#[ the sarcasm. the sass. the scolding. ]

[xoxochb]

you know that one blurb you did with jason where he ADORES readers b00bs..

that but with percy?

mhmm percy w an obsession with his sweet girl’s tits I love u forever

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

his mouth latches over your sternum from where he lays. at first leaving light pecks but gradually growing into open-mouthed sucks along your skin.

you tangle your hands in his hair on the back of his head, keeping his face stuffed into your pretty marked up tits. you feel him smile against you, inching closer to your nipple before taking it between his lips and swirling his tongue around it.

last time this hadn’t ended well— you had scolded him for biting you. he wasn’t allowed to see you topless for a month after that.

but now you’re sure he has learned his lesson as he diligently sucks them like a leech. you sigh and rest your head back against the pillow comfortably.

“mhmmm, perce…”

his mouth leaves your nipple and continues its journey over the expanse of your exposed chest. “sweet girl.”

you don’t know why you said his name. you twirl his hair strands around your fingers in return. his lips leave your tits and rests on your shoulder tiredly. but his hands begin to knead them now, demanding touching every second available.

and also to make up for lost time.

“percy, are ya fallin’ asleep on me?”

“no. just gettin’ comfortable, that okay with you, sweet girl.”

you slap his head. the sass on this boy is insanity.

“no, it’s not actually.” you retaliate his sarcasm.

he removes one hand from your chest and moves yours back to his hair, a silent demand for you to continue. therefore proving your point that he was falling asleep like this.

[theosbaby]

i still hate you

mattheo riddle x fem!reader

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SUMMARY ! you're assigned as mattheo's partner for a project, which forces you to work together despite the hatred you feel towards him.

WARNINGS ! enemies to lovers, sassy!reader, swearing, name-calling, insults, SMUT, dom!mattheo, sub!reader, slight neck grabbing, dirty talk, hair pulling, public sex (kinda), degrading and praising, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex.

NOTES ! english isn't my first language, so you might find mistakes. i had the hugest writer's block, but i finally finished this... hope you like it!

when professor snape assigned mattheo riddle as your partner for a very important potions project, you knew right away that you were going to fail. you hated mattheo and he hated you as well; there was no way you'd be able to work together without trying to kill each other in the process.

"hello there, princess," he greeted when you arrived at the library, taking a look at you.

you rolled your eyes as you approached the table where he was sitting and you dropped the books on top of it. then, you watched as he slouched in his chair, spreading his legs wide. despite yourself, that action made your heart skip a beat. you couldn't deny he was very attractive, even though you despised him, but that was something you'd never admit out loud.

"don't call me 'princess'," you replied, making a face, "you know i hate that."

mattheo chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement, while he crossed his arms over his chest and said, "oh, i know, my dear. that's why i keep doing it." his smirk grew wider as he watched your reaction.

you narrowed your eyes, glaring at his smug expression. you couldn't believe how insufferable he was.

"stop acting like an idiot," you said, taking a seat on the table.

mattheo leaned forward in his chair, resting his arms on top of the table and spoke, "or what, princess? you'll hex me?" he asked, sarcasm clear in his voice, "i doubt it."

you saw him winking at you just to piss you off, which made you clench your fists tightly, biting back a curse, completely unamused by his behaviour.

"don't tempt me, riddle," you snapped at him. "i just might."

mattheo's smirk grew wider as he watched your anger bubble up. you knew he loved to push your buttons until you got all riled up like that.

"so feisty," he murmured, his dark eyes locked on yours. "i like that."

"dont't fucking flirt with me, you asshole," you spat.

your face scrunched up in disgust, which was faked of course, deep down you knew you liked him more than you would even recognise out loud... or even to yourself.

mattheo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms again, completly unfazed by your ourtbust. he looked at you with a smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips, as if challenging you to stop him.

"are you always this uptight, sweetheart?" he asked wih a mocking tone. "it's exhausting just watching you."

"are you always this infuriating?" you bit back, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at him.

laughter bubbled up from mattheo's chest, filling the air around you. he found your defensive sass quite charming, even if it was just a front. you shut him down, not wanting the librarian to scold you for making noise.

"only around you, sweetheart," he answered, his voice low and husky, "you bring out the worst in me."

"the feeling's mutual, darling," you responded, staring at him closely.

the potions paper was already well forgotten.

mattheo gave you a wolfish grin and leaned into you, gripping your chair to pull you dangerously close to him, his eyes darkening as he looked at you.

"i think you secretly like me," he murmured, his voice dropping even lower as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "you're just too stubborn to admit it," he added.

you laughed in response, trying to act nonchalat as you whispered, "in your fucking dreams, riddle." you winked at him after that, biting your quill nervously.

"trust me..." you saw his eyes wndering all over your body, a predatory spark shining in them, "you don't wanna know the kind of things that we do in my dreams, princess," he said, his voice filled with a dark promise.

a light blush appeared in your cheeks at his sudden and blunt admission.

"of course not, you perv," you told him, trying to appear disgusted by the idea.

in reality... well... his words had you feeling all hot and bothered.

"don't pretend you don't like it..." he said in a husky whisper, "you're blushing, sweetheart."

his hand brushed slightly the soft skin of your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns in it. your breath hitched due to is action, but you pushed his hand away almost immediately.

"don't touch me, mattheo," you warned him.

despite your reluctance, you had to press your legs together to ease the familiar tingling between them. mattheo noticed the way you were squirming in your seat an smirked.

"stop resisting me, yeah?" he reached to grasp at your jaw a little bit roughly, forcing you to look at him. "you know you want me, sweetheart, i can see it in your eyes."

you gasped in surprise, looking up at him with doe like eyes as you inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling intimidated in his presence.

"now that's a pretty sound," he murmured against your lips before capturing them in a heated kiss.

his tongue slid against your plump bottom lip, demanding entrance as his hand moved down to curl around your neck. you whimpered softly, parting your lips just enough to allow his tongue inside your mouth. you grasped at his curly hair, your fingers tangling in his hair strands.

"that's more like it, princess... i was starting to get tired of all that fighting," he growled lowly.

his hands slid down to cup your ass cheeks and he squeezed gently before lifting you up so you were sitting on top of the wooden table. you thanked god that you both were in a hidden corner of the library and no one could actually see you.

"i still hate you," you pointed out, spreading your legs to make room for him in between them.

"yeah... you keep telling yourself that."

he grinned wickedly at you before leaning in to capture your lips once more, easing himself between your spread thighs. his hands moved down your hips in search of the hem of your school skirt as he practically devoured your mouth, making you whimper into the kiss. when he found it, his fingers worked quickly to push it up over your hips, revealing a pair of black lace panties.

"mhmm, you smell so good," he mumbled as he started trailing kisses down your jawline and neck.

you tilted your head to the side to give him more access to your neck and moaned when you felt his big veiny hands caressing your creamy thighs, getting closer to where you needed him most with each passing second.

"i bet you taste even better," he whispered against your skin before nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh os your neck.

he cupped your pussy through your panties, feeling your wetness seeping through the lace. his touch drew a needy whimper out of you.

"mattheo..." you breathed out, bitting your lower lip eagerly.

"so fucking wet for me, princess," he groaned, his fingers tracing soft cicles over your clit through the delicate thin fabric.

you gripped at his muscular forearm, your nails digging into it as you let your head fall backwards. you had to bite your lips to hold back the loud moans that threatened to escape your lips.

"mattheo, please," you panted while your hips bucked forward.

you needed more.

"please what, sweetheart?" he teased with a smirk, his lips brushing against your ear.

he withdrew his fingers to grab your panties and push them aside slowly, exposing your pink glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. he took a moment to admire your beautiful body, groaning at the sight of you.

"i need your fingers," you answered in a low whisper.

a smile curled in his lips as he leaned down to capture your mouth in another scorching kiss. his hand slid between your legs again, his fingers slipping through your soaked folds to touch your clit and swirl around it gently.

"such a needy little slut you are, huh?" he growled against your lips, his free hand grasping at your throat roughly.

you squirmed underneath his touch and your eyes fluttered shut. you didn't answer him, his assault to your clit was making your mind go blank.

"look at you," he chuckled lowly, his voice raspy. "not so sassy now, are you?"

two of his fingers slid down slowly to tease your tight entrance before he finally pushed them in. you let out a soft little whine as you felt the stretch from his long slender digits, your eyes rolling back.

"fuck," he groaned, pulling his fingers almost all the way out before thrusting them back in again, roughly, his grip in your throat tightening. "you like that, you little slut?"

you moaned in response, nodding, while your face scrunched in pleasure. your hips bucked up towards his hand when you felt his digits brushing your g-spot, which sent shivers down your spine.

"mattheo– fuck."

"you're dripping all over the fucking table," he purred, his fingers moving faster within you while his thumb circled your clit. "can't get enough of my fingers, huh?"

your mouth dropped open in a silent scream of pleasure and you opened your eyes to look at him. you could feel the coil in your belly tightening as he pushed you towards your orgasm.

"i'm gonna cum," you stuttered, your breathing coming out in sharp pants.

"do it," he ordered, his thumb pressing harder against your swollen clit as his fingers curled inside you to hit your sweet spot. "cum in my fingers like the dirty slut you are."

your whole body started shaking from pleasure when you came, your pussy clenching around his fingers tightly, and he had to cover your mouth to mute your loud moans so nobody in the library would hear you.

when you came down from your high, he slowly pulled his fingers out of your pussy, giving your thigh a light smack before capturing your lips a rough, mind blowing kiss. after he pulled away, he gave you a smirk.

"that's a good girl."

you fell limp onto the wooden table, your legs still wide open, as you tried to recover from your orgasm.

"get up," he ordered, reaching down to tug on your hair and pulling you onto your feet. you wobbled a little as he bent you over the table. "i'm not done with you yet."

you gasped and gripped at the edge of the table. you couldn't help but squirm in anticipation when you heard the rustling of his clothes as he worked to free his erection from his pants.

smirking, he forced your legs apart and gave you a sharp slap on the ass that left a bright red handprint. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your soaked pussy, teasingly, before slowly pushing inside of you.

"you're so fucking tight," he growled, one of his hands grabbing your hip, while the other grasped at your hair to push you back towards his cock.

you moaned at the intrusion; his big cock stretched you out to the brink, making you writhe in pleasure and pain at the same time.

he thrust into you slowly at first, letting you adjust to him, before he began to fuck you hard against the table. he turned you into a moaning mess in no time, which forced you to cover your mouth with your hand to keep quiet, your brow furrowed in pleasure.

