I know so many people fat shame him and it makes me absolutely livid because I think he’s fuckin’ adorable- So could you drop some headcannons of Micah x fem reader where the girl he likes helps boost his body confidence and stuff? (Since it’s headcannoned by many that he’s insecure about his stomach) -🐀
the amount of fatphobia in this fandom is unreal... and the amount of people who say “but it’s Micah!” as an excuse to be fatphobic is just... ugh...
but on a brighter note, here’s some tender headcanons! nsft warning below :)
Micah started flirting with you just like he does to all the other women he comes across in life, only a smile crept across his lips the second you flirted back.
He's not used to this, like ever. No person dead or alive has ever flirted back with Micah Bell, and he's hooked on you the second you opened your mouth.
Micah's crush on you is so obvious, he doesn't even try to hide it. He'll jump at any opportunity to flirt with you, to be with you, to help you out on a mission, or just sit beside you in camp. He's whipped, although he'll never admit it.
And when you two begin dating, Micah's obsession becomes tenfold. It's clear this cowboy adores you to bits, only you notice an issue once you two begin getting intimate.
Micah always walks around with his shirt pretty much hanging open, but the second you try to unfasten the final two buttons, he'll gently move your hands away and distract you with something else.
You've never pushed on it, not wanting to upset him or pry into something personal, but it's been months now, and Micah continues to have sex with you with his shirt on.
It's obvious he's insecure about his size; you know he has a belly, you've seen the curve of his stomach through the fabric of his clothes.
And whenever you've attempted to wrap your arm around his stomach as you cuddle, he always moves it up to his chest, using the excuse of "I like feelin' your hand over my heart."
Today, you decide to gently push it, to try and get to the bottom of this, and hopefully help him feel confident with himself.
As always, you attempt to unbutton those two buttons on his shirt, and as always, his hands come up to move yours away.
"Let me," you whisper against his lips, and Micah's taken back by your comment.
Micah tugs at your hands again as he replies "you ain't gonna like it," and you instantly begin to protest.
"I want to see you," you tell him.
Micah looks away, his eyes trailing around the room, clearly weighing this out in his mind.
"Trust me, you don't," he eventually replies.
Another kiss is placed on his lips as you assure him that you do, "I promise you, I do, but only if you'll let me."
Micah pauses again before quietly replying "go on," and slowly moves his hands off yours.
You're covering him in kisses as you unbutton his shirt, tenderly slipping the fabric over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
Your hands trail over his skin, over his curves, running your fingertips along his trail of hair. Micah's head is dipped the entire time, half watching you explore him, half shying away from his figure.
"Beautiful," you comment.
"Men can't be beautiful," Micah bites under his breath.
"You sure about that?" you ask with a playful laugh.
Micah moves your hands back up to around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, and continues with the night, though it's obvious he's attempting to ignore his gut, and how his size makes him feel.
Before you know it, you're curled up against him, your head on his chest. For once, Micah allows you to rest your hand across his stomach, your fingertips trailing across his love handles, fiddling with the waistband of his briefs every so often.
Micah doesn't say anything, but from the way he's holding you a little bit tighter than usual, and the frequent kisses and nuzzles he sends your way, you can tell he's appreciative of your touches, and your efforts to show him that you're happy with his size, and he should be too.
After that, Micah slowly begins to let you undress him more often. You can tell without him admitting, that he likes the feeling of you holding him, of you lightly trailing over his stomach, of you holding onto his love handles whenever you ride him.
Give him time, and he'll begin to pick up a thing or two off you.
Can I ask for an Arthur fluff imagine with a reader who’s younger than him (at least 18, obviously), and they get teased about it all the time? We love us some soft Arthur babe💕 ADORE your work, by the way!!
Thank you!! Arthur isn’t my strong point but I hope these scratch that itch for you :0) gender-neutral reader, all sfw!!
When you two were first getting together, Arthur kept doubting that it'd work, telling you that you should spend your life with somebody your age, that he's too old, and you're wasting your time with him.
You kept pushing and pushing, and eventually, Arthur softened out and gave you that "hell, why not?" response.
"If that's how you really feel about me, then who am I to deny you? But I ain't gonna be surprised when you get fed up with me."
There's a mixture of feelings from the camp members about your relationship; most aren't fussed about the age gap, some think it's a little romantic, whilst others find it creepy.
