#mischevious little snake bastard

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Step Into Christmas - DRW

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Words: 8.4K

Summary: You spend some holiday quality time with your best friend, giving each other the one thing you both want most of all.

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexually explicit content, oral (m&f), unprotected penetrative sex.

“Danny, where do you want these decorations?” You called, detangling tinsel from mistletoe. Every damn year, your curly headed best friend shoved the decorations in a tub, and every year it was left to you to pry them all apart from the giant knot they inevitably tangled into.

His voice carried from the kitchen distractedly, assembling his liquor station for the Christmas shin-dig later, “Wherever you think, Dip, you jazz it up.”

You smirked to yourself at his stupid nickname for you as you answered, “Big mistake, Wagner.” 

A couple of days ago, you’d gotten a little too high and ordered yourselves some ice cream from Uber Eats, and somehow managed to ask for not one, but ten chocolate dip cones. The minute the delivery guy handed over the goods, Danny lost it laughing and he’d been calling you Dip since. 

You poked my head in his closet under the staircase, reaching through the dark and grabbing his step stool, praying no spiders had taken residence between the legs. With a shudder of distaste for the dusty cave-like space, you set the stool down in the doorway between his hallway and the kitchen. You stuck a thumb tack between your teeth and stepped up, holding the mistletoe above your head and centering it. Just as you pushed the pin into the frame, a pair of hands snaked around your waist. 

You let out a quick shriek of surprise, quickly followed by a giggle as Danny’s fingers danced into your ribs. “H-HEY no! Git, go- STOP-“ You wriggled in his grasp, furiously batting his hands away, and he finally had mercy. His hands stilled, but he let them rest on your hips as you both giggled. You hoped the laughter would explain the rosy tint spreading across your cheeks. 

The relationship you had with Daniel was… interesting, to say the least. You’d been friends since middle school, never more. Truth be told, you had the worst crush on him. You had for ages now. Danny never said anything though, and you weren’t about to throw away your best friend for a seemingly tiny chance he might feel the same. You’d been noticing lately, though, his touches that used to be platonic were growing increasingly flirtier as the weeks passed. The night of the ice cream incident, even as touchy as he got when he smoked, he attached himself to your side on the couch and didn’t peel away from you until the next morning when you woke up tangled together, much like the tinsel and mistle you fought to separate. 

Your laughter slowed down but your heart rate picked up, avoiding Danny’s mischevious smile as he still gripped your hips gently. On the stool, you were at eye level with him, and it was an unnerving feeling. You were so used to him leaning his arm on you as he towered over, his chin easily resting on the top of your head when you hugged him. Now, there was a direct line of sight between you, only making you more nervous. 

He jutted his chin out inquisitively, his smirk widening. Bastard. “You alright? Wouldn’t want you to fall.” 

You stepped down from the stool quickly, trying to hide your blush, but he didn’t step back when you moved, forcing you into his chest tightly. You nervously chuckled, pressing your palms into his chest. “I almost did, tickle-monster.” You faintly noted how warm and firm his chest felt under your hands. 

Danny gave you a far-too-knowing grin, and his big brown eyes flicked up to the decoration you’d just placed. He licked his lips, and he eyed your face with a flirtatious twinkle in his eye, then he winked before walking around you down the hall towards the living room. “Nice mistletoe placement, by the way. You hoping for a lil’ lip action?” he called over his shoulder. 

You snorted, flustered as hell, busying yourself with the knot of tinsel. “Yeah, actually. Sammy’s been looking really cute lately, thought I’d make my move.” 

Danny laughed out loud from the living room, making you smile. He knew as well as you did that Sam was like a little brother to you, in all senses. You loved him, and he annoyed the shit out of you. 

“Hey now, that’s my man!” The hum of his ancient stereo system resonated through the area suddenly, followed by the scratch of a needle dropping on a record. 

You giggled as you strung the green fuzzy garland across doorframes and railings. “We’ll have to fight to the death for his love.” 

A familiar funky piano riff sounded from the speakers, and you listened for a second before your brain caught up. Your head tossed back as you laughed, twining the end of the tinsel at the foot of the stairs. You trotted into the living room, making eye contact with Danny, both of you smirking like maniacs at each other as you froze, before erupting into loud singing. 

“Welcome to my Christmas sooooong…” you both shout-sang through laughter. 

Elton John’s Step Into Christmas was your favourite holiday tune in the world, something you bonded with Danny over years ago. It was a running gag at this point, you both sang along as obnoxiously as possible, with the worst exaggerated british accents you could muster. 

You danced over to your friend as you both performed into invisible mics. You giggled as Danny took your hands in his and knelt on one knee before you, looking up at you with drastic, pleading eyes. 

“…By asking youuu if you’d obliiige,” he crooned, slowly rising up to eye level as he sang the next line, “Stepping into christmas… with meeeeee!” You both mimicked Elton’s little piano riff before the chorus, meeting each other’s eyes with manic joy. 

“Step into Christmas, let’s join together, weeee can watch the snow fall forEVER AND EVER…” The pair of you were more shouting than singing at this point. Your laughter choked out your voice as Danny bent your wrists up to hold your hands palm to palm, lacing your fingers together, before pushing and pulling your arms playfully, dancing with you. 

You jumped around for a while, letting Danny spin you a few times, still laughing more than singing, even stepping up on the coffee table to really sell the performance. When the song faded out, you were more out of breath than you’d like to admit, collapsing beside your best friend on the couch in high-pitched giggles. 

For a few moments, you sat in comfortable silence, catching your breath. Danny sat up then, “Oh, just a sec, I’ve got something for you.” 

Your jaw dropped. “Daniel! We said no presents!” You watched him grab a small wrapped rectangle from his small cluster of presents near the tree. 

He flopped back beside you and grinned shyly. “Yeah, well, I actually had this made for you before we agreed that, so it doesn’t count.” 

You giggled, “Your logic is a bit flawed, but I’ll let it slide cause you’re so sweet.” You delighted in his blush, and he handed you the little wrapped box. You smiled crookedly, taking it and gently peeling the paper off. 

Danny rolled his eyes, “Just rip it for fuck’s sake.” 

You stuck your tongue out, continuing to carefully pry the folded corners of the paper. You slid the small box from the paper, trying not to show how secretly nervous you were. You hoped it wasn’t something too nice.

You opened the box, and inside was a dainty gold bracelet, decorated with your birthstone, the small gems delicately set evenly around it. Your jaw fell open, and you felt the air leave your lungs. 

“Danny…” you breathed, fighting the familiar pressure of tears. It was so gorgeous, so deeply personal and sweet of him. The nicest present you’d ever received. 

You blinked up at him after a moment, and he was watching your face shyly, chewing on his lip. “You like it?” he asked softly. 

You simply nodded, cocking your head as you smiled lovingly at him. “Danny I love it, its so beautiful.” He blushed, shrugging shyly. “Well, then it should be worn by a beautiful girl,” he quietly said, looking up at you. 

Your heart fluttered, and you giggled shyly. “Oh hush.” 

He smiled, and he leaned back, picking up the bracelet out of the box. He held both ends and draped it around your wrist, fastening it gently. You pushed down the butterflies that errupted from his gentle touch. 

“There,” he grinned, “perfect.” 

You held your wrist to your heart, leaning back into the couch beside him. “You didn’t have to do this, Dan.” 

He chuckled, “I wanted to. You deserve nice things. I like treating you,” he confessed. You blushed, looking up at the ceiling happily, toying with the beautiful present around your wrist. 

Then out of the corner of your eye, Danny’s head rolled over to look at you. You met his eyes, biting your lip as you smiled at him. He grinned lopsidedly, reaching his hand up to smooth your wild hair. His hand traced down the side of your head, coming to rest on your cheek. You were breathless all over again, unconsciously leaning into his palm. 

His eyes were warm, trailing all over your face with a peculiar smile. Almost curious, certainly affectionate. His thumb brushed across your cheekbone. Feeling suddenly very exposed, you swallowed and leaned back enough to make his hand drop away. You stood up, feeling Danny’s gaze follow you as you walked back down the hallway. “You want a drink?” 

You hoped Danny didn’t notice the shake in your voice. You didn’t see his eyes roll affectionately after you dodged his flirtatious actions. “Peppermint shots?” He called, standing up to follow you. 

At the counter, you grabbed the bottle of seasonal Smirnoff, cracking open the twist cap and grabbing the shot glasses from his cabinet. When he sidled up beside you, you handed him one of the glasses, pouring for both of you with a shake of your head. “This is gonna taste like mouthwash,” you giggled. Danny snickered, examining the shot at eye level. “Probably,” he agreed.

He winked at you, slipping his arm carefully around yours. His heart warmed at the dainty bracelet adorning your wrist, and you both downed the shots with intertwined arms. Your expressions matched comically, cringing at the god-awful vodka. You coughed a little, and Danny laughed through the pain, clapping you on the back a few times. You appreciated the gesture, though his touch definitely made it worse. You set the glass in the sink and shook your head. 

“Ew,” you said plainly. He laughed, “That’s an understatement.”

🎄

The minute the Kiszka’s arrived, the night’s festivities took on their usual level of chaos and inebriation. The music was blasting, making you grateful for the distance between Danny’s place and the neighbors. Drinks were downed, and shenanigans were underway. At some point, Sam tried to bang out some tunes on Danny’s upright piano, missing more keys than he hit in his stupor. Jake and Josh did a lovely rendition of some Queen song that neither of them could remember most of the words to, meaning they made most of them up. With lyrics that were not fit for civilized company. Danny and yourself, though equally buzzed, were the most reserved. In your participation, anyway. There was nothing reserved about Danny’s gaze on you all night. Every time you glanced over at him, his eyes were already devouring you. Amidst the drunken sing-along the brother’s spontaneously burst into, you’d dipped into the kitchen for a breather. 

“Get lost, Dip?” 

You gasped, startling at Danny’s unexpected voice right behind you. Turning your back to the counter you were leaning on, you met his gaze shyly. “Just needed… uh- needed a quick break,” you nervously chuckled, nodding towards the living room.

Danny smirked, stepping closer. You stepped back, your lower back meeting the counter. Your hands rested on the counter at your sides, and your breathing hitched as Danny took another step closer. “A break from them?” He cocked his head, his eyes falling down your body, shamelessly trailing them back up slowly. “Or a break from me?” His eyes met yours, something unreadable in his gaze. 

You chuckled again, your eyes darting sideways nervously. “What- why would I need a break from you?” You feigned indifference, your hitching breath giving you away as he stepped closer still into your space. 

Danny’s teasing smirk was sinful, his dark eyes drinking in your flustered state. “You tell me.” His body leaned forward, catching his weight on his hands as they planted on the counter at either side of you. His body caged you in, his broad chest and muscular arms trapping you in place. So much for escaping the tension. 

