peaking through the black

Help (B.Barnes) *NSFW*


Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing, dry humping, sexual themes, (no penetration!!)

Requested by Anon: can I request a fic where bucky and the reader have to share a bed and he gets horny/a wet dream? love those types of fics. and as much buildup as possible if you can? 💕💕

A/N – hopefully that was enough buildup doll! Thanks for requesting it, I loved writing this! I hope y’all liked the dry humping instead of actual sex, figured I’d switch it up a bit! xo

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All I’ve got II pt. 3

Jungkook x reader

genre: fucking fluff, angst, hints of smutty actions, badboy!jungkook, bestfriend!jungkook

word count: 12.6k

Jeon Jungkook was a tall guy, handsome with all those ethereal artwork tattooed on his arms..and your best friend. He was by your side whereas you faced a painful heartbreak, caressing your hurt soul for as long as you needed him. But how much can a friendship withstand if one of the two develops feelings?

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8 | You’ll Never Walk Alone



series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as alcohol and violence, description of injuries

Originally posted by jaesbum

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A Raven Among Crows: Pt 5

Originally posted by martelloberyn

You’re a woman disguised as a man at The Wall, but no one knows.

Part Three  Part Four  Part Six 

(Y/N)= Your Name

Warning: The truth is about to be revealed. 

You never thought you would be walking back towards the Wall with a bunch of Wildlings by your side. But you did find comfort in talking with Tormund, he was always by your side and Jon Snow right behind you. 

“You cleaned up well, you looked like an ugly little boy when I first saw you,” Tormund says.

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Hello this really isn’t great but I got excited and wanted to write you a thing so here’s the first part of your present!!

I didn’t really,,, decide a name for it lol bc I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to post it or anything ajfbjrjsjdn 

Like you can keep this all to yourself since it’s made specifically for you ;v;)//

:^) ——————-

Have you ever taken the time to dip a paintbrush in all sorts of colors, and explore the mixtures you can make?

Maybe it was when you were young and experimenting with what pink and purple would make together, or maybe even add a little green. Ignoring the soft chastising of the teacher behind you, no, don’t mix those two together. It would make a vile color.

Sometimes you get vibrant oranges or deep, passionate reds.

But sometimes you mix too many colors on one paper, and end up with a deep shade of brackish brown.

And despite the teacher asking why you did that, picking up the cheap parchment paper to throw it away and –please clean up your face, would you?

You thought your picture was lovely.

It’s funny how just having a set of 4 primary colors can create so much more.

Your story begins with a set of heavy, fancy blue acrylics, giving the night sky a silky look to it. It seems like the artist flicked the bristles against the paper today, because the stars look like they’re falling. It reminds you of an old documentary you watched about space, how light can only only travel so fast. One of these stars could have already disappeared, passed on like one in a million, and it’d have taken ten minutes for it to reach your eye. Maybe when you put up your latest piece you should slowly cover each star, and over time, perhaps a wandering guest would question it.

Even things that don’t ever live end up dying. You should start to appreciate the lights you see in your sky.

Which was why for some reason, you’d decided to take a midnight stroll in the back woods.

The things we’d do for artwork.

You were sure that your child self had made Autumn.

For some reason you loved to ‘destroy’ papers by brewing your paints. All you ever made was brown, red-brown, oranges peaking through little creases of harsh blacks. The teachers were sure you’d never be an artist.

And yet here nature was, being inspired by your 7 year old self’s greatest creations.

Out, far from the safety of your back porch lights, you have wandered these parts many times. There was little to worry about. Foxes weren’t as malicious as they are depicted in children’s shows.

But how shocked were you to find that trail of reds under your light. A violation to the grass, red and green is only an acceptable combination in Winter. Right now it’s Autumn, it’s all you. You and your browns.

Watercolor is an expensive thing, if you want anything good. Track the person who leaks it, and tell them to patch up their wounds before they drain.

Finding what you did at the end of your trail, you should’ve been scared.

All matted hair and mud. It looked like a river running down his back, barely drying dirt causing the fur to curl.

His eyes were too sad for you to leave him for death.

The only way to go is forward. Don’t let his body empty.

He snarls when you reach for him, whines when your fingers curl over his ear. The wolf had never planned to bite you all along.


The creature with the eyes of Autumn, bleeding out reds through brackish brown fur. Your teachers would hate him.

‘It would make a vile color.’

You think this wolf is lovely.

Plucking him from the bear trap had been easily done.

He needs his weight on your shoulder to walk, and the cool air suddenly becomes warm with his breath against your ear. He smells of musk, and the stench of blood leaves the taste of iron upon your tongue.

He doesn’t ask where you’re going.

You tell him anyways.

“Let’s go home.”

How many primary colors did you mix to paint this wolf?

Your brush is crusty on the ends. You loved to create worlds on your paper, but never liked to wash out the colors. A job left undone.

Now you will need to buy more.

Not that you weren’t planning to in the first place.

The first time you ever painted him, that was the same day he finally spoke to you. Him and his words of gratitude. You and your browns, your beautiful mess of a piece of artwork.

“I’m a monster. Don’t you think I’m vile?”

“I could kill you and not even remember it.”


You had been wearing plum lipstick that day. It looked like your mouth had been snatched from a tree, harvested while it was nice and ripe.

“I think you are lovely.”

Eating the fruits of your labor always gave one a kind feeling in their stomach.

The first full moon was a gleaming honey color, and unlike when you stared at it any night before, it no longer gave you a peaceful feeling. Instead the bright eye glanced at you with a sharpness to it.

It reminded you of him and his wild gaze. He was never calm the few days before it. Like how he is now, but bigger. More unstable. That’s how he explained it. Like some sort of caged dog, he ran off before you could ever know.

But, for some reason, he came back.

Snarling and teeth dripping with saliva. He was not lying when he said he would not be himself. Standing at the height of an elephant, holding a prized bird in it’s jaws. It’s eyes held caution. Claws stuck firmly to the dirt.

Bringing home food for a mate.

His eyes were still yellow. Yellow and brown, like Autumn.

When the drained body hits the wood of the porch, you wonder if you should buy more watercolor. It’s expensive if you want anything good.

He’s used up all of your reds in his paintings.

You learn of a wolf’s pining that night. He is already inhuman, but full on animals are not ones for hiding their emotions.

Your fingers curl over his ears. They flop back submissively, a croon coming between snapping jaws. His teeth are gnarled. His eyes are dangerous.

‘I could kill you and not even remember it.’

It had never planned to bite you all along.

Tail wagging was not something you expected from a fully transformed werewolf, but neither was your life.

