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NSFW ALPHABET - MICAH BELL

micah bell/fem!reader

A - Aftercare:

If the sex was with someone he already shares a relationship with or even just a minimal connection of care, he’s going to be gentle with you. Not in an obvious way with sweet words and fluffy talk, but he’ll hold you close in an embrace, tucking you in against him while running his fingers over your bare skin and passing a hand through your hair in a comforting silence.

But if it was just a one-night stand where he only wanted something casual, with no connection or care for you, he’ll simply act like nothing happened the next day and won't even bring it up.

B - Body Part:

Micah is completely obsessed with breasts. Small or large, he couldn't care less. He always buries his face in your chest. During sex, he never fails to leave his mark there, while his mouth is busy working over one of your breasts, his hand is on the other, giving gentle nips and squeezes that send waves of pleasure through you. It gets him intensely turned on when you are riding him, grinding against the hard bulge still hidden beneath his clothes, while he works on your breasts with soft bites, leaving marks and squeezing firmly. He alternates seamlessly between sucking and lightly nipping at your nipple.

C - Cum:

Micah is utterly filthy. He adores the idea of covering you in his come, whether it’s on your face, across your back, in your mouth, over your stomach, or deep inside you. Anywhere works. He genuinely loves the sight of his own come dripping from inside you, taking in the view with a smirk plastered across his face.

After you give him a blowjob where he comes in your mouth, something immediately sparks in him the second you kiss him deeply, forcing him to taste himself on your lips. His eyes darken completely as soon as you pull away from the kiss.

D - Dirty secret:

Micah would absolutely love using his gun during sex. He relishes the idea of stimulating you with it, the cold metal of the barrel creating a thrilling contrast as it presses against the searing warmth of your core.

E - Experience:

Micah was never one to care about anything settled or permanent with a single woman. Usually, he’d just spend a night here and there, mostly with the working girls in town.

Yet despite only having moderate experience, he is surprisingly skilled, he knows exactly what to do and how to do it. You could barely imagine that such an ignorant, crude man could give you some of the best sex you’d ever experience. He knows precisely how to use his tongue and fingers, often driving you to orgasm with those alone. His thrusts are rough and relentless, but as visceral as he gets during sex, he can be strangely careful. There are moments when his touch is surprisingly soft, a side of him you’d never expect from a man who was almost completely forgotten by God.

F - Favorite positions:

Cowgirl: Even though Micah usually likes being in control, he absolutely loves the cowgirl position. Having his girl mounted on top of him gives him complete freedom to explore her body with his hands. The view of you above him, taking charge of the movement, only drives him that much wilder.

Doggy Style: He will always have a weakness for taking his girl from behind, keeping up a pace that is rough and unrelenting. His heavy thrusts are paired with easy access to your intimate area, allowing him to stimulate you right where you need it while pushing you straight to your limit. He pulls your hair to arch your back, sometimes pulling you all the way back until your skin is pressed against his chest, leaving deep bites and marks along your neck while one of his hands firmly grips your breast.

Missionary: Micah can also stick to the basics, fucking you with one hand settled around your throat in a firm grip, keeping his icy blue eyes locked onto yours. Even if it isn't his usual style, he maintains a slower, deeper rhythm that builds a massive wave of pleasure for both of you, especially for you. In this position, the slight upward curve of his length hits your G-spot with absolute precision, driving you straight to orgasm. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer into a deep kiss, his mustache creating a rough, pleasant friction against your upper lip.

G - Goofy:

He tends to lean toward the serious side, though there’s always a chance he’ll drop a low joke, full of flirtation and teasing during foreplay. And in the end, when you're resting together after sex, he can get a bit arrogant, so full of himself.

H - Hair:

Micah has very little body hair scattered across his skin, whether on his arms or his chest. Just as he keeps his facial hair well-groomed and neatly trimmed, the rest of his body follows the exact same standard. He has a happy trail with a mix of dark and light blonde hairs leading down. His pubic hair, in a similar blonde shade, is always kept neatly trimmed, never a dense forest, but never completely bare either, as he doesn't like that look. As for his partner, he’ll mention that he prefers there to be something down there, though in reality, he doesn't particularly mind how she chooses to keep her body hair.