"you love this dick, huh?" he asked between labored breaths, his free hand slapping against your ass cheek again.

you cried out at the spank, your palm muting the sound, luckily. you were unable of forming any coherent thought as he kept pounding hard into your aching cunt.

"have i fucked you dumb or what?" he mocked, pulling at your hair to make you look back at him, "answer me."

you whimpered, managing to reply, "love your dick... feels so fucking good."

as you talked, your pussy started tightening around his cock, announcing your upcoming orgasm. he growled, sliding his hand down your belly to spank your clit as he thrust into you faster.

"don't you dare cum until i say so," he ordered.

"please," you whimpered, his slap on your clit sending shivers down your spine. "need it so bad."

your whole body was trembling as you tried to hold back your orgasm. you dropped your head onto the table, panting for air.

"fucking beg me," he demanded, his fingers starting to circle tour clit.

"mattheo, please... please, let me cum," you pleaded in a whisper, whining pathetically, "i'm begging you, please... i promise i'll be a good girl."

with a smug grin, he thrust deep inside you one final time and groaned as your tight walls clenched around him.

"such a good little slut... a'right, you can cum now."

you came while you moaned his name repeatedly, trying to keep your voice as low as you possibly could. your eyes rolled back and your toes curled as your pussy pulsed so hard that you pushed him over the edge with you.

"fuck," he growled, pulling out of you and covering your mouth to muffle your moans as he shot his cum all over your ass cheeks.

while you laid on the table, completely exhausted and trying to catch your breath, he leaned down to kiss your cheek softly.

"still hate me, princess?" he purred, running his fingers through your sweat-drenched hair.

"fuck you," you muttered under your breath; it became clear that you were joking when you smirked.

"you already did, sweetheart."

[pursuitseternal]

“𝕺𝖚𝖗 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉: 𝕷𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖘’ 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙” ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 2, 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 ℑ𝔫 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢

Post-canon Lord Astarion x Cordehlia | E | 3K

🎨 by @marimosalad Crowdehlia Cordehlia’s co-creator

Summary: In the comfort of his arcane tower, Gale reveals the details of the mission for the Ascendant and his Raven, and grants them magical items to aid their quest. Left to their own devices, Astarion and Cordehlia do what they do best, finally alone…

CW: Banter, annoyed Tara, homebrew items (except the necklace really does exist, Act 3!), Quickie smut, bed creaking smut, desperate Astarion and Consort just as down bad for him. And poor Gale.

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Chapter 1 for “Our Blood is Thicker,” OG series

A loud, open-mouth scoff was Astarion’s reply to Gale’s dramatics. “I swear to the gods this had better be worth my time, or I’ll walk my way back to the necropolis. At least it’s pleasant there… and quiet,” he gave that annoyed smirk.

That impudent grin earned him a shove in his ribs from his love. “You’re not going anywhere without me, and I’m helping Gale,” Cordehlia’s tone was meant to provoke, her eyes meaning to goad him into obedience.

Irritated, Astarion narrowed his eyes, a silent dare, provoking her to hold to her threat. “Fine,” he huffed, relenting. “But only because I won’t let you out of my sight. Gods know what sort of trouble you’d end up in without me.”

Astarion extended a single finger to trace her jaw, one that Cordehlia snapped at with a sharp turn of her head.

“Ahh, ancient love,” Gale bit, sarcasm darkening the good natured tone he usually used. He leaned back in his chair, when suddenly, something fluffy and brown swooped into the open space of his lap before he could even cross his ankle over his knee.

Astarion fairly shrieked, fangs bared and glinting in the firelight of the study. “Mangy beast,” he huffed as he tried to catch his breath.

The cat turned her head, yellow slitted eyes roaming over their guests. “I hear you can view yourself in the mirror now, vampire, if your looking for the real mangy beast in this room…”

Two snorts came in reply, Cordehlia and Gale equally blushing and giggling and trying to hide their reactions behind their palms. “Tara, play nice with the other creatures,” Gale chided her, even as he rewarded her sass with a hearty scratch under her chin. “That one can change into a rather large bat and still drain you dry.” Gale nodded towards the Ascendant.

But Tara only laughed. “Only if he could catch me,” she fired back, fanning her own set of wings.

“Why, you…” Astarion bristled in his place beside Cordehlia’s seat, fangs bared, hissing and spitting like a tomcat himself.

Cordhelia smiled slightly. “Sadly, you’d have to content yourself with my one and only form, Tara, but if you recall, you enjoyed my fingers rubbing your belly.”

“I do remember, my lady,” the tressym purred delightedly, curling on her master’s lap to face her. “But Master Dekarios has just the solution to that little issue you mentioned about your form.”

“Tara, that was my big surprise,” Gale half scolded, half laughed as he tapped his finger on that tiny pink nose. A twinkle in his hazel eyes, and Gale’s hand glowed, summoning a pretty little black box, opening to reveal a stunning necklace, a little circlet of gold with a bright blue stone in the center. “This is the Corvid Token, a little bauble that will grant you the polymorph of a Dire Raven.” He grinned widely, watching as Cordehia’s pale face lit up in joy. “And I can think of no better home than around the neck of the Lady Corvus, the Ascendant’s Raven.”

Astarion cleared his throat, a little high-pitched and whiny. “I’m sure my Bride will put it to good use in my service,” he crowed, hand splayed on his chest.

Cordehlia threw him a self-righteous smirk, “Oh Gale, it’s perfect.” She turned her bright scarlet eyes on their friend, relishing the bristle of annoyance that flowed from her mate. “It’s been so long since I received anything so powerful and elegant all at once…”

“Now you’re just being mean and petty,” Astarion huffed under his breath, folding his arms and sulking.

“Don’t you fret, dear Ascendant,” the wizard chuckled, petting his purring pet as she nestled in his lap and glared daggers at the vampire. “I have a gift for you too. I wouldn’t send my dearest sanguine-sated companions into the proverbial lion’s den without some magical items of arcane significance.”

Astarion’s eyes narrowed.

“He’s giving us weapons to help us in our…”

“Yes, I get it. Thank you, dearest treasure,” he interrupted, clipped and biting as he glared at them both.

A wry smile on his face, and Gale’s hands glowed blue. The light settled on Astarions crown, two matching prongs of cambion horns materializing from the light. “What in the hells,” the vampire snarled, spine going ramrod straight before it bent under the new weight. The magic gone, and Astarion gingerly felt along their bumped and curled edges. “Well, fuck, these are heavy. I’m used to you giving me a headache, Gale, but I didn’t realize you would manifest it quite so literally….”

Cordehlia gave a decidedly unladylike snort.

“Care to explain why I have devil horns, wizard?” He gave a disgruntled frown, his hands and arms gesticulating to the sudden monstrosity on his perfect hair.

“I kind of like them,” Cordehlia purred, grabbing his hand to pull him lower.

“You, shut it,” he smirked, his annoyance doubling by the moment.

Gale sat there patting his own chin, making faces and running his hand through his hair. As if he looked at his reflection.

“Hells, it’s not some invisible astral projection, is it?” Astarion somehow sounded even more peeved.

And Gale finally stood, Tara’s padded feet landing silently on the red carpet as she trundled away. “Where you are going tomorrow, you will need good disguises, and I will need to see your every move.” He waved to the horns. “Remember Wyll’s eye? The Sending Stone in the cuticle of your horns will allow me to see and communicate with you directly, oh mighty Ascendant.”

Those crimson eyes glared in ire. “So you’re keeping tabs on me? Checking your own face in the way you look from this… rack… on my head. I do so enjoy a good rack...”

Gale smirked, folding his arms. “I’m going to take the high road on this one and ignore your innuendo.”

Astarion sucked his teeth, “Really? I mean I knew you were a little fun, Gale, but no fun whatsoever? Gotten even more boring as a teacher or whatever in your quaint little wizard school, it seems.” He settled on the arm of Cordehlia’s chair, one arm wrapped around her back, the other teasing a finger down her front to trail in the valley of her chest. “I suppose, if the lewd humor is off the table, you won’t mind if I engage in some lewd behavior…”

Gale covered his eyes, “Hells, I can see everything you see, Astarion, including Cordehlia’s… ahem… décolletage. This was a mistake trusting you with a Seeing Stone imbued disguise…”

Tara purred a laugh from her cushion. “It’s not too late to just swap the roles… Make the preening male the small, winged creature and give the female the arcane treasure.” Her fluffy tail twitched. “She smells trustworthy.”

Cordhelia beamed.

Astarion rolled those red eyes so far back, they could have stuck. “Just because I can take wild form, a most ferocious bat, mind you,” he commented pointedly at the tressym, “it doesn’t mean that I am amenable to such a plan. I am… Ascendant… after all.”

A warm laugh, and Gale leaned forward. “Tara, play nice with our guests. We don’t get many. Even if your observations are, as always, astute.” The wizard lost that smile as he regarded his friends. “I realize you look and feel ridiculous and perhaps woefully unprepared. Allow me to illuminate you.” He leaned back in his seat once more, steepling his fingers as his elbows rested on the arms. “Are you familiar with the coven of vampires here, Astarion?”

His jaw clenched, his hand stiffened on Cordehlia’s shoulder. “Lord Malicus and I have... brushed elbows in the past, though never in any way that would leave me… unwilling to face him, shall we say,” his voice was tight, words dancing around the scars of his past even amongst closest of friends.

Gale gave a sigh of relief. “That is good, I thought I had been thorough in what research I could to see how often you might have crossed paths before, and while I consider myself to be exhaustive, vampires unsurprisingly do not maintain accurate records.“

“Yes, being creatures of the night will do that to you,“ Astarion said. “An innate tendency for secrecy is a must when one is a fearsome monster….” He leered down at Cordehlia, rakish and smirking to produce the desired effect. She was always up for a good fang-bearing leer.

But all she did was lean forward in her seat opposite Gale. “So these vampires took something from you? Something dangerous and powerful?”

The serious professor somehow looked suddenly more solemn than usual. “Yes, by Elminster’s beard. An item I had my sights set on for the studies at the academy. A most singular text of arcane knowledge and power. They nabbed it before I could retrieve it, holding it in their crypt beneath Malicus’ tower.”

Astarion had busied himself by feeling the ridged curves of his left horn, then he snapped to attention. “Another powerful… text? You are having us risk everything for… a book?”