Your eyes flickered between his, and before you could register enough to prevent it, they dipped down to his lips and back. Your heart thudded as you realized, and Danny’s smirk grew wider. 

“I need to use the bathroom,” you blurted, ducking under his strong arm and practically running to said room. You didn’t dare turn to look at Danny before you clicked the door shut, locking it behind you. You faintly heard Josh and Sam bickering over lyrics as Jake continued to make up words to the song playing. None of it registered, though, and you heaved a sigh as you looked in the mirror. Your cheeks were pink, and you knew you hadn’t drunk enough to warrant it. You ran a hand over your forehead, mind racing. 

What was that? Did he… was he going to make a move? Did he want to kiss you? You hoped so, but you also ran away. Why did you run away? As terrified as you were in the kitchen, now you were even more scared that Danny would get the wrong idea. You didn’t want him to stop whatever this was. His flirting was making a mess out of you, sure, but you were lying if you said you didn’t love it. You thought back over the last few days, smiling absently to yourself as you remembered similarly charged moments. 

You were broken out of your thoughts by a body thudding into the door, startling you. A muffled grunt and more distant laughter told you one of the boys had walked right into the closed door, and you giggled as you opened it. Jake stumbled in, shaking off the collision and giving you a crooked smile and a salute. You patted the top of his head as you slipped out past him, letting him use the bathroom. “All yours, Jakey.” 

“Thanks, love,” he slurred in his Oliver voice. 

 The hour hand on the clock returned to single digits before the boys called it a night, Jake’s girlfriend picking them up on her way home from her parents. The silence was jarring in the aftermath of the evening, but the quiet was the least of your concerns. After your rendez-vous with Daniel in the kitchen, he certainly didn’t seem put-off as you’d feared. If anything, he doubled down on the flirting. The rest of the night was full of hungry eyes, lingering touches, and delicious tension. After your self pep-talk in the bathroom, you forced yourself to return the attention. If he was going to play this game, then you were too. You were never inclined to let him get the best of you before. If this was a challenge, then challenge accepted. 

When he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, you pressed your hand against his chest. If he whispered a joke in your ear, you were sure you bite your lip and giggle flirtatiously as possible. You made sure he caught you staring at him just as heatedly as he’d done to you. You were sure the boys hadn’t picked up your little game, but by the end of the night you could cut the tension with a knife. Danny seemed to pick up on your shift in attitude, and he lapped up your attention. It was adorably cute the way he puffed up with pride when you returned his PDA. 

You leaned against the doorframe of the hallway watching Danny shut the door behind Jake as his girlfriend steered him drunkenly into her backseat with a muttered thanks. Danny nodded with a smile, exchanging goodnights before letting the door click shut. He turned and leaned his back against the door. His eyes rested on the floor for a moment, looking thoughtful, then locking eyes with you as his hand slid up to twist the deadbolt closed. 

“Well this was a fun night,” you appraised softly, holding eye contact. Danny’s eyes quickly scanned your body, landing once more on your face. 

His voice was buttery and deep as he replied, “It was, wasn’t it.”

He pushed off the door, slowly making his way towards you, his eyes on the floor, a small smirk tipping up the corners of his mouth. He stuck his thumbs in his jeans pockets, his shirt unbuttoned halfway at some point through the night, teasing you with glimpses of his chest. You drank him in, blushing when he paused a few steps in front of you and lifting his eyes to catch you staring. 

You were expecting a teasing remark. You were not expecting him to quickly step forward and push you against the doorframe. 

You gasped, blinking up at his face, his soft curls falling gently over his face. He towered over you, always did with your short stature. So close, he was so close to you, his warmth was threatening to melt you without even touching you. He gently lifted a hand to curl one callused finger under your chin, tilting up your face. He smirked once more, looking infuriatingly cocky as you blushed and held your breath. Confidence suited him deliciously.

“Danny…” you breathed. He leaned closer, “Hm?” Arrogant little shit. 

He then caught your eye, and glanced upwards, nodding for you to look. Following his gaze, you spotted it. The fucking mistletoe you’d hung there this afternoon. It felt like a month ago to you now, and you cursed your past self as your eyes fell back to Danny’s. 

His smirk shifted into a more bashful smile, and he searched your face for any sign of reluctance. “I’m not reading this all wrong, am I?” he whispered, his breath fanning against your face with his proximity. 

His request for assurance gave you a boost of confidence, and you felt your lips quirking up in a playful smile. You gave him a challenging look, shrugging one shoulder. “You tell me,” you echoed his earlier words. Before he could process, you ducked quickly and took off towards the stairs with a giggle. He let out a surprised burst of laughter, and then he was hot on your heels. “Get back here, Y/N,” he growled playfully. You let out a manic little shriek of laughter, dodging the swipe of his hand as you climbed the stairs. “Make me,” you giggled.

You rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, seeing Danny getting closer behind you, and in your panic you giggled and ran down the upstairs hallway. You didn’t realize your mistake until you were already in the room at the end of the hall. The room that happened to be Danny’s bedroom. 

Shit. 

You whipped back around to face him, and he had the most shit eating smirk across his face. He crossed his arms over his chest smugly, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from dipping down to watch his forearms bulge. You inhaled shakily, and Danny’s smirk only got cockier. 

“Danny…” you breathlessly giggled, nerves coloring your tone, “we can talk about this.”

The smug fucker bit his lip, pushing off the door frame and shifting his weight, examining you. He took a step closer, straightening out to his full height. 

“I don’t think I want to talk,” he practically purred, his voice smooth and deep in his chest. With each step he took forwards, you took one backwards, the spark between you threatening to catch any second. You held eye contact until the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed, when everything suddenly moved in superspeed. You stumbled, beginning to fall back, and Danny swooped forward. When your eyes blinked open, you were pressed on your back against his soft comforter, and your best friend’s arms supported his weight on either side of your head. You were caged in, and Danny was on top of you. He quickly crawled over your body, straddling your hips as he balanced on his knees. 

Then you were letting out short shrieks of laughter as his fingers relentlessly danced into your ribcage. “Sweet revenge,” he cackled, mercilessly tickling you without pause as you helplessly thrashed beneath him. 

“DANNY PLEASE- I’m begging youuuu!” you squealed. His eyes lit up, “I like the sound of that. Go on, beg me,” he goaded, moving his hands to your tummy, your ultimate weakness. Your laughter was silent now with a tear streaking down your cheek. You mouthed, “please, please please please stop-“ 

His smirk reappeared, flooding the space between your legs with warmth, as his fingers stilled against your sides and his warm breath still smelling of the hot chocolate with Baileys from earlier puffed gently near your face.

You grinned shyly as you panted, blushing as you met his flirtatious gaze. “Hi,” you giggled quietly, drinking in his beauty up close, his curls falling from behind his ear to tickle your cheek. He leaned down even closer, his lips millimeters from yours as he breathed, “Hey.” 

You heard his breathing falter, and drawing out the delicious tension even farther, you lifted your hips off the mattress and ground gently against his. He let out the sweetest little soft moan, those long dark eyelashes fluttering and his lips curling up in surprise. 

“Tease,” he softly joked, closing the distance. His lips pressed down into yours in the sweetest kiss you’d ever had. Your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him back eagerly, his lips warm and insistent against yours. Your heart pounded as your hands slipped up to hold both sides of his face, soft and so real under your touch. He sighed quietly, tilting his head more to deepen the kiss, your hands slipping into his curls as he parted his lips. Your tongues met in a gentle, brief swipe. 

You moaned, and Danny’s hands slid up your sides slowly, hesitantly smoothing over your chest and delicately cupping your neck. Your nipples hardened under your shirt at his brief touch, and as you whimpered needily as Danny pulled away slowly. 

His dark lashes fluttered open, meeting your eyes with his mossy warm ones. You gave him a shy smile, which he adorably returned, for the first time a light blush colouring his cheeks. “God, your smile,” he whispered. 

Your stomach erupted with butterflies as your eyes took in every detail of his face. “Your everything,” you whispered back. Danny smiled brightly, his perfect nose crinkling endearingly. “What, you think I’m cute or something?” he teased as he continued to examine your face. 

You blushed. “Danny,” you groaned, giggling. His smile widened further, as he pried your hands off your face. “Oh you DO, don’t you,” he sang, leaning down again and rubbing that nose you admired all the time against yours playfully. “You’ve got a crush on me.” 

You smiled wide, quickly ducking your head up and kissing his nose. 

“Of course I do,” you said quietly, looking down shyly. “How could I not.”

Then his lips pecked yours, making you glance up at him again, another wave of butterflies taking over as he flashed that blinding smile. “You’re stunning, baby,” he said softly. 

You poked his cheek gently, smiling, falling back to teasing  “Baby, huh? I like that better than Dip,” you giggled. He nodded, giving you a heartstoppingly warm smile. 

He grunted softly, leaning up on his haunches, stretching out of the uncomfortable position. You giggled, “Relax, grampa.” Danny shot you a playful glare, and you batted your eyelashes innocently. 

His smirk turned a shade darker. Without a word, he easily pushed the palm of his hand between your breasts and shoved you down flat against the bed. You gasped at his strength, the effortlessness of his action getting you flustered again. 

He came down on his elbow beside you, leaning slightly over your body. “What was that?” he feigned ignorance, teasing you. 

You ignored his teasing, simply gazing up at the boy above you, slightly breathless. “Kiss me again.”

Danny’s eyes met yours, the humor dropping from his smile, but stretching equally as wide. He cupped your cheek gently, brushing his nose against your cheek. “Gladly,” he whispered. He pressed his lips to yours softly, but it was torturously brief. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back to you quickly, and he chuckled against your lips, pulling away again. “What’s the matter?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m trying to make out with you and you won’t let me,” you pouted. 

He giggled at your whiny tone, running his finger down the tip of your nose. “You’re cute when you’re needy.”

Shooting him a faux glare, you retorted, “and you’re a tease!” 

He cocked his head, looking far too pleased with himself. “A tease? How am I teasing you, baby?” he questioned, and his hand cascaded down your side as he spoke. You hoped he didn’t feel you shiver under his touch. 

Suddenly a bit breathless, you struggled to hold his gaze. “You’re- you keep…” You trailed off as his hand slid lower, grabbing a fistful of your ass, his eyes darkening. Your eyes darted back and forth between his, and you breathed, “don’t look at me like that.” 

He nudged your nose with his, brushing your lips featherlight over yours. “Like what?” 

“Like you want to fuck me.” 

You watched his eyes squeeze shut, and his jaw clenched under your gentle hold. When they met yours again, his pupils took up most of his eyes, nearly black. 

He whispered against your lips, “and what if I do?”

You whimpered quietly, lacing your hand into his soft curls, trying to pull him closer. “Then we’d have one more thing in common.” Your breathing shook slightly at your admission, hoping he’d just hurry up and do it. 

Danny nipped your bottom lip gently, still not giving in and kissing you. He tried to suppress the nerves that laced his deep rumble. “You…” he swallowed, “you want me to fuck you?” 

