YO PLEASE WRITE MORE MORBELL I LOVE PRAISE KINK MICAH AND HIS CUTE LITTLE TUMMY
okay i wrote this in like 2hrs and did not edit it at all so i apologise for any mistakes anon but i couldn't for the life of me not do write this. i was gonna work on another request tonight but i love these two and i LOVE sub!micah so this is what i came up with. this is a part two to this fic here so pls enjoy both <33
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'Hot down in Horseshoe'
Eight fucking weeks. Micah waited two goddamn months for anything to happen again with Morgan and to say he wasnât about to burst out of his skin would be a lie.
Moving to Horseshoe Overlook was chaotic, especially when there was a train robbery, getting Sean back, a bar fight and not to mention Micah nearly died when he ran into Skinny at Strawberry.
Arthur was well and truly pissed when he came up to save him, growling and lecturing him about recklessness and house calls. Micah had known then that he fucked up so he ran off to lick his wounds for a while.
That didnât mean that he didnât jerk off to the thought of Arthurâs rough hands all over him while he was huddled away in his camp but it never failed to leave him feeling empty and cold afterwards.
God he hated how soft Arthur had turned him. Half of it wasnât even about the sex, he just needed Arthurâs touch. He needed the man to brush their hands together around camp, needed when their knees bumped sitting around the campfire and he needed the man to hold him like he had up in Colter.
Arthur only gave him the peace of mind when he returned to camp with a newly robbed stagecoach under his belt. Micah was startled when Arthur leaned up next to him, patting him on the shoulder but letting his finger linger on the back of his neck.
The breath Micah was holding in as Arthur caressed the base of his neck, pretending to lean over the barrel to flick through the ledger but used it to whisper down his ear as it went unknown to everyone else around camp.
âDone a real good job here boy, brining in that coach. I think you deserve a reward hmm? Donât you think? Common now, letâs get outta here.â
Micah followed Arthur wordlessly as he saddled up and rode with Arthur into valentine.
It was well and truly dark when the arrived, Micah having gotten back to camp in the late evening. It was relatively easy for them to get a room unnoticed but none of that mattered when he finally entered the dimly lit hotel room. He placed his hat onto the chair in the corner of the room before he dropped to his knees in front of Arthur.
His knees his the ground with a thud, a move heâll probably regret come tomorrow morning but he didnât have it in him to care when Arthur stood in front of him and held his head in his hands.
âSeemâs like someoneâs been waiting a long time for this..â
Micah nodded, pushing his head further into Arthurâs hands as his cheek was stroked with the backs of the mans knuckles. He watched as Arthur stepped back, pulling his gun belt and coat off to leave on the chair behind his own hat. He blushed heavily, hoping it went unnoticed in the bad lighting of the room as he scolded himself for not even taking the time to remove his own gun belt, ashamed at how eager he was.
âNo need to be ashamed boyâ been so good waiting for me.â
Arthur removed his belt and unbuttoned his pants pulling his already half har cock out and stroking it to itâs full length. He tapped it against Micahâs bottom lip and watching as Micah held his tongue out patiently.
âLook at you...I donât have to tell you to do a single thing do I? Youâre already so eager to please me.â
Micah nodded before trying to take call of Arthurâs member down his throat, gagging softly as he whined in frustration.
âWoah easy boy, weâve got all night now. Ya ainât gotta rush things.â
Arthurâs hands tangled in his hair, gently guiding him into a steady bob up and down. Micahâs chin was covered in drool and precum and he whined at the tightness of his pants against his already straining erection.
He gagged again when he felt Arthurâs hips jut forward accidentally, moaning in appreciation at the roughness. Micahâs hands scrambled to claw at his thighs, holding on for dear life as Arthur fucked his throat.
Micahâs head spun from a mixture of the soundâs Morgan was making, groaning and grunting between each thrust and the lack of oxygen which made everything just that more intense.
Eventually Arthur pulled out of his mouth, not missing the whine that slipped from his partner. He flattened some of Micahâs hair which was now a mess and wiped the drool from around his mouth as he let him catch his breath.