“Was the Codex just a book? The Annals of Karsus? How about your precious Necromancy of Thay, hmm?” Gale tensed, those wrinkles forming between his hazel eyes.

Astarion glared, “Point taken. So your grand plan to purloin this book for you requires me to have horns and my love to be a bird?” He arched his brow, feigning a greater interest in his nail beds as he delicately fanned his fingers.

“Indeed, mighty Ascendant. You’ll use your status to gain entry to his gathering for Liars’ Night, a grand soirée of hedonism and blood. By all appearances, you’ll be alone, just a harmless corvid familiar resting on your shoulder…” his bright eyes danced with mischief as he skimmed them over Cordehlia’s playful grin.

“Well, all my years being Lady Corvus, the Raven, the Bone Picker and now,” she giggled low in her chest, “I finally get to test my wings at it for real.”

Gale guffaws, slapping his knee. “I know, I know, you’ll be the delightful Lady Crowdehlia!”

Astarion audibly wretched. “Oh Gale, even for your brand of humor that was… horrible,” he chided, tones of utter disgust in his purring voice.

Gale laughed heartily, “Why doesn’t my lady try her new form. I’m sure Tara would love to teach you flying if it’s a struggle. If you don’t take to it like a fish to water.” The way he made himself laugh only earned him a matching giggle from Cordehlia and a scathing eye roll and sneer from the Ascendant. A touch of her pendant, a burst of blue magic, and in place of a vampiric beauty in his chair there was a stunning black Dire Raven, glossy black feathers and shining beak and everything.

Astarion’s eyes were saucers, staring down at the massive black bird. Her heartbeat was the same, their tethered souls and minds still intact. “Oh, fuck yeah!” he heard her exclaim as the bird hopped around on the velveteen seat. Sleek black wings extended and she was off, flapping and cawing around Gale’s tower.

Heart racing in dread, Astarion jumped to his feet and tried to grab for her. What if she fell… what if she couldn’t land… what if that mangy beast forgot herself and decided it was supper time?

“Godsdammit Gale, she could get hurt,” he snarled, rounding on the wizard with red eyes blazing in misdirected rage.

But the bird… or Cordehlia… or whatever… just swooped deftly to land on the tip of his dark horn. “Relax, my love. It’s easy and… I haven’t had this much fun since we killed our way out of the Goblin Camp back in the day,” she laughed, ruffling her feathers and folding her wings.

The Ascendant looked down his nose at Gale, that wizard’s arrogant grin pissing the shit out of him for one reason or another, he wasn’t sure yet why. “Alright, Gale,” he spat the name with playful vitriol, “so as the devil in disguise and his crow familiar… we get into this Liars’ Night ball, we find the vault, break in, get your… ugh… book, and return it to you without them suspecting a thing?”

“Yup, pretty much!” Gale clapped his hands together and leaned back in his chair. “I’ll spare you the details, Astarion. They were never your thing anyway. I’ll give you lots of backs to stab and necks to bite and treasure to loot.” Gale’s smirk widened at his friends. “Just do not abuse the power of that Sending Stone in your horns. You can conjure or dismiss it at will like Cordehlia’s form, so please,” he grimaced, pinching the bridge of his nose, “dismiss the horns before you get… horny.”

“Tch,” Astarion pouted, “you’re no fun, but fine.”

A swirl of magic and both vampires dismissed their gifted forms.

Gale stood. “Tara will show you to your room for tonight. Behave yourselves, please. I don’t have the same resources as you to clean up after your… activities, oh mighty Ascendant,” he laughs, a bit hollow and honest as he watches them walk down the hall after his tressym.

“I missed this…” Astarion whispered into Cordehlia’s mind as they followed Tara up some curved staircase to a spacious landing. “The thrill of adventure with you, the risk of being… caught.” His hand wandered slowly from her lower back to grip her ass deliciously.

Tara sat at the entrance to a small curved door in the hall. “Your accommodations, courtesy of the Master. Don’t make a mess,” she sighed, flicking her tail as she watched them disappear inside.

Cordehlia entered the small bedchamber, setting her bag of holding down and removing her new precious necklace. “Astarion, do you think—”

His kiss of fangs silenced her, hands gripping and turning her by the shoulders as he covered her mouth. Lips worked furiously, tongue demanding entrance to taste her, to tangle with her own. And Cordhelia melted into his arms, her thoughts scattered to the wind as they did the moment she tasted him.

“I need you,” he whispered into her mind. “Keep it quick and quiet and the wizard will be none the wiser.” His skilled fingers made quick work of her jerkin and top, palming and massaging her breasts the second they were freed. A low growl in the back of his throat, and he backed her blindly to the edge of the small bed, laughing as she tumbled unceremoniously into it.

Arms around his neck, she pulled him clumsily down on top, the bed making a loud thump as their undead bodies landed. Their crimson eyes locked together, waiting and panting and listening if they had been caught. After several long seconds of their pointed ears twitching only to hear the settling of Gale’s tower, they gave sighs of relief.

“Good,” Astarion whispered as he crushed her into the bed, lips already working furiously in another kiss. “I’m too worked up to stop, even if we were found out.” His chuckle was deep-bellied and rumbling, a constant low growl as Cordehlia pulled him into her with equal need. Her hips rolled under him, hands pulling on the curve of his ass to press his fine leather-clad erection against her mound.

His name tumbled from her lips, felt more than heard against his all-consuming lips. She bucked her hips, lifting them to frantically drag them to her ankles. “My love, please,” she moaned in her deep and musical voice. Once she kicked off her shoes and freed herself, a sigh and a smile slipped from her. The relief of his clothed cock on her bare folds brought tears to her eyes.

She rocked her hips, desperate for more… more friction, more him. “I’ve been aching since the necropolis,” Cordehlia rasped, her fangs clicking against his as her kiss grew sloppy and desperate.

“I know,” he taunted, a cheeky, arrogant chuckle as he slipped his fingers inside her to touch those perfect spots. “I could smell you. I always… smell you,” he growled, his body making the small wooden bed start to creak as he thrust against her harder. “Hells,” he grumbled, “quick and quiet and…” he quickly freed his cock from his trousers, sheathing it in that familiar tight warmth of his love, “don’t break the bed.”

Cordehlia clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling the whimper that tore through her from cunt to crown. His hips rolled, dragging deliciously in her walls, making her unbearably and instantly wet for him. Her eyes went wide, staring up at his conceited smirk, scarlet eyes glaring her warning.

He rocked faster, the small wooden frame of the bed creaking, its joints protesting as Astarion lowered himself, his full weight crushing her into the poor feather mattress. His lips replaced her hand to gag and swallow her noises, his tongue tangling with her to keep her quiet. One hand gripped into the back of her head, weaving and snagging in her red-orange hair. Smirking, he knew just how to unravel her, his free hand reaching to pull her by her ass against his hips, letting his cock grind on her clit. And then, his knee— his cursed, blessed knee—pressed her open, splaying her wider to make sure he dragged his cock against her inner nerves with every rapid thrust.

An elven curse slipped past her lips, the bed complaining louder as he drew near his climax. His body moved with feral need, lost was all the care and caution. Cordehlia’s hand slapped behind her pushing the headboard back to tighten the creaking piece of shit under them. “Hells… quick and quiet, huh?” she mocked, her words scratched in her throat as she dangled on the edge of her own pleasure-wave.

“He should just be thankful I don’t leave you a wet… and bloody mess… all over his guestroom,” he snickered, his voice fading into pants and groans until he felt her squeeze him. Her walls clamped around him, her back arching off the poor bed, legs wrapped snug around his waist. “Cordehlia,” he hissed. He panted her name once more, those four sweet syllables breaking in his throat as he came. His fingers clawed into her neck and ass, his breathing ragged and hot in her ear as he emptied inside her. That wetness that seeped from her cunt poured from her as she came around him again, sweet walls fluttering in rapid uneven pulses.

Their foreheads pressed together, their sweaty damp skin sticking as they breathed and laughed and shushed each other.

A soft knock at the door made them jump out of their undead skin. “Breakfast first thing in the morning,” Gale’s voice called through the door. Then, there was a slight pause. “And there are fresh bed linens in the dresser against the wall…”

[noobiestnoober]

Coincidence, My Ass (Jake X Reader)

You thought being saved during a bioterror outbreak was wild enough… until Jake Muller kept reappearing in your life like a six-foot-tall walking coincidence. From your hospital bed to your coffee shop shift, to literally moving in next door—he’s always just there. With a smirk. And suspicious timing.

It’s giving: 👀 He’s definitely not stalking you 😤 You definitely don’t like him (okay, maybe a little) 🐱 He saved your cat once—zero chill about it 💥 There may or may not be a conspiracy unfolding around you

💬 Expect sharp-tongued banter, accidental soft moments, and that slow-burn tension that makes you yell at your screen.

You were just another civilian when the bioterror outbreak hit. Chaos erupted like wildfire—people screaming, infected tearing through the streets, and the world collapsing into a living nightmare. You were cornered in a half-destroyed alleyway, bruised and breathless, a mutated J'avo snarling just inches from your face, when he appeared out of nowhere. Rugged, cocky, and infuriatingly smug, Jake Muller dropped in like some bootleg action hero, shot the thing mid-leap, and turned to you with a smirk that could cut glass.

"You owe me dinner, sweetheart," he said.

You thought that was the last you'd see of him. Just another weirdly attractive mercenary passing through your nightmare. But fate—or something more persistent—had other plans. First, he popped up at the hospital where you were being treated, casually leaning against the doorway with a smirk and an energy drink. Then he showed up again, weeks later, as a customer at the local coffee shop you’d started working at to regain some normalcy. And again, standing suspiciously close to your apartment building, claiming he was visiting a friend. You didn’t believe him, but he just winked and strolled off. And now? He’s your next-door neighbor. Because of course he is.

Every single time, it’s written off as a “coincidence.” Jake never outright admits to following you. But he doesn’t deny it either. Somehow, whenever things start going sideways—like when your apartment gets broken into but nothing’s stolen, or when you find your tires mysteriously slashed—Jake is just... there. Leaning against the wall with that damned smirk, offering casual advice or making sarcastic comments while clearly scanning the perimeter.

You try to confront him. He brushes you off. You accuse him of stalking, and he deflects with something like, “If I were stalking you, you wouldn’t notice.” It’s maddening. But also… kind of comforting. Against your better judgment, you begin to rely on his presence. And maybe—even worse—you begin to look forward to it.

