#Micah x reader

[sveniak]

Incorrect Quotes Error 143

🌸a/n : english is not my first language, so I apologise in advance for any conjugation or grammatical errors.

1 First Meet

Caspian — So, how did you two meet ?

Micah Yujin — Angel hack my computer.

Caspian — What ?

Micah Yujin — And that's how I knew he/she/they was the one for me.

2 Worm

Micah Yujin — If you were a worm, what kind of worm would you be ?

Angel — A worm that hacks your phone and texts your friends emabarrassing things.

3 Firewall

Micah Yujin — I could hack your heart.

Angel — Too bad, I already installed a firewall.

4 Attempted Flirtation

Micah Yujin — Are you a keyboard ? Because you're just my type.

Angel — Are you a pop-up ad ? Because you're persistent but kinda cute.

5 Breakfast

Caspian — Can you keep a secret ?

Micah Yujin — I'm a hacker. Secrets are my breakfast.

[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.

[outlawwithaheart]

How clingy are the rdr2 boys?

No warnings! Just some kinda fluff relationship headcannons! Asks are open! :) Not proof read really just a lazy post. Pretty sure I got all of them. If you want a separate post for any of them just ask :D

Arthur

He's not clingy

Of course, he gives you all the attention you want

So if you're clingy, he's going to give you a lot of attention

But, he leaves camp for days at a time and what not, and usually doesn't want to to come along because it can be dangerous

He makes up for lost time though!

He leaves you drawings of yourself at where you sleep

Dutch

I'm sorry y'all saw the way he treated Molly

Sorry Dutch simps let me be optimistic

So let's say he actually loves you

And let's say.. hypothetically that you love him back

He's a perfect amount of clingy

It depends on the day though

If you leave for a day, he's okay

He of course showers you with compliments all the time

Javier

He's a little clingy!!

Well, on a scale of one to ten.. maybe a 6.792

Most days you're already chillin with him anyways

He's always touching you

Holding your hand, shoulders touching, his hand on top of your hand, his hand on your thigh, his arm around you, etc.

But if you're gone for a day or so he'll be all over you

Charles

Not clingy

If you want affection.. well he'd do anything for you

It's not that he's not affectionate, just not clingy

He does enjoy his alone time, and his quiet time!

He of course does like just being next to you in a comfortable silence

That's actually his favorite way to spend time with you

Just doing your own thing in the same space :)

Sean

Very clingy!!

He highkey follows you around like a lost puppy a lot of the time

It gets worse when he's drunk

He's all over you all the time

God forbid you leave for a few days

He will not detach from your body LMAO

He rambles on to you about nothing and everything

Micah

He's not clingy

But if you want affection

He'll complain a lot a lot

But he still gives you affection

Just for his little cowpoke awee

He secretly enjoys you begging for his attention so it's fine

John

He's a little clingy when he's drunk

But other than that he can hold off on his own

He's okay with you leaving for a few days even

He does ask for your attention sometimes though

Not outright though

He's kinda awkward but it's okay

Hosea

He's not that clingy

Occasionally though he can be

He's less of a touchy guy, more of a words guy

He's always telling you how much he loves you

Bill

Are there any Bill stans out here? Does ANYONE LIKE BILL?

Show yourselves

Anyways

He's very clingy when he's drunk probably

Any other time he's usually just fine

[heymickie]

𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: error 143 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: micah yujin x reader (gender neutral) 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 336 🐭: i may be biased because he and i share a name, but i love him. ( @jennyvipham ) 𝘁𝘄: none 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲-𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁/𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗱 ʚ🍓ɞ 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲

𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗡

𝗙𝗙𝗡 ʚ🍓ɞ 𝗔𝗢𝟯

“Movie night! Movie night!” You could hear Micah chanting from the living room as you made the popcorn. You couldn’t help but giggle, reaching up to the top of your cabinet to pull out your big bowl. “Angel? You okay?” Micah asked, making his way into the kitchen. One of the pillows was still tucked away in his arms.

“Yup,” you assured, getting the bowl down finally with a bit of maneuvering on your end. You stepped back, so the bowl could land on the cold stove.

“Is that a candy bowl?”

“Yup,” you repeated with a cheeky grin as you showed off your plastic black cat candy bowl. “Halloween bowl for a Halloween Movie Marathon,” you told him with a slight cheeky grin. The two of you had the whole say with snacks and movies. First, you were going to start with what was arguably the most scary Disney movie, Don’t Look Under The Bed, and end the night with Halloweentown 3: Halloweentown High because Micah doesn’t fuck with the fourth Halloweentown movie, apparently.

The DING of the microwave caught your attention. You walked over with your bucket and emptied out the contents from the bag into your bowl.

“I can’t wait,” Micah said, his free arm sliding around your waist for a quick squeeze before he let you go and headed to the living room. The living room was set up with snacks, drinks, and a pallet on the floor with all sorts of pillows and blankets. You even had a few stuffed animals around, Micah gifted all of them to you.

You put the bowl on your coffee table with the rest of the snacks before you lowered yourself onto the floor and waited for Micah to climb in beside you. He had abandoned the pillow in his arm so he could pull you close and start the movie.

It was a simple date night, but it was fun. Who wouldn’t have a good time cuddling to a good movie with your partner?

[kokushibosbestie]

Lil Zeyn_Syre Crush Headcanons ♡

A/N: I literally thought of these at 3am but I was too tired to grab my laptop so here we are! BTW, this isn't anything fancy, these are just me being delusional and sharing it with my luvs. <3

WARNINGS: Slight cussing, mention of death, possible spoilers for Zeyn_Syre's OCS, fluff, crushing.