Your breath hitched, not expecting it to be that hot coming out of his mouth. “Danny please.” 

Finally his lips crashed into yours, needy hot kisses overtaking your senses. He moaned softly into the kiss, his hand on your ass kneading and gripping. His other hand snaked under your neck to wrap around your shoulders, rolling you on top of him before you could blink. You quickly straddled his waist, whimpering softly and slipping your tongue into his mouth to taste him again. You lowered your hips, grinding gently into his steadily hardening erection, both of you letting out shaky moans into the kiss. You mumbled against his mouth, “Fuck Danny, you didn’t tell me you were so big,” you accented with another, firmer grind. 

He gripped your hips tightly, gritting his teeth. “Christ,” he hissed, “Not something you mention to your best friend,” he smirked. 

You bit your lip, sitting up enough to run your hands down his hot chest, pulling up the hem of his shirt. “I wanna be so much more than friends, baby.” 

Danny tensed slightly, and you quickly looked up from your hands, eyes widening as your words sunk in. You held your breath, waiting for his reaction. 

He searched your face, quietly confirming, “You mean that?” 

You blushed, but shyly nodded, toying with his shirt. 

Danny’s lips turned up in the corners, “You wanna be my girlfriend?” he asked gently. 

You bit your lip, fighting a wide smile and failing. “Of fucking course, boyfriend,” you giggled softly. 

His smile doubled, and he grabbed you by the neck, pulling you down for an excited kiss. You both smiled like idiots as you kissed over and over, excitement soon turning into neediness. 

Your hands migrated under his t shirt, and you smoothed your palms up across his chest. Thumbs swiping over his tight nipples, you took his soft gasp as your cue to start kissing down the sharp jawline you loved so much. 

You tugged gently on his earlobe with your teeth, and his grip on your hips moved up under your shirt, caressing your sides. “Shit,” he whispered breathily, giving your middle a gentle squeeze, as though reassuring himself that he wasn’t dreaming. The thought made you smile as you worked down his gorgeous neck. His quick inhale let you know you’d found a good spot, and you sucked lightly, nipping at the skin where his neck met his collarbones. The most delectable whimper resonated under your hands, and you moaned softly at his response. 

“Fuck, Danny, you’re so hot,” you whined, lips still pressed to his neck. He muffled a groan, tucking his lip under his teeth. You stuck your tongue out, flattening it and licking the sensitive skin before kissing a trail back up. His hands roamed as you explored his neck, first caressing your hips and ribcage, then slowly getting braver and slipping his fingers under the band of your bra. You smirked against his cheek, kissing the corner of his mouth before pulling back. He looked adorably flustered, blinking up at you with his brows furrowed. You toyed with the hem of your shirt, seated over his firm bulge. 

He swallowed, gently pushing your hands away. “Let me… can I take this off?” he asked.

Nodding with a warm smile, your vision was briefly obscured as he lifted your top up over your head. You relished in the way his breath hitched. 

“Fuck me,” he breathed, his large hands coming up to cup and tentatively squeeze your breasts through your bralette. 

You sighed at his touch, watching his reaction to you. It suddenly occurred to you that this was really, finally happening, and though slightly nervous, you were primarily just relieved and excited. You bit your lip, catching his eye, and you shared a shy smile, a wordless check-in. You didn’t need to verbalize it, you knew he was feeling the same way. 

Your boyfriend.

You reached behind you and quickly unhooked your bra clasp, letting it fall away before his heated eyes. A small, choked whimper left his lips and his hands returned to your now bare breasts, squeezing with a little more confidence, even swiping those callused thumbs over your nipples, eliciting a shiver. 

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, looking like his heart was about to stop. You bit back a laugh, leaning forward, his hands pressing more firmly into your chest. His eyes followed his hands through the angle change, pressing them together momentarily, then tugging and twisting ever so gently at your nipples. You let out a slightly too loud moan, but Danny was only fueled by it. He leaned up, honestly an impressive show of core strength, flicking his tongue up over your nipple and sucking into his perfect lips. Only then did his eyes dart up to yours, looking you in the eye as he sucked at your breast. 

So much for composure. 

Your head tossed back and you whined, lacing your fingers into his curls. “Yesss, Danny fuck,” you ground into him once more, anything to get relief from the ache between your legs. His erection hit that perfect spot, your eyes fluttering shut. 

He pulled back with a wet kiss, laying back and lifting his arms as you tore his shirt over his head. You immediately leaned down, kissing over his pecs as your hands ran down his soft, muscular tummy. You smiled mischeviously as your thumbs brushed that delicious dark trail of hair under his belly button, remembering all the sweet little fantasies that tortured you at night. Til now, anyway. 

You lifted your head, tracing one finger down that trail. Danny bit his lip, watching your finger slip lower, dipping under the button of his jeans. You popped it open before meeting his gaze questioningly, with a quirk of your eyebrow. He shot you a cheeky smile, reaching down to tug his zipper down. 

You grinned, “Oh, eager are we?” 

He chuckled, gently placing your hand back in place over his lower abdomen. “Babe, I’ve been fantasizing about this for ages, I’m amazed I have this much self control.” His chest rumbled with the lustful depth of his voice, sending a wave of arousal southward. 

“You fantasized about me?” Your question was accompanied by a teasingly light caress of his bulge over his black boxers. Danny swallowed harshly, nodding. “Yeah, did you?” 

“God, yes.”

He smirked at your answer, his abs tightening from his inability to buck his hips into you. “What did you think about?” 

You blushed, despite straddling his thighs with your tits out, and smiled. “You tell me first,” you giggled. 

He smiled, laying his head back into the pillow, looking at the ceiling. His cheeks coloured pink, and he chuckled. “I imagined pretty much everything with you, Dip.”

You rolled your eyes affectionately at the nickname, but ignored it. “What exactly, baby, cmon, details.” You teased your finger absently down the length of his prominent bulge, barely hard enough for him to feel it, but he twitched under you nonetheless. 

He swallowed a whimper, still looking at the ceiling, not at you. “I… um…” 

You scooched down the bed some, slowly making your way between his denim clad thighs. You rested your hands on them, squeezing the muscle. “If you tell me, I’ll do it,” you cooed teasingly. His jaw clenched above you, and you smiled. 

“Your mouth,” he strained, “sucking me.” He looked down at you finally, and his eyes were two shades darker. Your breath hitched, from both his words and the feral look on his face. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” you whispered. He bit his lip hard, his eyes dipping slightly down from your eyes to his straining cock, still half contained in his jeans. You followed his gaze, running your hands up his thighs, brushing over him and tugging his jeans down. His hips lifted off the bed to help you wiggle the tight denim off. You tossed them behind you and kissed his thigh. You palmed over his length and whimpered softly at the size of him.

“Fuck Danny, I’ve never sucked a dick this big before,” you whined hungrily, squeezing him. He was girthy too, and so warm. Danny groaned, his jaw hanging open slightly, and you couldn’t help it. You’d wanted to tease him, but you needed to taste him too badly. You tugged his boxers down his hips, and watched as his length was slowly unveiled like a delicious christmas present, inch by inch uncovered until his cock bobbed freely. 

He watched your face with a smug, yet bashful smile. “You know, you’re fucking torturing me.” You hummed questioningly, feigning innocence. “So close, and that innocent look on your face,” he continued lowly. You looked up, smirking and leaning down closer. 

You spoke close enough to him that he could feel your breath against him, “Poor baby, you want this pretty cock sucked?” 

His jaw dropped, and he groaned quietly, nodding. “Please,” he breathed.

Leaning down, you let your lips graze his velvety tip, “God, I can’t wait to taste you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss against his head. 

He whimpered, “Please, please, fuck I- OHHhh-“ his voice cut off into a low moan as you brought his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him slowly before sucking gently. Your hand wrapped firmly around the base of him, giving him a few gentle strokes. 

You hummed into him, your eyes fluttering shut at the salty taste of his precum. He tasted as delicious as he looked, curls a wild mane around his head as he succumbed to pleasure. His chest rose and fell rapidly, not from exertion, but lust. “Oh my god, yes, fuck, ohhh,” he mindlessly praised, his hand coming to hold your hair away for you. Your eyes crinkled in a smile around him, and you flicked your tongue gently over his frenulum. Danny choked out a slurred plea, “Fuck, ohh, mmm, god yes,” his hand in your hair tugging gently as his fist clenched. “Fucking suck me,” he growled.

You moaned into him, happily obliging, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. You suctioned tightly, steadily bobbing your head. Danny’s head tossed back, and his hips jutted slightly into your mouth, nearly gagging you before he caught himself. You pulled off him for a gasp of air, and quickly jerked his length as you caught your breath.

He leaned up on his free elbow, watching you in awe, his lips parted in pleasure. “Holy shit,” he panted. 

You gave him a bashful smile, “Good?” You didn’t wait for his answer to duck back down and suck on his tip, your hand still pumping him. He groaned, his eyes losing focus, “So fucking good, feels so good baby.” 

Your eyelids drooped in lust at his words of praise. You never knew how much you’d get off on his pleasure, but you’d never been so horny in your life than hearing him losing his composure. 

Before you could react, he was pulling you off him, a lewd wet noise echoing as he slipped out from your lips. He shuddered, pulling you up alongside him. His large, rough hands cupped your face as he kissed you furiously, earning a hungry moan and your hands wrapping around his broad shoulders. He took the chance to roll you onto your back, and he swung his leg over in between yours as the makeout continued. Your eyes rolled back under your closed lids, feeling him poking your stomach, the muscle in his shoulders and back flexing. You momentarily admired your new boyfriend’s strength and masculinity. He sloppily but enthusiastically trailed open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and you once more treated yourself to a fistful of his silky soft curls. “Fuck, baby, want you so bad,” you whined, arching your neck into his mouth. 

He chuckled darkly, sinking his teeth gently into your shoulder before licking over the spot. “So fucking hot,” he growled into your collarbone, scooching lower to squeeze your breasts and suck your nipple between his lips, popping them as he glanced up at you darkly, “what do you want, now?” His smirk was gonna be the death of you.

You tried to gently push his head lower, but he raised up off your body, “ah ah ah, use that sweet little voice and tell me what you need.” 

You shut your eyes, stifling any embarrassment in favor of losing yourself in the moment. “Want you to play with my pussy, want your mouth all over me,” you blurted softly. 

Danny’s jaw clenched, despite the dark smirk overtaking his face. “Good fucking girl.”

He hastily popped open your pants, tugging them down past your knees, and pulling your knees apart with his hands roughly, leaving only your visibly damp panties between his hungry eyes and your aching core. He huffed a desperate sigh out of his nose, biting his lip hard as his brows knit. “Fuck, baby,” he slid his right hand from your knee down your inner thigh, watching his own hand rest at the crease of your thigh, and he extended his thumb to brush lightly over the little damp patch of fabric. 