Until you could decide on your feelings for him, his crush was held carefully in your hands. He did not remember showing you this affection. It’s better that he come to you as his whole self.

This was all you were. His crush. His acceptance.

You did not know you were his love.

He began to bring home game even on a normal night. His claws were always the thing that prepared it. It only went to you when cooking was involved.

And despite having not much interest in cooked meat, he still helped in the kitchen. Apologizing for the occasional drool hitting your shoulder. He didn’t have a normal mouth. You pretended not to notice it, it must be an enticing smell to him.

He thanks you for dinner even though he’s the one who caught it.

Him and his gratitude. His reds. Your browns peaking through the creases of harsh lines. Slivers of oranges and yellows.

Your painting is almost dried. He will need to tell you soon.

The two of you make a beautiful mess of artwork.

It was too early in the morning to be woken up from your rest.

Only the red numbers of your clock can be seen glowing in the darkness of your room, though you have better company.

His body is too dark for your eye to detect. The only thing you can look at are the reflection of his eyes against the brightness of the moon. The color of Autumn.

Wolves have nightmares too.

He has his own bed. His own set of sheets to dirty with his constant shedding. But you have no reason to be mad at him for this moment. There is nothing to really be said.

He looks too sad for you to leave him there.

How he came to be was painful. You can imagine that it would stick to the ends of his mind like a leech, sucking the hours of restful nights away.

You wouldn’t expect something as powerful as him to need someone to curl up to. Unfortunately, he’s done nothing to be predictable.

It’s your favorite thing about him.

This is the first time you’ve curled your fingers over his ears while he was completely with you. No beast with a heavier snort than usual, teeth showing in their rightful sheath of flesh. No danger.

His tail is wagging. A croon comes from a gentle muzzle, a wet nose is pressed to your cheek.

“Will you stay with me?”

His question rumbles through a gravelly voice, and you can feel it in his throat being so close to him. You know exactly what he means.


Only puppies whine and snuggle up for attention.

You decide not to let him know that.


this is such a fantastic way of describing everything and i love this so mUCH???

The More You Know

Characters: Reader, Cas, Sam, Dean

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings: Implied sexual content, language, some jokes that probably aren’t that funny (Let me know if I forgot anything…)

Prompts (Both will appear in bold in the fic): “I can’t look into the street without everything changing.” and “The closer I get to feeling, the further that I am feeling from alright.”

A/N: Hey guys, this is my entry for @iwantthedean SoCo Summer Challenge. I have been writing fics all summer and kind of hoping that I would find one that I thought my prompts went well with, but I just couldn’t find that perfect fit. So, instead I decided to make it a part of one of my firsts as a writer. Yes, you heard it here folks, this is my first shot at a Cas x reader fic, so be warned. Let me know what you think, because your feedback could possibly be in the deciding factor of whether or not I continue to write Cas.


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Originally posted by faithfullyg

Ugh. You thought to yourself as you peeled your jacket off and tossed it onto the bed. You could smell the sweat that was no doubt glistening on your skin as you walked into the tiny bathroom. You turned the shower on, making sure that it was scalding hot before heading back out to where your duffel occupied one of the chairs at the small table situated in front of the window.

While pulling your things out of the worn black bag, you hear a commotion outside in the parking lot. Being a hunter, you immediately placed a hand on the gun that was settled in the waistband of your jeans and peaked through the blinds.

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“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

Words: 4000+

Request: No

Rating: R

[ I don’t know why but I was inspired by this post ]

Luke’s POV

The sun peaked through my black-out blinds in my room, as the dirt particles twinkled in the sun light like little fairies dancing. I rise my hands up to my face and rub my face in my hands, trying to wake myself up, but obviously rubbing my face in my hands doesn’t work because I hear a sound that nearly makes my ears bleed from next door.

I rise up and grab the string that pulls up my blinds, and look and seeing a moving truck settling down the ramp and workers unloading the heavy boxes and some carrying Tim Hortons in their hands.

“Mom!” I shout and jump up and out of my bed, quickly making my way out of my bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen where I smell bacon and eggs. “Yes Luke.”

“When did we get new neighbors?” I ask while leaning against the island counter in the middle of our kitchen.

“When are you gonna put a shirt on?” My mom says, completely avoiding the question that I’ve asked.

“I’ll put a shirt on when you answer my question.” I state while walking over to my mom and reaching over and grabbing a piece of bacon beside my mom. “They bought that house like a month ago Luke, and they’re moving in today. I don’t know what else to tell you about them? I don’t know anything other then that.”

“Thanks,” I say and kiss my mom on my cheek before grabbing a plate from the cracker coloured cabinet.

“No problem-Oh! I almost forgot, I’m gonna invite them over for dinner, you know, lets be nice and welcome them kindly to the neighborhood. So please, clean your room just in case their daughter goes upstairs with you, since you love to stay in that room of yours.”

“They have a daughter?” I ask and quickly make my way over to the small window that we have in the kitchen that my mom always leaves open when she cooks. “Mhm, now go clean your room please.” 

I only nod my hand in response while looking out the window, trying to find the new neighbors daughter, which only gets me a slap in the back of the head and a shout to hurry up and eat my breakfast and clean my room.

“Luke, please go get the door.” My mom says while rushing around and grapping forks and knives from the drawer and hurrying to place them in the dining room.

I let my feet carry me to the door and gently place my hand on the doorknob and twist it while pulling the door open, revealing two people.

I always thought that I would have to be remarkably handsome or even move to a different country to even see a supermodel in front of my eyes, but yet here I am, and I am standing in front of this beautiful girl with the most perfect eyes and cutest nose, and her lips are so pink that I think they’re pinker then cotton candy and strawberry milk combined. And her body, literally sculptured by God and all the arc angels. And her hair, it reaches to her hips. I am just completely memorized by this beautiful girl in front of me.

“Hello! Hello! Hello!” I hear my mother say from behind me, making me snap out of my daze. I gently shake my head and smile up at the man in his mid-30’s and his daughter that is right next to him. “Come on in! I bet it’s cold outside.”

“Uh-yeah-sorry, come in,” I say and peel the door open wider and letting the beautiful girl walk past me with her father right next to her.

“You guys came right on time, I just finished making dinner.” My mom says while leading the way into the dining room, where food is set out, waiting for us to dig in and fill our stomachs.

Once everyone is done sharing out their food, I see my mother and the man that came to the door with his remarkably beautiful daughter, making their way into the living room to watch whatever show that will catch their attention.