âDonât want all the fun to be over too soon now. Common, up on the bed, hands and knees.â
Micah didnât need to be told twice, pushing up and stripping his clothes. He left them strewn across the floor as he scrambled onto the bed and pressed his chest flush against the mattress, raising his ass high in the air for Arthur.
While Arthur admired him, he pulled the rest of his clothes off to join Micah on the bed with a tin of lube in his hand. He dropped it to the mattress to run his hands over Micahâs ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm. His hands rubbed and squeezed over his muffin top and soft thighs before plastering himself to Micahâs back.
Arthurâs hands came to rub over his stomach, kneading his round tummy before moving up to grope his chest.
Micah could only moan and whimper, legs spreading wider as his back arched and he clawed at the sheets. His eyes rolled shut and his toes curled as he was overcome by a wave of pleasure at wanting this from Arthur for so long.
âFuck, Arthur! Feels goodâ need more, please please!â
Micah sobbed with need as he pushed back into Arthurâs embrace. He whimpered when Arthur flicked a finger over his nipple, pinching it before sitting up and taking the can of lube and coating his fingers.
âItâs alright Micah⌠need you relaxed for me sweetheart.â
Arthur rubbed circles on his lower back, waiting till he saw the man visibly relax with a shaky breath before inserting one finger past his rim.
Micah was a moaning mess by the time he has three inside him, withering and moaning as his prostate was abused under Arthurâs fingers scissoring him open. His cock had a steady stream of precum leaking from the tip to the mattress as he panted and fucked himself back onto the fingers inside him. He cried out in a desperate sob as his fingers pulled free and he was left empty.
Arthur made short work of coating his cock this time, lining up and pushing the head of his cock into his hole. His handâs grabbed at Micahâs muffin top, pulling his hips flushed to his own as he bottomed out inside him, groaning at the tight feel of Micah clenching around him.
âMhnm fuck, yer so tight for meâ feel so good.â
Micahâs arms extended out in front of him as he gasped on air, panting at feeling so full on Arthurâs cock. He clawed and pulled at the pillow in front on him, moaning under his breath. Soft happy tears spilled from the corners of his eyes as he heard Arthur praise him, sighing as he relaxed into the steady pace of his thrusts.
Arthur didnât speed up however, didnât get faster as fucked him with slow, deep thrusts that were calculated and intense as he hit Micahâs prostate with each jut of his hips.
He leaned down over Micah again, his hands coming up to slide under his chest and take his hands in his. He felt Micah squeeze his hands tightly, groaning as he could thrust deeper at the new angle.
Micahâs legs gave, unable to hold himself up as Arthur helped him lie flat against he mattress. Arthur used his own legs to shove his apart and spread him wide. Arthur squeezed his hands back as he fucked into him harder causing his head to loll and bump with Arthurâs own.
âYou alright there pretty boy? Doinâ okay?â
Micah could only open his mouth to moan in affirmation, his mind completely fried from pleasure. He blushed at the nickname, realising just how badly he liked when it left Arthurâs mouth as he nodded shyly.
Heat was slowly pooling in his gut and the friction against his leaking cock from only added to the growing pressure.
But he wanted more⌠he needed more praise from the man. If it meant begging until he got it then thatâs exactly what he would do.
âA-Arthur Iâm closeâ please, please, please let me cum! Iâve been soo good for you.â
Micahâs squirmed under him, whining and crying out as Arthur littered kisses over his neck and shoulders, occasionally biting to draw more moans from him. He felt Arthur groan in approval in his ear, the noise running straight down south as he neared his orgasm.
âMmh youâve been such a good boyâ so proud of you, go on let it go.â
He licked a stripe up Micahâs neck, biting down hard onto his earlobe.
âCum for me pretty boy.â
Micahâs eyes screwed shut, feeling hot streaks of cum soak the mattress and his tummy as he whimpered and moaned. His blunt nails scratched at Arthurâs knuckles as the man thrust into him once, twice and then three times before he pulled out and came all over his back.
Sinking into the mattress, Micahâs body felt like jelly as he came down from his high. Arthur on the other hand was slightly less disheveled as he bent down and picked up Micahâs red shirt and used it to wipe him clean.