You were clenching around nothing, watching him hovering above you torturously, taking his sweet time teasing you. “Touch me, Danny,” you whined. 

He pushed his thumb against your clit with more pressure, smirking up at your face as you gasped. “You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you, sweet girl?” 

You nodded, bucking against his thumb for more friction, but he quickly withdrew his hand. “Dannyyyy,” you huffed, causing him to actually chuckle at your frustration. He stood up from the bed, his throbbing cock bobbing tantalizingly as he leaned over you, kissing you far too sweetly for the moment. “Need to grab something,” he murmured against your lips, pecking them again and shooting you a wink as he turned and walked out. You took the opportunity to ogle his perfect ass as he left, biting your lip. Bastard. 

He quickly returned with his hands behind his back and a smirk on his face. 

You eyed him suspiciously, unable to contain the crooked smile. “Whatcha got there?” 

He shrugged, walking over to the bed and crawling over you once more, both of you sharing giddy smiles as he crawled up to kiss you again. You felt his arm move above your head, and you reluctantly pulled back, glancing above your head and dissolving into giggles. 

He gave you the goofiest grin, and he was holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads. “What, it’s christmas,” he giggled. 

You shook your head, affectionately cupping his cheeks as you laughed. “You are unfairly adorable, y’know that?” 

He shrugged coquettishly. “Glad you think so,” he playfully replied. “Now, where was I…” he pretended to think, then narrowed his focus back to your eyes. “Oh right, unwrapping my christmas present.” He winked, and you giggled, blushing. 

He crawled down your body, kissing down your chest and tummy, and your giggles quickly morphed into sighs and whimpers as he teased along the waistband of your panties. His teeth picked up the band, letting it snap against your skin. 

You couldn’t resist. “Have you been a good boy, Danny?” 

He smirked up at you through his lashes. He pressed that gorgeous strong nose against your covered clit and kissed the damp patch. “I’m feeling pretty naughty right now, baby girl.” His tongue poked out, licking at it lightly. You whimpered, bringing your hands up to cup your breasts. 

He kissed your clit again, then hooked his fingers into the waistband. “Do I still get my present?” he teased, voice rumbling deeply. 

You swallowed your moan, “Being nice is overrated anyway.” 

With your nod, he slipped your underwear down your legs, smoothing his hands down your thighs as he did. Once they were off your ankles, he slowly laid flat on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you smugly. 

You held eye contact with him, feeling faint with desire as his lips drew nearer to your slit. 

Then, the mistletoe reappeared as he dangled it in front of his face, right above your core, and he shot you a far-too-smug wink, leaning down and kissing both of your soft pussy lips slowly. 

You shivered, whimpering as you leaned up to watch him. His eyes were now glued to your lower half, and he dropped the sprig of fake mistletoe, holding his weight on one elbow and bringing his free hand up. He dipped between your lips with his thumb, spreading you open with your glistening juices, and gliding the digit up to circle your clit torturously slow. His eyes were black with desire, his jaw hanging slightly open. 

He lowered his head, spreading you open with his fingers and planting a gentle kiss to your clit. You gasped, and anticipating your reaction, he held your hips down before you could buck your hips. “You gonna be a good girl?” he growled. 

You nodded quickly, biting your lip hard. He smirked, “Yeah? Gonna let Daddy taste you?” he leaned down again, holding eye contact as his pink tongue poked out, barely flicking against your clit.

You threw your head back with a whine. “Please, fuck, I need you.” 

He exhaled slowly against your slit, “You have no idea,” he breathed, finally flatting his tongue and lapping against your clit languidly. 

Your moan was embarrassingly loud, but you didn’t even notice. The edging and anticipation had you incredibly sensitive, and his tongue made fireworks go off behind your closed lids. “Danny-“ you gasped, his lips sucking your clit into his mouth, rhythmically sucking and licking, “AH- Yes, shit…” 

He hummed in satisfaction, continuing to tongue at your clit, his free hand slipping between your legs beneath his chin. He paused for just long enough to ask, “Fingers?”

You whimpered, “Yes, fuck, please Danny.” 

He slid one long rough digit smoothly inside, returning to lap at your clit lazily as his finger began pumping in and out. He groaned roughly into you, delicious vibrations lighting up your nerves. You moaned, bucking against his face, his nose brushing your clitoral hood. You could feel him breathing through his nose, his shaky but steady breaths proving the depth of his focus on your pleasure. 

He sucked your clit into his mouth again, holding it there with gentle suction as he withdrew his finger, adding a second as he slipped back in. You cried out, unable to resist gripping his hair tightly. Calling his name desperately, you felt your orgasm growing, spurred on by his wet enthusiastic oral skills and the perfect curl of his fingers massaging your G spot. 

“D-Don’t fucking stop- oh god, please,” you babbled, so fucking close, humping his face at this point. Danny flattened his tongue, letting you use him to ride out your high as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt movement, and glancing down, you saw him grinding his hips against the bedspread. He moaned into you, and the feral sounding noise combined with the sight of him fucking into the bed as he ate you out sent you hurtling over the edge. 

You hoarsely cried out his name, whimpers and moans and swears filling the room as your hips ground into his face greedily. Your thighs clenched around his face through your high, and he groaned hoarsely. Danny’s tongue slowed, his fingers withdrawing as you began to twitch and jolt from overstimulation. He panted, his eyes fluttering shut as he caught his breath. You looked down at him breathlessly, licking your lips. 

After a moment he refocused on you, offering a small smile. “That was so fucking sexy,” he chuckled. 

You blushed, smiling and admiring him. “…You’re a God,” you giggled. Now it was his time to blush, grinning up at you bashfully. 

He lifted himself up on all fours, making his way up your body. “You certainly seem to think so, the way you were calling my name,” he mumbled smugly. You rolled your eyes playfully.

His lips on yours erased any chance of a witty reply, though. He sucked and nibbled at your bottom lip, kissing you deeply. You felt him leaning some of his warm weight on your body, and you hitched your leg up on his hip. As his weight shifted, his achingly hard length slipped from your thigh to rest along your slit. He gasped shakily against your lips at the sensation, and you chased his lips, hungrily kissing him. “Don’t make me wait any longer baby,” you whispered, lifting your hips to let his cock slip easily through your folds. 

He grunted softly, “You want me to fuck you? Huh?” he goaded raspily. 

You nodded quickly with a whimper, making eye contact as he lifted his head. “Danny please, need you baby.” 

His brows furrowed tightly. “Jesus,” he breathed. “Gonna make you cum so hard, wanna make you feel so good.” Your soaked slit coated him as he steadily slipped back and forth through it, wet noises echoing lewdly. 

Finally, he slipped a little lower, his tip catching on your entrance and with a slow push of his hips, he sheathed himself inside you inch by glorious inch. 

Your eyes rolled back, “Oh fuck, Danny…” 

He groaned, mumbling under his breath. “So fucking tight, so perfect, take me so well.” 

You lifted your hips to meet his, both of you working together to meet a steady fluid rhythm. His hips, ever steady like the drummer he was, effortlessly catching on that sweet spot inside. You lost yourself in the unbelievable feeling, wrapping your legs around his hips and your arms around his shoulders. He leaned downwards, capturing your lips in a furiously passionate kiss, ramping up the intensity of his thrusts. You cried out pathetically, your tongue wrestling with his. 

“So fucking good for me,” he panted, his hands moving to grip your hips. He roughly pulled you down, slamming into you harder. The slapping of skin and moans filled the quiet room, both of you far too lost in ecstasy to fully notice. 

Danny’s hand migrated inwards, his thumb finding your clit and circling it, rubbing in time with his hips. You instantly felt yourself growing hotter and clenching around him, making him cry out and fuck into you faster. “Fuck baby, I’m so close, you gonna be good and cum for me?” His desperate, rough voice pushing you even closer. 

You nodded weakly, your brows tipping up in the center of your forehead as you whined, “Yessss, Danny please, so close, make me cum…” 

His thumb circled you faster, his hips beginning to falter in their thrusts. “Oh- ah, fuck-“ he gasped, his cock twitching inside you, and you felt yourself shoved over the edge. 

You barely registered it, but you screamed his name, scratching your nails mercilessly down his strong back as he fucked you both through it. His warm release pooled inside you, making you see stars. “Yes, yesyesyesyes,” you moaned incoherently.

Danny’s jaw hung loosely, his eyes glued to you as you came down, the most awe-inspiring thing he’d ever witnessed. He slowed his thrusts, wincing slightly as he gently pulled out of you. You let out a soft, fucked-out whine under your breath, and he smiled brightly through the post sex fatigue. He laid beside you, his arm under your neck pulling you by your shoulders to curl into his side. 

You nuzzled your head into his neck with a satisfied hum, a lazy smile breaking out on your face. Your fingers splayed across his chest, drawing lazy shapes on his skin as you caught your breath. He was the first to break the contented silence. 

“Best. Christmas. Ever.” 

#greta van smut #greta van fic #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet #greta van fluff #gretavanfleet #daniel wagner #danny x reader #danny wagner fluff #danny wagner smut #danny wagner #danny gvf #daniel wagner fic #daniel wagner fluff #daniel wagner smut #danny gvf fic #danny gvf fluff #danny gvf smut #danny wagner fic

[edelweissacermacrophyllum]

The fall of man, plots of nations, and a divine refugee

Genesis 2:18-4:16, Psalm 2, Matthew 2: 1-18

I really enjoy secular takes on the fall of man and biblical mythology. most notably, I think, is Good Omens, but I enjoy the other books by Pratchett and Gaiman as well: Small Gods, The Sandman, etc. As much as I am not a fan of Amazon, there was a scene in the Good Omens show, right at the beginning, where the angel tasked with guarding the garden against Adam and Eve's return gave them his flaming sword because he felt bad and was worrying if he had maybe done the wrong thing. The snake, on the other hand, worried whether he had maybe done the right thing by convincing humans to learn the difference between right and wrong.

Confession time, I guess. I chose tumblr for this blog because I was amused with r/tumblr on reddit. One of the stories I read there was of someone who wanted their cat to eat and so pretended that the cat's food was their own so that the cat would mischeviously steal it. Some else just commented, God in the garden of eden vibes. Apologies for not tracking the original down but I just don't want to.

Is it good for humans to understand good and evil? Little children don't seem to, nor do they care about nakedness. But as we grow up, we nibble at that fruit and grow to understand choice, danger and pain. It's pretty clear that God intended humans to be mini gods on earth. I get fustrated when christians accuse scientists of "Playing God" when that was one of God's first instructions to us. Go play god! Take leadership and responsibility for all of this! Do we need to understand good and evil for that? I'm not sure.

I don't know if I can conceive of a world that fits the Garden of Eden description: one without death or pain or even the concept that we might be vulnerable to harm. Death is so intrinsic in all of life. Our bodies are shaped by strategic cell death. We kill living things to stay alive. Vegetarianism, at least, seems to be prescribed in biblical descriptions of heaven, where lions are chilling with lambs, etc.