I - Intimacy:

Micah is an extremely guarded person when it comes to his feelings. You could swear he only experiences two emotions: anger and happiness, and not the normal kind of happiness, but a strange, twisted pleasure he displays whenever a plan goes right, or when he manages to get under your skin.

He won't tell you that he loves you, let alone that he likes you. But in his own way, you’ll know he cares about you, and cares deeply. You see it in the way he speaks to you when it’s just the two of you, how he defends you from others and looks out for you on jobs, always bringing you things you need, and in the way he touches you. His hands are calloused by life, he isn't that old, only thirty-nine, but he’s lived a hundred years in those thirty-nine. Life treated him harshly, and in some ways, maybe he mistreated himself and everyone around him, too. Micah is a bastard devoid of empathy, sometimes even toward you, and yet you manage, or at least try, to understand where he’s coming from.

But during sex, as rough as he gets, his touch becomes surprisingly soft. Hands that are usually rough and abrasive turn gentle against your skin. He touches you as if you were the rarest jewel he could ever lay hands on, treating you with care and tenderness. His kiss, though still hungry, carries a quiet sweetness, almost like the kiss of a man in love. Seeing him like this feels almost like a beautiful lie. He looks at you differently, with eyes full of love, even if he’d never admit it. Whenever things get like that, he usually breaks eye contact, clearing his throat to break the spell.

"I love you." you’d tell him.

"Glad to hear it." he’d simply reply with a faint smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He’d never give you a classic 'I love you' — it isn't his style, nor could he ever force those words out. Even so, you know just how much he cares about you. Because he shows it, oh, he definitely shows it, even if you both know he’d never let his guard down enough to let himself be truly vulnerable.

J - Jack off:

Micah is a degenerate. Even having you, he still masturbates thinking about you and the moments you’ve shared, especially when he can't get to you. The memory of your soft hand wrapped around his cock, or the visual of you on your knees with his length in your mouth as a slick mix of spit and precum spills past your lips, is always more than enough to leave him hard and aching for you.

The days he spent locked up in the Strawberry jail were hell. He couldn't stop thinking about you, craving you, but even after a fellow gang member rescued him and helped him break out of prison, he still hadn't made his way back to camp, let alone laid eyes on you. It had been about two weeks, but to him, it felt like a damn eternity. Out at his tiny, makeshift camp on the overlook, he has a sliver of privacy, something he never had in that cell, nor at the gang camp. Tonight is proving particularly tough. Thoughts of you keep hounding him: your body, the feeling of sinking deep inside you, your kisses, the sound of your moans. Lost in those daydreams, he can already feel his cock throbbing hard against his trousers. Night has fully fallen, lit only by the timid glow of the moon and the low, yellow embers of his campfire.

He doesn't hesitate. Unbuttoning his trousers, he pulls his hard length out, spitting into his palm to lubricate his shaft before he begins to stroke himself. Low, muffled grunts escape his chest as he pumps his hand to the thought of you, murmuring your name under his breath, hungry, desperate for a taste of you. His eyes are shut tight, his head thrown back, but when he opens them, his vision slightly blurred, his gaze lands on his makeshift pillow. He stares at it for a few quiet seconds, considering if the damn thing might help him get a proper release.

Grabbing the pillow, he folds it in half and settles over it, positioning himself to thrust into the crease he’s made. The friction feels incredible against his sensitive skin. He groans your name, ravenous, moving with a steady yet desperate rhythm that catches even him off guard, he barely recognizes his own neediness. Before long, he reaches his climax, spilling hot and wet into the fabric.

As he pulls away from the pillow, his spend dripping from his softening cock, his brow furrows in deep self-disgust at what he just did.

