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French fairy tales

Princess Rosette, Marie-Catherine d’Aulnoy : FR / EN

The fair with golden hair, Marie-Catherine d’Aulnoy : FR / EN

The friendly frog, Marie-Catherine d’Aulnoy : FR / EN

Aurore and Aimée, Jeanne de Beaumont : FR / EN

Beauty and the beast, Jeanne de Beaumont : FR / EN

Bluebeard, Charles Perrault : FR / EN

Cinderella, Charles Perrault : FR / EN

Donkey skin, Charles Perrault : FR / EN 

Little red riding hood, Charles Perrault : FR / EN

Little thumb, Charles Perrault : FR / EN

Puss in boots, Charles Perrault : FR / EN

Sleeping beauty, Charles Perrault : FR / EN

The fairy, Charles Perrault : FR / EN

Blondine, Sophie Ségur : FR / EN

Ourson, Sophie Ségur : FR / EN

Sophie’s misfortunes, Sophie Ségur : FR / EN

The little grey mouse, Sophie Ségur : FR / EN

(You can download the Wikisource PDFs legally for free at the top of the page as they are part of the public domain)

How I started reading Chinese novels

I think we all know just how hard it is to get started reading native content in our target languages. For the longest time, I thought reading Chinese novels was an unachievable goal. Every time I opened one up I was just overwhelmed with unknown vocab. So what changed? 

Well, I kinda put myself in a situation where I had to read a novel or else. That’s to say, I took a Chinese lit class at college where we read two novels and three short stories. At the same time I was also taking a half-credit class where we read small parts of the 三体 trilogy. So, my only options were to read or fail. 

The two novels I had to read were 《在细雨中呼喊》 by 余华 and 《家变》 by 王文兴. 《在细雨中呼喊》 was up first, and I decided to do something that I actually wouldn’t really recommend y’all do: I made a spreadsheet of every new word I encountered. Every. Single. One. You might remember I made a post about that last year once I’d finished the book. If you’re curious about the exact details of what I did, I suggest you check that post out. Here’s a screenshot of the spreadsheet:

So lemme just reiterate: I absolutely do not recommend doing this^^^ unless you a) are only planning on reading like a page or two a day, or b) love suffering and pain and misery and crying. I know I definitely stress-cried a few times while reading this novel.

Anyways. I did this for two reasons: 1. I wanted an accessible list of the new words I encountered, and 2. I wanted to track how many pages I read and new words I encountered each day. It was super time consuming, but also really satisfying because I was able to see the number of new words decrease as the days went on. The first day, I read 8 pages and had ~200 new words. By the end, I was averaging 7 new words per page. It was cool to see the progress, but it was a pain in the ass to document so. Decide for yourself if you wanna put yourself through this.

However, not everyone has access to a college-level literature class in their target language. So here’s some methods that have worked for me when reading outside of class: 

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Druig x F!Reader - Mini Series Masterlist. [COMPLETED.]

“After Druig breaks away from the rest of the Eternals, you follow him into the rainforest in the hopes that you can get him to change his mind. He offers an alternative - come with him. Noting your uncertainty, an incentive is offered to make it worth your while.”

Friends to Lovers. Mini-Series. Explicit Sexual Content.

Warnings will be listed on their individual chapters…

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Idk something about Barry having a big nose making me think the thots 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I imagine Druig nustling his nose against ur clit while going down on you and it makes you go crazy so he makes it an effort to make you cum with his nose on you

i have a thing for big noses like not only are they beautiful but ahh, their definitely good for other things as well wink wink

let me just preface by saying i think druig is a pussy eating god so i may be biased but, all i can imagine is this mans letting you use his face as your own personal fuck toy. like he gets so lost in eating you out that he loves it when you pull his hair and grind you hips so the tip of his nose is rubbing up against your clit while his tongue fucks in and out of you. he would 100% love when you rode his face, to look up at you and see your chest wither and shake as you ride the tip of his nose, using him for your own pleasure. did i mention that he’s definitely sloppy when it comes to eating pussy?? he loves the taste of you, loves getting drunk off of your cunt and he’s definitely not going to stop until you beg him to ahhhhhh 😩

druig secretly watching you uh- touch yourself i guess and instead of just watching you, he sneaks into your mind to instruct you how to and subtly planting images of you and him together and i-

😵‍💫 alright. THIS MADE ME GO FERAL. Christ. THANK YOU SO MUCH, ANON! (I hope that you don't mind that I used it as drabble inspo?)

Ruin. || Druig x F!Reader.

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. Mind Control. Slight Dubious Consent. Female Masturbation. Depictions of Sex Acts. Explicit Sexual Language and Content. Rough Sex Insinuation. Not Beta-Read.

A/N: As I have said before, I don’t take requests - but my inbox is always open for naughty thoughts about characters. Something may spark a drabble, but there are never any promises!

"Touch yourself."

There's a voice in your skull. Low and persistent - rough. Lyrical. It goads you. Cajoles. Provides instruction as you push your panties down around your ankles, kicking them free as if you cannot rid yourself of them soon enough.

Outside, the world is dark. Your room is illuminated by a waning candle that flickers upon your bedside table. Perhaps someone outside can see in, to how you sit upon your bed - panting - and reaching down with shaking fingers to slide through the slick moisture gathering on your cunt.

"Right there. Yes. Good girl."

Breathing heavily, your confused gaze tears away - flickering to the darkness outside your window. The village is quiet. No one is out. But still, you think that you can see something upon the other side of the rough dirt square. Two tiny points of gold burn upon the Master's porch, boring straight into you.

Seemingly of their own accord, your fingers flex. A moan draws from your lips as their gentle points glide through your folds, separating them. It's as if your body is a puppet - not your own. Still, some of you lingers. This invading presence allows you to remain, whimpering as you stroke yourself.

It comes again. The voice. So familiar, but you're too addled and confused to recognize why.

"Now, slowly circle. Both fingers on your clit, sweetheart. Roll it gently. Yes - you feel that don't you? How the breath hitches in your lungs. Feels good, doesn’t it?"

Clumsy, your head jerks in a nod. Waves of pleasure roll from your cunt. Gasping - straining to remain silent - your head thuds back against the thin wooden wall behind.

A chuckle rings through your mind, followed by more of that lyrical suggestion. "Wouldn't it feel better if it was someone else?"

There's a flash across your mind.

A harsh mouth on your neck, teeth upon your shoulder. The burn in your legs as you bounce upon a firm lap, and the harsh shear of a cock as you ride the hidden figure below. Pale hands run over your breasts, teasing your nipples.

"What does he look like?" the voice asks excitedly.

The demand forces a picture from the recesses of your thoughts.

A shock of brunette hair. Bright blue eyes. Pink lips curled into the most sarcastic of smiles.

"Ah. Him?" That voice within your skull murmurs, sounding pleased. "Yes, darling. He would be able to take care of you."

Your fingers curl, and your other hand claps across your lips to stifle a moan as you push them into your burning cunt. It's not your own action. Yet, there's no denying how dizzy and heated it makes you feel. Still, your body itches for more.

"How good do you think his tongue would feel against you - and your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer?" Gods. That voice is almost evil in the things that it suggests. Such an image brands itself across your brain. "Maybe you should find out."

That dark, wordless laughter rings out again. But this time - you think that you can actually hear it. That your ears can pick up the noise as it rises into the air, drifting down from the Master's temple. A shiver runs down your spine.

"But right now, you should come for me - for him - so that the slick is already wetting your cunt when you go to his hut. Make it nice and easy for him to slide in and take you from behind. To ruin you for any other man." You have to bite your lip to stop from crying out. All that you can feel his your hand inside your cunt, expertly moved by another.

The voice changes, a familiar accent creeping in stronger as it continues - salacious. "Because that's what I'm going to do, darling. I'm going to ruin you."

Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!

A/N: Well. I love how Mind-Control Sex with Druig is just becoming its own kink for us all at this point. I’d be down.

Check out the rest of my content if you want more Druig!

