scarfacemarston]

Wooo congrats on being done with classes for the week! It’s so nice to be able to relax even if it’s only until next week rolls around

And good luck with all your reading and writing too!

Thank you so much! I appreciate you. <3

[tempest-tides-game]

ROUND 2 RESULTS ARE IN!
We watched closely as *4 characters* went head to head in the polls for a position in your TOP 3! 
Floating in on a pink floof cloud #3…. 
🌸 ANRI 🌸