Arthur rolled Micah onto his back gently, pulling a light sheet over them as he bent down and kissed him. He could faintly taste himself on his tongue from before as he stroked up Micahâs sides.
He continued to litter kisses all over Micahâs collar bones, neck and jaw as he praised him in between each kiss.
âDid a real good joy sweetheart, taking me so well. Good boy.â
Eventually Micah seemed to slowly come back to it as he was praised and pampered in affection, something Arthur would take note too. He took Micahâs jaw in his hand, forcing the man to look at him and smiled as he saw the satisfied and fucked out look on his face.
Micah tucked his head in his arm, yawning in the most adorable way as he stretched and got comfortable. He fell asleep in Arthurâs warm embrace, with his hands rubbing circles on his lower back.
A final shaky breath left him, his breathing evening out into soft snores as he felt Arthur kiss his foreheadâ a habit he could get used to.
would u possibly do some NSFW morbell? where they're up in colter ( i loved ur original morbell post on them ) pls do more as i love ur blog đ
this is an absolute mess oml i literally have no idea how to write anything smutty but here we go i guess. I love this pair but i kinda went off topic and centred this on a praise kink for micah. ANYWAY this is probably terrible since i'm melting, its literally 40 degrees and the aircon is broken so its unedited af and i wont look at it again until i have a cold drink. but pls enjoy some morbell <333
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âCold up in Colterâ
Fuck, what a mess Blackwater had been. The Pinkertons were on them faster than ever and they found themselves fleeing from a blood bath.
That was almost three days ago and Micah hadnât had an ounce of sleep. Heâd been sent out with John to scout ahead, having found a homestead which ended up burning at the hand of OâDriscollâs. Okay maybe house burning down was his fault but he tends to make stupid decisions when heâs had little to know sleep. And it was so fucking cold.
That didnât stop heat rising to his face when he felt Arthurâs hands on his shoulder, pushing him back with a roughness he could only wish for in another way. Damn Arthur Morgan and his ability to have Micah curling in on himself and blushing like a virgin at the mere thought of a hand on his shoulder.
He should hate Arthur, really the two are nothing more than rivals, competing for the spot of Dutch Van Der Lindeâs right hand. At the beginning, almost six months ago now, Micah couldnât stand the sight of the man but somehow that anger tapered off into something more akin to admiration and that admiration slowly turned to desire.
Heâll never admit to how badly he wants Arthur but he wonât deny however that heâs pushed the manâs buttons more than once just to have an interaction with him. All he had to do start a silly argument over camp earnings or a bet at five finger fillet to have the man shaking him by the collar and threatening to break his nose.
It almost always ended with Micah sneaking off into the woods with half a bottle of whiskey and his pants bunched around his ankles as he thought of the way Arthur roughed him up by his shirt collar. Fuck he was pathetic sometimes.
There were other occasions where the two had actually managed to get along and thatâs what pissed Micah off more than any threats of violence. Arthur just had to go and bring him a beer as he grabbed one for himself, letting their fingers touch accidentally. Or he went and offered him a seat by the fireplace where they ended up much to close for his comfort. Damn Arthur for always leaving him short of breath with a hole in his heart.
Despite what Micah did to impress Dutch, Arthur was still the campâs favourite by a mile and he never failed to outcompete him in the eyes of the gang. Micah never minded much, not looking for anyoneâs approval, but the thought of proving himself to Arthur, of being worthy of his praise is enough to have his wild side reined in.
Naturally that didnât stop Micah from losing it from time to time and wasnât surprised when his jealousy shot up again as Miss Grimshaw announced Arthur got his own cabin while he shared with the rest of the fellers. And heâd be damned if he had to share a room with Williamson who didnât stop snoring.
Thatâs why he found himself huddled in the makeshift stables, choosing instead to wrap himself in his coat and down a bottle of whiskey to wait the night out. He cold planks he was sitting on offered little comfort and the draft in the room had his lip shaking. But at least he wouldnât have anyone in his hair and heâd be left alone, just the way he liked it.