Arthur reminds you over and over that "I don't care about what they think. All I care about is you and only you, as well as how you're feeling about this..."
He doubts himself a lot, as we already know, but he really doesn't think he deserves to be with a much younger s/o, or anybody at all really :(
In some ways, you're there for each other - you remind Arthur that he deserves you, whilst Arthur reminds you not to worry about what others think.
You're going to get called his toy boy/girl a LOT. That'll eventually become your new nickname at the camp. And if you don't like that nickname, the camp members will still call it you behind your back, just because they're a lil bitchy like that.
Despite what they think, whether its good or bad, they will NEVER voice their negative opinions directly to either of you. You may get the occasional "ew" from Micah, but that's it.
Within time, the camp gets used to it and begins to express how much they actually support it, and that they shouldn't have doubted either of you.
You and Arthur will eventually gain the confidence to show a little PDA in public - the odd kiss here and there, or being cuddled up in his arms by the campfire.
Some camp members might directly approach you and apologize for being so hostile about the age gap, explaining that they shouldn't have judged when it's not their business to.
heyyy, ik that your requests are closed but if i don’t send this somewhere i’ll forget, so just whenever they’re open again if it’s possible but it’s entirely up to you
but maybe like cockwarming with arthur/john/charles etc?
ah idk i hate requesting smut 😂
ooooh i rarely ever write for these boys, here you go! reader is gender-neutral :)
Arthur
Arthur enjoys cock warming in a private setting, such as spooning in bed, or when you're curled up together by the scout campfire.
Low honor Arthur is aaaalllll about being risky, and urges you to cock warm him by the main campfire. You'll have to wait for the perfect opportunity, when it's just you two at the campfire before others come over after supper. A blanket will be laid out across both of your laps, and Arthur will be deep inside you, playfully kissing your neck every so often, as he whispers how snug and warm you're keeping him.
"Didn't think you'd be up for this, beautiful, but you feel so damn warm, makin' sure I ain't cold, how kind of you."
He also enjoys cock warning as you sleep. Arthur will be the big spoon, sliding inside you whilst he peppers kisses along your neck and shoulder, and will fall asleep with you pressed tightly to his chest.
But don't be surprised if you wake up in the morning to find that Arthur's gone hard again, and is painfully slowly fucking you, whilst nuzzling into the curve of your neck, and whispering "wake up, darlin'."
John
John is quite bratty, at least RDR2 John is. He's always down for cock warming, but he's the type whose patience runs dry after a few seconds, and begins trying to fuck you.
So, if anything, cock warming is more of a punishment for John.
John knows he's done bad when you straddle his lap and slip his cock inside you, and begins pouting as you go "ah-ah! No touching, no moving, you're just gonna sit and think about what you've done!"
"This ain't the right way to treat a fella! What if I start moving, huh? Oh, you're gonna restrain me? We'll see about that," John laughs.
His face drops when you pull out the rope, but he lets it happen, saying he probably deserves this, as he shakes his head at himself.
John will pout and protest once he's restrained, but he'll soon just lie there and accept that it's happening. If you really want to make sure he leans his lesson then begin kissing at his neck, that always gets John in the mood, and it only makes him whimper more as he knows he's not allowed to retaliate.
Charles
Charles views cock warming as less of a kink, and more of a way of showing trust and comfort in each other.
He enjoys having his cock inside you as he spoons you to sleep, or whilst you two enjoy some pillow talk.
He's not one to do it in public, but takes a fancy to cock warming by the scout campfire when the camp is quiet.
It'll be the dead of night, you'll have just finished your shift on guard duty, and as always, Charles is sat waiting by the campfire for you.
He'll pull you onto his lap as he asks all his usual questions, "how are you? how was your shift? see anything interesting?", but will then mid-conversation ask if you want to sit on his lap.
"Are you up for it tonight? Only for a little while, just whilst we talk."
Charles loves having you curled up in his lap, regardless of if his cock is inside you or not. He loves feeling you snuggle down into the curve of his neck, your eyelashes tickling over his skin as you close your eyes; it's content, and Charles wouldn't want to spend a settling like that with anybody but you.
