#micah bell belly

[dutch-ismyhusband]

Look at him all shiny

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

Random micah Bell belly centric art.

[kingsstew]

Cowpoke Cushion

Commissioned from @doeiika because we're both Micah belly-loving degenerates. 😁

(Inspired by the "Cowboy Pillows" T-shirt pic of Charles - you know the one.)

[parchmentknight]

i cant explain myself at this point. he put some clothes on

warning for slightly spicy micah bell micah bul.ge below da cut LMAO

[stinky-frontiersman]

Poor baby ate something his tummy doesn't quite agree with

[finniestoncrane]

if they didn't want me to fuck micah bell then why did they make his belly so round? huh? exactly.

[deceased-madam]

Legendary rat

I had a vision but not the skill to execute it 😔

Micah Bell III as Emile or Emile as Micah Bell III

[x-royal-sovereign-x]

Probably predictable coming from me, but I'd love to see Mr. Rattus LeChonk with a bad belly - too full, ate something bad, etc. Love me a sickly boah. (IMO bellies are even cuter when they're upset.) Even better if he has someone to help him soothe it. 🤭

Poor baby really isn't feeling too well, is he? 🥺

I have to wonder what he ate... though I already have a pretty good idea... 🍦

(Deranged rambling beneath the cut)

RAHHHH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU FOR THIS 💕💕💕💕

AND 100%, HAVE TO AGREE WHOLEHEARTEDLY, BELLIES👏ARE👏CUTER👏WHEN👏UPSET👏

[adalidposts]

I LOVE THIS OUTFIT SM

[kingsstew]

Tummy tummy tummy his tummy his tummy h-

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[dutch-ismyhusband]

[meeks-just-wants-to-scroll]

micah's beautiful belly

You can’t just come into my house, ask for micah belly, and then expect me to NOT go crazy and draw that man getting his belly fat grasped.

[kingsstew]

Summary: "With as much practiced ease as drawing a revolver from its holster, he quickly flipped the spoon over in his hand, using it to deliver a well-aimed smack to the grubby mitt trying to slither its way into the bowl.

Bullseye, and Micah jerked his hand back with a surprised yelp. 'Ow! The hell was that for?' he snapped, glaring at Arthur from beneath the fringe of his greasy blond hair.

'You already know what,' Arthur grumbled, threateningly brandishing his flour-covered spoon at the would-be pie crust bandit. 'Keep your nasty fingers outta my pie, you heathen.' When Micah just grinned and raised an eyebrow, Arthur huffed and rolled his eyes. 'Don't even say it.'"

In which Micah is being a pest, Arthur bribes him with dessert to get him out their kitchen, and Micah still somehow manages to scare the hell out of him while doing something as simple as berry picking.

Warnings: None

Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Category: M/M

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption

Relationships: Micah Bell/Arthur Morgan

Characters: Arthur Morgan, Micah Bell

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 3,100

[kingsstew]

I would. I'd take out loans and open up credit cards to make it rain on that gang.

now if dutch ACTUALLY wanted money, he’d have opened a strip club. some of you mfs would’ve spent every last bit of money you had there. you know you would.

[miguel-owhora]

I'll bite for a kinktober request, maybe like... Micah cum inflation. He gets bred so fiercely and mind numbingly well that all he can do is lay there and take it. He barely realizes his womb/insides are swelling with seed. The top goes for round four, and he opens his legs as best he can

unfortunately this time i wasn't taking these types of reqs as compared to last year's, but this was too good of a prompt to ignore.

CW — sub!micah , trans!micah , cum inflation/bloating , excessive cum , dubious undertones , implied mind breaking , not beta read

fems n minors dnf, you will be blocked

There is nothing more pretty than the sight of Micah sprawled over your bed, as bare as the day he was born, and with a set of puffy lips between his legs. This wasn't the first time you've seen him naked, seen his legs spread, but it's the first time you've seen him like this.

Cum dribbles from his puffy lips, his hole loose. The coarse hair curling around his cunt is slick in some areas, more so downwards towards his entrance. His belly is swollen and taut, and not just from the beer store away in his gut, but from the excessive amount of cum you've been dumping into him.