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to touch you.

premise: when druig bets you that he can make you fall in love with him before christmas it quickly turns complicated when the lines of friendship get blurred, and cute dates turn into shared breaths between bed sheets.

pairing: druig x (f)reader

warnings: friends to lovers, super cheesy cliche content, slight very slight slow burn, mutual pining, unrequited love, sexual content, angst, fluff. you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only minors dni, you will be blocked.

word count: n/a

etc: i’m in the mood for christmas content and i will find any excuse to write more for this man! this is an au therefore no eternals spoilers nor is druig an eternal. chapters will be added as they are posted, obvisouly, and i will gladly take blurb requests for this series once it gets going so feel free to send something in! if you’d like to suffer: listen to iris by the goo goo dolls while devouring this content, you’re welcome xoxo.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

o. a friendly bet

I Told You To Stop

Pairing: Druig x (female) Reader

Summary: An intimate moment with Druig where he wants to watch you 👀

Warnings: pure smut, pwp, masturbation, voyeurism, oral (female receiving), orgasm control / denial paired with mind control, slightly non-con I guess?, penetrative sex (m+f), Druig being smug and cocky bc I consider that to be a warning😌 MINORS DNI PLEASE.

A/N: we’re severely lacking in Druig fics rn so I’m giving it a go! This idea popped into my head pretty much as soon as I left the cinema and it’s filthy lmao sorry. Also clearly forehead touching is a thing for me now, Drukkari have me so whipped😩

Please note this is my first time ever posting anything I’ve written so please be nice. Hope you enjoy!

It started how it always does: Druig catches your stare lingering on him, on his body. The way your eyes drag across his build, absent-mindedly chewing on your bottom lip. He doesn’t even need to use his powers to know what’s going through your mind. As always, he’s more than happy to oblige. And that’s how you, again, found yourself pinned to the wall in Druig’s room.

Your lips were intertwined in a frenzy of heated kisses. It didn’t take long for him to open your mouth with his own, sliding his tongue against yours. The sheer force of his kiss forced your head back against the wall. His strong torso secured you in that position, almost crushing you in his desperation to be as close to you as possible. His hands were currently cupping your face, keeping you in position and completely at his mercy. His one hand then trailed slowly down your neck, to your chest, over your breast, heaving up and down with your ragged breathing. Druig continued to drag his hand further and further down, grazing the waistband of your trousers. He pushes his fingers just under band, running his hand from one side to other, and back again. You could feel him smirk against your lips as he pulled his hand, and his mouth, away from you.

A sad whimper leaves your lips as he leans back, still keeping you in place by pinning you with his hips against the wall. You open your eyes to see him staring at you with the cockiest grin on his face.

“What? Why did you stop?” you cry breathlessly. You reach to pull his moth back down to yours again but he remains firmly planted where he is, staring so intensely at you you think you might melt.

“I want to try something” he whispers.

Your eyes search his face, trying to see what exactly he’s got in mind. He smirks once again before leaning forward, just missing your awaiting lips to brush his own on the corner of your mouth. The passionate frenzy from seconds prior is suddenly replaced by a quiet and yet powerful intensity. His lips move slowly across your cheek, down to your jaw, to your throat, your collarbones. Gentle, featherlight brushes of his lips searing into your skin. You sigh and roll your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. He used this opportunity to trail his mouth back up your neck until he is right beside your ear, his lips just touching the edge of your earlobe.

“I want to watch you” he hums, pulling back slightly to to look down at you again.

“What?”

“I want to watch you” he repeats. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

The way he’s looking at you, his words, his filthy request, it all goes straight to your core. With almost numb legs you allow Druig to escort you over to his bed. You climb onto the mattress, back leaning against the headboard. Druig’s eyes never leave yours as he walks back round to sit on a chair situated at the foot of the bed, giving him the perfect view of you. He leans back in his chair and you take this as the signal to begin.

You lock eyes with him as you drag your hands down your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it over your head and tossing it aside. You then make quick work of reaching behind you to undo your bra, which swiftly joins your shirt on the floor. You just about hear the sharp intake of breath from Druig as his eyes shift to your exposed breasts. You once again rake your hands down your body, stopping briefly to knead at your own breasts a couple of times. A small smirk plays on your lips as you see the effect you’re having on Druig. You can tell he’s painfully hard as he palms the bulge in his dark jeans. Your hands go back up to caress your neck one more time before you curl your fingers to deliberately drag your nails down your front, leaving angry red scratches all the way from your neck down to your navel. The quiet “fuck” that leaves his mouth when he sees the marks on you let’s you know you’re heading in the right direction. You really were starting to enjoy this now.

You proceed to make swift work of removing both your trousers and underwear but you ensure to tuck your legs together, denying Druig the pleasure of seeing you just for a moment longer. You then make sure to lock eyes with him once again as you shift to part your legs, completely exposing yourself to him. The satisfied groan that leaves his mouth and the way his eyes drink in the sight of you almost have you cumming right there and then.

“Go on, my love. Touch yourself. Show me how you like it” he demands.

Maintaining eye contact you move your right hand down between your thighs. You swipe your middle finger through your already soaked folds. A quick gasp escapes you as you finally brush against your aching clit. Collecting your juices you add your index finger to the mix and slowly begin circling your clit. You can’t help the content sighs that leave your lips as you do so. Your other hand goes up to grope at your breast as you continue your slow circles. Your hips begin to buck in time with the movement of your fingers. It’s not long before the impatience grabs you and you begin to quicken your pace. You fight to keep your eyes open, focused on Druig as he continues to palm himself through the fabric of his jeans.

“Fuck you look amazing like this” he murmurs, his cock twitching in his pants. “Nonetheless I want you stop before you cum, you hear me?”

You nod absent-mindedly, the command not fully registering with you as you continue to work yourself into a state of pure pleasure. You can start to feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach and you desperately reach for it. You feel the empty ache in your core, wishing you had something to fill you up, but you continue to make do with your fingers frantically circling your clit. Your moans start to get louder, your other hand digging roughly into the flesh of your breast, your nails leaving deep marks in your skin. You feel your orgasm incoming, once again forcing your eyes open to gaze at Druig. His name is on the tip of your lips just as you’re about to go over the edge.

And that’s when you see Druig smirk and his eyes light up gold.

Suddenly you find yourself taking your hand away from your core, your orgasm retreating as you whine incredulously. You pant heavily as you glare at Druig, your hand somehow stuck beside you instead of between your legs where you wanted it.

“W- why? Why did you do that?” you exhale through your heavy breathing.

His smirk only grows as he states “I told you to stop. I told you to touch yourself, I never said to actually make yourself cum.”

Your about to protest when he finishes by clarifying “that’s a job for me, I think.”

He stands, pulling off his shirt at the same time. He unbuttons his jeans as he takes the few steps to the edge of the bed. He leaves his jeans open, just revealing a patch of his pants underneath. You feel the mattress dip slightly as he kneels at the edge of the bed, before slowly crawling up the remaining the space until he climbs on top of you. He leans his face close into yours, for heads almost touching, his strong arms braced on either side of you. His eyes flash gold again and you feel yourself involuntarily lifting the hand that had previously been between your legs. That cocky grin returns as your hand finds its way to his face, and your two fingers find their way into his mouth.

You stare mesmerised, your mind and body completely surrendered to his power as he sucks your slick from your fingers. You feel your body go slack against the bed as his eyes dim down, regaining their natural colour. He gives you no time to recover as he quickly recaptures your lips with his. The fiery frenzy from before finally returning. He doesn’t kiss you too long though before he dips his head to latch his lips onto your neck, this time the featherlight brushing of lips is replaced with harsh nipping and sucking as he leaves his marks across your body. He continues this down the length of your body, following the red scratches left by your own hands just minutes previous.

Your hips buck upwards in anticipation as he approaches your navel. He continues to tease you by kissing down your side, over your hip bone, and down to your thighs. He grabs your left leg and swings it over his shoulder, continuing his attack on your skin, sucking bruising marks into your inner thighs. He teases you relentlessly, kissing right up to the apex of your thigh before skipping straight over your aching centre to continue nipping at your other leg.

“Druig” you whine. “Please…please” you plead with him. He simply answers with a small chuckle before he finally latches his mouth right where you want him.

No more teasing, he delves straight for your clit and sucks it into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue. He works you relentlessly, seemingly to make up for all the previous teasing. You can’t help yourself as your hips buck again and your head is thrown back, the pure bliss of the pleasure his mouth is giving you almost too much. That beautiful pressure starts to slowly build in the pit of your stomach but again the feeling of still being empty returns. Whether Druig actually read your mind or was just able to read your body remained to be seen, but suddenly you felt him push one, and then two fingers into your entrance. A ecstatic moan passes from your lips as he gives you exactly what you want, exactly what your body was craving. He pushes them in slowly, up to the knuckle, before scissoring them open inside of you. He repeats this action a few times before switching to curling his fingers forward, brushing the exact right spot inside you that has you absolutely squirming on the mattress. All the while his tongue continues to furiously work at your clit. Your close now, and he can tell.