"Micah, you miserable bastard." he mutters through gritted teeth, shaking his head in sheer disapproval of himself.

K - Kink:

Micah gets off on being bitten and scratched by his partner, and he loves biting and leaving his own marks all over you, especially around your neck, shoulders, and breasts. He takes genuine pleasure in leaving bruises and marks in places that are hard to hide, delighting in watching you try to cover them up during daily life around camp or listening to you pull some foolish lie out of thin air when someone asks about them. He does it as a quiet display of dominance, to show that you belong to him, and him alone.

As for being scratched, the sensation of your nails dragging across his skin sends his arousal through the roof, whether you're tracing his chest, his arms, or digging into his back while he maintains his rough, unrelenting rhythm. The sharp sting brings a smirk to his lips and a breathless gasp between kisses. You can feel his cock throbbing deep inside you and his pace picking up the moment your nails rake across his back, leaving a trail of red marks along his neck followed by a sharp, needy bite.

L - Location:

Anywhere, he honestly couldn't care less. Behind the saloon, in a dark alley, tucked behind a wagon at camp, or right along the tree line nearby. Getting caught doesn't bother him at all, in fact, the mere idea of being seen or heard only turns him on even more.

M - Motivation:

Micah has always been an arrogant bastard, so full of himself. He’d constantly flirt with the women around camp purely out of spite, though deep down, he secretly hoped someone would flirt back. Naturally, it never happened, and he sure as hell would never admit that’s what he wanted.

It was no different with you at first, yet somehow, you always caught his eye. The way you act, the way you carry yourself, and especially the way you move during jobs always drew his attention. But you gave as good as you got; you were just as arrogant right back whenever he threw a crude pickup line your way. He found it hilarious, and strangely attractive, the way you acted, never once showing fear or hesitation around him.

Part of him wanted to prove to himself that he could win you over, purely out of pride. But he also genuinely believed the two of you would make one hell of a pair. In his eyes, you were just as filthy as he was, and he loved that in a woman.

N - No:

Micah has very few boundaries when it comes to sex, but he would never allow himself to be penetrated, nor would he accept more extreme acts, anything involving urine, feces, or vomit is an absolute, non-negotiable no for him.

O - Oral:

Both, he enjoys both giving and receiving. But Micah harbors a clear preference for going down on his partner, as it’s easily one of his favorite parts of sex. He dedicates plenty of time to it, pressing kisses against the inside of your thigh and deliberately letting his mustache create a rough, pleasurable friction against your skin until he reaches the right spot. He knows precisely how to use his fingers and tongue together, taking satisfaction in watching you squirm beneath his touch, arching your back and involuntarily wrapping your legs around his head.

P - Pace:

Rough and fast, usually. But it all depends on his mood that day, if he had a hard one, he’ll be even rougher than usual, keeping up that relentless pace. He knows you like the way he moves, but if you two had an argument that spiraled into sex, he’ll tease you with a agonizingly slower pace and deeper thrusts. He’ll want to hear you beg for him, and to him, as a form of punishment.

Q - Quickie:

Micah is fully on board with quickies. He always wants to sneak away at some point during the day. If he catches you busy around camp, he’ll pull you behind a wagon and have his way with you right then and there.

Or during a gang celebration, while everyone else is drinking, singing, and dancing, he has no interest in mingling with the crowd. Instead, he comes up from behind, wrapping his arms around you waist, pressing kisses to your neck, and whispering something filthy in your ear as he guides you away from the group.

R - Risk:

He loves taking risks. The risk of being seen, the risk of being heard, and the mere thought of someone catching him turns him on even more. Especially around camp, where there are so many people. He genuinely relishes the idea that at least one person heard you moaning his name last night.

S - Stamina:

Micah is an insatiable. Usually, he can handle up to two rounds with the exact same fire and stamina.