Of course that didnât last long when the cranky wooden door was barged open, spooking some of the horses in the opposite end of the room. A broad figure entered the room, blocking most of the door way but that didnât stop to whoosh of cold air flood into the room, draining even more colour from his face.
It wasnât until the door was closed and the man stepped closer when he realised it was Arthur.
âMicah? What the hell are you doing in here?â
Arthur sounded surprised, with only a hint of concern in his voice.
âSleepinââ what the hell ya doing here Morgan?â
There wasnât much of a response from Arthur, only a quiet noise which was barely heard over the whistle of the wind between the planks. He walked over to the horses, checking over them and ensuring none of them were freezing to death. Micah watched in silence, scared to disturb the man as he patted along Taimaâs neck.
It wasnât until after Arthur had checked over all the horses did he turn his attention to Micah.
Micah watched as Arthurâs gloved hand extended out and offered itself to him, he hesitated before taking before taking it and being pulled to his feet. Arthurâs hand draped over his shoulder which he didnât realise had shaking in an effort to keep warm, having drunk the remaining whiskey from the bottle.
âCommon now, yer gonna freeze in here alone.â
Micah dug his heels into the ground, not allowing Arthur to pull him any further to the door as he tried to hold his voice steady. Heâd be damned if he ever let Arthur know just how much he affected him.
âI ainât sharing a bunk with Williamsââ
Arthur tutted, pulling Micah out the door as he pushed him towards his cabin in the snow storm.
âQuit yer yapping, youâre sharing with me and I ainât having any more folk die tonight. Now letâs go.â
Arthur didnât utter another word until they were well and truely in his room, wrapped in a blanket that was barely big enough for the two of them. The bed wasnât much bigger, having been made for one person which was evident by Arthur pressing against Micahâs back in efforts for them to fit. The only thing that kept them apart was the fabric of their jackets, otherwise Arthur would probably hear Micahâs heartbeat which was beating much to fast for his liking.
The uncomfortable silence was broken when Micah cursed under his breath which caused his teeth to chatter and Arthur spoke up.
âYer still cold, c'mereâ
Micahâs breath fell short as Arthurâs hands slid under his coat, resting his hands on his tummy to use his body heat as a source of warmth. In doing so Arthur had moved even closer, ensuring Micahâs back was flush against his chest.
Despite that Micah wanted to protest, to go straight to his default of arguing he couldnât help but feel as he began to warm up and he slowly relaxed under his hands.
A blush rose high on his cheeks as Arthur also relaxed into their embrace, accidentally letting his hands drift lower until he felt the hard press of Micahâs straining erection against his knuckle.
Micah instantly sucked in a breath, panicking and trying to push his way out of Arthurâs hold.
âShit Arthur Iââ
Micah froze as Arthur gently pulled him back to the bed and rubbed slow circles along his stomach.
âSâalright Micah, Iâm not madâŚâ
Arthur held him close, letting him relax before talking again before he whispered right into the shell of his ear.
ââŚThis what you want? Is this why youâre always staring at me from across camp, why yer always picking fights and asking me to robberies?â
A high pitched noise left Micah as he shivered, feeling Arthurâs hot breath against his ear. His blush deepened as he pushed back slightly into him, whimpering at the feel of Arthurâs own erection pressed against his ass.
Fuck it, he thought as heat pooled in his abdomen and he finally allowed himself to have the one thing heâd been craving for months. He nodded frantically, grinding back onto Arthurâs clothed dick and squirming in his grip.
âRelax boy, gonna give you everything youâve been waiting forâ just be good and youâll get itâ
Micah nodded in agreement, a needy, desperate sound leaving him at the promise of praise. He wanted, no needed to be praised by the man so badly that heâd do anything for an ounce of it from the man.
âOh god Arthur! I need it, need you. Fuck I can be good I promise.â
He knew he was probably being too loud but apart of him didnât have it in him to care. He moaned softly as Arthur moved him to roll onto his back, towering over him but ensuring they were still kept under the blanket.
Arthur spent the next ten minutes undressing him without exposing much of his skin to the cold. He unbuttoned the lower buttons of his leather jacket, enough for Arthur to work his fly down and pull one pant leg off. He whined pitifully, grabbing at the lapels of Arthurâs coat in a silent plea for him to undress him properly.