His lifts his mouth briefly to instruct you to look at him. “Look at me, my love. I want to see you cum, I want to watch what I do to you.”

You lift you head up to look down at him in an attempt to obey his instruction, but the pleasure is almost too much, you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your incoming orgasm fast approaching.

Your eyes suddenly seem to open on their own accord and it’s quickly apparent why; Druig’s eyes are once again shining that beautiful gold. You want to reprimand him, tell him it’s unfair to use his powers on you like that. But all thoughts leave your head as you finally cum with a last curl of his fingers and lap of his tongue. That damn smirk of his returning as he watches with satisfaction as you clench around his fingers, fully riding out your orgasm.

“Good girl” he praises cockily as you attempt to regain control over your heavy breathing. It’s in vain though as the next second Druig is moving up your body again to place his mouth on yours. Again opening your mouth with his own, shoving his tongue against yours, making sure you get a good taste of yourself.

He continues to kiss you, feeing the bed shift beneath you you paw at his bare chest as he works to finally remove his jeans and pants, at last freeing his aching cock.

You go to reach for him but he simply grabs your hand and pins it back down to the mattress. Another whine almost escapes you as he shushes you quietly, his lips against the shell of your ear.

He begins that featherlight tracing of your skin with his lips once again as you finally feel the head of his dick brush against your folds. He rubs his dick up and down your folds twice, gathering the wetness there, before slowly sinking into you. He pauses at your sharp intake of breath, the sensation of him finally being inside you almost overwhelming. But you place your forehead against his, looking up into his eyes, and nod gently to signal for him to continue. He does so immediately, pushing into you to the hilt. He begins a languid pace of thrusting into you, your foreheads never breaking contact.

“You going to be a good girl and keep your eyes open for me this time? Or will I have to make you again?” He narrows his eyes at you, allowing them to flash gold briefly to emphasise his point.

He speeds up his pace and pushes bruising fingertips into your hip. He pinches your hip at the same time he goes “hmm?”, demanding you answer his command.

“Y-yes” you sigh.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes. I’ll keep my eyes open, Druig” you voice falters on his name as he thrusts deep and hard, right into that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Good” and with that he shoves his other hand down between your legs to play with you clit. The sensations inside you build quickly, your fast approaching another orgasm, but this time you’re determined to keep your eyes open for him, you don’t think you could stand him suddenly pulling away at the last second as punishment for disobeying his command. With your foreheads still touching you rolled your head up slightly so that your lips could touch his again. The kiss is only brief before you have to pull away and put all your focus into keeping your eyes on him.

“Come on baby, I can feel your close. You’re almost there, just keep your eyes on me” he coos.

And with that your climax hits you, clenching around him. And this time you were sure to keep your eyes on him as your mouth falls open and you moan quietly.

“Fuck, now that’s exactly what I wanted to see” he groans as he finally stills and cums inside you, your clenching pussy and flushed face pushing him over the edge. He squeezes his eyes shut and tucks his head into neck as he does so.

Once you both come down from your highs he lifts his head again to place his forehead on yours. You stay like this for a little while, your bodies connected, your breath mixing. All too soon, though, he pulls out and gets off the bed, but not before placing a kiss to your temple and whispering a quick “good girl” in your ear.

He grabs a towel from somewhere in the room and cleans himself off before heading over to you and gently wiping you down. He grabs himself a pair of boxers and pulls them on before proceeding to give you the shirt he was wearing earlier. Druig walks back round to the bed to settle in beside you. You lay on your backs next to each other with only your heads turned so they just barely touched once again.

You hear him chuckle gently beside you. “Why are you pouting my love?” He questions you.

“It’s not fair. You using your power to force me to look at you whilst I came. You didn’t even award me the same curtesy” you huff dramatically.

He laughs quietly again as he gazed into your eyes again. He raises his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind you ear and rest his palm on your face, thumb stroking your cheek.

“Next time, my beautiful beautiful y/n. Next time.”

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A/N: I have another Druig oneshot in the works rn, a little bit more angsty than this one so please be sure to follow me to see when it’s posted! Anyway I hope you enjoyed this!

Eternals | Druig/Makkari

Druig never smiles.

It’s a known fact, has been for centuries and always will be. Since their makers binded together cosmic energy, stitching gold threads of pulsating life to birth them into existence, Druig was practically created with a permanent scowl on his face, as far as anyone is aware.

Until, they saw otherwise.

(Or, 5 times the Eternals catch a glimpse of Druig smiling because of Makkari, and 1 time Makkari realises it herself.)

alright my little ghouls and ghosts, this is my official masterlist for kinktober! it’s my first one, and i’m very excited to share these stories with you. please note, that because i’m me, it’s possible these may end up changing but i’ll try my best to stick to the plan!

most importantly, i’d just like to give a massive thank you to everyone who sent in ideas, and requests. i hope i brought your fantasies to life! xo

eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

important disclaimer — all of these will contain explicit sexual content, as well as majority having dark themes. please heed every warning that is specified on each chapter as i am not responsible for your media consumption.

1. bootriding + the winter soldier

2. mirror sex + boyfriendsdad!andy

3. overstimulation + bestfriendsbrother!loki

4. dubious consent + bryce

5. double penetration + sambucky

6. spitroasting + wandanat

7. cum play + fwb!joaquin

8. mommy kink + milf!nat

9. asphyxiation + bodyguard!sam

10. exhibitionism + ex!ransom

11. punishment + criminal!curtis

12. dacryphilia + pornstar!thor & pornstar!erik

13. breeding + mob!steve

14. mutual masturbation + college!valkyrie

15. pegging + beefy!bucky

16. cockwarming + biker!steve

17. somnophilia + king!sam

18. dumbification + roomates!stucky

19. knife kink + mr. freezy

20. voyuerism + neighbour!lee

21. brat taming + sub!wanda

22. biting + werewolf!bucky

23. degradation + serialkiller!ari

24. gangbang + cult!mcu men

25. period sex + vampire!charles

26. possessiveness + stalker!nat

27. chasing + alpha!sam

28. tentacles + venom

29. corruption + demon!steve

30. sacrifice + coven!mcu women

31. consensual non consent + ghostface

cocoa.

| regulus black x reader | fluff |

anon requested. drinking cocao while doing sleepy talk

cw: slightly steamy, no actual smut, smoking

“Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you, stay, and let me love you, baby,” your soft singing soothed Regulus as you gently combed your fingers through his hair.

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In Ice We Trust  IV✨

Jason Todd x Reader

IIWT Masterlist  🏒

Jason: coming to the after party?

Jason: or not. that’s cool too.

                                                  delivered 10:45 pm

Jason: it was good seeing u btw

Jason: u didn’t have to come and u did and u were right

Jason: we won 🤪

Jason: thanks again ❤️❤️ 

                                                   delivered 11:35 pm

Jason: for this

Jason: and for agreeing to my stupid proposal 

Jason: anyways goodnight bro

                                                   delivered 12:25 am

You’re smiling. Grinning, really. Head bent over your phone, skin bathed pale blue in its reflecting light. The path you take is well worn and familiar, you’re not required to take your eyes off those two stupid emojis that spins your own heart into a frenzy.

It’s barely ten minutes after Jason’s last text. You’d woken up from a nap five before that, dazed and warm and confused as to why you felt so incandescently happy. 

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Ghost of a Lover {Ghost!Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10.4k

Warnings: Dub-con/Non-con because….ghost, violent attack, choking, hauntings, sex toys, masturbation, overstimulation, forced orgasms, ghostly pussy slapping, mentions of infidelity, safe words, gun play, derogatory language (likes to be called a slut), slight daddy kink of Dave’s part, oral sex (male and female receiving), face fucking, ghost sex, ass slapping, vaginal sex, rough sex, breath play

Comments: Your first night in your new house is terrifying, an unseen force attacking you in your shower. Furious that you are in HIS house, Dave York doesn’t realize he’s dead yet. Until he figures it out and realizes that you might not mind having him around. Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers​

A/N: Dub-con due to a ghost taking over your self love time. It’s a ghost fucking story, what can I say? Ghosts don’t do what you want. 