“Hey, do you want to eat upstairs in my room. I mean, I don’t want to sit down and eat food while listening to some home renovation guy talk about dry wall for a good five minutes, but if you want to go ahead,” I laugh and she does the same and I feel my heart pound against my chest and butterflies swimming in my stomach.

“Yeah, sure.” She says and then we grab our plates and begin to make our way up into my bedroom. “My name is Luke, by the way.”

“Y/N,” She says and her voice is so soft and gentle, and if her voice were to ever become an object, I think a cloud would perfectly represent it.

“So what is your favourite subject in school?”

“How do you even understand this stuff?” I ask while rubbing the back of my head. And Y/N laughs and I smile and it’s been like this forever, Y/N coming over and trying to make me understand what I’m doing in all my subjects because I don’t understand half of this stuff that my teachers teach me and surprisingly I am passing.

“I don’t know. I just do.” Y/N smiles before bending over and looking at the Math question and explaining it to me, which only makes me let out a sigh and thanking Y/N for moving right next to me, which only makes her let out a laugh, making my heart pound against my chest.

“Please teach me your ways,” I sigh while writing down my last question and trying to figure out the answer before resorting to the back of the book. “I was just born with it.”

“Mm, maybe it’s the continuous episodes of Sailor Moon that you watch. Oh! Maybe because you drink strawberry milk. You put steroids in your strawberry milk, that’s it!” I nearly shout and Y/N lets out a hearty laugh before slapping me in my chest gently.

“I don’t put steroids in my strawberry milk, Luke. That doesn’t even make any sense. And I’m pretty sure Sailor Moon didn’t make me smart.” Y/N says and I shake my head.

“You’re telling me that Sailor Mercury didn’t teach you anything?” I ask and Y/N rises her left eyebrow while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I thought you didn’t pay attention when we watch Sailor Moon?” Y/N ask and I feel my cheeks begin to heat up and I let out a low grunt before peeling my eyes away from Y/N’s and looking everywhere but at her.

“I don’t. I just remember some characters, you know.” I state and Y/N nods her head.

“Yeah. I know.”

"Luke! Luke!” I hear someone shout from behind me, I quickly turn around and I am met with Y/N’s face completely red face from running to catch up with me. “Yes.”

“Come over tonight?” Y/N ask and I begin to shake my head while continuing to walk, Y/N following behind me.

“Why not? We can watch Sailor Moon and drink strawberry milk together! How about I dress you up again! It’ll be fun!” Y/N exclaims with a happy tone and if Y/N was in an anime I could only imagine this scene to look like a happy and preppy girl bothering the boy that doesn’t want to do anything with her.

“Unlike you Y/N, I actually have to study for my test,” I laugh and Y/N pouts.

“I study for my test.” Y/N says with a sad tone and I let out a laugh before swinging my arm around Y/N’s naked shoulder and smile down at her when I see a blush begin to heat up her cheeks. “I’m sure you do.”

“Okay, maybe I don’t, but at least come over for strawberry milk and one episode of Sailor Moon?” Y/N pleads and her bottom lip juts out, and her eyes begin to shine with water. I let out a sigh before smiling down at Y/N.

“It wouldn’t hurt to watch one? Now would it.”

And I was totally wrong, because after watching one episode of Sailor Moon only lead Y/N to put in another one, and another one. I finally look up at the clock on Y/N’s desk and see that’s 12:53. I let out a yawn before rising up and off the bed.

"Y/N I should be heading home now.” I state and I feel Y/N grasp my wrist in her hand and gently tug me back onto the bed. “No, sleepover. Please.”

I let out a little sigh and Y/N lets out a smile before tugging me onto the bed and excusing herself to go get ready for bed and grabbing me a toothbrush.

“Here.” Y/N says once she is back and wow. She looks so beautiful and she is in a big white shirt and she looks so beautiful with clothes that don’t fit tightly against her body because, right now she just looks like an actual angel.

“Here’s your toothbrush,” Y/N says once again, knocking me out of my state and I grab the toothbrush out of her hand before thanking her and making my way into Y/N’s conjoined bathroom.

I let out a sigh once I walk into the bathroom, it would actually be a miracle if I don’t get a hard while I sleep over with Y/N. See there has been many incidents where I have gotten hard while just being with Y/N, many times was from just the way she talks, sometimes even her laughter gets me so hard. I don’t know why, but it just does.

Once I’m finish brushing my teeth I make my way back into the bedroom and see Y/N laying on the bed with her phone in her face. I let out a shaky breath before walking over to the bed and laying down right next to Y/N and see what she is looking at, which ends up being a picture of a cute white cat.

“Luke?” Y/N ask me once she is finish done liking a post on Instagram and setting her phone down beside her bed and looking at me with curious eyes. I hum in acknowledgment and Y/N turns around, laying on her side and staring me up and down while biting on her bottom lip, and I’m pretty sure I’m hard and maybe sleeping over Y/N’s house is a bad idea.

“What are your kinks?” Y/N ask and I feel my eyebrows nearly leave my head and my eyes nearly pop out of its sockets. “I-Um-I”

“I mean you don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable with it,” Y/N says nonchalant, like what she just asked was normal. Like it is normal for someone to ask about your sexual desires.

“I just-I um-What’s yours?” I ask, trying to get the attention off of me and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle bright with excitement before sitting up on the bed while staring down at me.

“I have a daddy kink.”

 And just with those words my life spun out of control. Every time she touched me or even spoke to me I would just think of her doing something remarkably attractive that I would immediately get hard about. And it got worse, and when I mean worse, I meant it got to the point were whenever I would look down at Y/N I would just imagine her down on her knees and taking me into her mouth and her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock just doing the most delicious swirls with her tongue that she does around her strawberry coloured lollipops that she has in her room.

"Luke!” I hear Y/N shout from beside me and I quickly move my gaze away from the blank white wall that I am looking at in Y/N’s room and to Y/N bright Y/C/E eyes. “Yes.”

“Why are you always dozing off all of a sudden. I mean, ever since I told you about my kink you’ve gotten quieter and you always doze off now? Are you okay?” Y/N ask and I look at Y/N and then I look at the TV that is playing a Sailor Moon episode.

“I want to be your daddy.” I say and I didn’t mean for it to come out like that- I’m totally lying, I really did mean for it to come out like that and I can’t imagine Y/N having someone pour her strawberry milk or watch Sailor Moon with her, I can only see myself doing it and I don’t even know what I’m getting myself into but I think it’s gonna be okay if I have Y/N by my side.

“Really? I didn’t think of you having a daddy kink,” Y/N says and I shrug my shoulders. “I mean every since I you told me about your kink I-I-I just started dozing off and day dreaming about like-you know,”

"No Luke, I don’t know. Do tell,” Y/N says with a slight smirk on her lips and I watch as Y/N begins to climb up my body and I feel my face begin to turn red and my cock begin to get hard.

