Synopsis: Imagine admitting
to Loki that you never manage to orgasm when are with men, making him smirk
mischievously in response.
“Is that a
challenge, my dear?”
So for the
next couple of hours, he magically locks the two of you in your room and makes
it a challenge as to how many times he can make you cum in a row. He pleasures
you with his soft hands, his skilled and long fingers and his silver tongue before
he fucks you roughly.
Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: M Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot) Words: 4040 Warnings: smut. a lot of smut.
يجب أنْ أعترف بأنّني مِنْ الأشخاص الذّين لا يُطاقون في نهايةِ الأمر، أولئك الذّين يَشعرون أكثر مما ينبغي، الذّين يحتاجون لِكلمات مُعينة يَسمعونها، و أنّ لا كلمات تُدهشهم غير تلك التي استبقوها في مُخيلتهم، إنّني مِنْ تلك الفئة المَلولة التي ترفض الأشياء المُكررة، و الكلمات المُعادة، و الوجوه المُتشابهة، فئة المَجانين الذّين يعيشون في هروبٍ دائمٍ مِنْ كل التفاصيل، و يَضلّون طريقهم غالباً و مِن ثُم يجلسون يبكون بتَفاهة مُستفزة، و رُغم ذلك فإنّني أعتقد أنّ الأسوأ مِن هذا هو كوني شخصاً مُتناقضاً و مزاجياً إلى حد يُسبب الدُوخة - لي أولاً - !
سَتجدُني تارة مُغنياً مجنوناً مُولعاً بالصخب، مرّة أُخرى سَتجدُني كاتباً كئيباً تُوشك أنْ تكون أطراف أصابعه زرقاء داكنة أو رماديْة اللون، مرّة ثالثة ستجدُني طفلاً طيباً له عينين صافيتين، و قد تجدُني أيضاً شخصاً عاديّاً و مُملاً كالذّي يقوم بدور أحد المارة في مشهدٍ ما، و قد تَراني ذكيّاً جداً أحياناً و غبياً بِفداحة أحياناً أخرى، و لا تتعجب إنْ رأيتني أُحبّك بِشدة في لحظة و في اللحظة التي تَليها مُباشرة أَطرُدك !
و لكنّي على أيّة حال أظُنني شخص طيّب، أقلُّها لا أُؤذي أحداً - عن قصد - ، لا أسرق فرحاً مِنْ جَيب أحد رُغم تَضوّري جُوعاً و الأهم مِنْ ذلك أنّني لَم أفرِض نُكاتي السَخيفة يوماً على أحد - وهذا يكفي - !
You once said that you've put furry art online since 2008. Where can we see this early work?
the early work was powerpuff girls as bunnies. like that sounds like a joke but i roleplayed as a black & blue bunny that was the ‘bubbles’ of the group with my friend who was the ‘blossom’ bunny and our hundreds and hundreds of alternate characters (most of which were also bunnies) this went on for years.
A/N: @deanssweetheart23 I warned you not to tempt me… and now it’s here. This could turn into a little mini-series if you guys are interested, so let me know. (Fire photos are mine/from my local department, Dean is from google)
Quick language guide for those of you who don’t live with a police scanner providing constant background noise: BOLO (be on the look-out), MVA (motor vehicle accident), ALS (advanced life support), Car 3-2 (Lieutenant’s vehicle)
Yeah, so guess which Faction I’m in. Everyone is so different and there’s personality, and they’re such a mess that I love it so much. No hating on the other groups but I’m all aboard this messed up train!
summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)
tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff
by: angelboydjh on tumblr
word count: ~1.8k
first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)
dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.
“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.
“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.
“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.
dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.
“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.
“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.
“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”
dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.
phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.
“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.
dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.
phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!
“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”
phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.
“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.
it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.
he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.
“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.
“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.
“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.
“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.
“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.
“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.
“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.
“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.
“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.
“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.
“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”
“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.
“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.
“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.
“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.
“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.
“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.
“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”
“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”
“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”
“what about me?” asked dan.
“ugh! exact place!”
“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”
“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.
“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.
“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.
“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”
“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.
“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”
“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”
“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.
“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.
“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.
“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.
“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.
“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.
once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.
“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.
when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.
“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.
within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.
“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”
“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.
“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.
“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”
“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.
“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)
“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.
“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.
“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.
“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.
“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.
“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.
“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.
“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.
“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.
it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.
“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.
“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.
“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.
“uh, phil.” dan said.
“yes?” phil hummed.
“you posted the wrong video.”
“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.
“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.
“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”
“i was drunk too!”
“well, i would keep it up.”