You remembered the day you signed the papers for your new house, just last week. The widow, a recent widow with two young kids at that, had told you that the house was special but there were just too many ghosts there. You had nodded, assuming she had meant that everywhere she turned she was seeing her late husband there. You hadn’t thought she meant it literally. 

The master bathroom shower is massive, one of the key features that had made you choose this one over the five others you had toured. In a great neighborhood and spacious with plenty of upgrades to the house, at the late husband’s insistence, it is perfect for your solitary life of writing. You groan under the hot water, steam curling around you in the space and let the water work it’s magic on muscles that are sore from moving and setting up boxes.

A sudden shiver runs down your spine before you are spun around. Screaming and flailing, you don’t feel or see anyone but your body is slammed against the tile and you feel the pressure of a hand around your throat. “I- help!” You choke out, scrambling and if it weren’t for whatever force that was holding you to the wall, you would have slipped and fallen in the bottom of the shower. “Help!”

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All's Fair in Money and ... Sex?

Fandom: Squid Game (Netflix)

Relationship: The Salesman x Female Salesperson! Reader

Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)

Warnings: Smut, light slapping (Once on face and once on your pussy), Dominant Salesman, vaginal fingering, rough sex, Brat reader, squirting, orgasm denial, bondage, face-fucking, blowjob, oral (F and M receiving), cunilingus, belly bulge, begging, angry/hate sex, choking (Hand on throat and slight squeezing), almost gagging (Salesman has a big dick), unprotected sex, nipple play, degradation, use of ‘slut’, P in V penetration

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Note: So I did another Salesman fic. This is full on nasty and surprisingly difficult to write. Thank you @god-like-eyebrows for the request. Thank you @jeonselca​ and @squidgamesmut​ for helping and encouraging me with the plot. It took a little time and I finally did it! I hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! I’d love to take requests for the characters from Squid Game. I have more fics on my masterlist if you’re interested!

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Summary: You’d do anything to be the better salesperson than your colleague. One day you go too far and this time he’s not gonna let you get away with it.

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Election Day (President Loki x Reader) by @glxssylaufey *dark!fic, no non-con

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Doctor Strange - Baby Blues & Tattoos

A/N & WC - This is the enemies-to-lovers, co-workers, 'there was only one bed' fic. As soon as I thought of it, I knew it had to be a Dr Strange thing, and I loved writing it. Also, Ben's wink in the below GIF makes my knees go weak. 8.9k.

Warnings - Swearing, too much bickering, mentions of scars, mentions of a daddy kink, smut: oral (f rec), unprotected sex, brief orgasm denial, 'Doctor' kink, tattoo kink, hickey kink, belly bulge kink. 18+.

Summary - After a tiring mission, the last thing you want to do is have to crash at a hotel, especially with the cockiest man alive. Will things change with the fact there's only one bed on such a sleepless night?

YOUR DAY HAS BEEN EXHAUSTING, there’s no denying it, and the only thing to possibly make it worse?

“C’mon, there’s a place not far away,” Stephen snaps at you, cajoling.

“Why can’t we just portal back?” you ask, uncaring of your tone, how brisk you are.

“Because we can’t. Shut up.”

And you do. He’s been grating on your nerves for this whole mission. It wasn’t like it was a bad one, you were away barely for twenty four hours, but this is Stephen. He gets exhausting after five Goddamn minutes.

Bags slung over your shoulders, you follow him down the street. This, sadly, is the type of place you don’t use your powers, save for impending doom. And you have to grant it to Stephen, he knows what he’s doing, and he’s admirable with it. The way he carries his title, so graciously aids those who need him, all with a stoic resolve. He’s a good sorcerer, that’s an irrefutable fact, and you wouldn’t be this far without him.

Still, doesn’t mean you have to like the pretentious bastard in any way.

Dusk is long gone, night time in full bloom, stars scattering around the sky like tiny sprinkles, smudges of light to guide you through the night, only a thin crescent moon available to you in the far distance. The enveloping navy of the night sky meets the dark hues of Stephen’s mundane clothes, sheltering him from view ever so slightly, walking a few paces in front of you.

It doesn’t take long for a relatively small building to come into view, small for a hotel, no bigger than the body of Bleecker Street, an orange glow bleeding out the entrance.

His shoulders rigid, his posture as straight as a rod, he stalks through the front doors and up to the clerk, slightly more human clothes back on in place of his mission attire.

“‘Scuse me, please can I book a room for tonight?” he says, each word articulated to its fullest.

“How many people, Sir?”

He casts a glance towards you, rolls those pretty blue eyes of his, and looks back. “Two.”

“What kind of room would you like, sir?”

“One with two beds, I don’t care about the cost.”

The boyish clerk nervously clears his throat and shuffles the papers on the desk before clicking around on his computer a fair amount. When he looks at you with that typically awkward glance hospitality workers give when they can’t give you what you want, you know exactly what’s coming.

“Sorry sir, we only have rooms with one bed available. I can get you one with a couch if that’s better?”

Stephen grinds his ridiculously defined jaw so aggressively, you can almost hear the bones crunching, grating together.

“You’re small, you take the couch,” he hisses, the comment directed at you before gulping down a breath, straightening his resolve, and meeting the clerk’s gaze. “That’ll do.” he says, his manner more brusque than usual.

You roll your eyes, biting back a snarky comment at his forcing you onto the sofa for the night, and stay positively quiet and zoned out as he organises the rest, handing over his card, and in turn, receiving your room keys.

He marches you down the corridor, shouldering more than his fair share of the bags, while still keeping a gloved hand on the small of your back to steer you in the right direction. He never takes his gloves off. Ever. Even in all your months at the Sanctum, whether he’s fresh out the shower or fully dressed for work, he has never once removed those gloves with you in the vicinity. Strange, like him.

He deftly swipes the key card, his arm looping around your body to do so, and pushes the door open, allowing you in first.

The room is nothing special, just your standard hotel room. White sheets grace the double bed, the main feature of the room, with a soft grey footer to match the draping curtains, comparatively light when beside the ever darkening night. Stephen’s elbow hits the light switch, a white globe light shade casting a fluttery white glow everywhere, bouncing off the tea tray atop the dark wood desk that invades and clunks up half the room. The wardrobe is just behind the door, and doesn’t actually seem to have a front to it, but there’s an ironing board you won’t use—but Stephen probably will—and some coat hangers. The walls are mostly a very pale grey, modern, but a feature appears behind the headboard, the main attraction point of the room, a bright orange that pairs nicely, if not shockingly with the sofa: a poxy thing, barely a two seater. You wouldn’t even get your torso on there comfortably. It’s a decent room, not to your taste but nice enough, and clean, your main query.

“I’ll take the first shower,” he says.

Shifting past you, he nudges your shoulder, heat temporarily shooting between your bodies, and he flings the bags carelessly onto the bed, shrugging off his jacket before shouldering past you and chucking open the bathroom door. You’re still just standing there, even after you hear the door lock shut, Stephen huff a little to himself in the mirror (that much you can imagine, he does it all the time), the clink of a belt and the water start running. You already know this is going to be a long, long night, and it hasn’t even begun.

While he’s out of the way, you begin unpacking, simply lying out your night clothes and any necessities you brought with you just in case, straightening the pillows. Then he walks out, a plain white towel hung low around his hips, his Adonis belt glistening with droplets of water all around. His body is defined, incredibly chiselled—no surprise there—but from what you can see, he’s scarred too, his tan skin worn and cut in places it shouldn’t be. Still, his hands are covered in a towel that he’s rubbing through his charcoal hair, even when he brings it down, you’re not even allowed to catch a glimpse of his bare fingers, the cloth shielding them.

“It’s free.”

“I can see that, thanks Mr Obvious.”

He offers you a saccharine smile, “That’s Dr Obvious to you, rookie.”

“Myehhh,” you mimic, rolling your eyes as you brush past him, but really, his bulk of muscle does more damage to you than him, leaving your arm throbbing, only able to clutch it and open your mouth in a silent cry of pain once the door is shut and locked behind you.