I think the closest I have imagined of a heavenly mindset of humans is that of innocence. There are people we know or read about who understand evil, suffering, and death but appear incapable of it. Alyosha Karamazov comes to mind.

The psalm today is pretty political, asking about why nations make plans without God's blessing. I'm not going to get political in this blog yet. I just like the poetry of the first few lines of this psalm.

Matthew 2 is a chapter I am particularly fond of. Jesus becomes a refugee. He isn't taking much agency yet in his story, but God is still making sure we know that he wants to identify with very vulnerable people.

Both the old and the new testament stories paint a picture of God who is not afraid to interact with sin and the messy sides of humanity. There is a toxic idea among religious people that God keeps his distance from sin and so should we if we want to be holy. It's nonsense. God makes clothes for humans even though them wearing clothes was not his plan. God hangs out with the first murderer and has compassion on him. God eventually is born as a (so it would be thought) bastard and is carried away to Egypt to live as a foreigner/immigrant baby for a while. God doesn't shy away from brokenness, and so when we "play God", we need to spend time with our sleeves rolled up and hang out with some refugees.

#jesus was a refugee #bible in a year #fall of man

[lovelylittlegrim]

A little birthday gift for @sofia1926

There was one time when we were children he transformed himself into a snake...

#thor odinson #loki laufeyson #loki #thor #digital drawing #marvel #mischevious little snake bastard #my art #thorki

[wolfish-trickster]

Show, don't tell

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 815

Summary: your friends dare you to tell your crush how you feel. But since you're mischievious just like him, you'll do it in your way

Warnings: none i guess (besides my bad grammar, but you already know that) and Loki is slightly ooc

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

When you were a kid you saw a little boy at your favourite playground. He never spoke, he only moved his fingers and hands strangely. When you asked your parent, they said it's called sign language and people who can't hear use it to comunicate.

Later in your life you met a girl in school who was deaf and lonely. You wanted to become her friend so you took few classes and learned sign. You two were always together, best friends till the end of the school. You two stayed in contact after you went your separate ways.

That was the past. Now you had another person in your life who knew sign language: Clint Barton. Actually, you taught him sign when he lost hearing in an accident on a mission. You were friends ever since. He introduced you to the rest of the Avengers and they became your friends as well. You began spending a lot of time in the tower, you slept over sometimes so Tony gave you your own room. It was smaller than the rest of the Avengers' and was practically the attic of the tower, but it was cozy and you liked it.

It was a cloudy friday and you just entered the tower. You and Natasha wanted to hang out (and how better than having a sleepover with movies, nail polish and classic girly thing Nat doesn't get to enjoy in her hero time?)

As you stumbled across the living area you heard voices. Most likely coming from the party deck. Strange, Tony didn't mention any parties.

You walked one floor upstairs and saw Clint, Nat, Steve, Bucky and Thor sitting on couches, a single glass bottle layed on the table. Everyone had their heads turned towards the ceiling. You looked up and saw Peter making a giant web.

He sticked a big spider plushie inside and swung himself down to couches. "Alright, my turn."

"What are guys doing?" you sat down next to Thor.

"Playing truth or dare of course," Peter explained as he spinned the bottle.

"We are teching Thor what people do to embarass eachother," Natasha chuckled as she was showing you her pigtails and childish make up.

"Can I join?" you asked.

"Sure, who knows, maybe it will land on you."

The bottle stopped right as Nat finished the sentence. Its openening pointing to Clint.

"Alright mister Barton, truth or dare?" Peter asked.

"For the last time kid, just Clint. Truth, I already picked dare twice. Let's hear your question."

"Alright, ummmm," Peter held his chin inbetween his fingers, thinking. He snapped. "What happened in Budapest?"

Clint and Natasha looked at eachother smirking. This will take a while.

~

After few more rounds the bottle finally pointed to you. Your heart pounded with excitement and fear at the same time.

"So," Steve sat a little straighter, "truth or dare?"

"Uhm...... I'm a big girl, dare!"

"Okay then, I dare you to-"

"How in the nine did that web get there?"

All of you turned to the entrance hall. Loki stood there, arms crossed, leaning against a wall.

"Uuuuuh a giant spider?" Peter smiled sheepishly trying too hard to be believable.

"We are playing a game to embarrass eachother. Join us. It's way more fun than I expected," Thor invited Loki.

Loki shook his head. "I have no interest in games today. Maybe later I shall join," his eyes locked with yours. He smiled softly and waved at you. "Hello Y/N."

You blushed and waved back. "Hi Loki."

The younger prince then turned, walked to Tony's stash of alcohol and found himself a glass.

You smiled to yourself. He ignored everyone in the room and said 'hello' to you. Only you. It felt good being noticed.

You felt stares on yourself. Everyone looking at you. Clint smirked and whispered something to Steve. Both of them smirked (almost mischeviously) as they leaned against the back of the couch.

Steve licked his lips. "I dare you to tell Loki you have a crush on him."

"What? No, no way. I change my mind, I want truth."

"I may be too old for this but even I know that's not how this game works, doll," Bucky chuckled at your poor attempt to get yourself out of the dare.

"But- I can't do that, I mean.... I like him, really but not like-," you noticed Natasha raising an eyebrow at you, "-that. Oh gosh, is it obvious?" you asked as you hid your burning face in your hands.

A loud and clear 'yes' was said in unison. You groaned and pulled your knees towards your chest hiding you even more. "This is bad guys. I can't tell him."

"A dare is a dare, you have to."

"But I can't! I can be glad a god, and a bookworm one, considers me his friend. With admitting my true feelings to him I risk looosing him for good!"

Thor huffed. "Loki is not mean. Well, not THAT mean at least. Besides, worse could have happened. Like that one time he and this maiden-"

"We are NOT discussing his previous love life infront of her!" Natasha interrupted Thor's story.

As they started to argue Clint smiled at you and started signing: *I may be deaf, but I'm not blind. I can see it in his eyes. He likes you and I doubt he will reject you. There is something pure between you two, would be a shame if not explored and deepened. * he winked at you as he signed the word "deepened".

His encouraging words helped you sooth your anxiety. He was right. There is something between you, you just aren't sure if that something is romantic.

You took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm going."

You smirked secretely when all they could see was your back. Oh, you are going to tell him, but in your way.

You found Loki sitting at a bar, book on the table, a glass of wine in his hand. You sat on a chair next to him and tapped his shoulder. "I thought you don't drink," you gestured at his drink.

He chuckled. "Just because I can't get drunk from midgardian alcohol doesn't mean I can't enjoy their taste. Do you want some?" he held out his glass to you.

You put a hand on his own and pushed the glass away. "No, thank you."

You heard a cough behind your back. Those bastards must be watching. Time to confess.

"Actually, Loki I came here because I got a dare."

"And what is that?"

You cracked your knuckles and signed out: *I love you Loki*

You made sure it was visible enough for the audience behind you. From the sound of facepalms and groans, they saw it crystal clear.

Loki on the other hand was completely confused. "Eeeh, they dared you to move your hands in my presence? How is that embarrassing? They clearly never played a REAL embarrassing game."

You shrugged. "A dare is a dare. I did it, now it's my turn. Want to help with my revenge?" you tried doing his signature smirk.

He grinned. "I would love to, my dear."

~

Few days passed since you 'confessed' your feelings to Loki.

Nothing changed between you two, he was still polite and charming as ever and you were comfortable in your role of a friend.

Now when you think of it, he began touching you more, not in a creepy way. He also started to make you cups of tea or hot chocolate whenever you visited or when he accidentally brusged his hand along your cold one. He let you borrow his books and when you returned them he eagerly asked you about your opinion.

Maybe something has changed. Maybe, just maybe, he started catching feelings for you too.

Your mind wandered to Loki again just as you were unlocking door to your apartment after a long day at work. You sighed, taking your clothes off and planing to sleep until it's time to sleep for real.

A giant bouquet of red roses on your kitchen table surprised you. You jumped as you heard Loki's voice behind you. "I just couldn't come bare handed now, could I?"

"Loki! What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

He scratched the back of his head. "Sorry. I had to see you."

Your heart sped up. "R-really? Well, that's nice but you could've just called, you know?"

"I still have to ask Tony to get me on of those phones. Listen, I.... do you remember that night, when you played truth or dare and you had to move your hands in front of me?"

You smiled at the memory. Everyone was so annoyed you tricked them. Loki would probably be proud of you. If he knew.

"Yes, I do. What about it?"

"Well, uh- could you do it again?" he asked with, what was it? Shyness in his voice?

"Oh, okay," you said and your hands and fingers spelled out your confession once more.

Loki smiled at you softly. He raised his hands and started signing *I love you too Y/N, I have for a long time. Can we, perhaps, be in a relationship? * he dropped his hands and looked at you hopefully.

You couldn't believe your eyes. He knew how to sign? Since when?

"I've been learning ever since that 'truth or dare' night happened. I wanted to know if your dare wasn't putting a silent curse on me."

You stared up at him. "Did I ask that out loud?"

"No, but you had it written all over your face," he chuckled and tucked stray hair from your eyes. "So, now that we know how the other one feels, can I kiss you?"

As much as you wanted to say yes, you had a different idea. "Even though I enjoy the effort you put into the confession, could you say it out loud? You know, just to be sure," you smirked.

Loki chuckled. "I know I fell in love with the right person. I love you darling."

You stood on your toes and your nose brushed his. "I love you too," you softly pecked his lips. His hands held onto your waist as your own snaked around his neck.

When you two parted he rested his forhead on yours.

"Loki?"

"Yes dear?"

"Can you stay here and cuddle with me? I'm incredibly tired."

You felt his lips on your cheek as he led you towards your couch. "I would love nothing more."

#loki x reader #loki odinson #loki #loki laufeyson #the avengers #fluffy loki #loki fluff #fluff

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

A/N: L AND V PART 10 WILL BE HERE SOON! In the meantime, have this drabble thing!

Tropes/Pairings: Loceit (it’s growing on me), hiding a relationship 

Summary: Virgil always knew the other sides’ fears, Patton knew their motivations, Roman knew their passions, and Deceit knew their lies. Likewise, Logan always knew what fellow sides’ questions, which led to some...interesting circumstances. Logan and Deceit bond over the things they’ve learned through their little powers, when Deceit wonders something a little too NSFW for Logan.

TW: Brief kissing (written by an asexual? It’s more likely than you think), minor cursing (one curse word), sympathetic Deceit

“What do you want?” Logan asked, annoyed to the ends of the mindscape. Deceit had appeared in his room without notice, and Logan was, as slang goes, ‘in the zone’.

“Oh, absolutely nothing.” Deceit sweetly smiled at Logan. “I totally didn’t just find out the rest of you have little powers such as my own.”