Christian Dean ☆

BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPEEE

I swear, he will blatantly stare at you and doesn't care if you notice

And he'd definitely flirt a LOT

the teasing is REAL. Like, prepare to be teased ALL the time

If you're not okay with being touched, he'll keep his hands to himself but there is going to be a lot of touching otherwise

Hand kisses, putting his hand on your thigh/knee, arm around you/on waist, ruffling/playing with your hair 😩😩😩

And he does this even before y'all get together bc why not?

You and his sister HAVE to get along because now you're apart of his "I would will kill for you" list 😊

Dirty jokes 24/7

Pet names: Baby, babe, love, princess/prince, gorgeous, handsome, etc.

"Damn love, you're fucking sexy. Not sure if I can keep my hands off of you baby~" AHHHHHH

COMPLIMENTS COMPLIMENTS COMPLIMENTS 😳😳😳

Tbh tho, he is traumatized from his previous crush Destiny, who died, so he's gonna deny it for a while

So be gentle pls, he just wants to be loved without having to lose someone for once

SUPPPPPPERRRR PROTECTIVEEE

If another guy even LOOKS at you in a flirty way, he's going to death glare them until they leave typa protective

So imagine what would happen if someone touched you 💀

if you tell him that someone did something to you that hurt you emotionally or physically, even if it was 3 years ago; he's gonna find them and they're gonna go missing- 😀

And, no matter how tall you are or how much you weigh, he will still throw you over his back and carry you around like you don't weigh anything- 😘

Or hold you bridal style

He will listen to you rant for hours, just listening to you talk

little "mhm,"'s "yeah?"'s and "hm"'s while you're talking

and he will never, EVER cut you off while your ranting and will only speak when you're finished

AJSMDKWKCNWKQKDBCJFBWLFIQBCKRKQB-

You fell first, he fell harder ☆

Micah ▨

Fuc me emo boy fuc me emo boy

AHEM

SOFTIE AHHJHHFDKKDEKQKNAMW

Sorry-

He's so adorable

Turns BRIGHT RED if you even stand a foot away. 🤗

Headpat slut

Also enjoys listening to you talk

Will let you touch him, but doesn't really touch you

The most he'll do is hold your hand and pat your head

And an occasional hug here and there

But he's the jealous af kinda protective

Writes poems and songs about you but will never share them with you because he thinks you don't like him

Compliments here and there

He just calls you by your name or a preferred nickname, no pet names

You're the sun to his moon, no matter if you're an extrovert or introvert 😚

When you do stupid shit, he'll sigh loudly and ask you why your doing that 😭

ABSOLUTELY HAS A SPOTIFY PLAYLIST WITH OVER 400 SONGS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU

Stay With Me, Dandelions, So This Is What Love Feels Like, etc.

He listens to that playlist with headphones on for hours in his room alone, just thinking about you

Boy is in loveeee 😌

Teaches you how to play the guitar

WILL NOT BE THE ONE WHO CONFESSES

but

if he does,

Its gonna be while you are talking gushing over your crush, which is him, but you don't tell him that part

"I'm sorry but I don't want to hear you gush over someone else like that! I want to be the one you're talking about! Why can't you see how much I like you what I'd do for you??"

He realizes what he said and apologized, before trying to leave you better not let him leave 😒

He fell first and harder ▨

Zeyn Dean ✿

Idk if her last name is Dean but I'm assuming so bc that's her brother's last name

She has a casual crush, but doesn't think too much about it unless you get close

Becomes a little quieter around you than normal 😀

LOVES HUGS

She loves going to the mall with you or teaching you how to play a sport

Study sessions if you go to school together

Will always remember every special date bc she's a good friend

SUPPPPPEERRRRRR EXTROVERTED AND LOVING 😘

Frequently makes jokes

Y'all be laughing at the worst dad jokes ever

MAKEOVERS AND SLEEPOVERS ALL THE TIME!!! 😍

Likes playing video games

Yk how little kids will do the most simple, easy thing to do and excitedly say "Mommy, daddy, look what I just did! Did you see that???"

Well that's her

If her brother approves of you, then she'll probably not confess. 😅

You're her best friend before you're anything else though

FRIENDSHIP FIRST 😎

Not the jealous type, she's a little too nice sometimes.

Singing Call Me Maybe, Rather Be, Stereo Hearts, and other upbeat songs all the time 😚

But she will get a little paranoid at times and calls you to make sure you're okay.

Pet names: Sweetheart, sunshine, and just a nickname

Holding hands: yes

Leaning on shoulder: Yes

Holding hands: YES

MY GIRL LOVES STARBURST AND TWIZLERS SO U BETTER GET HER SOME

anyways

She fell first, you fell harder and then she fell even HARDER. ✿

* * * These characters and art are NOT MINE, they Belong to Zeyn_Syre on Tiktok and YouTube. The writing is prompt and writing is mine, please do not claim, copy, or use it without my permission. Thank you! <3

[pretty-boy-streaming]

Hey! Can I request a Micah Yujin x ftm Reader

You sure can!

TV-G: ftm!reader, fluff, sweetness, micah being a little jerk, hacking (ofc), sleepytime reader

You tapped away at your computer, lazily writing a response to your friend's post. Your eyes began feeling heavy, and you considered going to sleep.

Ding!

Your eyes slowly opened and you saw a familiar hacking calling card.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

"Mmn... Micah..." You opened up your chatroom and began to call Micah. His face popped on the screen, smiling at him.

"Heyyy, loser."

"Mmn, hey, Micah..."

Micah cocked his head. "Are you tired? You seem like you're sleepy."

"I am..." You yawned and rested your head on your hand. "I was about to go to sleep, but then you called me..."

He chuckled quietly. "Ah... did you remove your binder?"

"Yeah, I usually do before winding down..." Your eyes slipped close. "Why, you wanna see something?"