As you undress, you’re sure you hear his soft chuckles as he goes about his inane bedtime rituals. One of your own rituals is listening to music in the shower, the one thing you know drives Strange insane, so you do exactly that, putting your current favourite song on repeat as you shower.

The bathroom is nice, too, just white. All porcelain white: floor, walls, sink, with only the mirror and showerhead a glistening silver. Why does nowhere have the same character as the Sanctum? If this is the rest of the world you’ve been avoiding a while, you’re not sure if you like it.

Coming out the bathroom, you wrap your white towel taut around your body and tuck the corner in, the lump pressing into your supple skin, releasing your hair from the shower cap. Almost unwittingly you begin humming the song—instinct, you guess, an earworm, a good song with infectious lyrics and a strong tune. You’ll be over it in a week.

“Do you?” Stephen suddenly asks, appearing from around the wall.

You gasp in surprise, your reverie snapped. He’s right there next to you, his hair coiffed but still slightly damp, wearing his usual half-baggy blue pyjamas. His blue eyes snag on something, a peek of black partially obscured by the towel, but he can't be sure.

“What?”

His exasperated sigh fills your brain with naught but aggravation. How can one person be so anxious and annoying?

“That song you were playing, it’s called Daddy Issues. Do you have them?”

A soft chuckle leaves your lips, tossing your hair around, running your fingers through the locks. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No.”

You don’t even bother to deadpan him for more than a split second before you’re pushing past him, your shoulder bumping his bicep again, and you’re shifting over to the desk area, where you lay out your moisturiser and hairbrush.

“Well, statistically, more than fifty percent of people do—"

“Just be quiet Stephen. Get ready for bed.”

He bares his teeth, but obliges, and within half an hour, you’re nervously slouched on opposite sides of the bed, the top light off, curtains drawn, only the bedside lamps on to offer your bodies some shadow.

“I’m not taking the couch,” you warn, “it’s bloody tiny.”

“I don’t expect you to, and this bed is bigger than I anticipated, so I suppose we can share if you stick to your side.”

You grumble, making strange whining noises to piss him off momentarily, “What do you propose, a pillow wall?”

“Yes, actually,” he says, “that sounds rather practical.”

“Why? It’s not like I’m gonna try and cuddle you or hold your hand or anything. You’re not my type anyway, God.”

“Almost, but not quite.” he snarks.

“Could you be any more conceited, Strange?”

“Yes. But, just lie down, I’m tired and can’t be arsed to hear your whining all night. No touching.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, asshat.”

You draw back your side of the duvet and slide beneath, curling your toes at the cold weight of it, your back to Stephen’s. There’s so much space between the two of you it’s bordering on ridiculous, you could fit half the other wizards in with you at this rate. You're small, but with how close he is to his edge, he has to be falling off. He’s abnormally tall, his feet are probably dangling off the end, too.

“Is this about your hands?” you whisper, barely heard over the deafening silence crashing around in both of your ears, “or your scars? If so I— I don’t mind, I’m not in any position to judge.”

“Shut. Up.” he enunciates.

“Dude, it’s okay.”

“It’s also none of your fucking business.”

Oh he’s seething. He’s fucking hilarious when he’s mad. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare and his face goes as red as Goddamn tomato, his lips quirk to suffocate a grimace and hands close to fists he can barely control and his voice always stutters when his desperately regulated breath hitches. That’s exactly what’s happening now, you can feel the shift of the bed next to you, hear every tiny movement.

“I’m not trying to pry, just curious.”

“Well, you are prying. You know what happened to me, you know who I was and who I am, surely you have some idea what I must… look like.”

“Yeah,” you breathe, an inflection of compassion in your tone, “and I don’t give a shit. I hate you no less.”

He allows a breathy chuckle out, one of the lightest sounds you’ve ever heard from him, nothing derisive in it, no spite or teasing, just a small laugh. “Hate me all you want. I know I’m right.”

“About what?”

“You don’t want to see me.”

It’s so quiet a request that it's barely a whisper, simply a wistful hope, a prayer, a silent plea. His last word cracks, breaks, and his currently slightly less annoying voice trails away, broken. Even now, the least you can do is respect his privacy on it despite the fact it's the last thing you want to do.

You find the only words you can muster, curling further inwards on yourself. “Night, Stephen. Thanks for this.” you bid.

“Night, Y/N.”

And you still into a horrible, dense silence, the darkness of the room overwhelming your senses. If you sleep a wink like this, you’ll be lucky.

—

You find yourself to be regrettably correct, since after what feels like a lifetime (and appears to only have been an hour, and even then, just barely) you feel the whole weight of the bed shift, followed by muffled cursing. You’re cold, incredibly uncomfortable, and the pillow is too cold, but you daren’t move it, lest you disturb the wrath of Stephen.

Fuck it, you tell yourself. You won’t lie on the ridge of a hard mattress all night just because he’s a whiny brat who never cuts you a break. Fidgeting and jolting, tossing and turning, you eventually turn over full bodily, and completely by accident, your hand falls onto more flesh, warm and callused, Stephen. Instantaneously, he recoils, his body slithering away from you, even across the masses of space. Your own breath catches, brows furrowing, shock, perhaps?

“Stephen?” you husk, your voice full of surprise. “Couldn’t sleep?”

You reach over and flick your bedside lamp on, fluffing your pillow and turning to him.

“No. Why did you do that?”

“Why did I do what, roll over in bed and accidentally brush your hands?”

“Yes.” he says, teeth gritted.

“Don’t be such a twat, what’s the big deal anyway?” you ask, a throwaway comment, but the way he gulps, his blue eyes so full of anxiety, you know well enough what it is. “Strange, I didn’t mean—”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Only, you know it does. His hands are balled up in his shirt and embedded into his body, covered by the duvet despite the convulsive movements. He’s asking for it. In one swift move, the duvet is folded back, and you’re grabbing his hands roughly by the wrists and tugging them away from him. Sitting up a little more, moving your body and crossing your legs, you yank his hands into your lap. Gnarled red scars run down each finger and down the back of both hands, puckering from stitches mars them too, and beneath the skin, when you tenderly run the pads of your fingers over his scars, the cuts, you feel metal. Screws, bolts, whatever else. Maybe even metal rods are in there, holding his bones together.

Sure, they’re not pretty, no scars are, but they aren’t as repulsive as he makes them out to be. They’re endearing, unique, and show he’s a Goddamn fighter. Maybe you’d be more inclined to work with him if he hadn’t been trying to hide from you so much.

Suddenly, he jolts away from you, away from the tender rub of your fingers on his skin, his face contorted in a perpetual wince. There’s an expectant pause, like he’s waiting for you to say something, but for once, you’re lost for words.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” he says, wholly tugging away from you.

“Why, Stephen? Why are you being so pretentious and callous? Can’t we share a bed without it being fuckin’ weird?” you demand, hitting a fist against the pillow childishly.

“No.”

He shifts his pyjama bottoms awkwardly when he catches another peek of your skin—your upper arm this time, a swirl of ink—and clambers out of bed, snatching a spare sheet from the wardrobe that he takes over to the sofa with him. No way is he gonna fit, but if he’s going to be that obtuse, you’re gonna let him.

—

Another hour has gone by, and having tried just about every possible position known to man on both sides of the bed, every pillow on both the head and foot of the bed, you’re still unable to sleep, simply staring at the dull white ceiling, your fingers linked and resting over your steadily rising chest. You’d think that sorcery has some perks, perhaps a spell to help you sleep, but no. There are some herbs that can go in drinks to knock you out, but naturally, they’re all at the Sanctum. You’re fucking knackered, and usually sleep so well, why is tonight any different? Does it have anything to do with the gnawing in the pit of your stomach? The anxiety of Stephen being so far away—or perhaps it's just having him in the room. Somehow, you don't know which is worse.

“Stephen,” you tentatively call out, your sound swallowed by the reverberating night. “Are you awake?”

“Yes. Why?” he replies in his typical abrupt nature.

“Just wondered. I’m cold, can you come sit?”

“No.”

This time you don’t even bother to turn on the light, but merely point your finger at the wall shade and light begins to glow around you, allowing you to peer at Stephen over there. It’s a pitiful sight, really, and one he willingly inflicted on himself, but with his long legs dangling off the edge and his head at a funny angle on the arm, the sheet barely covering half of him, you know this isn’t fair. Still, doesn’t stop you from having a hearty chuckle to yourself.