“Like-I-I-I would imagine your lips wrapped around my cock,” I say and Y/N smirk widens before dragging her hand up my leg and then running it over my growing member.

“Mm, sounds great.” Y/N says while licking her bottom lip and applying pressure to my cock, making a moan slip past my lips.

“Can I suck your cock, daddy?” Y/N says in the most innocent voice and I let out a moan before grabbing Y/N’s face and crashing my lips against hers, and God does it feel so good. So fucking good. And she tastes like strawberry milk and cotton candy, so sweet and addicting that I don’t even want to pull away from Y/N’s lips, I just want to swirl my tongue against Y/N’s for the rest of my life if I could, but suddenly Y/N peels away from the kiss and begins pressing kisses down my neck and rubbing her palm against my member.

“Mm, lift your shirt up,” Y/N says and I do what she says, lifting my shirt up and over my head and tossing it across the room. Just as Y/N continues to press kisses down my body. I let a moan slip past my lips as I feel Y/N press small pecks against my hip bones before undoing my belt and gently tugging my pants off.

“Daddy, you’re so hard,” Y/N breathes against my member while licking me over my black boxers, making my hips buck up and letting a moan slip past my lips.

"Stop playing around angel,” I say and I see Y/N’s eyes twinkle with excitement before pressing one last kiss on my boxer covered cock and then peeling my boxers off, making my cock slap up and against my stomach.

“Daddy you’re so big.” Y/N states while licking her lips and then looking up at me as she presses small pecks along my cock before sucking my head into her mouth, making my head fall back while Y/N runs her tongue along my slit gently before running her tongue up and down my cock.

“God,” I moan once Y/N takes me in her mouth. Her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock while her mouth continues to suck me into her mouth. I let my hands gently wrap my hands around hair, making a makeshift ponytail as she begins to bob her head around my cock.

“You look so pretty, baby. My little angel,” I moan as Y/N eyes look up at me before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose pressing against my pelvic bone as she swallows around me and swear words are slipping out of my mouth from left to right because, fuck does this feel amazing.

“Ahh fuck baby, I’m gonna come,” I moan as Y/N keeps on deep throating me. I tightly grip Y/N’s hair in my hand and begin to make Y/N bob her head more frequently then before but at slower paste making me nearly come when I feel Y/N’s tongue running up and down my slit once again.

“Y/N- Holy shit- Fuck,” I moan when I see Y/N stare up at me, her eyes twinkling as I feel my self spilling into her mouth. “Mm, you taste so good daddy.”

“God, you’re gonna be the death of me, come here angel,” I say breathless and Y/N does just that, moving her body up from between my legs to rest in my lap, her thighs pressing against my hips while her lips meet mine.

“God you’re so wet, I can feel you dripping through your panties angel.” I state, making Y/N moan when she feels my finger run against her clothed slit. “Daddy.”

“Mm, don’t worry, daddy is gonna make you feel good angel, don’t worry.” I state while pushing Y/N’s panties aside and running my fingers along Y/N’s slit, making Y/N suck in a breath while dropping her head onto my shoulders.

“Fuck baby, I didn’t even touch you and you’re fucking soaking,” I say while slipping a finger into Y/N’s warm tight heat, making Y/N grip my shoulders tightly in her hands. “Fuck daddy.”

I continue to thrust my index finger into Y/N’s soaking core while making my thumb run fast figure eights on her clit. Once I feel Y/N begin to clench around my finger I decide to add a second one, making Y/N nearly scream, and I gently grip Y/N’s hip in my hand, making her ride my fingers while her white tennis skirt bounces with her hips.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m gonna come,” Y/N moans while picking up her paste, I let a moan slip past my lips as I let go of Y/N’s hip, I grab Y/N’s pink tank top in my hand pulling it down, making her perking nipples spill out of her tank, and I quickly use my other hand and grasp a nipple in my finger and gently pinch and tug on it while my mouth pays attention to the other one.

“Ahh, fuck!” Y/N shouts, her legs shaking against my hips and her hips stuttering against mine while Y/N continues to let moans slip past her lips.

“God that was amazing. I’m glad you’re my daddy.”

“No, no, everything is good down here, don’t worry mom, just enjoy yourself.” I say into the phone while I feel Y/N tugging on the sleeve of my black and red flannel. “Y/N stop, I’m talking to my mom right now.”

“No it’s nobody mom, continue.” I say into the phone while I see Y/N whine and pout her bottom lip. I let a sigh slip through my lips before I slump into the couch more with my eyes shut and continue to listen to what my mom is saying about heating the casserole in the fridge properly.

“No I’m not hungry right now. Listen mom-Shit,” I moan out when I feel Y/N rub her hand over my cock. I let my eyes pop open and I stare at Y/N with a dangerous glare. “No, I dropped something by accident, continue.”

“Daddy I want your cock,” Y/N whispers in my ear before shoving her hands down my jogging pants and into my boxers. I let a moan slip past my lips when I feel Y/N’s cold palm against my now growing cock.

“Y/N you better stop or you’ll get punished.” I state, moving my phone away from my ear as I watch Y/N just shrug her shoulders before peeling my jogging pants and boxers down to my ankles and running her tongue alongside my cock.

“Uh yeah, yeah, I’m listening. You said to not put it in the microwave,” I breathe out with a shaky breath.

“Mm, I love how hard you get daddy.” Y/N states before taking me all the way into her mouth, her nose brushing against my pelvic bone as she deep throats me. My mouth letting a moan slip past my lips.

“I-I just stubbed my toe mom. Listen I need to go now. Yeah I’m getting pretty tired, okay, love you too, bye.” I say with a shaky breath before hanging up the phone and gripping Y/N from her hair and pulling her off of my cock.

“Do you think that was a good idea angel?” I ask Y/N and she lets out shrug before starring at me with her doe eyes.

“I’m horny daddy. I wanted your cock and you weren’t paying me any attention,” Y/N says with an innocent tone while playing with the ends of her white tennis skirt.

“Oh, you’ll get attention now. Lay across my thighs angel.” I state and Y/N eyes immediately shining with worry and disbelief. “No, daddy I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it. Daddy please don’t.”

“Oh no angel, do you think you can back out now?”


“So lay across my thighs.” I state and Y/N lets out a whimper before bending over and laying across my thighs. I peel Y/N’s skirt up to see her not wearing any panties, her naked backside in my face.