The longer this continues, the more complicated it gets. There’s tension—snarky, loaded, and lingering. You challenge him at every turn, and he matches you blow for blow, his sarcasm keeping pace with your sass. He breaks into your apartment once, “just to check the locks.” You nearly pepper spray him—he laughs and calls you adorable. He teaches you how to disarm someone using a hairdryer with mock-serious enthusiasm. You teach him how to make a latte and scold him for using too much milk. He rescues your cat from a literal fire and calls it “an annoying fluffball,” but you catch the way he scratches behind her ears when he thinks you’re not looking.

Through it all, a maddening, slow-growing affection simmers. A relationship built on banter, sharp glances, and long silences where unspoken feelings crackle in the air like static.

As the nights grow stranger and danger creeps closer, the pattern becomes harder to ignore. What felt like quirky coincidences now look like calculated patterns. Jake isn't just sticking around for fun.

Eventually, you come to two inevitable conclusions:

You might—just might—actually like the infuriating bastard.

The things happening around you aren’t random, and Jake Muller isn’t here out of boredom. Something bigger is at play—and somehow, you’re at the center of it. Jake? He’s your reluctant protector… and maybe something more.

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ִֶָ☾. See You Later!

cw: war au pairing: megumi x OC, dad!Satoru wc: 1.3k part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 >>> coming soon!

TWO MONTHS LATER The sun hadn’t even peeked over the mountains yet when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I blinked, groggy and still half-dreaming about a life where I wasn’t being dragged out of bed before dawn. “Lieutenant Arata?” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

“Get up,” she said softly, almost… nicely? “Just you. The others are still out cold.”

I followed her, boots barely laced, my brain trying to piece together whether I was in trouble or about to be forced into some extra push-up punishment for yesterday’s sprint sass.

But she didn’t lead me to the training yard. She led me to her office.

The lights were dim, the heater humming quietly. It smelled like old coffee and something faintly floral—maybe those weird herbal things adults who don’t sleep properly drink. Arata sat behind her desk, arms folded, a file open in front of her. My file. No—the file. Actually, the copy of it.

My stomach twisted. “If this is about the thing I took, I—”

“Relax, Akira,” she said, cutting me off before I could spiral into a full-on defensive speech. “Buzzcut already told me. If it makes you feel any better, he only ratted you out because he figured I’d be less dramatic about it.”

“Rude,” I muttered, sitting down. “So… what happens now? You going to wipe my memory or something?”

“I’m not the Men in Black,” she replied, smirking slightly. “But I wanted to talk to you. Just us.”

That got my attention.

She tapped her fingers on the folder. “You’re looking into Project Blind Sun. Buzzcut gave me the short version. I figured it was time I gave you mine.”

I blinked. “You know about it?”

“Only pieces,” she admitted. “Most of it was sealed above my clearance. But I knew your mom. I knew her best friend, too. Back then, before everything went to hell, we weren’t in uniform all the time. We were just... women trying to survive the system. Friends. A little reckless. Definitely too smart for the brass.”

She smiled faintly at the memory, then looked me dead in the eyes.

“Fengxian - your mom - and Kiyomi. They weren’t just civilians caught in the crossfire. They were part of something bigger. Your mom especially. She was one of the best hackers I’ve ever met—she could dismantle an entire surveillance web with a radio and a coffee machine.”

That sounded exactly like her.

“But something changed near the end. They started getting nervous. Like someone was watching them, or like they knew too much. I asked once. Your mom smiled, tapped her temple, and said, ‘They want us dumb. And we’re not dumb, are we?’ Then she left it at that.”

I didn’t speak for a moment. The heater buzzed.

“I think they were working with your father,” Arata continued. “Maybe not officially, maybe not even legally. But there’s a reason why all three of them—Fengxian, Kiyomi, and Toji—‘died’ in the same explosion. That’s not a coincidence. That’s cleanup.”

I leaned forward. “So you believe me.”

Arata raised an eyebrow. “You think I dragged you in here to scold you? I’m not Buzzcut. I’m not here to shut you down. I’m here to help. Your dad saved a lot of us. Your mom saved me personally. If there’s even a chance they’re still alive, I’ll do what I can to help you find out.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but my throat tightened instead. All the sarcasm and bravado in the world couldn’t cover up how much I needed that—someone finally standing with me, not just behind me.

“Thank you,” I said, quieter than I expected.

She leaned back, all business again. “Don’t thank me yet. We’re just getting started. You’ve got half a trail and a whole forest to navigate. Buzzcut’ll keep an eye on you, and I’ll help from the inside. But you need to play it smart. No more breaking into restricted files without a plan.”

I tried to smile. “So... you’re saying I need two toothbrushes to scrub the barracks next time?”

She rolled her eyes. “Make it three.” -------- (Megumi's POV) (TWO MONTHS AGO, WHEN AKIRA DISSAPEARED) The last time I saw her, she was curled up beside me, breathing slow and steady. It was one of those rare nights where neither of us had nightmares. I remember thinking how peaceful she looked, like the war hadn't touched her - like we weren’t living in the rubble of everything we’d lost.

I gave her my blanket. She always kicked hers off.

We made a fort out of bedsheets and stuffed a stolen can of peaches between us like it was treasure. She mumbled something in her sleep. I didn’t catch it. I think it was my name.

When I woke up, she was gone.

No note. No goodbye. Just the peaches. And her bracelet on her pillow.

I tore the fort apart looking for her. Searched the entire block. Thought maybe she was out for a walk or on a snack run or pulling some kind of Akira-level prank.

But when her dad’s old jacket was missing - the one with the burn on the sleeve and the rip in the pocket she always kept stitched shut, the one he didn't take with him when he disappeared, what, five months ago now - I knew.

She had left.

She left me.

(CURRENT TIMELINE)

I threw the file across the room. It didn’t say anything new. Nothing we didn’t already know.

Project: Blind Sun. Status: Top Secret. Casualties: [REDACTED]. Purpose: [REDACTED]. Ethics Review: Never Happened.

Great. Government-sanctioned amnesia.

I shoved my hands through my hair and stared at the ceiling of the underground briefing room. Concrete. Cold. Like everything else in this place.

“Throwing files won’t make the truth come faster,” came a voice from the door.

I didn’t even look. “Neither will staring at them until my eyeballs dry out.”

The voice belonged to a woman named Kuroiwa — my contact in this task force. Not military. Something… deeper. Black-ops level. The type of place that didn’t exist on paper.

She stepped inside and kicked the file back toward me with her boot. “We’re not looking for paper trails, Fushiguro. We’re looking for shadows. You want answers? Learn to see in the dark.”

I sighed. “That’s not ominous at all.”

“You think this project has rules? You think your father and mother died in an airstrike like the records say?”

I looked up.

“Because we don’t,” she said. “And neither did your sister.”

The file felt heavier now.

“Why me?” I asked.

“Because you're reckless,” she said. “And angry. And because when we ran your psych eval, you said the only thing keeping you alive was a girl with white hair and too many secrets.”

My hands clenched. “She’s not a secret.”

“Exactly,” she said. “She’s the key.”

Flashback again: That night, two months ago, I found her combat boots by the door. Laces still double-knotted the way she liked them. She must’ve slipped out barefoot. Quiet.

My heart was a war drum.

I ran outside. Called her name.

Akira. Akira, come back. Akira, what are you doing?

I sat on the curb until morning.

I didn’t cry. I never do.

But the world felt colder.

Like she’d taken the sun with her.

They told me to forget about her. "She's too much trouble, too dangerous," they said.

But they don’t know what it’s like to lose the only person who ever made you believe in something again. They don’t know what it’s like to wake up cold - every morning - for two months, because she was the only thing that made you feel alive.

They don’t know her laugh.

They don’t know how she looked at me when we were kids and said, “If the world ends, I’m still finding you.”

So no.

I’m not detached.

I’m focused.

She vanished into the light.

I’ll dig through the dark to bring her home. ______________________ taglist: @crimsonhallucinations

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HAAIII ME AGAIN had a new idea all of a sudden

OK SO HEAR ME OUT RIGHT. hcs with gaming, scara and uhhhmm. Blade hsr with autistic gn reader!?!2?1!2??! basically like reader tells them theyre autistic, how would the charas react? would they treat the reader any different? would their view of their s/o change???

IT LOOKS RLLY CUTE IN MY HEAD OK TRUDT

+ if it isnt too much im asking here, how theyd interact w reader when they go nonverbal bc theyre upset :3

THANK U MOOTIE ALSO HOPE UR SOING WELL!!!!

multiple characters headcannons!

you tell him that you're autistic.

characters: gaming, wanderer, blade x autistic!gn!reader

author's note: alright this one and might do one more tonight it's fucking 20 minutes till 1am lmao might do a few tmrw i hope i do lol ANYWAYSSS I'M DOING GOOD THANKS I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TOO<33 LOVE THE REQQ

✧ Gaming

-so accepting fr. sweetheart. perfect bf. everything good.

-when you tell him he'd be so sweet and understanding frfr

-will literally sacrifice his whole being for you

-"you're autistic? that doesn't change anything, my dear!" he will love you eternally no joke.

-and when you get upset, you go nonverbal.

-so he spends hours trying to learn exactly what you mean by the gestures you use so thag he can help. he'll take it slow.

-he'll be patient with you.

-i promise.

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✷ Wanderer

-nobody knows if it's sass or sarcasm at this point.

-HE WOULD LOOK AT YOU AS IF YOU TOLD HIM THAT YOU LIKE SLEEPING WITH YOUR PILLOW ON THE WARM SIDE.

-but he'd definitely be understanding. don't trust his physical expressions.

-you'd tell him and he would say some shit like:

-"you're acoustic?" before you playfully hit him and scold him.

-throughout the whole thing, his smirk never leaves his face. fuck that idiot, sometimes, honestly.

-when you're upset tho, he's really fucking nice. it's a rare case that he ever acts nice but at times like these he knows the limit.

-nahida will teach him more about autism after you told him

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๑ Blade

-eughhh he's a complicated guy

-not like he would show any type of much reaction if you told him he'd be like "okay and?"

-sitting down beside him and telling him.

-he'll listen, sure. he'll be understanding, i guess. but his face remains neutral

-"and how am i supposed to help?" maybe he hurts your feelings js like that sometimes he will apologize with night cuddles

-but overall, he would help you. even tho he'll say he wasn't being all that nice at all but you know that deep down you keep that little bit of happiness in him

-if you're upset and go nonverbal, he will try his best to understand you and help you calm down, taking it seriously. he's really good at it

-he just wants to make sure that you're okay, nothing else matters to him.