Micah mentally scolded himself at just how desperate he was for Arthur to rip his clothes off and fuck him like a bitch in heat but he knew that wasnât happening any time soon. Arthur however caught on pretty quickly to what he wanted, it seemed the man knew just what made him tick.
âI know sweetheart, once weâre well and truly outta here Iâll get us a room and we can do this properly.â
Micahâs eyes beamed at the thought of Arthur taking him to a hotel in the future, panting as his mind raced with images of Morgan making him fall apart on his cock for hours on end.
While Micah was busy in his mind, Arthur took the opportunity to retrieve the gun oil from his satchel. It certainly wasnât the best option but it was their only choice with their limited supplies.
Arthur draped himself back over Micahâs body, kissing at his jaw and nibbling as he coated his fingers. The air was cold, only making the oil feel colder as he slowly dipped his index finger past Micahâs rim.
A devilish grin came to Arthurâs face as he heard Micah sigh and take his finger easily, deciding to work his way up to two sooner than he was expecting.
âYouâve wanted this for a long time havenât you? I saw you once, bout a week ago. Head down, ass up with three of yer fingers inside you while you cried out for me to fuck you. It all clicked in my head then when you started acting different around me at camp.â
Micah flushed a deep red, coughing on air as he realised Arthur knew about his little crush. He tried to think of an excuse, to weasel his way out of it but his thoughts died in his head when Arthur twisted his fingers, scissoring and stretching him open before adding a third.
Arthur dragged a lip along Micahâs cheek to his lip, ghosting his lips over his before kissing him properly. This time Micah didnât even try to fight for dominance, opening his mouth instantly for Arthurâs tongue to enter. Instead he sighed into it, pulling his legs to wrap around his waist as his hands wrapped around his loverâs shoulder.
It went on like that until Arthur was satisfied that Micah was well prepped enough, simultaneously rubbing against Micahâs prostate while he kissed him deeply. He only pulled away to pull his own leaking member out, bunching his pants around his thighs so he had enough room to move but could stay warm. He coated the rest of the oil onto his member, jerking slowly as he stared down at the sight of Micah below him.
Micah looked like an absolute mess against the pillows already, his face was flush and the scarf around his head had unwrapped slightly, revealing his disheveled blond hair. His chest was heaving as he panted and his thighs shook from pleasure as the weakly wrapped around his waist.
âYou look so pretty like this sweetheartâ
To say that Micah hated the pet name was a lie, one that he didnât try deny as he moaned softly. His back arched and he gripped Arthurâs coat tightly as he felt his cock slide between his cheeks and over his hole. Heâs wanted this for so long now and yet somehow it still didnât quite feel real as his mind was clouded with arousal.
Micahâs toes curled and he moaned when he felt Arthur push into him, slowly inching forward until he felt him bottom out.
âAhâ ah! Oh Arthur fuck! Please fuck me, Iâll be good I swear.â
Micah practically sobbed with pleasure as Arthur set up a fast pace, pulling almost all the way out till just the tip was left inside his tight hole before pushing back in quickly, brushing his prostate in the process. His cock twitched from where it rested against his tummy, pinned between Arthurâs jacket which caused a string of moans to fall from his mouth.
âLook at you, so good for meâ fucking perfect Micah. Such a good boyâ
Arthurâs hands came to hold onto Micahâs hips for leverage, pulling on his slight muffin top under the jacket to help pull him back to meet his thrusts. Beneath him he heard Micah whine and whimper at the praise so desperately needed to hear.
Micah bought a finger up to his mouth, biting on his knuckle to silence any more noises he deemed to be pathetic from slipping out of him. He hated how close he already was just from being praised by Arthur.
It seemed Arthur wasnât having any of it when he pulled his finger away from his mouth before kissing him like he had done not that long ago. He swallowed every one of Micahâs noises, mindful of Dutch sleeping next door and slowing his thrusts to something deeper and slower.
His hands roamed all over Micahâs clothed body, breaking away for air and whispering praises down his ear.