"Of course not." He smiled softly. "I just want to make sure you're okay, yeah? Don't want you getting hurt."

You sleepily smiled. "Mmn... thanks, Micah..." Your head suddenly slammed on your desk and you shot up in your chair. It took you a moment as you looked around to realize that Micah was laughing. Hard.

"Ho-o-oly shit! You actually did that!"

Your face heated up and you glared at him. "Shut up, Micah!"

"Hahaha!! S-Sorry-! Hah! It was just funny!"

You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. "Oh whatever..."

He slowly stopped laughing and took a deep breath in. "Oh... sorry. Are you okay..?"

"Yeah... my forehead hurts a bit." You rubbed your forehead.

"Aww, I'm sorry, pretty boy..."

You looked away. "You know how I feel whenever you call me pretty boy..."

"Well, you are one, y'know... a really pretty boy..."

"Shut up, Micah..." You tapped a few things on your computer. "I'm gonna go to sleep, alright?"

"Okayy..." He pouted. "Can we talk again tomorrow?"

"Of course, handsome."

His cheeks darkened and he smiled bashfully. "...Can't wait..."

[undobutton]

Hello, i saw you were doing Error 143 requests and i wanted to ask for Micah reacting to reader using one of his clothes

warnings: suggestive, possessive Micah?mentions of his jacket fitting differently on you.

reader: gender neutral!

genre: slice of life? flirty?

characters: Micah Yujin!

synopsis: Micah feels some sort of way about seeing you in his jacket.

a/n: ta-da! sorry its short anon, but i hope you like it anyways!

Micah's feelings for you aren't hard to see. He's always touching you in some way; holding hands, arm around your waist, kissing your cheek, draping himself over you, and the list goes on. So of course anyone can tell that you're together, and that's how Micah likes it. He doesn't get jealous easily, if at all. Since he knows that anyone who knows you knows that he's your clingy boyfriend.

But seeing you order a drink from the cafe you both are out at while wearing his iconic (his words, not mine) hoodie is doing something to him.

Like- He's sure that whoever you're talking to knows you have a boyfriend. Or that you walked in with him at least. But the hoodie makes you soo much more attractive, Not that you weren't before! But something about the way it fits on you how it drapes down on parts where it's snug on him and vice versa. it's just... mesmerizing. And Micah just knows that everyone in this cafe is wishing they could call you theirs. And this knowledge is making him feel a little something. Call it possessiveness if you want, but he just wants to take you home to keep those prying eyes away (reminder: everyone else is literally minding their own business.) He wants to see you in only his jacket. he wants to-

"Hello? Earth to Micah, take your coffee before it toasts me." You frown. setting your drink on the table. "what are you spacing out over anyways?"

Micah startles a little and takes his drink.

"I'm just thinking about how absolutely ravishing you look in my clothes." He smirks, shamelessly looking you up and down.

"Shut it, this is only cause I didn't think it'd be so fucking cold out today." You retort. not bringing up his lingering eyes.

"Mhm, it's a happy accident if you ask me, Angel."

"Good thing I didn't ask, love."

Micah grins and takes a sip of his drink.

"How about we go home?" He suggests.

"We just got here, and what about our pastries?" You ask, tilting your head.

"I have another sweet treat in mind, Angel."

reblogs and follows appreciated! -button 🌺

[moonlightkitties]

Snowball Fight - Micah Bell x Reader

Plot: After working all day in Colter, all you want to do is rest, until Micah throws a snowball in your face.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 459

It was a rare day when Colter wasn’t as cold as it was. It was still freezing, but it was bearable as you finished up your chores. You stood in the snow, observing everyone, mostly the men, as they either stood on guard or helped with chores.

You were content and warm as you stood on the stairs, until you felt an ice cold ball hit your cheek. You gasped as the ball of ice crumbled against your face, and you immediately whipped your head to where it came from.

Your eyes landed on Micah, of course.

He wore his famous grin as he tossed another ball of ice at your face. You growled and picked up a ball of snow before hurling at his face. He didn't expect it and let out a dark laugh, "Is that how ya wanna play, cowpoke?" he asked, running straight towards you, you let out a squeal of laughter as you ran away from him.

The snow slowed you down and you felt him tackle you into the soft powder. Your let out a breathless laugh as he pinned you into the ground.

"Get off of me!" you playfully yelled, shoving him off of you and into the snow. You shoved some snow into his face as you sat up, your cheeks burned from the snow and you were freezing but seeing Micah smirking at you warmed your cheeks. Micah got up off of the ground and surprisingly, offered you a hand. You took his hand and he pulled you up, steadying you on your feet.

You let out a breathless laugh as you wiped the rest of the snow off of your clothes.

"Not bad, cowpoke," Micah says from beside you, "But it's going to take a little bit more effort for you to beat me," he says, puffing a bit of smoke in your face and passing his cigar to you. You took a few puffs from it before speaking "I'm not trying to beat you," you tell him "Just trying to show you that I'm good competition."

"Is that so?" he asks, taking his cigar back.

"Yep!" You said, picking up your hat that was on the floor and knocking the snow off of it.

Before Micah could reply, Dutch yelled for him from across the camp.

"This ain't over, missy," he says, flicking his cigar on the ground and stomping it out.

"I'll be sure to remember that, Mr. Bell," you tease, giving him a playful grin. Micah left to join Dutch and the other men, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You've only known Micah a few months, but the way he acts and speak towards you, makes you want to get to know him even more.

[midnightlee25]

Mini Profiles: Micah Yujin

Yandere type:  Obsessive, Possessive   

  Traits: Manipulative, Clingy, Controlling, Protective, Stalker 

  Is it Instant love or one that grow over time: 

It's pretty close to instant love given that it only takes a few days. 