“You’re so wet and I didn’t even do anything to you.” I state while running my finger along Y/N’s wet soaking slit. I hear Y/N suck in a breath before grasping onto my calf tightly.

“I want you to count for me, okay?” I ask and all I see Y/N do is bob her head.

"I’m sorry I didn’t hear you, what was that?”

“Yes, daddy.” Y/N says and from there I begin to lay my hands upon her perky backside, her ass cheeks jiggling around as I continuously lay my hands upon her now crimson ass cheeks. After every smack on Y/N’s cheeks, I feel her grip tighten around my calf.

“Twenty.” Y/N whimpers out before she gently turns around in my lap and rises up and presses a kiss on my lips.

“You still want daddy’s cock?” I mumble against Y/N’s lips while she continues to place light and gentle pecks against my lips. “Mhm, please.”

“So ride me angel,” I say while watching Y/N tug her white halter top over her head and pulling her skirt off also. After she peels her skirt down her legs, she sets her self on my hips once again, and I see a smirk written on her strawberry coloured lips before she reaches behind herself and grips my aching cock in her soft tiny hands and slips my cock in her tight wet heat.

“Fuck,” Y/N and I moan in unison as soon as she begins to move her hips against mine, her hips moving in a delicious way that it makes my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth fall open, leaving me speechless. 

“Fuck, daddy, your cock is so huge,” Y/N moans as she increases her pace, making my eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Y/N’s tight walls wrap around my cock in the most sinful way.

“Fuck Luke,” Y/N moans as I begin to thrust up into Y/N her hips continuing to move sinfully against mine. I let my eyes fall on Y/N’s face as she continues to ride me.

“Spank me Luke, please,” Y/N whimpers while placing her hands against my chest as she begins to ride me.

“I thought you didn’t like to get spanked?” I ask in a questioning tone while smacking my hand against her ass, Y/N’s body jolting up and a moan slipping past her lips as her eyes fly open.

“God I love getting spanked, spank me more, please!” Y/N moans and I let a chuckle slip past my lips before placing five more slaps against Y/N’s ass and thrusting my hips up into hers. “Fuck I’m gonna come.”

“Me too,” I moan as I feel Y/N’s walls begin to clench and unclench against my cock. I release my hand from Y/N’s ass and place my thumb on her clit as I begin to rub slobby figure eights on her clit, and after that Y/N and I are totally gone. Her body withering against mine as I feel her come, and I let my arms wrap around Y/N’s waist as I come with her.

“God that was amazing,” Y/N sighs while running her hands down my arms and pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“It’s always amazing with you, angel.”

[ I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes!!! ]

Every sunrise has a story behind it.

And what this photo doesn’t show is the wind, the icy rain, the minus temperatures or our burning calves as we sprinted up Feldberg mountain only to be nearly hurled off the other side by the elements.

This was only after we’d woken up at 4:30am with the intention of going hiking through the Black Forest to get to the peak by sunrise, when the wind chill killed our phone batteries, which were our only map, and left us lost in the dark. And let me tell you there’s a reason it’s called the Black Forest. So plan B was to jump in the van, floor it round to the other side of the mountain, and sprint the remaining kilometre all in time for sunrise.

And our reward? A double rainbow stretching across the entire mountain as we stood on top of the Black Forest, triumphant. But what was even more rewarding was crawling back into bed each with a hot mug of tea.

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Do No Harm - Chapter 2

Into whatsoever houses I enter, I will enter to help the sick 

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The words began to blur on the pages before her. Actual printed pages, a rarity anymore. They were just initial findings. Ramblings of people who knew the words, but didn’t know what they truly meant. “Augmented” was used a lot. How could anyone ever willingly ask for this to be done to them?

Extreme bradycardia. Hypothermia to the point where a normal human should be long dead. All kinds of changes made the rest of the body on a cellular level to be able to live with the low temperature and extremely low blood pressure. If one could call it living, even. Talon’s Widowmaker was a cold walking corpse.

And this was her Amélie, supposedly. This was the real Amélie. A literal cold-blooded killer.

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Levy had no idea why she had agreed.

Why, why, why, why, why had she thought it might be a good idea?

Levy rolled on her bed, with her face smushed into her pillow, kicking her legs. She was a ball of completely-freaking-out emotions.

Today, she was going to meet Gajeel.


Her sexting friend, Gajeel.

The guy who she accidentally messaged a revealing photo of herself to and then proceeded to flirt, play with herself and continue to sext for days on end.

Somehow in that time, they had become sort of friends. More than just sexters. So, obviously, the next step was meeting in person. Which apparently Gajeel had no problem with because it was his idea.

Levy groaned. She was so nervous. Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it was going to leap out of her mouth. She sat up and looked at the clock. It was 8:30 a.m. She had two hours to get ready and look good. She could do this. She could totally do this. She sat up, slapped herself lightly on her cheeks and tried to feel determined.

The problem, other than the overwhelming nerves wracking her body, was Levy had no idea what to wear.

She had been portraying herself as some kind of experienced or sexy woman. But she wasn’t. Levy had never even kissed a boy, despite what some of the text messages she’d sent might suggest. And she certainly didn’t think she was sexy. She was short, had basically no breasts, and looked more like a child than a seventeen year old girl.

She wanted to look good. But really, what Levy wanted, wasn’t to disappoint him. She clutched her fingers around her arm and stared at herself in the mirror. Would she be enough? Just her, the way she was. Would he hate it? Levy bit her lip.

After a moment, she took a deep breath. She would have to be enough. So she put on the dress that Lucy told her she looks beautiful in, an orange sun dress with off the shoulder sleeves. She slipped on some brown and white sandals, showing off her painted light pink toenails. Her hair she wore down with loose curls, and a white headband.

She dashed some mascara on her eyes, a little blush on her cheeks and some lip balm to soften her lips. She checked herself out in the mirror again. She smiled, and although it was fake, she kept smiling, trying to make it real. Her mother told her to fake it until she made it. So she was going to do that. She would be happy and confident on the outside, even if she was a total disaster on the inside.

Her phone buzzed. With trepidation, she looked at it, but breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t from Gajeel. It was from her friend Cana, the only person Levy had told about her texting escapades. Or more like, Cana had stolen her phone after getting suspicious and Levy had been forced to explain it.

Good luck today, Lev! Don’t worry, he’ll love you. And if he doesn’t, I’ll post his pictures all over the internet!

Levy smiled and sighed. She responded with a thank you, and then, it was time to go.

They had arranged to meet at the Founders Statue in Fairy Park. It was a pretty area and the sun was shining, so Levy was encouraged that it might be a good sign that the day was nice.