âThatâs it, make those pretty noises for me sweetheart.â
Micah eyeâs rolled into his head as he cried out.
âYouâre mine, all for meâ my good boy.â
More moans slipped from his lips.
âAtta boyâ taking me so well, so good.â
His back arched and he withered in his embrace
âSo eager to please arenât you? Iâll take care of you now boy.â
âGo on sweetheart cum for meâŚthatâs it good boy.â
Micahâs whole body when rigid as he finally came. His mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as his orgasm dragged out with each thrust Arthur delivered, eager to chase his own.
He collapsed into the pillow, thighs shaking as he whined at the oversensitivity. It didnât last long before Arthurâs thrusts changed pace to something more erratic, picking up the pace as he spilled his load inside him.
Arthur groaned into his neck, pulling him close and collapsing into him as he regained his breath.
He pulled out slowly with a wet and obscene pop, sitting up and helping Micah put his clothes back on. Micah only weakly managed to fiddle with the button on his jacket while Arthur gently manhandled his jelly-like limbs to fit back into his pant leg. He used the blanket to wipe the cum off his tummy, a weak attempt at cleaning up and something they would both no doubt regret come tomorrow morning but for now they were keen to sleep after such a horrific and chaotic few days.
Arthur pulled Micah into their original position for the night, the only difference being that his face was now tucked into his chest. Arthur rested his chin of Micahâs head, littering his hair with kisses as he played with his hair between his rough fingers.
Micah was the first to fall asleep, curled up with his forehead against Arthurâs collarbone. Arthur wasnât far behind him either, finally letting himself get some much needed rest but not before he pressed a soft kiss to his hairline.
sub micah you say? well ask and you shall receive đ i wrote this for myself for those other ppl who liked it. Now this is a smut so for those who donât want to read this pls donât but i did try to keep it gender neutral so i hope everyone can enjoy this if they want. anyway my writers block has been TERRIBLE so this is kinda rushed and unedited so i apologise in advance but as always pls enjoy this as much as i enjoy writing.
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Micah has spent the last week half hard, drowning himself in liquor as he tried to block out the memory of what happened at the saloon.
Heâs been blaming the whiskey for how easy he found it to submit to you that night but deep down he knew that was a pathetic excuse to how much he actually enjoyed that night with you.
As it turns out, robbing a stagecoach was more difficult than he thought anticipated. Fuck.
Usually Micah goes in guns blazing and doesnât care about who dies or if the job is successful since he could always rob another. But heâd be damned if he said this was a normal robbery.
He wanted so badly to be praised for this job. He needed it. Micah found himself second guessing every decision he made, hoping heâd be making the right choices so when he finally had the courage to return to you, youâd give him exactly what he needed.
It took a few extra days to actually plan the job, a concept foreign to Micah but eventually he found a nice coach passing through Lemoyne filled with a large amount of payroll.
Micah surprised even himself when he successfully pulled off the robbery without anyone dying, of course that didnât mean he couldnât heavily injure those few guards who were a little more unwilling.
After evading the law he rode back to camp with a mixture of nervousness and arousal at seeing you again. He kept asking himself if youâd be happy to see him or if you were as drunk as he was and wanted to forget the whole thing.
As always Micah listened to his dick before his brain and push aside any self conscious thoughts before carrying the large sack of money over his shoulder, making sure that everyone could see the large amount of payroll he managed to bring in. Although it boosted his ego by a mile, he really only wanted your attention and would be damned about anybody elseâs.
Micah placed the bag down by the ledger, letting it slump against the barrel. Heâd already taken his share so he hurriedly opened the little green book to scribble in the several hundreds that came from todayâs events.
The money was quickly forgotten as Micah saw you walking towards him, a confident smile on your face as you leant against the barrel.
You noticed the sweat running down Micahâs face as you took the collar of his shirt into your hand, dragging him closer and in for a kiss.
Heâs hesitant at first, still restless from the robbery and highly alert of all the other camp members no doubt watching you two together but eventually he leans into you, letting out a sigh into your mouth as you hold him.