“You’re so fucking uncomfortable over there and don’t try to deny it. Get your ass into bed with me. Now.”

He’s not used to you being bossy, no one is. As he so constantly reminds you, you’re just a rookie, you don’t bark orders, and only occasionally lend a snarky comment. He likes those best, no matter how much he tries to feign it.

“Can you tolerate me enough to just lie in bed with me?” you tease, hearing his footsteps padding on the carpeted floor.

“To say I ‘tolerate you’ is a vast overstatement.”

“Thanks, Doc.” you reply sardonically, rolling your eyes—playfully this time—and smiling at the fact.

He does as you say, though, and shuffles into bed beside you, actually bothering to get properly comfortable this time, settling into a relatively normal position on his back, his head turned to the side, his cheekbones glowing from definition in the shine from your light. You could cut yourself on those, sweet Mercy.

Once he’s nuzzling into his pillow, you begin to do your own fidgeting around, finding your own comfort with a heavy, warm weight beside you, one of relative solace. You don’t mean to, but you’re stretching, and just trying to find a good position, when your hand accidentally grazes…

No way, this is incredible, better than anything you could have dreamt up. You think you might even bite a hole in your tongue from biting hard enough to keep your incredulous laugh under control.

“Is this why you didn’t wanna sleep in the bed? Because you’ve got a boner?” you ask, slyly.

“Don’t talk about it.” he growls in warning.

“Why? Secret stash of porn up there in that eidetic brain of yours?”

“Could you be more oblivious?” he says under his breath.

Turning onto his side, he pushes you away, prying your arm from him.

“Myeh could you beeee more oblivious, Y/N?” you mimic, purposely whining in that tone you know he hates.

You were trying to banter, so if he wants to be a tosser about it, so fucking be it. At least he’s offering you his bodily warmth so you don’t feel so alone in such an unfamiliar place.

“It’s fine if you do have a boner. For all I care, go sort it out. Human nature, buddy.” you quip, turning on your own side, almost half way into the bed, his body within touching distance, breathing distance. “I am curious, though, why didn’t you just say so? Or wear baggier pants? Men, you’re all the same, so fuckin’ annoying. Contrary doesn’t even begin—“

You don’t have a chance to finish your arsey statement before he’s right there, his hot breath fanning your face hovering above you, his forearms on either side of your head, trapping you in.

“You think you know everything, huh? I bet you’d really love to know what got me so riled up.” he growls, his face lowering to your neck, the juncture of your shoulder, his lips barely brushing the skin there before he’s taking a deep inhale; animalistic, almost.

There’s no denying that his actions send heat flooding to your core. Frankly, you wouldn’t be surprised if a wet patch appeared in the sheet beneath you right about now. Who knew his voice could be so low? So sensual? Christ...

“You’re so fucking insolent. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a bratty bitch then I might’ve fucked you quiet two hours ago. You wanna know what made me hard? You, dancing around in your skimpy underwear and pyjamas. Every day I see you around the Sanctum, and even when you’re dressed in every layer of robe under the sun I can’t keep my eyes off you. You should see how damn hard I struggle to keep my hands to myself, even these Goddamn lumps.”

His fists clench next to your head, shifting your head on the pillow. His eyes burn sapphire. You’re not one for ‘skimpy’ clothes, but you have to admit that being the only woman in a house full of completely disinterested men has made you want to try and test the boundaries just a little, leading to your slightly smaller pyjamas and other minuscule changes in your wardrobe.

Still, his admission sends your mind into a lust-filled frenzy, your only coherent thought being to just submit to him, to kiss him, to finally know what he tastes like. For all these months he’s been watching you, his criticisms have been his manner of flirting, his hiding his own shield. As sweet as that is, there’s something very hard urgently poking at your thigh, something you should probably see to...

“Fucking hell, Stephen, just kiss me.”

After so much waiting, he really doesn’t need to be told twice, pouncing onto you, his lips meeting yours furiously, a desperate clash of tongues. Never in your life has someone kissed you this way before, with so much passion and life and unadulterated want. It makes you wonder just how long he’s wanted to do this for.

It doesn’t take long for his hands to stray, his palms skimming down your burning flesh, goose bumps rising in his wake.

“Off.” he ghosts, tugging at your pyjamas.

You begin to peel your shirt off, but Stephen grabs it by the neck and removes it before you can get any further.

“No bra?”

“Maybe I wanted to tease you too.” you breathe, and only once you say it do you realise the truth of it.

Perhaps all this time you have been subconsciously been trying to tease him, rile him up. You’re in for it now, that much is easily detectable by the ragged breaths he begins to take, his grip on your waist increasing as his lips make a downward trail. First, he kisses gently at your neck, only growing more fervent when he reaches your pulse point where he sucks, hard, but only for a moment as he moves further down, biting your right clavicle while pinching your left breast, then switching, and grazing his lips over the swells of your boobs. You’re barely able to control yourself or your moans, desperately holding your tongue, silencing yourself and the obscenities bound to spill. Next, he goes just below your sternum, the sensitive skin there reacting to his tender assault. Until now, he’s had his thinned eyes focussed on you, silently working his way down your body.

“I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty, unblemished skin…” he murmurs, vibrations shooting through you like a meteor shower. You don’t realise why he’s training off until his baby blues aren’t locked on your eyes anymore. “Is that a tattoo?”

Not the time, but your cheeks begin to burn red, drawing a blush onto your skin.

“I asked you a question, is that a tattoo?” He’s more solemn this time, commanding your full attention so naturally. Unable to control your voice, you offer him a nod, your eyes wide. “When did you get this? Oh, my God.”

“B— before I came to the Sanctum. I have more, if you like them.”

“Fuck,” he blasphemes, running a hand over his face. Is he… flustered? “Where? Show me.”

Who would’ve guessed he has a thing for tattoos? It’s not like you’re covered, just the odd few: one on your hip, one in between your ribs, one on your back. You’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the few at the tops of your arms yet. You adjust your positioning and show him what he wants: he’s damn near salivating, his fingers toying with his beard as he grows impossibly harder against your leg.

“Do you have a thing for tattoos? Do you like girls with ink all over their skin?”

“Stop,” he whines, imploring, “don’t, I’ll finish too fast if you keep on.”

You cup his cheeks, turning his face towards you, and begin to pepper kisses over his long neck, grazing your teeth where he seems to be the most sensitive, chuckling into your actions.

He kisses you hotly, briefly, and resumes his prior attack. Biting and sucking, drawing the supple skin of your hip bones between his teeth, he has you clamping your screams behind your hand, writhing around beneath his hold.

“These walls are pretty thick, which means you and I can be as loud as we want.” he whispers, and continues his actions, prying your hand away with one of his, and not flinching when you begin to hold it. Tight.

“You know, you’re gonna look so much better when I mark you up, every inch of you. Already look like mine.”

You dare a glance down, and half your stomach is covered in bites already, and he’s right, it looks damn good.

“I know, please.”

He moves gradually lower, tugging on the waist of your trousers. That seems to be when the reality hits him, drawing away from you, his breathing laboured, his beard tickling your hip bones.

“We shouldn’t,” he stammers, casting his gaze away.

You find yourself gulping nervously, “I know.”

His blue orbs wantonly flit from your eyes to your lips, searching for reassurance that’s been there all along. It doesn’t last long, you knew it wouldn’t, because his lips are colliding with yours after little more than a tense moment of eye contact. Your hands grip onto his arms, corded with muscle, tensing as they hold him up. He’s so reliant on his arms, his hands trembling with the slightest movement when it’s not sorcery related. Tonight, you want to show him that he doesn’t have to struggle, but merely has to enjoy it.

Mouths fastened together, your chest presses to his as his tongue glazes along your bottom lip, then your top, delving into your mouth. His muscle is skilled, dancing with yours, but not in a tender waltz, more a hazed tango of burning passion, like he has to taste all of you before he can be content in life. In return, you can’t kiss him deeply enough either, hold him tightly enough, clinging to him with your whole being.

He tears his lips away from you, leaving a strange void in your chest once he lifts away, an emptiness where his deft mouth was licking into yours just moments before. You’re certainly not disappointed when he presses a single kiss to your navel and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts, peeling them off, sliding them down your legs along with your panties.

“You look good all soaking wet.” he purrs, his eyes glued to the glistening slick coating your heat.