It's fascinating, really, just how much you could cum in one session, enough to force Micah's belly to bloat. Your hands trace over his belly, fingers brushing over the hair that trailed over it, a shade darker from his blonde hair. You could feel the subtle markings of his stretchmarks, both from the rapid swelling and from gaining weight in other situations unrelated to your current activity.

Perhaps you're biased, but you think he's the prettiest thing you've ever seen, more so now when he looks like he's pregnant.

The thought of Micah Bell - one of the most infamous outlaw - pregnant, all fat and heavy with your brood, makes your cock hard. A bead of cum slips from the tip, but you don't notice, staring down at Micah like he's a slab of meat ready for you to devour.

And in a way, he is.

"Micah," You call out his name, shifting to get closer to him. He makes a low sound in response, and an uncharacteristic whine slips from his lips when your cockhead pokes his entrance. He sluggishly squirms in a weak attempt to get away, but all he does it make your cock poke at his cunt. It's cute, really, that he thinks he has a say in it.

Your hands grip his thighs, keep them nice and open, as you sink your cock back inside. Micah lets out a high-pitched sound, something that dances between being a whimper and a cry, as slurred and weak as ever.

You shush him as you bottom out, cock nicely fitting in his gummy cunt, feeling your cum spread along your length. Maybe it's just your imagination, or maybe the results of your hard work, but his walls feel puffier, slimier, weakly squeezing you.

You lean over him, hands gently cradling his belly, and peer down at him with curious eyes; dark in the low lighting of the room, making them glint like the eyes of a predator observing their prey.

There's a red flush spread across the scruffy outlaw's space, spreading over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks, spreading to the very tips of his ears. His greasy hair spans around him like some golden crown, and the glossy looks in his dull eyes only helps to accentuate the almost ethereal look he has going on.

Of course, the look is only ruined - or perhaps made more beautiful - at the drool that dribbles down his swollen lip. His lips are parted, and for once not chapped, panting into the suffocating air. The air is heavy with the scent of both men, sweat, and sex.

When your hand gently grips his chin, Micah squirms in response, involuntarily squeezing around your cock. The action has you jerking your hips, and Micah whimpers.

"Little tease," You muttered, tilting his head so he's facing you. His pupil swallows up his iris, a pale circle of blue eclipsing the black color. You slowly rock your hips, grinding deeper into his cunt, and Micah practically whimpers, lightly trembling.

"You're so pretty, Micah, such a pretty thing, all for me, aren't you?" You can't help but coo, voice dancing between being mocking and genuine, one of your favorite past times. You slowly rock your hips, each shallow thrust of your cock punching the cum cooped up in him, and Micah groans.

Your hand drops back to his swollen belly, taut with your cum, and you gently press down. Micah whimpers, and you lean down to kiss him as you give a particularly harsh snap of your hips. It has him gasping, and your slimy tongue slips inside, claiming his mouth, just as you're about to claim him for the fourth time that night.

[twola]

WIP Fri-YAY

Chapter 5, Passerine

Enter if you dare.

Arthur’s words echo in John’s head as he slides down a rockfall ledge on the north side of the mountain. Ambarino lies quiet in the distance. Head north and hide out. Slink down the Kamassa by night. Find Abigail, find Jack. Copperhead Landing, Arthur said.

Find his family. Save his family, his woman and his boy-

Save-

You let down Jack from your horse at Clemens. You read him a book under the covered porch at Shady Belle. You attempt to teach him dominoes at Beaver Hollow.

Jack asks if he can touch your belly. You smile and let him, urging him to put his ear up to your abdomen. He squeals with delight when your belly moves against his cheek and begins to babble about all the things he is gonna teach the baby. Abigail says they’re gonna be cousins, Uncle Arthur’s baby and him.

Save his family.

He stops; the echo of gunshots through the valley getting louder. The Pinkertons were likely closing in. Micah and Dutch were lurking about. Arthur on his last leg.

You’re my brother.

You’re my brother.

You’re my brother.

John Marston grits his teeth against the pain in his arm and turns back at the first hints of the sunrise on the horizon.