âYouâve been busy.â
You take Micahâs face into your hands as he nods, using it as an excuse to move into your touch more and letting his eyes close softly.
You rub slow circles along his cheek, feeling the prickle of the beginning of his beard as he looks you in the eyes at your next question.
âAny casualties?â
Micah perks up instantly, smiling a toothy wide grin as he recounts how well his little robbery went.
âGood boy, now how about that reward hmm?â
Micah would like to say that the two hours you both spent at the saloon drinking and flirting was the reason why his hands shook slightly and there was a constant neediness to his voice.
By the time you both made it to the hotel across the street, all his excuses and denial of feelings were left at the door with his coat and hat.
Micah landed softly on the mattress, the bed dipping even further as you came to sit on his lap, instantly leaning down for a kiss.
You break apart to look down at him, holding his chin between your fingers so heâs forced to look up at you. You instantly notice flush on his cheeks that trails down his chest, hidden under his half opened shirt.
âIâm real proud of you sweetheart, you did such a good job today. You ready for your reward youâve been patiently waiting for?â
Micah doesnât break eye contact with you as his blush deepens as a loud and unashamed moan falls from his lips.
His hands sit restlessly against your waist, trying to pull you in even closer and you cave into his clingy behaviour, running your fingers through his hair and dragging him into another kiss.
A whine leaves Micah as you stand up to undress the two of you which only really dies down when you push him onto the middle of the bed and climb back on top of him.
Moans and sighs leave Micahâs lips as you sink down onto his cock, moving up and down in slow controlled movements.
Micahâs hips buck involuntarily and he whines as you grip his hair tightly and stop moving.
âPlease, oh please keep moving darlinâ... Youâre killing me hereâ
You take the opportunity while you have his neck exposed to place bites along his throat, leaving a nice bruise underneath his jaw. The mark is too high up to cover and you smile triumphantly at your work as Micah trembles underneath you.
âDo that again and iâll leave you here okay?â
You return to moving up and down on his cock, taking pleasure for yourself as you use him. Your pace quickens slightly, as does your breathing as he hits the perfect spot inside you, making your gut coil.
Micah whimpers underneath you, your hand still holding tightly onto his hair, pulling on it each time you move. Micah has his own hands fisted into the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fights the urge to grab onto your hips and meet your thrusts
âLook at you... such a good boy.â
Your moans get louder as you continue to move at a fast and unrelenting pace. You love the way Micahâs face is flush with his mouth open, letting out a constant string of incoherent whiny noises.
You bend down to kiss him opened mouth, tongue and teeth clashing as you both feel yourself getting closer to the edge.
Your hand moves from his hair to his mouth, muffling the noises heâs making as he sucks on your fingers. You remove your fingers from his mouth, leaving a trail of spit from the tips to his lips and use them to touch yourself, bringing yourself closer to an orgasm.
After one final thrust you fall forward as your orgasm hits you, leaning your weight on Micahâs chest and clawing at the soft skin you find there.
Micah isnât far behind you, as his hands finally move from the sheets to you hips as he sits up, thrusting into you as he spills inside of you. His face is hiding in your neck as you both breathe heavily, trying to regain your strength.
That night, Micah is curled up against you, his head resting on your chest. You run you hands softly through his damp and slightly greasy hair, smoothing out the knots and tangles you caused and soothing his slightly sore scalp.
You feel his breathing even out against your skin, noticing heâs finally fallen asleep with a content look on his face as you place a gentle kiss on his forehead.
this is based on the anon I got a few weeks ago for some sub Micah <3
Summary: after you break Micah out of jail in Strawberry, he brings you back to his camp to make it up to you *wink wink*
Word Count: approx. 2,100
(NSFW)
It was a disaster. As you hightailed it out of Strawberry on your horse, you cursed yourself. Dutch had given you a simple task, rescue Micah. That was it. The mission wasnât to shoot up half the town just cause someone took his precious guns. You knew when Dutch hears about what happened, he wonât be happy. Hell, you werenât happy either, you were furious.
Micah rode ahead of you, leading you through the trees and to a secluded camp he had set up before he was thrown in jail. The camp was small, with the remains of a campfire, a single bedroll and an old wooden chair that looked as though it had been there for years.