  Delusional level (1-10): 

10, not only is he one of the most delusional ones but he knows that he can get away with a lot. 

  How will do they hide their yandere side: 

He actually does hide it very well even with how delusional he is. In fact, by the time his darling finds out what he's done it will be too late. 

  Danger level (1-10): 

10, not only can he hide his yandere and actually manage to get with his darling (for the most part.) he does have technology on his side which in this day and age does give him a lot to work with. (He could erase his darling's entire existence if he wanted to.) 

[angelofthenight]

Haiii ^_^ I was just wondering if you can do like micah (from children of the corn 2) x plus sized reader who’s insecure ?? 🖤🖤

Micah x Plus Size!Reader

(Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Body insecurity, Hurt/Comfort, Reader is the pastor’s daughter, Alluded religious trauma, Mentions of Micah’s abusive dad, Teenage boy hormones (very faint), Kissing

Word Count: 3.0k

( Got a little carried away with the word count but I thought it was appropriate for how long this has been sitting in my inbox😭😭 Also this will be one of the exceptions from only writing Micah as a yandere )

Micah was naturally independent. 

He wasn’t shy or outcasted, he was just reserved and preferred to be at a distance where he could observe those around him. Those who danced mindlessly on the cleared floor in their best formal wear. Those who huddled around the punch bowl muttering about some misunderstandings. Those who clutched their pearls at how a few of the girls’ heels were too high. Those who chose to argue with their partner in the corner of the big room at a celebration like this.

But despite how independent Micah was, and despite how non-complex he viewed everyone in town as, his eyes could never stop from looking for one particular person in each crowded room he’s ever been in. Yet you were nowhere to be found.

In his most honest mind, he looked forward to this town party hosted by the town’s pastor, otherwise known to be your father, to celebrate the renovation of the church. It quite honestly didn’t need to be renovated in the first place, it was a tad small but it was perfectly fine. It was a waste of money in his opinion yet he kept that to himself after letting it slip to his father. His father brutishly shunned him for thinking such a way of the town’s beloved church, followed by a snapping backhand.

The reason he looked forward to this gathering full of balloons and caters was to see you all dressed up. He was still a hormonal guy so the thought of you in a dress made him tug at his collar. 

Micah pined after you hard. Simply just thinking about you made his face redden and collapse in his hands, and he left every interaction with you struggling to resist a dopey grin. He just liked and admired everything about you and found you to be the most interesting person out of all 968 people in this town.

You were a bit of a town outcast. Not physically an outcast where people avoided you or excluded you, no, you were actually very well-liked by the townspeople. You were almost like the People’s Princess of Gatlin. As the pastor’s daughter, you attended lots of town events and were always incredibly polite and humble. Like a princess. 

Though, you were just so… different from the rest of the town. Your world-views, your opinions, your personality, your attitude, your humor, your wit, the way you spent your free time, the way you danced, how you walked, how you talked, and so many other traits. Micah personally surmised you didn’t even believe in God.

You didn’t belong here, not in this town, Micah knew for certain. You were meant for bigger, more exciting things and settings and environments. This small town was one big restraint on you. 

And maybe there were much better words to properly describe you, but to Micah he saw you as cool. Like a cowboy.

So other than his great infatuation with you, he genuinely liked being around you. He wanted to say the two of you were friends but he sometimes guessed he was just a small speck in your colorful world filled with thoughts and views he could never dream of. 

He craved your presence, he found attending this party not even worth it if you weren’t around. But maybe this was what he got for wanting to see you in a short dress so bad. That was until when he lingered around the windows for a change of scenery, he caught the misty sight of your silhouette sitting in the grass facing the cornfield.

It was as if the boredom zapped out of his eyes when he was certain it was you. Quickly running his brown eyes around the room, he spotted his father lost in quiet words exchanged with the farmhand’s wife. She was holding a tray of banana bread muffins with a gushy and blushy expression on her face as his father ate a pinch off one of the sweet breads with a sultry smile, clearly trying to make it look like he was talking about her baking with her when it was clear to Micah that was most definitely not what they were talking about.

With his father too deeply distracted by the female skin of infidelity to prevent his son from sinfully conversing with a girl, Micah took that as his blessing to exit the church in pursuit of you. He didn’t know exactly what he was going to make conversation out of. Maybe he could talk you into joining this little group the new kid in town, Isaac, was gradually forming. He wondered if the central philosophy of the group would appeal to you. He wouldn’t be surprised if the pastor’s daughter held a resentment towards the adult. 

As he dug his hands into the pockets of his pants, not even the breezy night air could cool the warm temperature creeping up his neck the closer he approached you. 

“Hey, (Y/n).” He accidentally croaked out. Your body subtly flinched in the thick cardigan you wrapped yourself into. After rubbing your eyes hurriedly, you turned your head to look up at the dark haired boy. “Oh, hi, Micah. Didn’t hear you creeping up on me.” You said with a soft and friendly tone of voice. 

Micah could’ve fallen to his knees right then and there from the sight of your shiny gaze casted up at him like that, the color of your orbs brighter than a full moon. And he swore he could name every constellation through your eyes. “My apologies. Mind if I sit?” He said, gesturing towards the area of the ground beside you. 

Your plump lips parted with the intent of asking to be alone but as you thought before you spoke, you changed your mind. “Go right ahead.”

A smile spread softly as he squatted down to sit with his legs crossed, his eyes taking in your styled hair and the sweater that shielded whatever you were wearing underneath it. “You look nice. Why aren’t you inside? I’m sure lots of people are waiting for you.” He said with a teasing smile yet also trying to be gentle with you as if you were world class.

You hugged your knees closer to your chest as you practically huddled deeper into your cardigan like a hermit crab, the thought of going inside made that lump in your throat thicker and your thoughts self-destruct all over again. “I know…” you kept pressing your lips together to prevent them from quivering in front of someone, “but I think I’m gonna run back to my house and change then join the party.”