Levy arrived fifteen minutes before the time they had arranged. She stood beneath the statue, back straight, shoulders tense, lips biting and hands unsure of what to do. She shifted from foot to foot, her arms crossed and uncrossed. She had never felt so nervous before.

But she refused to look up. Levy stared at one spot on the pavement in front of her, terrified of making eye contact with anyone just in case the moment arrived and she was meeting eyes with Gajeel. That Gajeel. With the eight-pack. And pierced nipples. And large…

Levy felt her cheek heat up and burn. She covered her face with her hands and shook her head.

“What you doin’, Shrimp?”

Levy froze. It was him. Gajeel. His voice was breathtaking. Gravelly, deep, and sexy as hell. Exactly what she had been imagining. Her heart slammed against her chest. She didn’t remove her hands from her face, but she peaked through her fingertips at the shoes in front of her. Black combat boots. Tucked into black jeans. She kept her face covered as eyes eyes trailed up his body. Grey singlet. Very muscular arms on nice skin.

When Levy got to his face, her hands dropped.

“Gajeel,” she breathed.


Gajeel watched her as she put her hands to her face and started shaking her head. She really was a Shrimp. Just a tiny thing waiting for him. He suddenly felt big and awkward. Levy, that girl he had come to think of as his Shrimp, was actually here in front of him. His heart started pounding.

She was so pretty. Like a pixie. The dress she had on made her skin look milky and soft, her legs looked slender and her hair was pretty, back in a headband. He took a deep breath and looked down at himself. He felt so simple. Black and grey, big clunky boots. He looked like some kind of gangster compared to her good girl appearance.

He could leave now. He could just go. She hadn’t seen him, she wasn’t even looking. He could tell that she was nervous. He could just go and she’d never know. But then he would have to stop messaging her. Stop talking to her. Avoid her forever. And that was something that he just couldn’t bring himself to do. She was so… she was just so interesting. He wanted to know everything about her.

So he took those last few steps and stood in front of her.

“What ya doing, Shrimp?”

His throat felt dry, and he wanted to cough, to try and get the cobwebs out of it so he wouldn’t sound so stupid but he couldn’t. He stood and waited while she opened her eyes and peeked at him through those small, delicate hands. His heart thumped, she didn’t realise that she was being so cute it was almost unbearable. But he was terrified. He wanted her to like him, but he knew that he wasn’t like the people she’d known. Probably she was used to pretty rich boys. He wasn’t like that at all.

“Gajeel,” her voice was light, like a breath of fresh air and when she said his name without a hint of disgust, of anything but amazement, he felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders.

He started to feel hot, with her staring at him like that. Her hands had dropped from her face, revealing a perfectly beautiful girl with big, shining eyes and lips that made him want to kiss her immediately.

And then she held out her hand and her face looked funny in her embarrassment.

“Sorry - Levy. Shrimp. I’m so-, Sorry, I’m Levy, sorry,” she stammered and stuttered and her cheeks became pink. Gajeel stared at her hand in amusement before he took it.

He laughed. “Gihi, Shrimp. I know who you are.”

Levy’s face flooded with red and embarrassment. “O-of course you do,” she said.

Gajeel like the feeling of her hand in his.

“Ya know,” Gajeel looked down at her, grinning. He felt really happy. “You’re shorter in person than I thought you were. Definitely a shrimp.”

Levy pouted and Gajeel felt that familiar thumping in his chest.

“Well, it’s not my fault you’re like some hulking giant,” she said, sounding like a little girl.  

Gajeel laughed and he saw that Levy was smiling. A glint on the ground caught his eye, and after a moment he realised that there was a small camera aiming straight up Levy’s dress. Gajeel was almost surprised at how quickly the anger and rage welled in him. He knew Levy was saying something, but he couldn’t hear her. Some pervert was trying to upskirt his girl.

He stepped around the confused Levy and slammed his foot to the ground, feeling the camera crushing beneath his boots. He heard the shriek of the perve and reached around the statue, grabbing the man at his collar and lifting him, straining his body so he could look this disgusting guy in the eyes and punch his lights out.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Gajeel asked, trying and failing to keep his emotions in check. “You some kind of a pervert?”

The man looked like he was going to piss himself. Gavel was disgusted at his pathetic whimpering, “No, no, please I - ”

“Don’t lie to me,” Gajeel narrow his gaze, intimidating him. “Were you taking photos up her dress?”

Sweating and afraid, the man nodded and the anger that coursed through Gajeel needed to come out with a heavy punch to the perverts face.

“Wait, Gajeel.”

Levy’s voice brought him out of his trance of anger. Gajeel looked at her in surprise.

“Let me talk to him.”

Gajeel, confused, but not daring to disobey the suddenly very determined Shrimp, shrugged, trying to contain himself and roughly shoved the man back against the statue, not letting him get away.

“He’s a pervert,” Gajeel growled, trying to figure out what the hell Levy was doing.

Levy nodded, “I know.”

Gajeel watched as her facial expression changed from angry to a strange and frightening calm as she walked towards them. Her eyes were locked on the perve in his grip. She walked to him, clenched her fist and tensed her body and then Gajeel watched in amazement as his little Shrimp threw her entire body into the punch that broke the man’s nose.

He let him go, and the pervert fell to the ground, screeching and clutching his nose. But Levy wasn’t done. Gajeel watched with wide eyes as the calm exterior turned into a rage.

“The only person who gets pictures of me is him,” Levy’s voice was lower and more threatening than Gajeel had imagined it could be. But what really got him is what she said. That he was the only one. It made him feel strangely proud, and like he’d won something. That feeling of complete and total success and relief.

“You perverted old man.”

She sounded so disgusted that Gajeel, all his anger forgotten in his awe at this tiny girl, had to hold back a laugh. She seemed to have forgotten that he was there at all. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and called the police, while she retrieved the memory card from the camera he had crushed. Once she hung up, she turned around and Gajeel was just staring at her.

He couldn’t help but think that the accidental photo she had sent time was something like fate. She was amazing. She was just everything.

Her face turned red again and Gajeel grinned.

“So I’m the only one that gets photos, yeah?” He asked.

Levy’s face turned a deeper shade of red.

“That’s - I mean,” she bit her lip and Gajeel held back from taking her and kissing her then. “Yes,” she said quietly, shyly, in a way that made Gajeel almost tremble.

Gajeel leaned against the statue and looked at her.

“Ya know, Shrimp,” he said. “I reckon we’re gonna have a real good time together.”

Levy looked back at him, her eyes were shining, but they were filling with tears. Gajeel frowned and walked over to her. She looked down at her hand.