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i like this one

it's really good imo

i laughed my ass off while writing wanderer's one lmfaoo i hope you like it @chezsxapcake <3

[liviavanrouge]

Eleni Relationship with Percy and Annabeth

Description: Eleni's relationship with the duo goes from Teachers and Student to adoptive parents and daughter. At the beginning Eleni was only close with Annabeth who had been undercover as a Greek history teacher, subtly showing the girl that she is better at Greek than she was at the modern language. When it's revealed that Eleni is the Demigod daughter of Apollo, her trust in Annabeth wavers just slightly but it was mended after a small talk. Eleni becomes closer with Percy as well through secret lessons in self defense.

Annabeth describes them as a silly duo who seemed to get along after just one training session. Eleni looks up to both Percy and Annabeth, showing guilt for lying to them about being able to talk with Luke's ghost and running from them during her first quest to get the baby Hydra to Olympus where Ares would take it off her hands and get rid of it.

She eventually does come clean when Percy has a small heart to heart with her and connects with the twelve year old more, telling her that she was important to him and Annabeth. After telling the truth about Luke and her quest, both Percy and Annabeth comfort the child while she cried, letting her vent to them about everything.

Through Percy and Annabeth, Eleni starts to find herself more and hangs out with the two often even meeting the duo's twin children and becoming a sister figure to them.

When the death of Eleni's mother comes up in Book 1, Percy and Annabeth immediately decide fight for custody of Eleni, gaining it thanks to a relative from Eleni's mothers side agreeing to hand it over to them due to not wanting to have to take care of the girl.

It has been stated by both Lexis and Chiron that Eleni definitely takes after her adoptive parents in several ways when it comes to her Demigod life.

Annabeth refers to Eleni by "Nini" while Percy calls the girl "Little Otter" and in book 2 was seen, in a framed photo, holding Eleni like a mother otter would a baby otter during the girls first day at swim class.

Eleni inherited Annabeth's love for seeking knowledge and is almost always seen reading with the woman and finishing the book within the next day or so. Meanwhile with Percy she inherited his sass and a bit of sarcasm, often rolling her eyes when she goes into sassy or sarcastic mode, often getting scolded by her adoptive father for that.

In Book 3, Eleni comes to inherit Annabeth's signature ponytail hairstyle and even has a room filled with books and photos from throughout her school year after returning from Camp Half-Blood.

She was revealed to have inherited a short temper fuse and learned how to judo slam from Annabeth as revealed when she used the move on Lexis who decided to scare her the moment she arrived at camp once she received a distress Iris Message. Percy found out about it and expressed much pride in how he didn't have to keep boys away.

Percy and Eleni frequently have silly moments together throughout the books and express worry for one another in certain situations. It's revealed to be the same for Annabeth and Eleni but the two usually end up mother-daughter jumping whatever or whoever made them feel this way.

As stated by Chiron, Eleni has a mix of Annabeth and Percy's glares, even inheriting Percy's eye roll through just watching him a few times.

In Book 4 when Eleni falls off the grid and goes missing for a month, four weeks and six days(counted by Annabeth), she is defended by both of her parents when others think she turned into a bad blood and joined Crow's forces to help destroy Camp Half-Blood so no Demigod would be safe.

The two risk their lives for Eleni to get her back when they find out Crow has her and in return Eleni almost gives up the monster egg she got to save them both when Tara and Jordan manage to bring the two adults down.

Poseidon himself states the trio might be the most dangerous parent-daughter trio when it comes to defending one another, sharing a few words of concern with Percy when he comes and visits for Eleni's 15th birthday in which the now fifteen year old sasses him after getting non-verbal permission from Percy and gets scolded by Sally and Annabeth at the same time.

Percy heavily dislikes Lexis and even protested to Eleni dating him due to the boy being Annabeth's half brother but got silenced by Chiron and Annabeth.

In the timeskip series where Eleni is 18 and Crow is defeated, there are photo's littered along the wall in her home of her graduation ceremonies and even a tape labeled "Acceptance Video" sitting on a shelf safely tucked away.

Eleni's relationship with her parents are more playful and chillax as stated herself that life seemed to have calmed down just for them but revealed that she inherited Percy's "Wolf Stare" by accident.

Annabeth and Percy show mutual pride in having their daughter attend the same university they went to but also found amusement in how much the girl looked up to them both, showing relief whenever they get Iris Messages from Eleni in which she catches them and the twins up on everything happening.

There are a few moments where Percy jokes about her breaking up with Lexis and she always hits him with the, "well are you gonna divorce Mom?" and it always shuts him up.

Even in the side stories of Annabeth and Percy's POV, Eleni is always brought up in each chapter, in which the two either recall memories of Eleni from moments they're in or they're expecting Eleni to come home at any moment. Alongside the fact that when their memories were temporarily erased by Hera they felt as if they were missing someone very very very important to them, someone they'd fight to the death for. Even comforting Eleni while not knowing who she was after she appeared on their doorstep soaked and covered in blood. After regaining their memories the two do search frantically for the girl and reunite with her just when she was going to leave New York, bringing her home before crying with her and apologizing for forgetting her.

It is unknown but it has been hinted that Eleni might have inherited Riptide from Percy, despite being a child of Apollo, as he mentioned that he hoped his sword was doing well now that it was out of his hands and off on another adventure.

In Eleni's trivia, she is stated to have Percy's smile.

[nightingale2004]

Harry Potter next generation: Harry x Ginny vers. (The cursed child)

James Sirius Potter ii

Faceclaim: Louis Partridge

The first and oldest son of Harry Potter and Ginerva Weasley

Chaotic older brother

He lives up to his namesake, but at the same time, he will not hesitate to scold his siblings and cousins for either almost getting in trouble or getting in trouble without him (he wants to be included too)

Best friends with Teddy

Loves teasing his siblings

Quidditch lover and player (plays seeker, beater, and chaser. Prefers chaser, tho)

He is a BIG drama queen and is incredibly dramatic

Has the attention span of a fruit fly

MAJOR ADHD!!!!!!!

Gryffindor and proud

Incredibly reckless and awkward

A man of action

Loves pranks and planning them

Loves Albus and loves teasing him

He loves that his dad is the DADA professor

He is a people pleaser and is very insecure about if people actually like him as himself or if it's his name

Was diagnosed with Cyclothymia

He considers himself the life of the party

Patronus is a lion

He has an animagus form, which is a dog

Favorite classes are transfiguration, flying, charms, care for magical creatures, and defense against the dark arts

He can fly on a broom and ride a skateboard with absolute grace but literally trips over air when walking (it's one of the Potter family's greatest mysteries)

Will protect his family with everything that he has

He loves karaoke

Looks absolutely ridiculous when dancing, but it never stops him

He has no braincells left

Has very confusing logic

James likes to grow out his hair and tie it up in a messy bun or ponytail. But when he gets absolutely devastated when he has to cut his hair

He has a snitch that was given to him by his father on his birthday

Wears glasses

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Albus Severus Potter

Faceclaim: Joe Locke

The second son and middle child of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley

Literally the king of sarcasm and minor emo boy

Slytherin with his Bf Scorpius

Prefers to be called Al or Verus (mostly by Scorpius)

Is incredibly aggressive and short-tempered (Scorpius and James have to hold him back)

His patronus is a scorpion (surprise surprise)

Like his namesake, he is really good at potions

He loves baking (it helps clear his head)

Whenever he bakes or cooks, his family steals extra, leaving nothing, not even a crumb

He is jealous of James and hates how different he is most days, but Scorpius helps him through his insecurities

He will say he hates physical contact but he secretly craves it

Is deathly afraid of thunder storms

He feels like he contains the only braincell in his family

Often questions if he was switched at birth

Would write to Scorpius every day during break if one or both of them went home

Has great respect for Severus Snape

Hates being the center of attention

Found out he was gay in his 3rd year

When he and Scorpius became boyfriends, it was the happiest he had ever been

Incredibly sneaky and could get away with murder

Discovered his magic when he was 9 years old while his siblings discovered them early on

Short king (you can't tell me otherwise)

Is a math genius

He found the marauders map and managed to change it to fit his and Scorpius's needs

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Lily Luna Potter

Faceclaim: Francesca Capaldi

The third child and only daughter of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley

Sass queen

Loves people judging

Chaotic younger sister

Throws a mean punch

Loves and lives for family drama and gossip

Gryffindor girl

Quidditch lover and Quidditch player (she is a chaser and beater. Prefers beater)

Will not hesitate to hex you into next week if you talk badly about her brothers

She is fiercely overprotective of her family

She knows everything about everyone inside and outside of Hogwarts

She is her mother's daughter

Is really laid back and chill

She's more of a hex first, ask questions later.

If you ever needed someone to help bury a body, Lily already has an Alibi and will be ready with a shovel.

Her patronus is a dolphin

Both Lily and James get detention.....a lot

Lily is James's hype man

Gives great advice and constantly gives Albus dating advice

Is never afraid to speak her mind

Incredibly goofy

Loves her family very much

She and her brothers have a new baby brother named Cedric Remus Potter

Was given the invisibility cloak on her birthday as a kid and uses it a lot to sneak around

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+ Nymphadora's child

Edith (Edward) "Teddy" Sage Karasu Tonks

Faceclaim: Terry Hu

The only child of Nymphadora Tonks and Tulip Karasu

Edith was originally born as Edward Tonks, but as she grew up, she didn't feel like a boy or a girl so she decided to be a bit of both

Teddy is non binary, and their pronouns are they/them

Prefers to be called Teddy

Nymphadora Tonks married Tulip Karasu and had Edith a few years after they graduated from Hogwarts

Now it's just Teddy, Tulip, and their grandma Andromeda

When Teddy came out to their mom and grandmother, they were surprised, but they accepted Teddy for who they were no matter what

Teddy's patronus is a Jackrabbit

Has a pet Toad named D.J (short for Dennis Jr.)

Hufflepuff 4 life

They are a few years older than the Potter kids and see themselves as an older sibling

Teddy is closer to James and Lily than with Albus but loves them all and their cousins nonetheless

Teddy and James are thick as thieves and talk to each other about anything and everything

When Teddy told James that they were non binary, it was awkward for a few seconds, but James immediately accepted them and told Teddy that it didn't matter because "they were his best mate no matter what."