You revel in the fact that he can barely tear his eyes away long enough to glance at you, but once he catches sight of your lust-clouded eyes, half-lidded, expectant only for him, he can’t look away, his blue eyes enraptured with the slight drop your jaw makes as his breath fans over you. Almost animalistically, he licks his lips, then yours, tracing the shape of your vulva with the tip of his lithe muscle. Already you’re keening as he languidly works his mouth on your core. He presses a tantalising kitten lick to your clit, causing your legs to instinctively clamp around his head, your thighs trapping his ears. He still doesn’t break eye contact. How he does this, you don’t know, and don’t particularly care to find out right about now, since his eyes are so mesmerising, the different flecks and shades of blue, contrasted with hues of golden green—

Oh Mary sweet Mother of God.

How does he do that? His moustache tickles your swollen pearl as he literally eats you out, no reservations, a full meal to him. His tongue in your cavern, it’s the most beautiful sight you’ve ever beheld, his doling out of sloppy kisses while you can but watch, grasping onto his hair, threading your fingers through his dark locks, tugging for some semblance of grounding, something to keep you tethered to this realm, because this level of pleasure is unmeasured.

“I think you’re going to ruin me. Am I right?” you gasp, your words cut off when he suckles on your most sensitive spot.

“For every other man?” he purrs, straight into your core. “Absolutely.”

The vibrations are simply heavenly, sending your spare hand flying to the pillow beside you, grasping to it with all you're worth, until your fingers begin to cramp, but not once does his assault on your sensitive heat ease, his eyes smiling at you as though you’re the most beautiful thing in the planet.

You’re close, though, so close, teetering just on the edge of something incredible, something mind blowing, something astronomical. You’re simpering as he nears you closer and closer, every lavish of his tongue within your cavern, every nudge of his nose to your overly sensitive clit…

And Stephen being Stephen, that’s when he decides to pull away, crawling back up your body until he’s laying beside you, the heat welcoming and warm, the heavy weight of his arm slung around your bare waist, his breath fanning over your neck. He begins to lazily brush kisses over your neck, but it’s not enough. Frustrated would be a behemoth understatement.

“Goddamn it, Y/N,” he hums heartily, “you get under my skin like no one else.”

“Yeah?” you retort, not pondering the consequences in your haze of denial and desire, “you quite literally were just under mine, and you didn’t let me cum. Asswipe.”

Heaving a sigh, he rolls away slightly, stopping his sweet show of affections in favour of sulking

“If you’d shut up for one damn second and not insult me, I’d tell you why.”

“Why then, huh?” you square up to him.

The last thing you expect is to be kissed, his scarred hand weaving its way into your hair, pushing your head closer to his. You can feel the heat emanating from his cheeks, from his chest. Who knew heaven would be as hot as hell?

“Because I want the first time I make you come to be around my cock, darling. Okay?” he growls.

Wow. That’s one argument you can get behind, but two can play at his game, so you flutter your lashes and play coy, your most innocent doe-eyes joining your pretty, swollen lips that curl up into the sweetest smile you can manage.

“Okay, Doctor.”

“Fuck me,” he groans, barely audible.

In one movement, you have him pinned beneath you, hands on either side of his head while he’s listless between your legs, cerulean irises fixated on your every perceptible move.

“Only if you ask nicely, Doctor.”

His eyes fly shut, lids squeezed together, his head tossed back into the pillow. That’s when you get to work on his shirt. You grasp the hem with nimble fingers, slowly tugging it up the tanned skin of his torso. He occasionally walks around with just a towel on, like today, but you barely glimpse him before he’s disappearing, and even then he’s moving deftly, muscles contracting and water droplets glistening on the panes of his chest, so you're not entirely sure what you’ll find. You tug it up to his collar bones, and he does the rest, since you can’t help but run your hands all over him. Every inch of flesh you can reach. His body quite frankly ripples, his muscles incredible, and his scars matter no more or no less than ever, because he’s just Stephen and you’re just you, and this is just a moment you’ve caught yourselves in. His skin is burning, begging to be ravished the way he did yours, but you daren’t mess up such a masterpiece.

In an intoxicating kiss, you catch his bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling gently as you tug on it, your smirk unwavering yet your eyes as round as saucers.

“You’re heaven.” you whisper.

“You taste like it.”

The blush that dusts your cheeks is undeniable, sprinkling raging droplets of fire that reach the tips of your ears.

You sigh breezily, moving up his hips a little further, thinking aloud at your position, his body all yours, your bare heat hovering his clothed member, rock hard against your bum. “I’ve yearned for this for so long.”

“What, to shag me?”

“No, to finally have you quiet and under my control.”

“I’ve always been under your control,” he tells you earnestly, raising a hand to brush errant locks of hair away from your face, his rough fingers touching your cheek. You nestle into his grip. “Say the word, I’m yours.”

“The magic word?”

“Mhm.”

“Agamotto?” you question bashfully, curling your hair behind your ear.

He splutters a laugh, jolts his body up to meet yours, and kisses you, a searing embrace, his tongue working it’s way back into his mouth. You can still taste yourself on him. Beneath you, however, his length is twitching, begging to be touched.

You stand on your knees, and crawl back down his body, settling yourself on his beefy lower thighs that clench so delectably, setting friction onto your own throbbing core. You unravel the string at the waist, and fumble to get the soft cotton trousers off him, but seem to forget that, well, you’re hindering your own access. He nudges his legs and pelvis up, shucking the material over his bum. The action grazes over your slit in such a way that makes your breath hitch, the mix of the material of his pyjamas, the hair on his leg, and his tensing muscles creating the perfect cocktail of arousal within you, clouding your cognitive processes. He kicks them off, and draws you further up his legs, his member standing proud, brushing against your navel.

Something strange and new stirs deep within you at the sight, a primal need awakened. Sex has never been… this way for you before, this pleasurable, this fun. And as much as you hate to admit it, that’s because of Stephen and his God-like appendage that you’re not even sure will fit.

“Baby, you’re drooling,” he coos in a condescending tone, something that makes you impossibly wetter, “you gonna ride me?”

“Want your hands on me, though,” you softly admit, wrapping your hands over his, moving them to the dip of your waist. Instantly, they take a bruising settle there, but the pinch is so delectable.

Grasping him in your hands is quite the feat, but nonetheless you try, spitting on your palms to give yourself ample slick as you jerk him a couple of times, watching intently how the skin pulls around his member, your brows furrowed at such a simple yet such a beautiful sight. As much as you hate to cede it, he has a fucking incredible dick. He’s allowed to be as cocky as he is.

“If you keep on…”

You know he means for it to be a threat but he sounds so blissed out, his voice gruff and hitting you right at the pit of your belly. He has a point, though, with your fingertips gingerly running up the vein on the underside, your nails grazing tantalisingly over his balls. His slit is already leaking, a bead of pearly-white precum there. He won’t last. Eh, maybe he doesn’t have to be so cocky if such a featherlight touch can drive him to the edge.

His eyes draw yours in and keep their focus as you rise onto your knees and fidget a little closer, your knees scratching on the white sheets. Your brain grows foggy, like the night outside as you tease the head of his dick against your wetness before you gradually lower yourself down.

Birds crow outside, owls cresting their night time lullaby as he enters you, the most delightful harmony. Flickers of twinkling stars can be seen in your periphery through the slit in the plain curtains.

You hiss, but the slight pain of him stretching you simply spurs you further onto him, desperate to engulf him all. Your bum hits his thighs, and that’s when you realise, your breathing shallowed, that he’s balls deep within you.

This is actually happening.

“Fuck,” he mutters letting out the most aching groan yet, throwing his head back into the pillow once more and letting his dark hair flop of its own accord, his hands tangling their way into your hair to pull you down to him.

Your actions start slowly, a small rocking to your hips as you get used to his sheer size filling you to the brim, even the slightest movement causing your walks to tense around the ridges of his dick, rubbing within you so detectably. His breathing increases with every rock, his eager pants and soft pleas filling the air as you begin to speed up, silenced by your lips.

His moans increase once you start to raise yourself up, only to grind back down with purpose. You’re sure your own moans and whimpers are deafening, too. Stephen simply doesn’t know what to do, where to look. His lips attack your neck, moaning into it as he starts to drive himself further and further into your pussy, his hips bucking to meet your movements.