God, there he is, that mountain of a man. His dirty blond hair shines in the sun that is radiating through the shop's window. The tanned skin that lays under the open button of his shirt glistening with a sheer layer of sweat. His lips, oh god his lips, you stop yourself for imagining them around your cock, the pinkness mixing with your skin.
You look away from him, hoping to get your shopping done before he can make you blush anymore. You enter the shop and grab the few things you need, and head straight to the cashier.
The cashier rings you up and you pay. But then you accidentally jump into that man. His pecs felt so soft yet from under your palms when you bumped into him. He looks at you and smiles his sickly sweet smile. "Sorry sir, I didn't see you there." He pants your shoulder before smiling again. You smile back, and a soft pink blush covers your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.
You quickly move out of the way for him, making sure he can get to the cashier. He smiles at you again and places a hand on your back when you move out of the way. You leave the store and hastily mount your horse and go home.
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There he is again as you enter the saloon, that handsome and broad shouldered man with beautiful eyes and soft looking lips that you want to kiss so badly. He's leaning at the bar with a bottle in hand.
You stand at the bar, next to him. You look over at him and he looks at you. You smile and he smiles back, but with less finesse than last time you saw him. He stands up, and with a clumsy step he stands in front of you.
"Heeeey, Its you again!" He says with a cheerful grin. You smile back at him, facing him. "Hello, my name is y/n. What's yours?" You ask him, giving him a squeeze of his shoulder. "My name's Arthur,Arthur Morgan sir." You giggle "well it's lovely to meet you Mr Morgan." He chuckles back "It's lovely to meet you too Mr y/n."
You take a sip of your beer, a droplet of the golden liquid staying in your lip. Arthur looks at your lip and swipes the drop up with his thumb before putting his thumb in his mouth and licking the droplet off. You feel your cock start to become firm, filling out in your pants at the sight of his thumb in those plush and plump lips.
You look at him, a deep blush covering your cheeks. He smiles softly at the blush on your face and runs his hand over the side of your face. He moved his hand under your cheek, his thumb and index finger coming under your chin. He lifts his head up slightly and takes your lips in his.
His lips are soft and yet slightly chapped. You love how gentle he is. You dig your fingers into his hair and gently pull, making him gasp out a soft moan. He pulls away and looks around, people in the saloon look at you with perplexed looks on their faces. You flush in embarrassment.
Arthur looks at you and takes your hand. You both leave the saloon and walk to the hotel, taking a room for the night.
You both stumble against the door, it creaks and groans with the weight of both of you on it. He pushes you away so he can open the door. As soon as the door is open you crash into him, your lips smashing together almost bruisingly.
He closes the door behind you, uun-buttoning your shirt and taking it off. You undo his shirt, running your hands over the plains of muscle that run under his skin. His back soft. His chest and torso have scars that run and are sewn deep and long that run over the surface of his skin. You run your hands over one of his nipples.
He gasps at the sensation, a throaty moan making its way from his mouth. He throws his head back, grasping at your shoulders, his nails digging into the flash of your shoulders. He looks back at you, he shrugs his shirt off and you both start on each other's pants, the anticipation urging each of you on.
You lay your lips on Arthur's neck when your both bare. He groans, the sound vibrating onto your lips. He pulls you away, running his hands down your torso to your hips and eventually ending at the base of your cock. He gives you a sly grin when you softly moan.
You put your arms around his waist and lead him to the bed, pushing him onto his back on the bed. You sit down on his torso, your legs either side of his hips, his hard cock pressing up against your lower back, you can feel how big he is while it rests against you.
You lean to the side to find your bag. Picking it up you find the small him of vaseline that you keep for… Emergencies. You slather some of the goopy substance on your fingers and get up off of Arthur's lap and smother his cock with the substance.
He moans out softly, his cock enjoying the attention it's getting by leaking precum that trails down the shaft onto your fingers. You look at Arthur and lick the precum that was on your fingers. He watches eagerly and tthe blush spreads down to his neck. He groans at the sight.
You lube his cock up all the way and prep yourself before moving down onto his cock. The way it fills you up makes you whimper when he accidentally thrusts his hips due to how warm and soft you are.
You lift yourself up before slamming back down, his cock sending electric bolts through you, making you whine and whimper more. He places his hands on your hips. You move faster and look down at him. The sight if him beautiful.