Is a metamorphmagus like Tonks

Teddy prefers to dye their own hair and teach the Potter kids along with some of their cousins how to do it without magic

Is thinking of becoming a hairdresser when they graduates.

(Before any haters get onto me. THIS IS MY HC AND MY OPINION ON THE CHARACTERS. I can change it up if I want to. So leave it alone if you don't like it)

[tellyreviews]

Bade Acche Lagte Hain 16th June 2025 Written Update Review: Bhagyashree vs. The World

Bade Acche Lagte Hain 16th June 2025 Written Update Review: Bhagyashree vs. The World. New Year’s in New Delhi gets a spicy, relatable twist as Bhagyashree navigates nosy neighbors, workplace patriarchy, forced matchmaking, and a furry chaos agent named Kaddu. With a mix of sarcasm, sass, and stubborn independence, Bhagyashree shines as the anti-social heroine we didn’t know we needed this 2025. The episode opens in New Delhi on New Year’s Day 2025. Confetti hasn’t even settled, and Bhagyashree’s neighbors — Babita and Lajjo — are already on a witch hunt. Their crime scene? A knocked-over dustbin, apparently ravaged by Bhagyashree’s dog Kaddu in search of bones. Classic Kaddu. Bhagyashree, just waking up (with very smudged kajal that triggers an "is that a ghost?" moment), is immediately greeted with sarcasm and finger-pointing from the society aunties. The moment she tries to explain herself, they judge her for potentially partying the night before — because heaven forbid a single woman with a job might also have a life. Bhagyashree, ever the graceful storm, scoops up Kaddu and walks off, scolding her dog like a tired mom who’s done being polite. After a quick clean-up, she’s off to her one true love — work. But peace? Still not on the menu. Just as she steps out, Babita corners her about the party fund. Bhagyashree, who didn’t attend and never does, is asked to chip in anyway because "society rules." Thankfully, Nitya steps in with logic — and an invite to that evening’s bash. Bhagyashree declines; she’s married to deadlines, not disco balls. At work, she’s in full boss mode — pitching Taatva lipstick with a message about self-love. Enter Zoya, with the age-old "women wear makeup for men" opinion, which somehow gets unanimous agreement. Bhagyashree is visibly outnumbered but unfazed. She then asks her team to stay late for the presentation, only to pull a "fine, I’ll do it myself" when they groan about it being a holiday. Classic Type-A heroine move. Sunny, the token hopeful colleague, tries to convince her to relax and later begs her to hire his friend. Bhagyashree shuts that down with the kind of firm ‘no’ that HR dreams of. No favors, no nepotism — we stan. Later, as mellow radio music plays and the world celebrates, Bhagyashree is still at her desk. She spots the peon working late and shoos her home like a true queen who’s tough and considerate. Just when she’s about to return to her grind, Naveen drops in like a party fairy godbro and drags her out. At the party, she meets Raman — a guy who clearly thinks he's a walking Shaadi.com profile. He dives straight into the “I’m ready for marriage” spiel without asking if she’s even here for that. Spoiler: she’s not. Bhagyashree politely declines, but Raman takes it like a toddler denied candy — throws a tantrum and storms off. Nitya defends this walking red flag, blaming his bad behavior on Bhagyashree’s rejection. Ma’am, no. A bruised ego doesn’t excuse being a jerk. Nitya then asks the dreaded question every single woman hears at least twice a year: “How long will you stay single?” Bhagyashree responds like a champ — with dignity and a reality check. Back at home, Bhagyashree finds Kaddu missing. She frantically searches until she finds her in the arms of a stranger — Rishabh. He gives his wallet to a beggar in a moment of quiet generosity, winning the karma lottery. Just as Bhagyashree thanks him, the lights go out, leaving his face a mystery. Dramaaa. Inspired by his kindness, Bhagyashree decides to pay it forward and calls Sunny to tell him his friend is hired. Sunny, in turn, calls Rishabh — surprise! He’s the same guy. The episode closes on a sweet note — Bhagyashree gets a call from her dad after ages, and her excitement is palpable. Precap Tease: Daddy dearest wants Bhagyashree and her husband to attend a wedding. Problem? She doesn’t have one. Solution? Asking the mystery man Rishabh to pretend to be her hubby. Yup, we’re stepping into classic romcom territory — fake marriage incoming! Final Thoughts: The episode blends slice-of-life sass with emotional beats and a hint of romantic mystery. Bhagyashree is a no-nonsense, work-obsessed, slightly grumpy lead, and honestly, we love her for it. The episode juggles societal expectations, workplace dynamics, and a dash of fate with enough light roast to keep things fun. Kaddu the dog deserves a spin-off. Bade Acche Lagte Hain 16th June 2025 Written Update Rating: 4/5 It’s relatable, sharp, and just messy enough to make us want more. Read the full article

[daemonusdea]

rover's torturing a cloud district cop for info on one of his missing wanderers. he's been knee-capped, is missing 4 fingers, and a solid number of his bones have been broken.

hm. -- - @wandcrng.

   Well, it certainly wasn't her idea of information gathering. Torture-- she knows a certain disciple who would have lavished in the idea and easily taken up action. Dito, that goddamn weirdo. It's certainly interesting to note that Rover has a propensity for this kind of thing, bit of a sick puppy himself. The process is messy, and noisy, and for fuck's sake how much longer was this guy going to hold out? It was getting on her last nerve, the nerve she didn't even have to begin with!

   " God damn, shit or get off the pot! His blubbering is fucking annoying, just off him already. Who the hell has time to wait for this asshole to spill it? I don't even think he's cognizant enough from pain to tell you the right shit anymore. Just find the trail he came from-- you should be able to find the information yourself, probably find the exact damn thing you're looking for. " It's a sad, sad sight she's looking at; she can see the glazed over expression of that broken man and understands all too well what state his brain is no doubt in. If you weren't used to traumatic pain, the shock could twist your mind in funny little ways.

   " Hell, I could even do it for you. Or you know, just break off another one of his fingers, I'm sure fifth time's the charm, right? "

[ourbastardofsorrows]

people who aren’t on the spectrum stop explaining why a character can’t possibly be autistic challenge

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

(The Maze Runner) What It's Like Having Him as a Close Friend

(Author’s Note:  In my fics/imagines/headcanons, Gladers are aged up, and also movie version...)

Thomas

Quiet conversations while working or in between jobs.

Walls coming down gradually over time.  You both open up about things you’re thinking about.

You lend a hand whenever he gets himself into trouble.  Which is all the time.

Seriously, standing up for this guy is a full-time job in and of itself.

On the flipside, you will have a most loyal and trusted friend.

Thomas will keep your secrets.  He will look out for you.  You can count on him no matter what.

The slightest hint that someone will do you harm will send him into overprotective mode.  He’ll stare down anyone who says or does anything to make you uncomfortable.

He has this uncanny ability to convince you his shenanigans are a good idea on occasion.  It doesn’t always happen, but when he does manage to recruit you, it’s chaos.

Newt

Witty banter back and forth.

Sitting together at mealtimes and spilling the tea about other Gladers and ridiculous things that happen during the day.

This guy believes in his friends so much, and his actions back that.

He’s there to stomp out any doubts you may have about yourself.  He’ll give you a motivational scolding.

Newt appreciates your willingness to help wherever it’s needed.  As second-in-command, he finds himself helping out in different areas.  It brightens his day when you offer up a helping hand.

He’s super knowledgeable about the Glade, and he never gets tired of questions.  Ask away.

Laughing and joking around at bonfires.

Minho 

Playful teasing and taunts.

There’s also some joking flirts.  Silly pet names spoken with light-hearted sarcasm.  It’s his love language.

He’s so full of sass, but can turn around and be serious around others when trying to be tough.

With that being said, he likes to be taken seriously by others.  He saves the jokes for his closest friends, but doesn’t do it in front of Greenies.  There’s a time and place in his mind.

He’s the Keeper of the Runners, so he’s usually gone most of the day.  He’ll rely on you to fill him in on anything that took place during the day - unless of course you’re a Runner too.

You also get a heads up on progress made in the Maze.  You know more than you probably should about what’s going on.

Gally

In the very beginning, he’s like “oh great, a girl greenie” *sarcasm*

You’re so eager to prove yourself, to do your part, and you do in fact start to grow on him.

He realizes that he had some unfair preconceived notions about having a girl in the Glade, and he comes to respect you.  His respect is bestowed on very few, so don’t take it lightly.

He’ll lighten up a bit and not be quite so gruff.  He still picks on you, but it’s more good-natured and genuine, and it’s usually a cover to distract you from the fact that he’s helping.

“Sheesh.  Move over, Greenie.  You’re going to break your back doing that by yourself.”

Values your opinions and really takes them to heart.  While he’ll tell anyone else to quit complaining or take their ideas elsewhere, he’ll listen to you.  If anyone gives him klunk about being a softie, he gives them a death glare.

He picks on you, but won’t stand for anyone else doing it.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Heavy accent

[A/n:Unlike last post, I shrinked Drew down, I do it alot my oc swaps from 9'5 to 5'4 all the time, cause I'm 5'4]

Summary: The cashiers can't understand Soaps heavy accent

Type:Scenario: 141 + Drew(me) + Tanaka + Scottish M!Reader

Version:Mw2

~

Walking into the cafe was ghost, soap, and Gaz. All out enjoying themselves on their day off. Their dog tags cling as they walk. Looking at the menu, fourth in line, the three scanned the menu. Ghost was just gonna get a ginger lemon tea if they have it. Gaz couldn't decide. And Soap wasn't paying attention he was rambling on about something to the other two. When they got to the counter, they waited a second for the cashier to come back.

"Hello, sorry to keep you waiting. What would you like?"

The cashier looked at Ghost first, a big smile on his face with the name tag, "Tanaka"

"Ginger lemon tea"

Tanaka put that in the device in front of him.

"Size?"

Looking at Soap, Ghost didn't know what size. Instead of answering for him Soap elbowed him in the side.

"Um..."

Tanaka looked up at Ghost, looking him over he nodded.

"How does medium sound?"

When ghost looked at Tanaka, Tanaka used his hands to show the size. Ghost nodded, glad the cashier stepped in.

"Alright, medium ginger lemon tea"

Tanaka then looked at Soap, with a wide smile still on his face.

"Latte caramel reòta"

Soap thought he was speaking in English, but he wasn't. Tanaka looked up at him, stunned. He didn't say a word just stared. Narayan opened his mouth to say something, nothing came out, looking at the screen and then back at Soap.