Micah got confused now. You were clearly all pampered up for the party, even wearing the vintage pearl earrings he remembered your grandma used to wear. ��But you’re already dressed. What’s the problem?” He took notice of how you sunk into your sweater, wondering if you were just cold. “It’s warmer inside than it is out here so you-”

“I just think this dress was a mistake.”

His dark eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? I’m sure whatever you picked looks great.”

The sound of a mix of a huff and a whimper emitted past your lips as you pulled down your cardigan to reveal your dress. The floral print dress was shorter than your other ones, the skirt only covering less than half of your thick thighs (especially when you sat with your legs up), and the short sleeves were loose over your shoulders. It wasn’t tight but it hugged your curves and your busty cleavage peeked over the low cut collar.

The borderline skimpy outfit was different than how you usually dressed. Much more revealing and bold. And Micah felt as if he was witnessing a once in a lifetime sight, the universe teasing him with what was unattainable yet blessed him the sight out of pity. He didn’t realize his face was turning rosy until he felt the heat in his cheeks. He pursed his lips together and glanced off into the corn.

As goosebumps littered your exposed skin in the nighttime air your blurry eyes remained set on the grass in front of you, your focus not on anything specific. “My dad and I got into a little argument about my dress for tonight. Said it was too short even though it went past my fingertips. I wanted to really stick it to him, like give him the finger, so I altered it to this. But now that I’m actually here, wearing this… I don’t think I can go in.”

In Micah’s mind, he thought you were trying to express your insecurity of the indecent dress because you knew slut-shaming and proclamations of sin were guaranteed to be thrown at you the second you stepped through those doors. You were the Pastor’s daughter after all, and being his only child golden expectations were set for you. 

And though you actually did exceed those expectations by being noble and headstrong, you were a relatively tough individual. You never once stood for someone displaying disrespect and you were never afraid to put someone in their place with a fiery, wide gaze, intimidating people into that place. Other than who your kin was, nobody dared to argue with you. More reasons as to why Micah admired you.

So imagine his surprise when he heard a wet sniffle and noticed the twinkling reflection of thickening tears over your eyes. “Actually I think I’m just gonna go home and stay there. Sit this one out.” Your turning body to stand up made Micah for sure of the emotion in your face.

He said with a careful and nonthreatening tone, “Hey, hey, hey.” His arms softly reached out to grab your biceps, keeping you seated so that he could lean his face closer to yours so that he could meet your tearful eyes; his eyebrows curving upwards and his frown parted. “Why are you crying?” He asked gently with worry but the verbal notice of your mood only made your tears fall. 

You sniffled again as your frown trembled, the sight causing a squeezing pain to erupt in Micah’s chest. “You’re not the only girl in town who would get criticized for being revealing. You shouldn’t think of it as a personal or discriminative or victimizing thing, it’s just the kind of conservative community this town is. You know they didn’t even like when Lacey in our class wore Daisy Dukes in the middle of July.” He tried to comfort using a soothing tone and a realistic view on what he thought you were insecure about.

Though he soon believed he said the wrong thing when your avoidant gaze finally snapped onto his with your eyebrows furrowed, an annoyed essence swapping out your dejected image. “What? I don’t give a crap about them thinking I’m dressed like a whore. I’d wear a Scarlet Letter on my forehead and still not care about whatever they have to say.” You said sternly and clearly. 

Micah, with his hands still gently holding onto your biceps, glanced back and forth between both of your eyes and the cornfield. He was lost and puzzled. “Then… What are you so worried about?”

You didn’t blink as you stared into his brown hues before your gaze hardened and you slightly leaned back away from him. “..…Are you mocking me?”

The boy’s eyes widened as he frantically shook his head softly. “No, no, no. I really don’t see the problem if it’s not being slut-shamed.” He said with genuine bewilderment. 

Your emotions were in spirals and urges to scream in his face and cry at the same time flooded through you like oil leaks near a fire. You felt your spitfire blood pressure grow hot but yet… you didn’t explode. Perhaps it was because of the vulnerable weakness you harbored for Micah that rendered you unable to aim any sort of your conflagration toward him. Your weakness for the shy boy that always sent you a smile when you made eye contact was stronger than your fuse. Especially when he held you so gently and looked deep into your eyes like you were the only thing left on earth.

“Micah, have you seen me?” You said hoarsely, deciding to be point-blank with your approach. “I’m the weight of a cow. And this dress does nothing but make it more obvious.” The way you said your words sounded as if you were insulting someone with the intent to hurt them, but you spoke in the first person.

Micah had to take a second to register and digest what you were saying. But when it did it felt as if his heart broke into small pieces and fell down to the pit of his stomach. If anyone said that about you, Micah would gladly exchange black eyes with them to defend your honor. But the fact this was coming from you… He always thought so highly of you, thought you were in a whole different world than him. 

He was dumbstruck, dumbfounded. He looked back and forth between your eyes for the relieving hint that you were joking, or lying. But no, you were neither of those things. You were delusional. “What are you talking about? (Y/n)... you look incredible.” He breathed out yet his honest words just seemed to sting you even more, your frown deepening and the tears swelling back up.

You slightly wiggled in an attempt to get out of his hold yet his firmed his grip on your arms to keep you close to him. “I just… I just can’t believe that you would say that about yourself. Because in my eyes, you’re like this masterpiece crafted by the divine hands of the universe.” 

Your mind told you not to believe he was telling the truth, that he was just flattering the Pastor’s daughter and not you. But yet despite the dripping tears that fell into the grass, you felt yourself hang on every word that he spoke with such unfiltered sincerity that came out easily. 