“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”
Leia hadn’t quite believed it, when she’d heard, that her… brother, Luke was her brother, had brought Darth kriffing Vader back with him when he’d returned from the second Death Star, but now she stared at Luke kneeling next to his… father’s bedside in the medbay of the Redemption, and Han had to grab her shoulders to hold her back when she tried to surge forward and… what? Pull Luke away? Stab Vader through his heartless chest?
“Wait,” Han hissed in her ear, “listen to them.” She stopped trying to break his tight grip on her and instead focused on what her brother was saying.
“–thought you were going to die. I’m not ready to lose you.” His voice was low, shaky, and he held one of Vader’s hands clasped tightly in both his own. Leia grimaced at that. How could he stand being so close to the monster, even if he was his, their, sire?
“It was far better that I die than you, my son. I could not bear to watch him kill you in front of me.” Vader freed his hand from Luke’s and brushed his fingers gently against the younger man’s cheek. Leia shuddered at the thought of his hands touching her again, remembering only the iron grip of his fingers against her shoulders as she watched Alderaan burn. But Luke closed his eyes, a faint, bittersweet smile tugging at his lips, and tilted his head into the contact. “I had to stop him, and I was prepared to die in the process. I fear my survival will only bring you grief.”
Leia frowned. Vader had attempted to give his life for Luke’s? That was difficult to believe. She glanced up at Han, his hands on her shoulders nothing like Vader’s, and found his face equally puzzled, but his eyes were narrowed in thought rather than indignant anger.
“No, Father,” Luke gasped, his ungloved left hand, his real flesh hand, reaching up to keep Vader’s against his cheek. “I have waited my entire life to know you. Whatever this costs, it’s worth it. I have already placed myself between you and the Emperor. Nothing will be worse than that.”
Despite herself, Leia found her curiosity piqued by Luke’s statement. Why would he have had to stand between Vader and the Emperor? Hadn’t Luke been against them both? Hadn’t Vader brought Luke to the Emperor to combine the Sith’s forces against the last of the Jedi? Had Vader turned against – No. Leia shook her head. The thought was absurd, and yet… And yet, the Emperor was dead, and here Darth Vader was, lying on a bed in an Alliance medbay, with the Hero of Yavin kneeling at his side, holding his hand pressed against his face. There was more to this than she knew, even if she did not want to admit it. Even if she would never truly accept Vader as her… biological parent.
“And that was foolish, child,” Vader berated softly, an almost fond note to his rasping voice. “It was not your place to protect me.”
Luke did not answer, merely bowed his head and buried his face against his father’s chest. If he did speak, it was too quietly for Leia to hear, and she had to turn away, unease coiling in her mind at the sight of Luke so openly trusting of Vader, and perhaps a trickle of shame that he was so forgiving and she so unwilling to even contemplate it.
But no, she shoved that aside, firming her resolve. She was obliged to give Vader nothing, and he was not owed anything from her. She might decide to tolerate him for Luke’s sake, since her dear, idiotic brother had so obviously, confoundedly attached himself to the man, but she would give him nothing more. He deserved nothing more, and she would not be made to feel ashamed of this. Not by anyone, and she knew Luke would never push her, though he might be disappointed.
Han squeezed her shoulders, and she looked up at him, knowing her confliction was visible on her face.
“I think,” he said slowly, “we need to find out exactly what happened on the Death Star.”
You know what scene doesn't get enough credit? The one in ANH when Luke immediately picks up on how he can get Han to help him save Leia. Like Luke does not get nearly enough credit for how smart he is.
Ooh yes! I love that scene. I love how you can hear the conspiratorial tone in Luke’s voice. He’s just tied a carrot to a string and he’s dangling it in front of Han. Luke’s such a good judge of character. Not only does he know that this is how to get Han to help rescue Leia, he also knows that Han will come back during the Battle of Yavin. He knows Han is honorable and wants to do the right thing, despite his surface selfish attitude. That’s why he takes it so hard when Han leaves, because he really thought he would stay, and Luke’s rarely wrong about people (it’s partially a Force thing, but yes, he’s also very smart).
We see this judgement of character again when Luke clearly sees the good in his father. Of course, that’s also based on his desire for there to be good left in Vader, but Luke’s right. And he proves it.
(anon asked for highspecs + promptis baby playdate. YOU’RE WELCOME.)
There’s a little back courtyard in the citadel. Not very
many know about it, and Noct’s pretty sure that’s intentional. There’s a little
side hallway with a little stairwell that leads down here, but it’s otherwise inaccessible.
He has fond memories of running around back here as a small kid. It’s got high
walls – though not too high for an ambitious teenage prince to scale, as he
knows from experience – and is shaded heavily by trees. It’s a nice place to
waste a lazy afternoon, when you’re an exhausted king.