“I think I broke it.”

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Smoky, dusty light.
An unmade bed.
Books on shelves, stacked together in crevices between doorways, books filled with neat handwriting.
It always snows here. Blinding white light peaks through windows.
Basil, spicy black pepper, cardamon, and cypress.
A small, wooden table set for two. Fresh flowers are arranged in small glass cup.
Handwoven cloth napkins with small designs on them: flowers, bunnies, and constellations.
Heavy animal furs draped over unmade beds, over couches, and over bare shoulders.
Long, ashen candles that collects the darkness like a prize.
Skeletal remains of mysterious creatures, locked away in glass.
Empty bottles of vodka scattered throughout the apartment.
Through one window, a beautifully manicured rose bush. Buds of the darkest red guard its view. Potent red lipstick, a black-as-the-abyss dress which glimmers with sequins, and bouncy curls. Only one man has seen it but together before.
A moody ginger cat with its hair askew. It’s protective of her, tolerates him.

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A Night In

A/N: This is lengthy and a little bit different. I hope you like it! Let me know if you have any requests :) I have a bit more free time in the near future and plan on writing at least a few things.

You decided to wait until the next morning to respond to Spencer’s text, knowing you’d both be up entirely too late talking or planning if you responded that night. You kept having to remind yourself that you’d just met him, because you already felt so comfortable with him, he’d met your friends and he’d texted you right after the best date of your entire life. Spencer Reid felt like he’d been written into your life at the perfect moment- school was going well and you had a handle on friendships and even were ahead on internship applications.

You couldn’t help grinning when your alarm went off - there was already another text from Spencer that read Good morning, I really did have a wonderful time with you last night. I hope you don’t suffer for it today!

You noted that you had a slight headache- probably from being tired and not drinking enough water last night. You quickly responded I had a great time with you, too. Don’t worry, nothing too bad on my end. How are you feeling? before downing a glass of water and showering quickly. When you returned, with one towel on wrapped around your head and one wrapped around your body, you read My head’s felt better, but my heart hasn’t which immediately made you smile and cringe a little bit. Before you could figure how to respond, another text from Spencer appeared Please pretend I’d said “My head’s felt better, but no regrets”. You shook your head with a smile, but decided to give him that.

 You texted him a little as you got ready for the day, and by the time you left the house, you had plans to go to his place after you were finished with class and he was done with work since neither of you wanted to go out again but you wanted to see one another. You were more than happy to get out of Foggy Bottom and he had boasted about a large movie selection and promised dinner. When class got out around 4pm, you went home to leave your things and change. You could not believe how excited you were to spend a night talking to Spencer and watching movies and doing whatever he was up for, really, which was most surprising.

 You wondered how much effort you should but in, but didn’t want to be uncomfortable or seem like you were trying too hard. You settled on lacy black panties and a matching bra under leggings, a white tank top and an open front purple cardigan. Some of the black lace peaked through around the straps of the cardigan and you put on just enough makeup to cover up your lack of sleep and make your eyes look big and awake. You added a raspberry stain to your lips and let your hair fall over your shoulders, finishing off with socks and the same black boots. Boldly, you decided to pack some makeup and a toothbrush as well as roll together a t-shirt and another pair of leggings into the bag you always carried. You didn’t plan on sleeping with him tonight, but maybe you’d still sleep over.

 You went to a nearby liquor store and bought a bottle of wine Spencer had given you his address, so you called an Uber and got there in record time. It was just after 5:30pm when you made your way to his building. The man at front desk looked truly surprised when you mentioned you were there to see Spencer Reid, but he simply said, “beautiful girl, be gentle with him.” which you were certainly not expecting.

 And you were definitely not expecting to find the door slightly open and hear conversation. For a moment you wondered if you had the wrong apartment number, but then you could make out Spencer’s voice.

 “Like this?” he asked, a little hesitantly.

 “Exactly! Never thought I’d see the day,” came a gruffer Italian accent. Whoever it was sounded pleased. They couldn’t hear you knocking, so you made your way in, placing your bag and shoes at the door.

 “Um, I hope I’m not interrupting anything!” you said cautiously when neither man heard your enough to turn around. Spencer turned immediately and froze, blushing deeper than you’d seen him. The other man, who was older and had dark hair and facial hair, stepped toward you.

“Bellisima!” he declared, enveloping you in a hug, which you returned warmly. He smelled of spices and slightly of cigar smoke.

“Rossi!!” Spencer called, when you’d perhaps been embracing for a beat longer than he liked. The man- Rossi?- laughed and took a step back.

“My name’s David, Bellisima,” he introduced.

“Oh! David Rossi! Spencer speaks so highly of you. I’m Y/N, it’s so lovely to meet you. Are you staying for dinner?” Rossi seemed to consider it; he had been dying to meet the girl that was worth Spencer trying to cook. One look from Spencer, however, killed that plan. Based on Spencer’s actions, there would be time for introductions at a later date.

“Unfortunately, I’m on my way to my own dinner plans and just stopped by to help Spencer with a few touches for dinner. We’ll all get together soon!” Rossi said, kissing your cheek; he was gone before you or Spencer could say anything else.

With Rossi gone, Spencer finally came forward to greet you. He was shy, as he had been yesterday, but his eyes followed the line of your body as he stepped forward. You smirked internally, very happy with the reaction. Spencer himself was wearing flannel pjs and a gray Henley- looking extremely casual and comfortable. It crossed your mind that he had intended to change and had expected more time by the way he glanced at his own attire, but you thought he looked adorable.

Understanding your role was to be bolder than he was, you flung yourself into his arms. He caught you, feeling surprisingly strong in the way he held you to him for a moment. You were on your tippy toes, and used the angle to your advantage, pulling back to kiss him softly but not briefly. You continued to kiss him until he broke the kiss, eyes wide, lips slightly berry stained and face flushed.

“Hi…Y/N” he all but whispered and you smiled. You broke away from him and went into the kitchen where the two of you chatted comfortably- as if that kiss had not just happened- as the food finished cooking. You were surprised when Spencer came up directly behind you and reached above your head to get wine glasses instead of asking you to step aside. You used the moment to spin around and kiss him again, which caused him to nearly drop the glasses. He steadied himself wildly and you couldn’t help but laugh. He, too, burst into a fit of laughter that trailed off happily. A moment later, he handed you a glass of delicious white wine.  