One of his hands traces across your face before tangling into your hair, tugging gently, while his dominant hand roams over your body in firm, wild, yet surprisingly careful strokes. His palm comes to rest over one of your breasts, alternating between squeezing your flesh and pinching your nipple, all while kissing you with near-savage intensity. Breaking the kiss, he gazes down at you with eyes ravenous with lust, his cheeks slightly flushed. His eyes appear almost pitch black, his pupils so blown out you can barely spot the icy blue of his irises. Burying his face in your neck, he leaves a trail of eager kisses and light nips, sliding his hand down from your chest until it reaches your slick warmth, aching and ready for him.

T - Toys:

It wasn't exactly a toy, but Micah loved using his revolver during sex. He was a twisted, dirty-minded degenerate. He got a thrill out of using a loaded gun with no safety on, the sheer risk of it turned him on even more. You trusted him; he knew what he was doing and knew nothing would go wrong, but still, a cold shiver ran down your spine whenever you felt cold steel against your bare flesh.

One time, back when you were on watch duty at the Horseshoe Overlook camp, it was late at night. The only sounds were the distant crackle of dying campfire embers and the wind rustling through the trees. Not a soul was awake in that camp, except for you, or so you thought. You were walking among the trees, not too far from camp, able to see everything clearly in the dark.

You heard footsteps sneaking up behind you before arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you tight against him. You could feel his bulge pressing firm into your back. It was Micah, it wasn't unusual for him to pull these stunt games late at night. Coming up behind you, he peppered kisses down your neck, guiding you toward the nearest tree and pressing your back against the trunk so you were facing him.

He looked at you, practically frantic with desire. He kissed you right away, a hungry, desperate kiss, before breaking away to trail down to your neck, leaving light bites followed by soft kisses.

"I'm busy right now." you gasped out between breaths, though making no effort to move away.

"It can wait." Micah muttered against your neck, taking the rifle from your hands and resting it against the side of the tree. His raspy voice so close to your ear sent a jolt of electricity straight down your spine.

His grip was tight, almost savage. His dominant hand slid down from your waist, reaching for your pants. He quickly unbuttoned them, reaching inside, only to realize you weren't wearing anything underneath that night. A low chuckle escaped his lips while he kept working on your neck. He began stroking your clit, making you let out quiet moans. Your hands were already under his shirt, dragging your nails down his back in a way that would surely leave marks come morning. Micah let out a low grunt, pulling back from your neck to look at you with eyes full of raw lust.

"I need you to stay real quiet for me," he said, pausing his touch, making you let out a soft whine, as he brought his hands up to the waistband of your pants and slid them down just a bit further. "Think you can handle that?"

You nodded, giving him a pleading look. Taking your silence as an answer, he used his knee to nudge your legs further apart. You glanced down and saw him drawing his revolver; when you looked back up, a wicked, cynical smirk was plastered across his face.

In an instant, you felt Micah dragging the cold barrel of his gun along the full length of your wet center. The touch of frigid metal against your sensitive skin sent a sharp shiver straight through you.

He slid the weapon back and forth, teasing you, before bringing the tip of the barrel, right where the iron sight was, directly against your clit. He began stimulating you with the gun itself. At first, it stung a little, but as you adjusted to the unfamiliar sensation, the sharp discomfort turned into intense pleasure. The contrast of the cool metal paired with the raised sight felt surreal, and Micah knew precisely how to drive you wild with it.

You could feel your climax drawing near. You pressed your forehead against his chest, but Micah brought his free hand up to grab the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging it to force your head back.

"I want you lookin' right at me when you come on my gun." he growled, pressing quick kisses to your lips while forcing you to hold his gaze. His pupils were so blown out you could barely tell his eyes were blue. His rhythm grew faster and faster. You were right on the edge, your legs trembling with every stroke of the steel against your aching heat.

The second you hit your climax, Micah tightened his grip on your hair, forcing you to stay locked on his eyes. He smothered your moans with a wild, possessive kiss that gradually softened into a slower rhythm. Pulling the revolver back, the faint moonlight caught the glistening sheen of your wetness along the barrel. He smirked as he looked down at the gun, then back up at you, your cheeks flushed red, your eyes just as dark and blown out with lust as his.