"What"

Tanaka's voice went from his work voice, so nice and sweet, to his usual voice, a bit high pitched with a lot of sass, the sass just a part of his voice at this point. Soap smile dropped. He nervously looked at Ghost and Gaz before back at Tanaka.

"L..Latte caramel reòta"

Tanaka's hand dropped as he held up his pointer finger, a signal to wait. Walking over to the back doors, Narayan kicked it open.

"DON'T KICK THOSE DOORS YOU -"

"DREW!"

Hearing a loud voice from the back, Gaz laughed a little bit. Tanaka looked confused at what the man from the back was about to say.

"Were you just call me a - never mind, just get over here. I can't understand the customer."

Hearing footsteps, the three watched as a shorter green haired man stepped out of the back, giving Tanaka a glare. They couldn't tell if it was serious or not. Looking at the three, his eyes softened.

"The one with a Mohawk, I think he's, um Irish? Yeah, no, I don't know"

Soap signed looking at the green haired man, his name tag said "Drew;)", which confused Soap, due to the wink.

"Latte caramel reòta"

Gaz laughed at Drew's face.

"Soap, haha, I don't think your speaking English"

Soap elbowed Gaz, he believes he's speaking English, why wouldn't he be?. Drew turned towards Tanaka, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a line. Putting his finger up, he opened his mouth a second before speaking.

"First of all, that's Scottish, second of all, how in the world did you get Irish?! And third of all, I don't know Scottish, or Irish."

Tanaka looked offended.

"Oh my bad I thought you did, no need to scold me, and where's your shirt"

Looking down Drew looked at his apron, that being the only thing covering his exposed torso.

"Don't change the subject, and guess what, Tanaka."

Tanaka rolled his eyes at Drew.

"What"

Tanaka looked mad, but Gaz could tell these two were just joking.

"We have, oh my god, I can't believe it*sarcasm*, we have a Scottish employee"

Letting out a fake and dramatic gasp, Tanaka's eyes widened as he rushed to the door.

"We do have one, Y/N! WE NEED YOU"

This time rushed footsteps came running.

"Yes?"

Tanaka pointed at Soap, who currently looked disappointed.

"Oh"

Walking over to Soap, y/n looked up at him with a smile. Signing Soap gave his order one more time.

"Iced caramel Latte"

Tanaka and Drew looked at each other, shocked.

"Alright what size?"

Soaps face lit up as he actually understood him.

"Large"

Y/n put his order in before nodding. Looking at the other two disappointed.

"Ey, he was speaking straight up Scottish."

Y/n just rolled his eyes before walking back to the back. Tanaka punched Drew's arm before going back to the register and looking at Gaz.

"Large Irish roast"

Gaz chuckled again, he had alright told Price what happened.

"Also, could I get a medium rosemary tea?"

Tanaka nodded and put that in. Telling them the cost, he started working on the drinks. Soap still felt a little upset.

~

[A/n: I just thought this would be funny. I hope you enjoyed]

[mcufan72]

This oneshot got a bit long so I'm going to update it in three parts! I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading!

Caught you !

Loki x fem! Reader

18+, definitely/Enemies to lovers/idiots in love/some harsh language, some harsh actions/sass/ angst/hurt/some inappropriate behaviour/self-gratification; I hope that's it

Part 1

How much you loved the afternoon breaks from work, drinking some tea and talking with Wanda and Nat about anything and everyone and of course telling a lot of nonsense. It was always so much fun and it was the nicest time of your workdays. The three of you were sitting in the lounge area of the compound and enjoying your afternoon tea.

You didn't feel very good today, it was a mixture of a slight headache and an undefined feeling of pain in your lower abdomen that made you feel bad but there was also some kind of sexual desire lurking in your nether regions, between your thighs…but talking to your friends was the best distraction you could get right now. So you definitely enjoyed meeting your friends now and talking to them instead of being alone and close to crying tears of self-pitying.

And like every time when you thought nothing could disturb the peaceful meeting with your friends, he showed up. The thorn in your flesh, the final nail to your coffin, the nightmare of your sleepless nights, the overbearing nerve-wrecking Loki Laufeyson aka God of Mischief.

Trickster, Prankster, mischief maker, impeccable, insatiable and irresistible womanizer and world's best lover…if it was true what the women, who had shared his bed with him, told at party nights in Stark Tower. For you Tony's parties were just a vanity fair…so in your opinion it was the perfect place for Loki Laufeyson to get desired, admired and worshiped as he wished for.

You desired him too but he didn't desire you. From the first day on when you met him, there was this sexual tension between you two. You tried to ignore it but it didn't work. For him you were just a sparring partner when it came to exchanges of sarcasm, impertinence and dark humor …it must be like this, you were sure about that. He wasn't into you and why should he.

You couldn't keep up with the beautiful flawless women he surrounded himself with and as a god he could have the most beautiful women in the universe, so why should he choose you? And if there was something you definitely did not want to be then it was another notch in his bedpost. You decided to ignore your crush on him and to better not like him. It made things easier…battling him playfully was so much easier than to love him… definitely.

"Showtime, ladies" Nat snarled and sipped eye-rolling at her tea when she saw Loki entering the lounge area.

You sighed in annoyance and cursed him inwardly. Why couldn't he stay away? At least in the afternoons? Nothing nice ever comes from his mouth then.

"Ah, good afternoon ladies…enjoying your…little coffee gossip?" He asked mischievously. His deep voice sounded extremely erotic to you today.

An unmistakable, alluring scent lingered in the air… your scent, and it undeniably hit his senses and the urge to be close to you grew again. Your today's choice of clothes made him lick his lips, the black trousers hugged your wonderfully formed butt perfectly and your also black tight-fitting turtleneck shirt emphasized your beautiful upper body.

"Get lost, Laufeyson!" you scolded at him and left the chill out lounge towards the kitchen to get you another tea, Loki was on your heels immediately.

"Uhh, someone's in a very good mood today… don't run away, little one, don't you want to tell me what you were gossiping about… or did you rave about me?"

He ran around you once like a happy puppy and then he walked backwards in front of you until you both had reached the kitchen counter. You couldn't stop eye-rolling and laughing irritated.

"...and I mean… I wouldn't mind!" He built himself up to full size, straightened up the collar of his not completely buttoned up black tight shirt to give you a good view of his chest hair and a smug smile appeared on his much too pretty face. He knew exactly what he did.

"Doesn't it get tiring, being so self-righteous and arrogant, Laufeyson?" you asked him with faked kindness and batted your eyes at him. The sight of his chest nearly knocked you out today. You could hardly stop yourself from drooling and staring at him. If he would ask you to bend over the kitchen counter to fuck you, you would do it without any hesitation.

"Hmmm…no, it doesn't…it just makes me… thirsty…" he grinned at you and in a quick move he stole your cup with the fresh tea and with fast long steps he walked away from you, sipping the warm liquid…the tea you made was always the best.

"LAU-FEY-SON, that was my tea! We're not in Asgard here and I'm not your servant. Make your tea on your own…" you yelled angry after him and clenched your fingers to fists…and you wanted to bite into his perfect ass.

"Thank you, darling and have a nice afternoon…oh and I like the mug…I think I'll keep it!" he answered, turned his head to look and wink at you smugly and off he went.

"Aaarrrggghhh…this guy is driving me crazy…and now he had stolen my tea AND my favorite mug… I'll kill him one day…!" you bickered.

"Yes, yes…" Nat murmured smilingly over the rim of her cup. She and Wanda looked at each other, softly clinking their mugs and couldn't hide a knowing grin. Of course you heard and saw it…

"What? I HATE him, why can't he leave me alone?" you yammered.

You got yourself a new cup of tea and you three continued your chatting in peace. You didn't want to think or talk about him further. After one more hour of boring desk work you decided to go to bed early and to declare the day finished.

Of course you weren't able to stop thinking about this smugly guy. Loki didn't just annoy you this afternoon, he aroused you immensely. For you it was his tight black shirt today, halfway open, tucked into his also tight grey jeans that suits him so well, and the scent of his cologne mixed with his very own masculine scent…he smelled kind of animalistic for you this afternoon and you were so extremely turned on by it, you would like to jump at him and you wanted him to fuck you relentlessly. You accelerated your steps back to your room, you needed some friction between your legs. Your fingers, pillows, whatever…you didn't care, the main thing was a quick relief before you would combust of desire.

When you had entered your rooms, you hastily closed your door and got rid of your clothes as fast as possible. The only clothes that stayed on your body were your bodice and your panties drenched with your juices of arousal.

'Loki, you bastard!'

You couldn't wait anymore, you needed to touch yourself and you laid down in your bed quickly. You started with rubbing your erect nipples but it wasn't enough…so you let your hand quickly slip down further, into your panties between your wet folds and massaged over and around your needy clit with two of your fingers, Loki permanently on your mind. Soft moans escaped your mouth, you licked your lips in desperate need of getting kissed by him …how much you wished it was Loki who finger-fucked your dripping pussy with his beautiful long fingers, his thumb rubbing over and around your bundle of nerves…

"Loki.." …you melted away into boundless ecstasy …almost there, you were almost there… "I'm cumming…" and you had overheard the knocks at your door and almost too late you recognised someone came into your room.

As soon as Loki entered your privacy, you pulled your fingers quickly away from your wet pussy and put that said hand under your head, trying to pretend you were just chilling in your bed. You had been almost there and now you could barely hide your reddened cheeks and your heavy breathing. Hopefully he didn't see the thin layer of sweat above your upper lip and on your forehead. Hopefully he didn't hear or see anything.

How embarrassing! Getting caught during masturbation by the god of hotness…ahhh… mischief. How good that you didn't scream his name. You should better think of flower meadows and butterflies now …and..wait…how dare he enter your room? Did you allow him to come in? Nooo…you definitely did not.

"What are you doing here in my room?" you snarled at him with powerful indignation in your voice. Was there some insecurity in his gaze? No, you must have been wrong. He just would tease you further right now.

"Oh dear, the door wasn't closed properly so I came in after I knocked at it and I thought I …hmm the question is what are you doing right now? Did I interrupt something?" he asked, the familiar arrogance in his voice.

"Nothing of your concern…and no..you did not!" you tried to convince him.

Could it be that you hadn't closed the door behind you? Have you been that horny that you couldn't wait anymore rubbing your fingers through your folds and around your little gem that you didn't close your door properly? Have you really been that aroused?

"Did you just touch yourself, sweetheart?" he asked smugly.