“Your curves are not mere flesh and bone, but a testament to the wonder of creation itself, each curve a stroke of genius, each imperfection a mark of authenticity. Like, your body is an exact replica of the muse’s in the renaissance for paintings and sculptures. The timeless ones that people put up in museums to be admired and awed.”

Micah tilted his head to the side to place his face in your avoidant eyeline. He wanted you to look him in the eye as he told you this. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, to see how breathtaking and charming you are. Don’t let some insecurity blind you, because you are a masterpiece, a work of art, a marvel to behold. Your body is a temple, a vessel through which your radiant spirit shines forth, illuminating the lives of all who are fortunate enough to bask in-”

You harmlessly giggled with the sweetest smile and a punch shade of pink dusting across your round cheeks. “Okay, now you’re getting weird, you sound like a preacher.” You used the back of your hand to wipe your nose but also to hide your flustered grin. Micah smiled at the sight and the uplift of your mood, finally sliding his hold off of you.

A cleansing silence drifted over the two of you in your own little bubble. A comfortable one. Your heartbeat thumped sweetly in your chest, making the rest of your insides feel like warm mush that melted because of Micah’s honesty. “You know, I…” You paused to allow your blush and the reality of the situation sink in. “I never knew you felt that way.” You said as you looked up at him softly.

He didn’t know how to respond since he still believed you were so out of his league that you didn’t hold any affection for him. “Well now you do.” He said with a shrug. Your smile grew as your pupils dilated. “And I’m glad I know now.”

He approached what you said with caution and nervous curiosity. “Why?” You abused the seconds of suspense to truly admire the boy in a whole new light. “Because now I realize that I feel the same way.”

Micah was torn. Torn between his father’s words about the shameful sin of just simply talking to girls and the gravitational pull of his emotions and heart and attraction. Everything he was ever taught and learned was coming to question and doubt as he looked into your doe eyes, it was like an epiphany. Perhaps this was his final push into Isaac’s cause and his proclamation that the adults are wrong about everything.

Because could one small stolen kiss with a renaissance muse really condemn him to Hell?

“I really want to kiss you.” He finally breathed out like a warm sigh. “Do you think it’d be a sin if I kissed you?” He asked, genuinely wanting your insightful input. 

You took a moment to ponder until you settled on your answer. “I do.” 

Micah glanced down in disappointment. “So I’m damned if I do…” he looked back up to you with an entranced sense in his eyes, “but damned if I don’t.” He then leaned in to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his hand moving to rest just below your soft jawline. He hummed into the contact which created a feeling of electricity shooting through you, prompting you to thread your fingers through the dark hair on the back of his head.

If this was the thing that would supposedly convict him to Hell, then Micah believed it was worth it a thousand times.

[sapphiewritesstuff]

oh my god. FINALLY SOMEONE WHO DOES Error143 requests.. If there’s a possibility when Micah gives MC (reader?) a virus of the shirtless picture and then he stops and they get very shy and start to zone out staring at him because they keep wondering when he took it or how he’d look sitting at the desk like that..? i’m not amazing at writing request but i tried my best i just want to see it in someone else’s perspective!!

Warnings: GN! MC, Micah being a teasing shit, slightly suggestive, not proofread

Credit to @the-magicians-blue !! I didn't realize how similar my idea was to your work, I give you full credit for this fic.

Summary: Micah likes to tease you whenever he sees the affect he has on you, you think he needs a taste of his own medicine

"What are you looking at? You perv!" Micah exclaims with a chuckle, a wide smile showing his split tongue and fangs.

"You gave me a virus! That is the least sexy thing ever." You retort with your eyes wide.

"I don't know angel, you look pretty... happy to see that."

"It wasn't bad." You admit shortly, crossing your arms. If you were being honest, the photo of him made you clench your legs together and squirm in excitement, you would never tell him that however.

"Oh?" He tilted his head, "'Not bad', huh?"

"Shut up, or I'll hang up." You threaten. You can't help but erupt into laughter when his face morphs into one of panic.

"Wait! I'll shut up, I'll do anything for you angel." He was quick to jump back into his teasing personality, you rolled your eyes, he was amusing to watch.

"Ew, moving kinda fast." He stuck his tongue out in retaliation. "How did you even get that photo?"

"Oh, through lots of trial and tribulation, angel." He winked, you rolled your eyes. The thought of him awkwardly posing, trying to find the right angle, makes you giggle.

"I have a gift for you too, actually." You didn't wait for his reply, instead sending the virus to his computer.

"What are you looking at? You perv!" You mock his words from before as you watch his mouth drop open, stuttering as he tried to form words. "What, cat got your tongue?"

"You're... you're stunning." He muttered. You smiled at the effect you had on him.

"You must hate me so much, huh?"

"I hate you so much."

[miguel-owhora]

little drabble at 4 am. woke up to finish this.

cw — blow jobs , consensual drug usage , not beta read

fems n minors dnf, you will be blocked.

Whatever weed you had given Micah, it was working. He felt light and fuzzy, like sinking into a field of cotton, or swimming in a pool of silk — it didn't make sense, it shouldn't make sense, but it felt nice all the same. There's an emptiness to his head that's nice, but it does make him feel a little... weird. Not uncomfortably so, but enough to keep him alert — if a little sluggishly.

Nevermind, though. You had promised him no one came out to this cliff side, neither animals nor man. And for once, Micah had trusted you — and wasn't that so crazy? Micah Bell, trusting you of all people? Perhaps it shouldn't have been so surprising, he had unknowingly found himself gravitating towards you since your first nightly encounter. It still unsettled Micah whenever he thought about it, when you stumbled upon him, without any undergarments to cover himself, how you had — 'foolishly, stupidly, charmingly,' he thought — offered to help him out with his problem.