Logan crossed his arms and adjusted his glasses, glancing down with his eyes flashing a dark blue. “Oh, is that so?” Logan definitely knew it was so. He knew Deceit wondered what his own ‘little power’ is. It wasn’t too hard to figure out, even if he hadn’t used his ability.

Deceit’s eyes flashed a neon yellow; well, the one that wasn’t already, that is. “You know so.”

“That wasn’t a statement!” he protested before composing himself. “It wasn’t a lie.” Logan had known Deceit’s power all along, after a particular wondering of Deceit’s own. He also knew what Deceit’s real name is, but he knew not to reveal that so soon. He knew to keep all of his cards under wraps until needed.

“So you admit it.”

“Perhaps I do,” Logan conceded.

Deceit sat down on Logan’s bed, in the middle of the room. “What is it?”

“Would you really want to know?” Logan asked.

“Of course not,” Deceit said sarcastically.

Logan didn’t know whether or not to tell Deceit, though he supposed if he lied or even said a half-truth of any kind, Deceit would know. There wasn’t any hiding information from Deceit, and there wasn’t any hiding any questions from Logan either.

Will he tell me? Deceit thought. He shifted himself on the star covered blankets to lie on his stomach and look up at Logan, sitting on his office chair.

Logan didn’t see anything that could go wrong, especially with Patton’s own power. And things only got so interesting in the commons with only Virgil, Roman, Patton, and himself. They all were at a standstill with their curiosity (except Logan, obviously), and though past Logan had wished for a day when he wasn’t attacked with will they accept me’s and is my work good enough’s and such, he kind of missed using his power. “Perhaps,” he said.

Can he read my mind?! Deceit thought, alarmed. He jerked himself to sit up and back away from Logan.

“Only when you’re wondering something, I believe.”

Deceit warily lied down again. Is he telling the truth? His eyes flashed yellow, and though he got an answer, he seemed to be unsatisfied with it. What does he find out with his power?

“Disturbing questions, I assure you,” Logan answered. “What do you find out?”

Deceit smirked, and Logan noted his smug bedroom eyes. “Disturbing lies, I assure you.”

Logan and his office chair glided to close the distance between the two. Logan cooly glared down at Deceit. “Are you mocking me, you snake faced bastard?”

Deceit brought his face closer to the other’s. Logan’s face flushed. “Oh, I’m not. I assure you.”

By that statement, they were brought to a tie. They scrutinized each other’s faces to see if either of them would back down. Their eyes glowed and waited for the other to make a move. After a few moments, Deceit wondered, What does kissing him feel like?

Logan immediately backed down and turned around, flustered. Deceit kept his poker face, though his own blush said differently.

Do you want to kiss?

Logan didn’t hesitate. He shouldn’t have to. “No.”

“You’re lying.”

“Perhaps I am.” Was that how Logan flirted? He wasn’t sure. Maybe he should’ve paid attention to the crude Powerpoint Roman made for Thomas.

Flirting?! This is Deceit!

“Kiss me, nerd.” Deceit pulled Logan’s tie and cupped his face. Logan complied and kissed Deceit. By all means, he should be against the literal personification of lies, but…

Deceit tasted of the unasked questions and false answers, of stolen cookies and sour raisins. Logan himself tasted of berries and of sweet, sweet truth. Deceit had gotten his answer. Logan broke away from the kiss, covering his mouth and widening his eyes at what he had just done.

“You taste like jam.” Deceit smiled. “Crofter’s?”

“Falsehood,” Logan said.

“You taste like jam!” Deceit’s face lit up with mischevious glee.

Logan sighed. “Shut up.” They sat in silence, pondering what they just did, and he said, “I trust you not to speak of this. Ever.”

“I trust you, too.” Deceit nodded. He sunk out of Logan’s room, and he was left to wonder whether he had imagined the entire experience.

He hadn’t imagined it. Sometimes Deceit would steal Logan away off to someplace in the Imagination, which he was surprised to learn that Deceit could influence as much as Roman, or simply stay in one of their rooms. They went on “dates,” chatted about anything really, and occasionally made out.

Logan adjusted his watch. Deceit had planned this particular date, and he didn’t want to pop into the wrong place. The Imagination was an expansive place with no borders. There was no limit, contrary to the popular phrase. Deceit was supposed to pick him up at a quarter past 5. It was 5:18. Deceit was late, no surprise there.

Deceit appeared in Logan’s room.

“You’re late. Again,” Logan said.

“Nice to see you again, too,” Deceit said sarcastically. “You look handsome.”

“I know.” Logan sassily adjusted his glasses. “You do too, I guess.”

I guess?

“Yes. I guess.”

“Aww, you’re lying. You do think I’m handsome,” Deceit jokingly stroked Logan’s face with the back of his gloved hand.

Logan snaked his hand around Deceit’s waist. “Perhaps I am.” They giggled. They still kept their relationship a secret, and they were both satisfied with that.

The morning afterward, Logan woke up in a good mood. He figured it was illogical, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He all but skipped downstairs to the commons. “Hello, Patton,” he greeted. “Good morning, Roman.” He smiled at them.

“Hi, Lolo!” Patton called from the kitchen.

“Hey, bro,” Roman said, dressed in his gamer sweater and chilling on the couch. Deceit once joked about Roman seeming like a morning person on one of their dates.

C’mon, Logan, stop thinking about him. You’re in the others’ company now. Logan took a coffee and some eggs Patton had cooked. “Virgil hasn’t come down yet?” He shoved some delicious eggs down his throat.

“No, but you know my son. He doesn’t come down until 10,” Patton said in a fond tone. He flipped an egg.

Roman snickered. “Honey, that’s putting it lightly.”

“It’s almost 11,” Logan pointed out. Someone’s bare feet lightly padded down the stairs. “Ah, speak of the devil.”

Virgil yawned, still half asleep. “Hi, guys.”

“Oh my goodness, you’re so cute in the morning,” Patton cooed.

Virgil reddened. “You say that every morning.”

Patton widely grinned and flipped a pancake. “And you still haven’t gotten used to it.”

Roman laid on his stomach, reminding Logan of Deceit. “I don’t think you ever will, Elphaba.”

Virgil found his favorite mug from the cabinets and poured himself some coffee. “Touché, Glinda.”

Logan finished the last of his eggs. “I’m off to do some work,” he announced. “See you at lunch.” He waved with a flick of his wrist.

Virgil watched him go upstairs, after he made sure Logan was out of earshot, he asked, “Does Logan seem...off? To you?”

Patton paused. “He does seem happier, kiddo.”

“His passions have changed,” Roman said. “Now he’s passionate about a special someone.” He slyly smiled.

“Who?” Patton asked, excited.

Roman sighed dramatically. “Alas, I do not know.”

“How do you not know? It’s your power, isn’t it?” Virgil protested. All he got as an answer was a shrug from Roman. “Whatever. His fears have changed, too. He’s scared that he’ll be judged for who he loves, not for his work.”

“Peculiar! Bizarre!” Roman exclaimed. He waved his hands in the air to emphasize his point.

“Little Loganberry has a crush!” Patton chirped. “I guess you could say he’s a jam.”

Roman and Virgil exchanged confused glances. “...What?” Roman asked.

“Ge-get it? ‘Cause loganberry’s a berry? Crush? You crush berries to make jam?”

Virgil saved Patton from further embarrassment. “Anyway, Patton, has his motivations changed at all?”

“Yes, songbird. Thank you for bringing that up,” Patton said. He tapped his fingers on the counter, one by one. “He gets up in the morning to see his crush. I mean, he still wants to help Thomas and see us, but this…” He trailed off. “Not much has changed, otherwise, I think.”

“This still begs the question,” Roman said. “Who is his crush?”

“It could be any one of us,” Patton added.

“Except me,” Virgil joked.

“Kiddo,” Patton said in a scolding tone.

Virgil pouted and reluctantly said, “Sorry, Pat.”

“Anyway, he didn’t really want to join us” -Roman pointed to himself, Virgil, and Patton to clarify- “when we first started out. Maybe he wants to join us now?”

They wondered who Logan’s crush was, and Logan himself knew such. He was glad that the more emotion-oriented sides have less specific powers than his. At least, that was his theory, anyway; emotion makes the side more accurate, but less emotion makes the side’s power more precise.

#curiosity killed the cat #simu writing #loceit #sanders sides #fic #logan sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic deceit #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #tw kissing #tw cursing