"Stick your tongue out," he ordered, pulling his hand from your hair to cup your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. With his other hand, he dragged the slick barrel of the revolver across your tongue.

"Good girl," he drawled with that dirty smirk after watching you obey. Removing the gun from your mouth, he leaned in for another kiss, tasting you on his own lips. It was a surprisingly slow, almost passionate kiss this time.

"Now fix yourself up," he muttered, breaking the kiss and sliding the revolver back into its holster. "You still got work to do." He stepped back with that ugly, raspy laugh of his, walking back into camp as if nothing had ever happened.

U - Unfair:

He loves to tease you in all sorts of ways; he gets a thrill out of driving you wild. Whenever you're busy with some chore around camp, he’ll sneak up quietly behind you, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him. He’ll nip at your earlobe, tugging you closer so you can feel his bulge pressing firmly against your skin.

Even in bed, he’s a relentless teaser. He loves having you beg for him, loves making you moan his name, especially after a fight. Positioned between your legs, taking in the finest view he could ever hope for — you, completely naked and wide open for him, he’ll lay a trail of slow kisses along the inside of one thigh. Just as he gets close to your entrance, he’ll deliberately switch sides, trailing kisses down your other thigh instead. In that same calculated way, he’ll take his sweet time before sinking into you, torturing you by merely brushing the head of his cock against your slick, aching warmth.

V - Volume:

Micah is completely shameless. While he's not particularly loud, he lets out low grunts and raspy groans right against your ear. Whatever he lacks in constant vocalization, however, he more than makes up for with dirty talk, his mouth is utterly filthy in bed.

W - Wildcard:

Micah is depraved throughout the entire act. After making you come using only his tongue, he looks up at you with eyes dark with desire, while you see his mustache glistening with your wetness. He moves up to press a tender kiss to your lips so you can taste yourself, too. Or, after you reach orgasm together and he comes deep inside you, seeing the mixture of fluids dripping from your heat, he doesn’t hesitate for a second to trace his fingers over your core and bring them to his mouth, sucking them clean before pulling you into a deep kiss where your tongues entwine.

X - X-rax:

He measures between 4.8 to 5.3 inches, but he’s thick, with a few prominent veins running along the shaft. His cock has a pinkish tone at the head and curves slightly upward. As for his body hair, Micah generally keeps it neatly trimmed, it’s the way he prefers it, both visually and sensorially speaking.

Y - Yearning:

Micah is an absolute pervert, any time is a good time for him. Right after a successful heist, during a gang celebration, or out in the wilderness while camping together, he has zero shame about it. He will always find an excuse to get close to you.

It's a common sight: you’re sitting on the back of a wagon cleaning a gun, and he walks up with quiet steps, stepping right between your legs with his hands resting on your hips, pressing kisses to your neck as he tries to coax you into sneaking away from your chores with him. Or you’re on guard duty in the middle of the afternoon, and Micah sneaks up from behind to wrap his arms around you, leaving no room to doubt his arousal as you feel him growing hard against you, whispering something filthy in your ear.

He becomes even more insatiable after an argument. Almost every fight with him inevitably ends in sex, and, more often than not, it turns out to be the absolute best sex you two have.

Z - Zzz:

Micah doesn't really have a sleeping routine. He struggles with insomnia and usually justifies it by claiming sleep is 'overrated', truth is, he simply dislikes making himself vulnerable, even with you. He prefers keeping you in his arms, watching you sleep so sweet and peaceful while gently caressing you. It always takes him a long time to finally fall asleep.

On the rare occasions when he falls asleep before you do, it becomes one of the few moments you see him nuzzling his head against your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, and muttering something inaudible as he fades out. You can feel him pulling you closer in his sleep, almost as if making sure you won't escape him while he rests, and you can hear the soft, steady sound of his snoring.

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