Dinner was delicious and accompanied by a couple more classes of wine. Before long, you and Spencer had made your way to the couch and your head was in his lap as he looked down at you. You tried not to focus too intently on how taut his pajamas felt, but you must not have been doing the best job because he blushed and tried to apologize. You were having none of that, crawling into his lap and kissing him again. This time, his arms made their way around you and you sucked in his bottom lip, rolling it lightly between your teeth. Before you could take things any further, Spencer pulled away. He looked torn, embarrassed and…upset? Oh god, had you done something stupid.

“Y/N, I..I..really can’t believe I’m about to say this. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known, and you’re sweet and funny and kind. You make me feel like I’ve known you forever, when we really met yesterday, but…” you braced yourself for the worst- he wasn’t into you, he had a girlfriend, he was leaving the country, he only had two months to live, he really just wasn’t into you- “I…I like to take things um…very slowly…in terms of anything more um..physical than this…” he looked at you as if he expected you to laugh in his face and leave. Instead, you nuzzled in closer.

“Spencer, I haven’t told anyone who doesn’t need to know this, but I have only ever been fully physical with one person and that was a few years ago. I love to kiss and cuddle and be close but…sex is really important to me and I’m happy to move as slowly as you want.” In reality, you’d assumed this is what anyone in his position would expect quickly and you liked him too much not to want to be physical with him. Waiting, however, was anything but a problem.

You only caught a glimpse of the relief in his eyes before his lips crashed back into yours. You spent the next seven hours on the couch- movies played, a second bottle of wine was opened and you kept each other intrigued with stories and questions. You heard about his past heartbreak, and he heard of yours. You talked about families, pets, ambitions for the future- anything was allowed. By midnight, you felt as if you had honestly known this man forever. Already, you didn’t want to think about not knowing him. Spencer finally glanced up at the clock around 12:30.

“Wow Y/N, I didn’t realize it was so late. Do you, um, are you going to…” you expected him to say head out, but he said, “Stay here tonight?” You knew he didn’t date often or like to share space- he’d told you as much.

“If you want me, here I am.”

“Y/N…I really think I could get used to that.”

And that night, you both slept more peacefully than you had in months, basking in the warm of one another and your fateful meeting.

we were in the year 1794 and I was talking with the head of the house we were staying at. He was telling me the rules and the price of staying at his home on such short notice. I nodded along to everything he was saying when I heard a squeak of a door. I looked passed the man to see a little girl peaking through a door. She looked about 10 with long black hair and olive skin. I tried smiling at her but she just frowned at me like she didn’t approve of my staying here.
I had this ready at around 4 PM and am just now getting around to posting it at 7:30 PM….I had a bad day…so I don’t have much to say about this haha. at least I drew someone new for the time traveler story, even tough the writing is still in his perspective.

Christmas with Mikey

It was Christmas morning. You sit up in your bed beside your boyfriend Michael, who is softly snoring. You sneak out of bed and go downstairs to start making breakfast for your tiny family. You were pregnant and tonight you were going to tell Michael. You had found out a few weeks ago and you thought you would wait to tell Michael on Christmas. You started scrambling some eggs when you hear foot stops coming down the stairs. You turn to your beautiful boyfriend. His jet black hair a mess, sleepy eyed, in nothing but basketball shorts. The sunlight peaking through the window, shining onto his porcelain skin, making the black ink on his tattoos stand out more. He lets out a yawn and you watch him lovingly. He smiles at you and walks over to you and kisses you, “morning beautiful,” he whispers and you smile, “morning.” You say and turn back to your food and he wraps his arms around you and lays his head on your shoulder, “Merry Christmas” he mumbles and sways the both of you back and forth and kisses your cheek. “Merry Christmas Mikey” you say with a big smile. He goes and sits at the table letting you finish making breakfast. You finish and sit all of the food on the table, you guys start to eat and then after you get ready for the day. You both spend most of the day cuddled on the couch, in ugly Christmas sweaters watching some Christmas movies. Later on in the day around 5 is when you guys finally decide to open your presents from each other. You separate the gifts and take turns opening them. The night was filled with “thank yous” and kisses. The both of you were about to finish when you notice a small present sitting at the back of the tree which was hidden by the much larger ones. You grab it and look at Michael, “Mikey, whose is this”? You ask him. “Yours” he says with a smile, “open it.” You open the small box to reveal a beautiful diamond necklace. You gasp at the sight of it .. “Mikey.. it’s beautiful.” You say in awe as you stare at the beautiful piece of jewelry in your hands. He smiles, “want me to put it on you?” he ask and you nod in response. He places the expensive diamonds around your neck. You turn to face him, and his green eyes light up at the view in front of him. “You’re so beautiful..” he whispers. “Michael I.. I don’t know what to say.. Thank you.. thank you so much.” You ramble. He chuckles at your loss of words and plants a soft kiss on your lips. “You’re welcome kitten.” You guys take seat in the floor in front of the Christmas tree, the lights on the tree making his eyes seem to glow brighter. “I have a gift for you also,” you say with a big smile. You stand up, wondering why you even sit down in the first place, and run and get the small gift. You return and take your place back on the floor in front of Michael and you hand him the gift. He rips off the wrapping paper, thinking you had got him a watch because of the photo on side of the box… he removes the papers inside of the box which covered your pregnancy test. He looks at the gift, then at you. He picks up the positive test with a little slip of paper that reads ‘you’re going to be a daddy! :)’ he looks back up at you. “I’m going to be a daddy?” he ask the obvious question, you’ve now got a huge smile plastered on your face and you nod your head. A smile now forms on his face.. “I’m going to be a daddy!” he says a little louder pulling you into his lap. He places his hands carefully onto your stomach. “Now we can have our on little family.” you whisper and he kisses your cheek. Michael spends the rest of the night calling people and telling them of the new expected baby Clifford, and he also spends the night cuddled up beside his little family. 

Merry Christmas everyone! Sorry I’m crap and haven’t been active! I’m not really a fan of this imagine because I feel like it’s all over the place but here is a cute Christmas fluff .-. I hope your Christmas was great and I hope you got everything you wanted ! Love you guys c: 


The steps of the tower were curled, wicked things, unsteady at best and hazardous at worst, but none of that mattered when you could fly.

Of course the building had been constructed with instability in mind; demons were gleeful, chittering things that thought a mismeasured stairway was funny because just think of all whom would slip and slide and fall and die. Alfred was a little proud of the monument for that exact reason—it displayed the crude simplicity of a mind of evil. You could spread more darkness in a day by throttling the internet than you could through prodding a man’s morality. Humans were creatures who loathed to be personally inconvenienced.

The tower was a symbol innocuously set in earth’s soil as a testament to all Hell stood for.

So it was preposterous that an angel would carelessly choose to perch on the uppermost ridge.

“Are you lost?”

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