"Nooo…no no…no I did not touch myself…and it's none of your business either." You answered way too quickly but still tried to convince him that you did nothing but chill. A pathetic try.

"Are you sure, darling?" He asked you sardonically.

'Note to me: never lie to the god of mischief and lies...'

"Yeesss …I'm sure. " you answered convinced.

"And I'm sure you did. I'm sorry that I disturbed you pleasuring yourself…by the way…did you think of me while doing so?" he asked you smugly while he crossed his arms in front of his chest..and you just wanted to punch him into his adorable face. How arrogant can someone be?

"Why should I've thought of you while I pleasured myself…you're not that hot and desirable that I…"

'...oops..of course I thought of him…shit I lied again…'

He walked over to you slowly, you were still laying in your bed under the duvet. He pulled your hand from under your head and took your index-and middle finger into his mouth and licked them clean while staring into your eyes, testing the waters how you would react now. His baby-blue eyes tried to seduce you and seemed to stare deep into your heart…he loved how you tasted and his eyes darkened and sparkled with lust.

'Oh god…why?…stop doing this…no..please don't stop…is there…something going on in his jeans?...nah, wishful thinking…'

You were so close to giving in to him.

"Mmmmhhhhmmm…" he hummed with his deep baritone and took your fingers out of his mouth again, licking his lips lasciviously. "Delicious…So you admit it, you just touched yourself…I knew it and I can smell and taste it, darling. You shouldn't lie to me, little one!" He still held your hand in his. It felt good.

"Stop calling me that. I'm not your darling, sweetheart or little one. And …let go of my hand! Are you serious? Who do you think you are, you jerk?" You shouted at him angrily.

"May I be of help with pleasuring you, darling?" he asked cheeky.

"Uurrggh no.…piss off, Laufeyson, get your pompous, arrogant ass out of here!" and you ripped your hand out of his grip.

"Your wish is my order, sweetheart." He took a step backwards and bowed down generously, his smugly smile never left his face.

He turned around and was already on his way back to the door of your room when you threw a pillow after him. He caught it out of the air without looking at it and before it could even hit his head.

"How rude, Darling! ..ah, I nearly forgot… " he turned around again to face you and pointed his index fingers into the air "…that's why I came to you….Tony wants to see us all at 7pm sharp…sooo, there's still enough time for you to…finish what you've started several minutes ago …and feel free to think of me while touching your sweet little gem …"

He wiggled his eyebrows and made a lascivious gesture with his hand, palm upwards, his thumb slightly raised and his index-and middle finger curled up in a 'come-to-me' motion.

"Arrgghh…get the hell out of here, Laufeyson. And give me back my pillow…"

You yelled at him, now sitting in your bed.

"Nope…you threw it after me so I think you don't need it anymore. I'll keep it!" He grinned ironically.

"You're an asshole, Laufeyson,'' you complained.

"I love you too, darling" and with that he nearly left your room but he shoved his head through the door frame into your room again and asked full of sarcasm: "…what exactly must I do to make you open your wonderful thighs for me? I'm sure you'd look ravishing, greedily waiting for me, with spread legs…"

"…uuuurrrgggh, Laufeyson, you damn stupid bastard! Go and fuck your whores…" you screamed in his direction and he left your room with a mischievous laughter right in time, closing your door with a dramatic gesture, before another pillow hit the door.

You nearly cried after he had left and you pulled the duvet over your head. You weren't aroused anymore, just embarrassed. How should you ever look into his beautiful eyes again? Now he would never stop making fun of you. Why were you so thin skinned, horny and angry when you were ovulating? …you just wanted to ease some of the physical pain and the sexual desire of your sensitive body…and now that…and why did you constantly respond to his provocations?

And worst of all, now he got the confession that you had a crush on him. But you couldn't help yourself, he was your beloved enemy and you couldn't live without him.

'What is wrong with me? … damn why can't I restrain myself?…I not only acted like the biggest asshole in town, I also acted like an animal in urgent need to get myself off, eagerly and desperately trying to fuck an ovulating female creature… to impregnate her or what…seriously?

She's so lovely and adorable. I must be disgusting and pathetic in her eyes…and I overstep her private boundaries permanently…if I were her I would hate me too… but she pulls me to her like a magnet, every single day…and she was too alluring today...and didn't she say my name and 'come in' ?...I really thought she did … I would've made love to her if she had asked me to do it. I really thought today is the day…She really drives me crazy…'

Besides his primal needs today, he truly wanted you. Of course he smelled you every time on your special days of a month, it's a part of his Jotun roots and it intoxicated him like a love spell, more than you did anyways every day but there was more than this basic instinct. Deep inside of him Loki knew that he had fallen for you. And after this long time living here together with you, you around him permanently with that constant sexual tension between you two, he really thought you wanted him to bed you today.

He interpreted the slightly open door as an invitation and he really thought you asked him in after he had knocked at the door. And of course he knew what you did in your bed under your duvet. He sensed it before he entered your room. As soon as he recognised that he misunderstood the whole situation, he felt embarrassed and he felt honestly sorry to have pressed you like this. He needed to hide his fault and remorse and so he began to tease you again as you are used to from him…but he couldn't stand the still remaining sexual tension lingering in your bedroom.

Everything about you made him love you since the first day he met you ….even your hate for him. He especially loved your sass, your sarcasm, your dark humor, the way you responded to his provocations. You had everything he loved about a woman. You were just right for him. Sometimes his provocations were a bit over the top and too much…but every day when he met you, you were willing to banter and fight with him playfully over and over again.

And he loved to play these games with you and he hoped instantly you loved it too. It was the old game of 'tease the ones you love.' It was the only way for him, to stay close to you, to talk to you. Could it be that he…no…absolutely not! He was sure you would never let him make you his, never and so he preferred to fuck around with random women to not think too much about you, it made things easier for him.

…and anyways, he wasn't the type for a serious relationship, was he?

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I have a request, if of course you have time. How about Na'vi Miles and his squad have a training session in the forests of Pandora, after they got their Ikrans, where Na'vi/Avatar Fem/Reader, besides, the scientist teaches them to survive and hunt like Na'vi without equipment from RDA. And suddenly they stumble upon Thanator, who attacks them. The reader covers Miles with himself, having received a serious injury and he wonders why she did it. After visiting her in the cell, after her wound was healed, he tries to find out from her why she risked her life for her enemy. The reader tries to refer to the fact that her protective instinct worked, because she often protected the children of Jake and Neytiri when they were not around. Miles notices that this is not the case at all.

I apologize for the large text and thank you in advance if you decide to work with this idea. I like your work, keep up the good work☺ And I look forward to continuing your Ghost work.

I love this idea, it is very detailed so I hope I live up to the image you have for this scene! Thank you so much for the praise! Will be updating ghost soon!

Warnings: Violence, danger, injuries, confessions of feelings. Implied smut.

You strapped up your garter ensuring you had all your weapons that you would need. The colonel had insisted that the blue team attempt training sessions in order to work better as Na'vi. He wanted to make sure that every single recom could hold their own in the forest. You headed to the flight deck eager to get the training done with, it wasn't until you neared the entrance to the flight deck you found the colonel stood with a few of the scientist's.

"Hand over ya weapons (L/N)"

"Huh?" Genuine confusion etched onto your features.

"You'll be given traditional Na'vi weapons to train with" One of the scientists reassured you. But you were reluctant, not wanting to be defenceless. You dropped the weapons on the floor and stormed out towards the air craft. The rest of the recoms laughing at your irritation, you huffed in response.

"You won't be laughing when you all end up dead." you crossed your arms not meeting the colonels gaze, you liked him. More than you wanted too, so you refused to meet his gaze. Returned his sass with sarcasm and insisted that he call you by your last name. Because the sound of him saying your name put all kinds of images in your head.

The ship flew out far into the forest, farther than you thought was safe without protection.

Once you landed, you took a large blade from the box that scientists had stored in the ship, the other recoms looking as sceptical as you did. The only one who was confident was Quaritch. He lead the group, pushing past the large flora ears moving the direction of every noise that caught his attention. He was tense and on edge, trying to cover all his bases. And you couldn't stop staring at the way his muscles flexed and moved over his shoulder blades and back. The sight distracting you.

"You need to focus more on your surroundings (Y/N)" One of the scientists nudged the back of your thigh her tone scolding you but her eyes were laughing. You looked back to grab one more glance at the Colonel, and it was a good thing you did. You caught sight of an angry thanator stalking above your team its gaze honing in on Quaritch. You jumped forward pulling him out of the way as the creature leaped forward. You pushed the colonel over your head with the strength of your legs, jumping up and squaring up to the Thanator. Teeth bared tail thrashing. The creature didn't wait to attack you, it jumped for you a booming roar echoing through the forest.

"(L/N)" you couldn't tell who's voice was calling out to you. You ran forward and dropped to the floor siding under the beast turning on your side your knife hitting the soft underbelly of the creature as its claws dug into your side. A sickening cry falling from your lips as the animal feel on top of you.

You woke up in a hospital gown and a throbbing pain in your side. you winced as you lifted the arm on your good side to lift up the gown to look down at the wound. It was covered with a bandage that was covered in a light paint of blood.

"(y/n)..." Quaritch's voice caught you off guard you jumped at the intrusion, blush forming on your cheeks, not wanting to meet his gaze. "Why on earth did you put yourself in danger like this?" He stalked forward grabbing a chair turning it around and sitting down, facing you directly.

"We were in a training exercise, I was saving your life."

"I could have handled it, I have two decades experience on you in this hell hole... I can handle a thantor."

"It was instinct."

"To protect me?" One single eye brow rose, and his head slipped to one side. He leaned forward. He knew, he must know. Anxiety ran through your arms and legs. You let your head fall back on the pillow. The words falling from your lips before you could process them.

"I like you, I didn't want you getting hurt" You didn't open your eyes for a few moments, convinced he had left the room to avoid rejecting you. The feeling of his fingers slipping between your own catching your attention. Your eyes flying open and head turning towards him. He had leaned forward his face mere centimetres away from your own.

"I like ya too, a lot" He leaned forward and placed a light kiss on your lips. You leaned forward slightly, cringing at the pain that ripped through your body. He frowned and stepped out of the chair readjusting your position in the bed sheets. He planted a kiss on your head and smirked down at you. "get better soon okay?" He began walking out of the room "Once ya all healed up I'll thank ya properly" He threw a wink over his shoulder at you, leaving you all flustered at the endless possibilities that came with his insinuation.