âYou still mad at me?â huffed Micah, dismounting Baylock
iâve been meaning to write a morbell fic based off some of @kaaateâs art, and i have a morbell x male reader fic in the works. so... soon... maybe....
The sub micah fic no one asked for but i decided to write bc itâs called ⨠self care ⨠and this is purely self indulgent. I may also write a part two for this but idk yet. Forgive the errors bc i have not edited this bc i donât want to :) enjoy.
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Itâs three in the morning when the bartender announces that the saloon is closing.
A bunch of the Van Der Linde Gang had made their way to the saloon in the late afternoon to celebrate a successful train robbery with as much whiskey and beer they could buy.
By now, almost everyone had left except for those last few including Bill, Micah, Charles, Javier and yourself
You sat leaning against the bar, elbows perched on the wooden surface as you stared out across the floor of the saloon, watching Javier beat Bill and Charles in another round of poker.
The bar was well and truly on its way to closing but that didnât stop Micah from swaying over to you in attempts to steal the last bottle of whiskey from your hand.
Youâre quicker though and not nearly as drunk so it was quite easy to simply pull the bottle out of his reach, watching as Micah whined and tried to lean over you to reach it.
âLooking for something Mr. Bell?â
Micah huffs in frustration when he canât reach the whiskey but doesnât move away from where heâs still half draped over you, standing between your legs.
âReal thirsty here sweetheart, was hopinâ youâd share that drink with me...â
Micah attempts to lean in closer to you, thinking that if he canât get the drink he can at least get some of the affection he craves from you so often.
The sigh that leaves his lips trails off into a moan as you lean in and bite along his jawline, littering bites and kisses, keeping the bottle well out of reach even as you lean down to whisper in his ear.
âYou havenât been good enough for you to earn a drink with me Micah, I saw you today at the train robbery- real hesitant to get in on the action, letting everyone else do the work. Poor Lenny had to manage three carriages alone while you sat there comfortably in first class...â
Micah tries to protest but is cut short when you bite his earlobe hard and he shuts up pretty quickly with a shiver.
You place the bottle of whiskey down on the bench, knowing Micah wonât move with his attention completely on you now and slide your hand through his hair.
You tug his hair harsher than you wanted but chuckle as he moans loud and unashamed.
âDo you think you deserve a reward?â
Micah shakes his head instantly, loving the extra pain as he strains against your firm grip, arousal pooling in his gut at the promise of praises.
âWhat are you gonna do to make up for it, hmm? You do want to be a good boy right sweetheart?â
At this point youâre simply teasing him, moving your hand from his hair to his jaw, cradling his face in your hands and giggling as Micah leans heavily into your touch.
A whine escapes him as he pushes himself onto you more, seeking all the physical contact he can get. The alcohol having lifted the embarrassment barrier to where he no longer feels ashamed of submitting to you in such as public place like the saloon.
Even if it was three in the morning and there were only a handful of patrons left.
âYes... Oh please! Anything, Iâll do anything-â
The flush on Micahâs cheeks grows redder as you pull him closer to begin biting and kissing at his neck.
âBegging now are we?â
Micah can only nod as he tries to hide away in your neck but you pull him back by the scruff of his shirt, making sure heâs watching as you take a gulp of the whiskey left forgotten beside you.
Thereâs no time to think when youâre leaning forward and kissing Micah hastily, whiskey still dancing on your tongue.
His mouth instantly opens and lets you in as you finally give him what he came over for in the first place, although Micah will admit it tastes better coming from you.
Micah is moaning and panting into your mouth when it becomes more teeth than tongue and you bite along his bottom lip.
When you finally break apart, Micah whimpers against your lips, still panting and putting his weight into you as he feels his knees buckle. You smile fondly as you flatten out his crumpled shirt, fixing his hair and place a kiss to his cheek
âNow be good and go find a stagecoach to rob. When youâre done iâll reward you with a proper drink and a room for two.â
You had never seen Micah move so quickly out the door as he nearly tripped over his own shoes making his way to the horses.
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