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Whitney Houston - I Have Nothing (Official Video){MY VERY ULTIMATE EVERLASTING OF ALL OF YOUR CREATION YOUR OH SO VERY BEAUTIFUL ,HOLY,MIGHTY,AND VERY LOVING ANCIENT OF DAYS HEAR MY PETITION THIS VERY NIGHT, I ELIZABETH LENORE SMITH, WILL DECIDE TO SAY I CAN'T TELL PEOPLE, WHAT COUNTRY I WAS BORN IN, CAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE ANYMORE, ALL THEY CARE ABOUT IS DAMN MONEY, THIS VERY THING YOU ALL, MORE THEN HIS MAJESTY YOUR SELFISHNESS, LOVING ONLY YOURSELVES WILL BE YOUR VERY DOWNFALL, AND WE WON'T CARE, BECAUSE YOU ALL TURNED YOUR BACK ON LORD GOD ALMIGHTY CREATOR OF HEAVEN , AND THE EARTH, MY HEART GOES OUT TO ALL OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO REALLY SHOWED THEY WHERE YOURS, YOU STUPID DUMMIES ONLY GOD'S TRUE KIDS CALL ON JEHOVAH, YOU ALL GOT PAID, OFF OF MY VERY DEAR PRECIOUS FAMILY, SANDRIKA,2PAC,AALIYAH,WHITNEY, LIL DIRTY B, THEIR VERY OWN TALENTS, SHOWED THEY WHERE ORIGINAL, BUT MARK IT THIS VERY NIGHT, YOU ALL AND YOUR DAMN COVETING ASS WAYS WILL PAY THE ULTIMATE PENALTY OF HATING MY FAMILY, CAUSE YOU ALL COWARDLY SET THEM UP, AND THEY DIDN'T KNOW IT, CAUSE THEY NEVER EXPECTED YOU ALL TO BETRAY THEM UNDER THEIR OWN NOISES, THIS IS WHY ABEOJI MY FATHER'S ANGER IS SO VERY DREADFUL FEELING, HE IS SO ANGRY AT YALL, YOU ALL ARE TOO BLIND AND STUPID TO EVEN KNOW HE GOT YOU ALL IN DERISION, AND YOU ALL ARE VERY CONFUSED BECAUSE YOUR TRICKS, DON'T YOU KNOW, WHEN I WAS QUESTIONED IN THAT SAME VERY YEAR, ALL OF THIS TREACHERY BEGIN IN 2001, ABOUT WHAT I WOULD DO TO A WITCH, I TOLD HIM I WOULD BURN IT AND IT'S BROOM, BACK THEN, BUT NOW I FEEL TOTALLY LIKE FATHER HOW A LITTLE UGLY, FUNKY DEVIOUS, AND MISCHEVIOUS UNEMPLOYED FALLEN CHERIUB WAS KICKED OUT OF HEAVEN, OH HALLELUJAH, OH TESTIFY I CAN SHOUT ABOUT THIS THAT DAMN DODO FLY, MY LORD AND SAVIOR KING OF GLORY JESUS CHRIST, SAID HE BEHOLD, AND SAW SATAO{THAT FATHER OF LIES}FALL LIKE LIGHTNING FROM HEAVEN.... GODHEAD=EL ELYON KNOWS I HATE HIS NAME AND HIS KIND SO, BASICALLY YOU ALL WILL PAY FOR THIS BONDAGE ALL OF THESE YEARS, THOSE DAMN WICKED ASS TWINS OPRESSION, AND DEPRESSION, TRICKED YALL IN AGREEING TO THESE SICKNESSES, BUT ME I NEVER CLAIMED IT, OR AGREED TO THIS LIE FROM THE PIT OF HELL. YOU ALL LITERALLY FALSIFIED OUR DOCUMENTS, AND MEDICAL RECORDS, CAUGHT YOUR DAMN CRIMINAL ASS, WHEN YOU PUT THAT DAMN STATUS UNDER MY NAME IN 2016, HOSPITAL EVENT, AND DAMN NEAR CLAIMED YOU ALL DIDN'T KNOW WHY I BECAME THIS WAY, WHEN YOU ALL WORKED ME 8 DAYS STRAIGHT AFTER, I RETURNED BACK FROM VACATION, YOU ALL WILL PAY EVERYTHING FOR MY TOOTHS BEING BROKEN ALSO IN THESE HOSPITAL'S ALL 4 TIMES, WITH THOSE DAMN SNEAKY CHILDREN OF THE MOON! YOU ALL KNEW WHAT YOU DID, AND STILL LIED ON ME IN FEB 2008, DEC 2010,MARCH 2011, AND JULY 2016, THESE 4 TIMES I EXPERIENCED WHAT YOU BASTARDS DID TO MY DAD AND BROTHER IN THOSE HOSPITAL, I REQUESTED FATHER GOD TO HELP ME UNDERSTAND WHY THEIR PAIN FELT SO OVERBEARING THROUGH THE YEARS, I REALIZED YOU ALL ACTUALLY EXPERIMENTED ON MY VERY, DEAR, PRECIOUS LOVE ONES, LIKE YOU ALL DID TO ME THINKING I WAS OUT OF IT, HELL NO I WASN'T I WAS TELLING GOD EVERYTHING YALL, DID TO ME, CAUSE I SAID I REMEMBER, WHEN THEY SAID THE LORD CALLED THEM BEFORE 2000, AND LOOKY, LOOKY, LOOKY, IT WAS SHEAR DECEPTION YOU ALL HIDE BEHIND MY FATHER'S TRUE NAME, I'M THAT QUEEN YOU ALL ARROGANTLY STARED US DOWN WHILE WE WHERE UP IN THE BALCONY, AND SEARCHED OUT ALL OF YOUR CHURCHES THESE, YEARS TO DISCERN, WHO LITERALLY WAS A FAKE PROPHET, & FAKE PROPHETESS !!!! YOUR SIN IS SO VERY DEEP, MY ELDER BROTHER JESUS CHRIST SPOKE ON THESE THINGS, IF YOUR EYES WOULD HAVE YOU TO LUST PLUCK IT OUT, AND SO ON IF ANYTHING CAUSED YOU TO ASTRAY YOU ALL WAS SUPPOSE TO FIX THIS CHOICE, BUT LOOKS LIKE ITS TOO LATE!!!! JUST LIKE YOU ALL USED ME FOR MONEY, I USED YOU DUMMIES TO STALL FOR ME TO MASTER ALL OF MY GIFTS AND TALENT'S WITH THE GOD OF ABRAHAM, THE GOD OF ISAAC, AND THE GOD OF JACOB HELP, OH YEAH, THOSE I ENCOUNTERED YALL TRIFLED WITH THEY WHERE LAUGHING, WE PIMPED OUR ENEMIES, THEIR ANGELS TOO, SO WE FOOLED ALL OF THE FOOLS SIS, I NEVER KNEW YOU WENT THROUGH THE SAME THINGS, I WENT THROUGH, I JUST KNEW YOUR MUSIC, ALWAYS MADE ME SMILE, AND LAUGH TO DRY UP MY TEARS AALIYAH, YOU WHERE QUITE THE OTHER QUEEN THAT HAD CLASS, STYLE, AND RIGHTEOUSNESS IN THE MIND AND HEART MY DEAR PRECIOUS SIS, THANKS FOR THE CLUE ABOUT MY BOAZ PARTNER HE IS QUITE THE MAN AMONG MEN, HE'S JUST WHAT I PRAYED TO GOD FOR ALL OF THESE YEARS, HEAARING YOUR PRAYERS IN THAT SAME VERY 2014 WHEN MY OTHER TRUE PARTNERS LEFT, AND RETURNED TO FATHER, CAUSE OF THOSE DAMN FAKES, ANOTHER SNEAKY UNDERHANDED TACTIC!!!! BUT NEVERTHELESS GIRL, HE'S VERY, VERY, VERY, BLESSED, AND HIGHLY FAVORED WITH GOD AND MAN, CHILD THIS BOAZ MAN GIRL, HE GOT THOSE SKILLS, LIKE YOUR HUSBAND, I MEAN LITERALLY THE PRAYERS, TOUCH HEAVEN AND MY HEART. OH LORD JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH SEE, I PATIENTLY OBEYED AND WAITED FOR THIS HOLY, RIGHTEOUS BOAZ MR. PATIENT ONE, HOPEFULLY YOU WILL TAKE THE TIME TO SEE THIS, BUT I REALLY DO THANK GOD FOR YOU, EACH AND EVERY SECOND, MINUTE, AND HOUR OF THE DAY BECAUSE YOU ARE MY PARTNER AND OF COURSE ME BEING THE KIND OF WOMAN I AM, I WILL PRAY FOR ANYTIME OF THE DAY JUST TO REMIND YOU, I LOVE YOU OH SO VERY  MUCH, BECAUSE YOU UNDERSTOOD ME, WHEN OTHERS MADE THINGS MORE HARDER ON ME, FOR MORE MONEY, THAT'S WHY YOUR TRIFLING DAMN PLAN WAS BROUGHT TO A NOUGHT INSTANTLY , GOD SENT THOSE DAMN THINGS STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL, FROM WHERE THEY CAME FROM!!!! LET THIS BE A LESSON TO YOU ALL, HE TOLD ME PERSONALLY I WAS PRECIOUS TO HIM[GODHEAD ADONAI HIS MAJESTY SAID HE WOULD GIVE MEN FOR MY LIFE, AND ALSO THAT HE WOULD CONFOUND YOU, BRING YOU TO A NOUGHT, AND THAT I WILL LOOK AND SEE YOU ALL NO MORE!!!! OH HALLELUJAH, GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST OF PRAISE JOINING BOAZ AND I TOGETHER, JESUS CHRIST SAID WHAT GOD HAS JOINED TOGETHER LET NO MAN PUT ASUNDER, WOOOOOOO WEEEEEEE, A LOT OF FOOLS OR INFIDELS ARE GOING TO STRAIGHT HELL ON A FIRST CLASS TRAIN TICKET, CAUSE ABEOJI, (FATHER GOD THEY HAVE BEEN VERY, VERY, VERY, AND VERY LOW DOWN TO ME JUST BECAUSE, WE MET EACH OTHER ON THAT VERY SPECIFIC DAY!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I TELL ON ANY DAMN ENEMY, NOW I'M TIRED OF YALL NO SENSE HAVING ASS, DON'T GET IN NO POSITION LIKE MANAGEMENT OR INTO THE TOP POSITIONS IN ANY CORPORATION, AND YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE SELF-CONTROL OVER YOURSELF IN KNOWING HOW TO TALK TO A PERSON, AND ASK FOR HELP THE RIGHT WAY! I WASN'T THE ONE WHO MADE THESE DAMN COMPANIES, AND PEOPLE INTO IDOLS, ACTING LIKE YOU ALL SO VERY IMPORTANT WHEN YOU ALL IS SO VERY STUPID!!!! DOG ON STRAIGHT, THIS LITTLE HOME GIRL GOD FREED, JUST TO GET YALL WICKED BLACK ASS BACK, AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW BLAME YOUR VERY OWN MEXICAN, & AFRICAN KIND THAT SNEAKED  OVER HEAR WITHOUT TRUE CERTIFIED DOCUMENTATION, HEY EVERYBODY ALL OVER THE WORLD, I'M TIRED OF THESE WICKED BASTARDS MAKING US LOOKING BAD WHEN WE HAVE BEEN, SINCERE IN DOING THINGS THE RIGHT WAY, WHILE THEY HAVE BEEN DOING THINGS THE WRONG WAY ALL OF THEIR LIVES!!!! I'M TELLING GOD ON THIS TREACHEROUS CRAP, TRAP THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS AND LUDACRIS, THIS IS INDEED BLASPHEMY....             