And then what became of that. Sneaking away from the rest of the gang to more private areas, like school couples running from their peers. How many nights were spent together, drinking alcohol or blackening their lungs or drugging themselves, exploring each other's bodies in a way that would get you both hanged. In a way that was forbidden by society, outlawed.

But since when did Micah care about expectations and about following the law? He was an outlaw for crying out loud! Micah Bell didn't care about that — it was survival of the fittest, a dog eat dog world — a world where he could partake in any pleasure he wanted and not care about the consequences.

Which is how it circles back to you and Micah being fuck buddies. Just the thought alone makes him shudder, and he's sure it's not because of you licking the tip of his cock, letting the white bead of pre drop on your tongue, before it vanishes into your pink mouth.

Silver plumes of smoke slip from Micah's lips as he exhales, a low groan tumbling from his lips as he feels you throat his cock. Your throat is warm and slick, a perfect cavern. His cock twitches when he feels your tongue lick along a protruding vein, circle around his cockhead — feels you drool down his length.

Micah watches with dilated pupils, leaning back against the log, inhaling the unique scent of the burning weed. Your laying on your sides, legs curled up in a way that has your ass pressing against your pants, in a way that definitely caught his attention. Your head slowly bobs, one arm laying against his lap, whilst the other fondles with what you cannot fit into your mouth.

"You've quite the mouth on you, cowpoke," He drawls, speech more slurred from the combination of your perverse affection and from the weed. A low moan slips from his chapped lips when you hold your head down for a moment, nursing his cock before slowly lifting back up.

Your hand cupped around his dick moves, slowly and methodically, jerking him off and keeping him hard, even when the leftover spit on his dick cools without your mouth to keep it warm.

"I've had the experience," You dryly say, glancing back at him. Your eyes are dark in the night, the moonlight shyly peering down at you. But even then, Micah doesn't need to actually see your eyes to know how they stare at him; all doe eyes and pretty, making him weak, making him feel like he's going to do something even more irrational.

Micah swallows.

"Yeah, I bet you have," He snarks, resorting back to his usual defense whenever he feels out of place. "Bet you've done the same to other men, huh? To the other fellers in the gang - probably let them use that pretty mouth the same way you let me use it."

You pinch his inner thighs, and snort when he jerks.

"Micahhhhh," You drawl out, tilting your head back onto his belly. He stares down at you, shadows slithering over his face, cracks of moonlight painting his blonde hair silver. He stares at you with his usual grimace, but it's not so harsh.

"What?" He says, lips twitching as if he's fighting not to sneer down at you. You hum, plucking the joint from his fingers and place it between your lips, taking a drag. The smoke slips down to your lungs, and it burns in a nice way.

You tilt your head, having the basic decency to not blow it in his face. Not like Micah, who you've grown so accustomed to blowing the smoke in your face that you've built an immunity to a reaction. Still, Micah plucks the joint straight out of your fingers and you roll your eyes.

"Shut up." You say, to his previous question. You roll your head forward again, hand still slowly jerking him off, and lean down to lick a flat stripe over his head. You snort when he gives an involuntary jerk of his hips, and you follow his cock and slip the head inside your mouth.

You're all too pleased by the low groan that tumbles from his mouth, and you can just imagine the scruffy man placing a hand over his mouth to muffle himself. Of course the most obnoxious and arrogant and vile man you've ever had the dishonor of meeting is flustered about making noises. You roll your eyes at the thought and slowly bob your head, the routine familiar, as it the taste of Micah's cock in your mouth.

Micah's not the biggest you've taken, somewhere around average, but it feels absolutely perfect in your mouth.

It sits heavy on your tongue, the taste of it salty and musky, in a way that you try to ignore how he probably hasn't bathed in God knows how long. Not because it necessarily grosses you out, but how it turns you on. You sink his cock deeper into your throat, tongue tracing a protruding vein that snakes on his length, a testament to how much you enjoy the taste and feel of him.

Of course, you'd never admit that. Micah was arrogant enough, he didn't need to know just how much his filthy nature made you hard.

The outlaw doesn't seem to notice, head tilting back as he groaned low in his throat, the blunt in his hands wafting with smoke. His cock throbbed in your throat, and you slurped around his length, before slowly bobbing your head.

He groans out your name, low and gravelly with arousal.

"Christ," He swears, eyebrows pinching together. There's a pretty red stripe blooming across his face. His breathing is heavier than usual, one of his hand slithering into your hair and gripping it — surprisingly, it's not harsh, and he doesn't tug on it He just grips it, following your motion as you bob your head.

It doesn't take long til' you feel his cock throb, twitching. You increase your tongue movements, your bobbing, and Micah let's out a few sounds of pleasure, gasping and immediately biting his lip to silence himself as he finally, finally, grips your hair and pushes you down to the base of his cock.

Your nose buries into the golden nest of pubes, his scent stronger and heavier there. His cock throbs in your mouth, jolting as spurts of cum spill in your mouth, well, down your throat. It's just like Micah to not give you a choice in swallowing, and you find that you don't care, really.

After a few minutes, Micah relaxes his grip on your hair. You pull off his softening cock and immediately grip his face. It catches him off guard, and even moreso when you kiss him.

It's nasty, messy, teeth clinking together and your tongue forcibly slipping inside his mouth, if only to deposit the leftover cum. Micah groans, accidentally dropping the blunt, his hands coming to grip your shoulders and hold onto you. He's filthy, diabolical, and very into the kiss, tongues meeting each other and trading saliva, licking over teeth and gums, spit dribbling down both your chins as you make out like the filthy, rancid animals you both were.

You smile against his lips.

[sleepythemvp]

< It’s been a long time isn’t it? Well now….ladies and gentlemen, non-binary and trans people Slee present you… Another Micah Yujin x Reader! I’m planning on doing GI x Reader next.