His face flushed, eyes half closed, his mouth half open. The dark pink of his face contradicts the serene turquoise of his eyes. His chest and neck covered in a sheen of sweat, making him glisten. His hands move down to your thighs, running his hands down and up.
He feels himself get close. "Ahnnn, darlin' I'm fuck I'm so close. Please, do - uhhh - don't stop. You sit down fully in his lap, the rest of his cock resting against your prostate, making you moan out. Arthur whines when you stop moving.
You move again when he stops whining. You pull yourself up and slam back down, feeling the need to cum creeping up on you. He grasps your hips again, helping you move up and down, the electric feeling shooting through you like an arrow. You feel like you're going to explode.
You move up again, and slam down, his cock striking your prostate, making you cry out and the feeling pushes you over the edge. You loadly moan, your cock spurting your cum all over Arthurs flustered chest and drips splattering in his face.
Arthur watches you cum, your facial expression and the way your cock jolts when you cum pushing him over the edge. You watch him hold on tighter to your hips, no doubt leaving bruises to surface later, his face morphing into pleasure.
His cock jolts inside of you, his cum spilling inside, filling you up. Finally he relaxes back into the mattress. You pull off him and watch as his cum flows out of you,making a mess on the mattress. You clean him and yourself up and lie back down with him, abssent mindedly stroking his chest.
He puts an arm around you and within minutes you're both asleep.
Hello!! Just wanted to say that you’re my favourite red dead fanfic writer! Would you be interested in writing Micah x reader x Arthur headcanons?
thank you ;-;
god i would NOT mind being sandwiched between those two men. I don’t think high honor Arthur would share you, but low honor Arthur would. So, Arthur in these hc’s is low honor.
SFW and NSFW ones below, gn!reader too :0)
SFW
Let's be real. These two men struggle to share, so you'll often be spending time with one then the other.
On the rare occasion that they're happy to share at the same time, they'll be bullying each other when you're not looking.
If they both take you out to the saloon one night then they'll be one-upping each other. Arthur has just brought you a drink? well, Micahs just brought you two. Micahs paid for the pianist to play your favourite song? well, Arthur has now taken over and is attempting to play it instead. That kinda silly behaviour.
If you're a smoker then they'll always be fighting over who lights your cigarette, you'll never have to pull out your own pack of matches because there will always be two lit matches at the ready for you.
They're both unsure of why they agreed to share you in the first place. They rarely get along, but they're surprisingly fine with you wanting both of them. Maybe they have sympathy for you having to pick, and they understand that we can all be a bit greedy sometimes. You deserve it!
Let's hope you have your own horse because if you don't, they'll constantly be bickering about who you get to ride with. You'll have to let them take it in turns, but if one journey is a lot longer than the other then that'll cause another argument.
The same logic applies to everything, they have to take it in turns to share you.
Even though Micah doesn't sleep much, he still has you curl up to him every other night. You'll use Micahs thighs as a pillow whilst you sleep by the campfire, and you'll share Arthurs cot with him when it's his turn to have you.
The gang doesn't really want to ask what's going on between the three of you. They've just... accepted that this is a thing now.
NSFW
The only time these men can somewhat get along is during sex. They're both kinky motherfuckers who l o v e to see you become a whimpering mess from their touches.
You're gonna get spit-roasted. A lot.
And you'll need to get used to sucking two dicks at once, or at least sucking one of them whilst you jerk the other. Just make sure you switch often else they'll start bickering again.
They LOVE teasing you in public. And yes, it'll become a competition on who can make you the most flustered without getting caught. Expect their hands to be on your thighs under the table at all times.
Micah once tried to sneak under the table but the bartender noticed straight away and kicked him out :(
Cornering you down an alleyway is a favourite of theirs too, especially because anybody could walk around the corner at any minute.
Micah usually plays with your chest whilst Arthur will go down on you. But sometimes, on a really good day, they'll both go down on you at the same time and oh god can they work together well.
If you're into choking then they'll happily share - one of them presses the one side of your neck, and the other presses the other side. It takes them a while to find the right balance but once they've got it, it's perfect.
And the dirty talking? Oh my G O D. Micah tends to very vocal during sex, a mixture of praising and degrading sentences. But when Micah starts, Arthur will join in too and neither of them will shut up.
"Look how pretty they look for us, Morgan."
"I know, I know. You're real good for us, but you already know that, don'tcha darlin'?"