THANK YOU HEAVENLY FATHER GOD, CAUSE PEOPLE IS ABOUT TO FIND OUT YOU ARE GOING TO BLAST THEIR DUMBASS STRAIGHT TO HELL JUST FOR YOU, FOR MESSING WITH YOUR ANOINTED  HAND PICKED PEOPLE.... OH I FEEL SO VERY GOOD THIS YEAR, IS LOOKING VERY LOVELY, I CAN WRITE, DESIGN, AND EVEN COME UP WITH NEW SONGS JUST FOR YOU MY KING OF GLORY!!!! THANK YOU OH SO VERY, MUCH FOR TEACHING ME EACH AND EVERYDAY, THAT LOVE{GOD} IS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANYTHING, IN THIS WORLD... BLESS BOAZ WITH EVERYTHING HIS HEART TRULY DESIRE'S MY KING MAKE, EVERYTHING, AND EVERYDAY VERY LIGHT AND EASY DAYS, WITH THE HEDGE OF PROTECTION OF GOD'S GLORY PROTECTING HIM{BOAZ} EVERY SECOND, EVERY MINUTE, AND EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY, HE DON'T HAVE TO STRIVE WITH THESE DUMMIES NO MORE NEITHER MY KING, THANK YOU OH HEAVENLY FATHER FOR DELIVERING US FROM THESE EGYPT PLACES, PEOPLE WHO IS TOO SLOTHFUL, LAZY, AND WASTEFUL TO MAKE THEIR WRONGS RIGHT! INSTEAD THEY GET EVEN MORE ARROGANT, PRIDEFUL, AND HAUGHTY, YOU ALL FED THAT DAMN SNAKE NATURE ON YOUR OWN CHOICE, THEN IT IS NOW ABOUT TIME WE SHOW YOU ALL SHOW YOUR KIND THAT, WHEN GOD SAYS DON'T DO SOMETHING DON'T YOUR DUMBASS DO IT, YOU ALL HAVE BEEN ON MY TURF SENSE THE BEGINNING OF THIS YEAR, AND DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT, ANY REQUEST I ASK FATHER GOD, HE GRANTS ME IT, NOT BECAUSE OF MONEY, BUT BECAUSE I SAW THROUGH THIS CRAP IN YOUTH CHURCH, THAT THOSE OTHER KIDS, THEIR PARENTS SPOILED THEM SO VERY MUCH, THAT THEY FREELY HAD BABIES IN LUST IN FUNK BASICALLY, BECAUSE IT WAS THE LOVE FOR FLESH INSTEAD OF LOVE FOR SPIRITUAL THINGS! GALATIANS 5, TOLD ME HOW YOU ALL SERIOUSLY HAS MASTERED THE SIDE OF DECEPTION THESE DAYS, THAT IS WHY, PEOPLE COULDN'T TELL THAT THIS TRAVELING PREACHER DIRECTOR OF MUSIC {LIZZY THE DAUGHTER OF GOD}, WAS GIVING YOU ALL HINTS THAT FATHER WILL REPAY THE WICKED TO THEIR FACE SINCE THEY DIDN'T REPENT, FOR BREAKING HIS KIDS HEARTS AROUND THE WORLD, WHO SAID WE ALWAYS HAD TO BE IN A CHURCH BUILDING TO SHOW FATHER GOD'S LOVE TO OTHER'S THIS IS HOW I KNOW YOU ALL HAVE REALLY NEGLECTED READING THE HOLY BIBLE, JUST FOR YOUR OWN CROOKED AMBITION OF WEALTH!!!!                                                                MY GOD, KING, AND SAVIOR, IT'S NOT RIGHT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THIS WHEN, HONESTLY I AGREE WITH MY BIG SISTER BYNUM, ABOUT PRAISING YOU ALL THE TIME,                                          AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT, YOU DON'T OWE US NOTHING BUT STILL, YOU LOVE US, BY ALLOWING US THE ACCESS TO SEEK YOU WHOLEHEARTEDLY, THOSE 3 VERY PRECIOUS MEN                                       HEARTS FINALLY REACHED OUT TO ME, AND HONESTLY THANK YOU ALL OH SO VERY DEARLY, I WONDERED FOR A LONG TIME, ABOUT SEEING AND HONESTLY KNOWING                                       BOAZ, BECAUSE I DID RUN INTO A LOT OF FOOLISH BOYS, REALLY WHO JUST SAID DUMB COMPLIMENTS, TO ME THINKING I WAS A HARLOT, YOU JUST DIDN'T KNOW                                       CALLING ME THINGS I HATE, AND TELLING LIES TO MY FACE, AND ON ME JUST HEAPED COALS ON THIS FURY FOR ALL MY ENEMIES, I TOLD YOU THE SMITH'S ARE IN THE HOLY BIBLE                                     AND ARE IN THIS VERY CHAPTER ISAIAH CHAPTER 54!!!! YOU ALL MESSED WITH THE WRONG BABY GIRL, FAMILY I VALUED MY FAMILIES HAPPINESS MORE THAN MY OWN,                                     AS LONG AS THEY WHERE HAPPY I WAS HAPPY, BUT TO STRIKE MY DAD,BROTHER,AND SISTER  LIKE YOU ALL DID THROUGH YOUR YEARS THEY WHERE WITH ME AT THOSE TIMES.                                     I WASN'T PLAYING WITH NOBODY WHEN I SAID ONCE I FOUNDOUT, WHO TRULY CAUSED THE ASSAULT ON MY TWIN RIGHT UP UNDER MY NOSE, YOU ALL WAS GOING TO HAVE THE                                   ULTIMATE ELEMENTAL ATTACKS, THAT  ABEOJI FATHER GOD EVER MADE IN THIS EARTH, ON UP AND DOWN AND ALL THROUGHOUT YOUR TO FRO ASS, JAMES 1, TOLD                                    ME ABOUT THIS  VERY DOUBLE-MINDED, AND VERY UNSTABLE MINDED BEINGS/ WEEDS AND TARES THESE DAYS!!!! DON'T PITY YOUR ENEMIES YOU ALL, IT'S BEEN A LIE                                    YOU CAN'T LOVE BOTH LIKE OUR BROTHER JESUS CHRIST TOLD YOU ALL, YOU CAN'T SERVE 2 MASTERS! EITHER YOU ALL SERVE GOD OR MAMMOTH, THEIR                                    ARE DEADLY DECISIONS OF BETRAYING GOD FOR THAT WICKED BEAST. YOU BECAME IT'S CHILD ON YOUR OWN CHOICE, SO I WON'T MAKE NO EXCUSES FOR YOU ALL                                    BECAUSE YOU ALL LOVED THAT THING INSTEAD OF MY HEAVENLY FATHER GOD, I SEE WHY GOD DECIDED TO DO THE THINGS, HE DID THROUGH GENESIS TO REVELATION,                                    BECAUSE PEOPLE MINDS AND HEARTS, WHERE VERY WICKED!!!! OH DEAR BOAZ, THEY REALLY HAVE ANGERED HIM SO VERY MUCH, IT'S QUITE THE KIND OF THING                                   THAT REALLY GET YOU WANTING TO BOOK A FLIGHT FROM EVERYBODY, WHO WALKS IN DARKNESS{ NEGRO IS STATED AS BLACK IN SPANISH LANGUAGE} SO YOU                                  ALL FAKED EVERYTHING, TO GET PEOPLE TO FEEL BAD FOR YOU, PRETENDING AS IF YOU ALL ARE INNOCENT, SHOOT, I DIDN'T KNOW YALL WAS GOING TO LEAVE BOAZ AND                                   I WITH THESE KINDS OF PEOPLE, THE KID'S OF LIGHT ARE SCARED OF WHAT THE WORLD THINK OF THEM, WHILE THE KID'S OF DARK TALK TOO DAMN MUCH THESE DAYS!                                   ALL BECAUSE YOU ALL TRYING TO FIT IN, WITH EVERYBODY!!!! IF YOU HAVE TO BETRAY OWNER{GOD= LORD GOD ALMIGHTY} FOR A CREEP, THEN YOU JUST NEVER LOVED GOD AT ALL,                                  YOU JUST LIED!!!!     I PROMISE YOU THIS THOUGH MY KING, YOU ARE VERY TRULY GUARANTEED, BECAUSE YOU LOVED BOAZ AND I, AND KEPT US ALL OF THESE YEARS,                                   AND YOU CONTINUE TO KEEP US, WE WILL ACKNOWLEDGE YOU, AND KEEP YOU FIRST NO MATTER WHO DON'T DO IT ANYMORE, I CAN'T IMAGINE SEEING                                   YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW, KNOWING THAT THE VERY ONES YOU CREATED REVOLTED ON YOU, BECAUSE THEY LOVED THEIRSELVES MORE, THAN WORSHIPPING YOU                                    AND WHAT'S WORSE IS THAT THEY ARE USING THEIR MUSIC TO HINDER THE PEOPLE GROWTH IN DISCERNING WHO THEY ARE!!!! I TOLD YOU DUMMIES,                                   I WAS THE OLDER PROTECTOR OF MUSIC FOR FATHER GOD, JUST IN CASE, THOSE ADVERSARIES, STARTED TO GET ANXIOUS, BECAUSE THAT YOUNG KING AT THE AGE                                  OF 16, YOU ALL TOOK HIS INVENTIONS, AND PUT YOUR NAMES ON MY DEAR BROTHERS INVENTIONS, HE WAS SO TROUBLED BY THAT, HE HAD ALREADY HAD RECIEVED                                 A CONCUSION, IN HIS YOUNGER YEARS,BECAUSE OF A WICKED ASS P.E TEACHER SLAMMED HIM UP AGAINST A LOCKER. THAT'S WHY I'VE ALWAYS HATED THOSE TEACHERS                                 WHO WHERE WICKED, CAUSE THEY LIED ON THE OBEDIENT CHILD, AND ALWAYS FAVORED THE WICKED CHILDREN! AND OH YEAH, MY DAD'S TRIFLING ASS JOB                                HE WORKED FOR WAS SO DAMN CHEAP AND WICKED THE MAIN CAPITAL HEAD BRANCH OF THE PLACE CALLED RIGHT AFTER MY DAD RETURNED BACK TO HEAVEN THEY                                MADE A CALL TO THE HOSPITAL TO MAKE SURE MY DAD LEFT ME, NOT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IF HE HAD A BABY, YOU ALL SHOULD HAVE COMPENSATED MY DADDY                                SEEING THAT ONE OF YOUR DAMN TRIFLING ASS EMPLOYEE'S DROPPED THE CONSTRUCTION BALL ON MY DAD'S HEAD WHILE HE WAS STILL A YOUNG TEENAGER,                                HE WAS A WALKING MIRACLE, BUT I LOVED THOSE 2 PRECIOUS HOLY MEN OF GOD, CAUSE THEY WOULD HAVE NEVER ALLOWED ME TO WORK UPUNDER                                BASTARDS LIKE YALL, JUST BECAUSE THEY KNEW I WOULD HELP ANOTHER RIGHTEOUS MAN AND WOMAN OF GOD, WITHOUT ANY QUESTION!  SO DON'T ACT                               AS IF YOU ALL KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT WHAT BOAZ OR I HAVE BEEN THROUGH IN THIS WORLD DEALING WITH UPHOLDING RIGHTEOUSNESS, WHILE PUTTING THESE                                WICKED TARES, ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!!! I DON'T CARE WHO IN THE HELL GAVE YALL TALK SHOWS, OR WHATEVER, I SUGGEST YOU KEEP YOUR MOUTH OFF OF OUR                                   LIFE STORIES, CAUSE YOU ALL DON'T KNOW A DAMN THING!!!! TRY ME IF YOU WANT TOO, YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU EVER BLASPHEMED MY FATHER GOD NAME!!!!                                         THIS IS NOT A THREAT, AND UNLIKE YALL I DON'T DEAL WITH TERRIOTS, YOU ALL ARE WORSE THAN ANYTHING, CAUSE YOU USE THE SCRIPTURES,                                           TO HIDE HOW WICKED, YOU ALL HAVE BEEN THROUGH THE YEARS, BUT I'M VERY CERTAIN THIS YEAR WILL BE TOTALLY IN OUR FAVOR THIS YEAR!!!!                                                {CAUSE THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN IS AT HAND DAILY, AND ALWAYS, FOREVER, AND EVERMORE, MY KING OF GLORY, THANK YOU AMEN, AND AMEN!!!!