Micah Yujin x Reader

Warning: Pronouns They/them, bad grammar, swearing, sleeping mention, cat cafe.

Enjoy!

•

It’s 4AM, and you can’t breathe for some reason…you open your eyes to see the little Cahcah sleeping on top of you. You know that you don’t want to wake him up so you just let him lying on top of you.

After unlocked your phone, you just remember that you guys decided to have a date together today.

“Holy shit, wake up Micah-“

“Mhp…5 more minutes.”

“Wake the fuck up we need to get ready”

“Ready for what?…”

“OUR DATE YOU LITTLE SHIT-“

Just then, he finally wake his ass up…and end up falling off the bed. You laugh at him, you help him standing up after the fall though.

After a while, you guys finally can get out of your house and head to the car cafe it’s gonna be very fun since you both could bring Skrunkly with you guys! YIPPE-

Ehem…well since that cat cafe also serves breakfast so you guys no need to worry.

“Angel?”

“Hm?”

“I love you~”

* throws up *

AAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAH, uh, but yes…Skrunkly also can have some treat! There’s a random cat in the cat cafe seems to love to lying on your lap, and Micah looks jealous as hell lolol.

“It should have been me! Not that cat ;-;”

“But why? He looks so comfy down there”

“Exactly.”

Micah would clean your mouth with a kiss on the lips, and you flustered so much that you accidentally punched him in the arm. He cling on you after that because he thought that you’re so cute when you flustered. Skrunkly have some new frien:D and you guys decided to come back at that place sometime.

The end of the date…for now:>

< It’s actually been a pretty long time since the last time I posted something up here lol, but yes thank you for reading this lil one!

Slee is going to take a nap, brb.

[pervertpan]

inspired by @meo-eiru oc, the lovely creepy priest Micah, go check her out!! all of her oc is so good 😩

notes : its been years since i write so keep that in mind, this is mostly for self indulgent and please know english isnt my first language + i dont rlly know about religion

!warning! : implied yandere(?), religious tone, reader is said to be not religious

Micah × Fem!Reader

The little village you moved in is a peaceful and quiet place, just exactly what you need after living in a busy and hectic city. The people here accept you with an open arm, they've been making the sudden change of atmosphere easier.

It's only been a week since you settle down but the lovely old lady that live across of you has been insisting that you need to accompany her to the sunday prayer, you're not the most religious person out there but having nothing to do you let her drag you at the early morning.

You've seen the church a lot from the outside, the white marbled building paired with a small flower garden is hard to miss after all. Inside it's no difference than any other church you've seen, rows of wood benches, a small sanctuary with an altar on top, and of course the holy father itself.

Micah, the village priest, with his sweet face and soft voice that can make anyone fell onto their knees and repent. You give Micah a respectful smile as the old lady that bring you with her greet him warmly, Micah talk to her just as warm.

"Micah, you have met the new resident, Y/N, right? She finally accept my invitation to come here."

"Yes, we've met a couple time before but this is the first time we talked. It's nice seeing you joining us, Miss Y/N."

You give an awkward chuckle,

"Well it's been a while since I go to any church, but I'm happy to finally talk with you Father Micah."

Before Micah can give a proper answer you've been pulled to another villager, you're sure you catch a twitch from the corner of Micah mouth but the talkative fisherman in front of you quickly bury that thought.

The ceremony and prayer goes much the same as it did when you're a child, not like you remembered all the detail of it. As far as you concerned this is more of a chance to socialize rather than an actual religious act from your part, from the conversation before it seem that a lot of the villager regardless of their faith put Micah in high regard.

Hearing the sermon he give you can see why, it feel like Micah dig straight into your soul and drag every sin you've hidden deep inside, trying to put it into light and wash it clean with his words. You can hear the soft whisper from beside you, the old lady seemingly asking for forgiveness from the lord.

When it end, you help her stand up from seating too long, escorting her toward the exit. Just as you both about to go out Micah appear beside the door like a ghost and asking for your time.

"Mrs. Rosewood, I'm sorry but I have to take a bit of Miss Y/N time from you."

You cant help but raised your eyebrow slightly at the demand covered as a request, Micah give her a polite farewell and a wave before turning fully to you.

"Miss Y/N, from our earlier conversation I cant help but assume you're not used to go to a church, yes?"

A seemingly normal question from a priest but you can feel a slight proding in it, you clean your throat and try to school your expression.

"Ah yes, dont really have the time and place at the city."

His smile seem to widen slightly at that, his closed eyes somehow seem to scan your entire being. He put a hand on your shoulder, his hold firm and soft at the same time.

"I hope this place can help you with that and thank you for coming with Mrs. Rosewood, she has been searching for a person to accompany her for a long time. She must be ecstatic with you here now."

He pull his hand and greet you farewell, the shoulder he put his hand on feel heavy, like a sudden responsibility has been put on you. You take a shuddering breath and greet him farewell as well, hurriedly going out of the church to catch up with Mrs. Rosewood.

Behind you Micah watch your every move, like a grim reaper ready to strike. The sunlight making his now open eyes glimmer, an uncomfortably wide smile on his face. He bend down and grab a rose that has been trampled beside the opened door, kissing the bruised petals and broken stem.

[kokushibosbestie]

Artttttttt <3333

Soooo, I did some edits to Zeyn_Syre art.

DISCLAIMER: ALL CREDITS and rights over characters and art go to Zeyn_Syre on yt, I only did some edits.

Here is Micah, Zeyn, and Christian, my lovesss 💖 (wo/ filter)

(w/ filter) 💖

And this is female Christian <3333

Once again, NONE of this is my art, it ALL belongs to Zeyn_Syre.

[outlawwithaheart]

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