Noct steps out into the little area. It’s still a bit of a
mess of crumbling pathways and tall weeds, but the corner has been shaped into
a little garden, sylleblossoms bright and vibrant, dutifully cared for, though
normally they refuse to grow here. Noct’s steps hasten and a little smile
bubbles up, as he shuffles over to where Prompto’s leaning up against a tree,
sitting on a soft blanket he’s spread out.
“See you got stuck with babysitting duty,” Noct says as he
lazily settles down, sprawling on his back and laying his head in his husband’s
lap. Prompto laughs, a hand drifting, immediately, to work through Noct’s hair.
He hasn’t bothered to tie it back today, and it’s long, curling a little at the
back of his neck.
“Dunno if I’d say stuck,”
Prompto looks down and grins, though he has one eye open still, focused on the
two babies flailing on the blanket. Noct turns on his side, sighing as Prompto’s
fingers lazily trace over the shell of one ear, tugging a little at the tiny
skull earring he’s got – something dumb they all got, a symbolic gesture, of
sorts, to mark the end of their journey – and it’s impossible not to smile at
“You sound tired,” Noctis points out. “Look tired, too.” The
two babies, for the moment, are occupied with two plush toys, a fat chocobo and
a moogle with a pom that squeaks. Their son is making happy baby noises, a fat
fist stuck in his mouth, drooling happily as he waves the chocobo around. The
other baby – fair-haired and green-eyed – is offering up her best haughty baby
look, and seems to be trying to negotiate in some vague, baby-like way, a trade
of toys. It’s entertaining to watch, at the least.
“She’s almost walking, Noct,” Prompto’s voice is a strange
mixture of frustration, terror, and sheer wonder.
“She’s gonna be a nightmare. It’s crazy how much personality babies have,
when they can’t even talk.”
“Takes after her mother,” Noct says with a smile. Their son,
all curious smiles and wide-eyes and freckles everywhere, takes after Prompto, Noctis has decided. He’s hoping
that eventually he picks up on Noct’s love of sleep though, because they’re
existing in a half-dead state of constant exhaustion.
Prompto nods, but he’s shifting out from under Noctis when
the baby girl decides she’s bored with whatever little game they’re playing,
and rolls over to drag herself to the edge of the blanket. “No, nope, Gloriosa, you get back here… we aren’t playing roll around
in the dirt again, Iggy’s already gonna kill me, your clothes are filthy…”
Noctis laughs, and he sits up. True to Prompto’s words,
there’s grass stains all over the little girl’s yellow shirt. She’s giving Prompto
a solemn, reproachful look, and reaches a hand up to tug at his hair as Prompto
scoops her back up and settles back down on the blanket, the baby in his lap.
“He’s gonna be running around soon, too,” Noctis says
lazily, reaching over to pick up their son. He’s still holding onto his
chocobo plushie with iron fists, cuddling it close against his chest and
chewing on its beak now. Noct tries to disentangle it, but he hears the
beginning of a wail forming, and gives up. Whatever. It’s a chew toy now, apparently.
“I hope he starts napping
around then, too,” Prompto grumbles, but he laughs, head settling happily
on Noct’s shoulder, like it belongs there. Because it does belong there.
“Just wait till he starts warping,” Noctis adds, a hint of laughter in his voice, and he’s well
aware that he’s going to have a heart attack a million times over, ensured by fond
memories of accidentally warping onto the roof, or escaping Ignis for hours on
end by leaping right through him in a blur of blue, swirling magic.
“That’s not fair,” Prompto pouts, “I can’t keep up with you
stupid Caelums. Two against one.”
Noctis smiles. The matching rings on their fingers are
catching the sunlight, through the branches of the trees. Ignis and Aranea’s daughter
is restless again, fumbling as she crawls out of Prompto’s lap, and into Noct’s,
perching in that swaying, awkward, uncertain way that only a baby can manage,
as she goes for the chocobo plushie again, determined.
“Share your toys, Sol,” Noctis lectures idly, as his son’s
face scrunches up in the beginnings of a stubborn wail, the two babies both
tugging at the toy. Prompto leans forward and snatches up the moogle, and waves
it in front of the two babies, and it distracts them for a minute before they’re
back to poking at each other with fat little fists.
“You’re a Caelum, too,” Noctis points out, a little
belatedly, though he’s now bouncing a sniffling son in his lap as the most
cherished chocobo toy changes hands with a good deal of reluctance. “Stuck with
“Guess so,” Prompto says with a laugh, “I kinda signed up
for this, falling in love with a king, didn’t I? Don’t think sixteen year old
me had any idea what I was in for.”
“Don’t think either of us did,” Noctis laughs too though. “But
we figured it out.” Somehow, they did.