“Stephen,” you squeak as he grazes something special, followed by a shout of, “Fuck!” though that’s more to the stimulation to the precious spot on your neck he seems to be so wantonly attacking, bruising you.

“Tell me—” he orders, pausing to pant between kisses and his frantic movements beneath you, seeking the best position, “what you like.”

“This— fuck just keep doing that!”

His hands on your waist keep guiding your movements, the rotations of your hips, the rise and fall of your body unencumbered, unbound, free to drive him to insanity with your sensuality in this moment.

“Think you can handle that much?” he taunts.

“Just fuck me, Stephen, no restraints, just you.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

“I don’t care. I need you.” you grit out, whining at the slight still.

You thank whatever deity there is that it’s only very brief before his pace begins to pick up again, your body so malleable despite your being on top. And frankly, you can’t stop the screams that erupt from somewhere deep in your throat, followed by a steady stream of whimpers, your hands curling into his pecs to keep you upright.

“If you keep making those sounds, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

“I don’t care what you want, I’m in charge.”

“Myeh I’m in charge, I’m Doctor Strange, ooooo look at me.” you mimic, challenging him, and his movements stall.

“You’d better watch your fucking mouth.” he spits.

The cock of your head is simply devilish, defiant in every way possible, power surging within your veins as you say, “Or what?”

Regret is instantaneous. You’re not sure why you thought that, if you were on top you’d have the power, because you certainly don't. His hands grasp your hips bruisingly hard, lifting you up before literally impaling you on his dick. His pace soon after is punishing, controlling your every movement so you can barely breathe or see straight, just a rag doll for him to throw about. He reaches new depths you’ve never even found yourself before, all while keeping his tip grazing your g-spot on every stroke, his pelvis meeting your clit on every hit. Your jaw hangs open, and you can’t even help it, merely gripping onto Stephen you’re not sure where for dear life. That’s the ‘or what’.

He’s quite literally ravishing you in a way no one has before. You’re fucking mewling before you can help it. His sudden surge of dominant energy causes you to moan headily, putty within his control. With each upward thrust of his, your hips roll in ways you never knew they could before, offering you new depths of pleasure, rolling more arousal from your core.

‘Rough’ was never a word you’d have used to describe the astute, precautious Dr Stephen Strange before, but with the sheer strings of profanity leaving his perfect, plump lips as he takes you wholly, it’s certainly up there with adjectives to describe the supreme sorcerer.

“Fucking hell you’re so good,” he praises, “shit— squeezing me so well.”

“Stephen…” you plead. You can’t care that you’re begging, not with the wash of pleasure trickling down your spine, a building climax within the pit of your stomach, ready to split at any second.

You lean forwards daringly, connecting your lips in a clash of teeth and tongues, a tango of passion, desire, sheer unadulterated need

“Want your hands on me,” you moan, whine, beg. Your words come out in broken fragments in between slathering kisses, your body bouncing.

“No you don’t. I promise you don’t.” he refutes, cut off by a deep groan.

He doesn’t stop pounding into you, your one hand moving to cling around the back of his neck, your other with your nails digging into his flesh, grazing over his nipples; anything to keep you half steady.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. I like your hands.”

“I don’t— fucking hell.”

“And I don’t care. Please touch me, just run your fingers over me, palm at my tits, anything, I don’t care. I just need your hands on me.” Tears begin to well in your eyes before you can help it, a feeble squeak when his thick tip drives into that spongy spot deep within that has your toes curling, his vein squeezed by the slight ridges within you. “Please.”

He sighs, cut off by a growl, holding his hands out before him, removing them from their hold on your waist. “These things?”

“Yes!” you shout in response, both to the stimulation on your clit from his pelvis and his rhetorical question. “Those ‘things’ that wield so much power. Such ability for pleasure. Doctor.”

That seems to be what does it, a gasping groan leaving him, taking incentive. His scarred finger begins to brush up your stomach, the dip of your hips, pinching your tattoos. His palms splay over your boobs kneading the flesh, eyes as wide as saucers, mesmerised by the way they bounce in his hand, your peaked buds caught under the rough pads of his thumbs. He runs his hands across your whole body, your back, shoulders, arms, savouring every inch of flesh he can reach as your back arches with waves of pleasure above him, thrusting your chest further out as your head lulls backwards and your mouth falls open in a silent ‘o’. When he seems satisfied enough, they travel to your ass, squeezing your cheeks, his hold bruising.

He’s enthralled by every movement you make, his blue eyes staring at you, fixed so intently, the intensity sparking something to life in your belly. You draw your lip between your teeth before leaning down to kiss him, his mouth devouring yours hotly, his lips almost burning on yours, chapped skin massaging yours. While he has you there, his grip on your ass increases, and he begins to go harsher.

“Baby,” you hiss before you can help it.

Skin slaps against skin, you’re just there for him, feeling every jolt of his body so thoroughly beneath you. He swallows your moans, and you swallow his, before detaching and moving your lips to his jaw instead, kissing along the sharp bone gently. He’s fucking you so hard, so meaningfully, you’re going to be aching for days.

“Look at me,” he demands, “look.”

You do, but you’re in such a haze that you only manage to actually see into the crystal orbs once he grasps your skin between his scarred fingers, one of which you press your lips to, swirling the tip of your tongue around the digit.

“No, no darling, I need my hand for this.”

Doe-eyed, you let his finger go with a pop, but follow his hand where it goes, trailing down to your lower stomach. His fingers tentatively press over a blossoming bulge there, one that grows every time you sink down onto him, and then his palm presses down, causing you to scream a little, a pleasurable sort of pain.

“You feel that?” you nod. “That’s where I am, so deep inside you.”

The stream of expletives you moan is utterly unholy, in need of censorship. Never before have you imagined this, anyone being so deep inside they’re bulging against your belly…

“Nobody does it like you do.” you whine, bouncing up and down on him at an inhuman speed, nearing climax more and more, still holding back despite it all, despite the pressure building right where his tip grazes.

“I taste you on my tongue. Still,” he confesses, licking into your mouth filthily so you can taste it too.

“Stephen, I’m gonna—” you can’t finish your sentence, as you’re finishing in other ways, the pressure on your g-spot and the brush on your clit and the intense penetration too much for you to handle amongst his piercing blue stare.

You can’t hold the inevitable tide back anymore, clamping and clenching around him, causing him to emit a guttural, feral moan, clamping his teeth down on your shoulder, his cry resonating through your entire being. It’s a pleasurable ache, but a mark you’ll struggle to hide. This spurs you on further, your entire body pulsing, limbless. You’re whimpering amidst your screams of pleasure, cries so pornographic they startle you. That’s when the world slows, and you feel his thumb pressing harshly into your clit, his other hand pinching your nipple, tweaking it fervently.

The hot white wash of euphoria sends you to heaven and shooting through the stars in a split second elongated by the prolonged, unceasing pressure in your bundle of nerves, keeping you in uncontrollable bliss for you’re not sure how long. Your entire body is electrified, stars dancing on your skin like droplets of Elysian sun, shocking your nerves into a tingling sensation, heavy limbs filled with ecstasy filled blood. The world around you faded long ago, replaced by his beautiful hands and his kiss intoxicating you, explosions of delightful rapture filling your earthly being. In all fairness, you wouldn’t be surprised if, when you opened your eyes, you were in your astral form, on absolute cloud nine, or in another realm entirely. Maybe you’re simply in paradise, your sorcery skills having transported you there of their own volition.

Somewhere in your elation, Stephen comes too, filling you up entirely, warm stickiness painting your inner walls and beginning to trickle out, down your thighs and onto his, melding the two of you together further. Was his orgasm as incredible as yours? Like a hundred put together? Stars plucked from the sky and morphed into a single climax just for the pair of you? Because if he shared it, there’s no way you’re not doing this again, that much you can bank on.

It takes a while for you to come around enough to flutter your eyes open, only to find your chest almost pressed fully against Stephen’s, his arms around you entirely, your harsh breathing in sync. A veil of sweat gleans on your skin, gathering between your breasts, moving up and down hastily with your ragged breaths. He’s covered in a similar sheen, his abs and forehead, the ripples of his biceps as you hold him, feebly pushing yourself half upright.

The last thing you expect while basking in the afterglow, desperate to just catch your breath is for him to lick a blood stripe from the tattoo at the side of your ribs, around the underside off your one boob, and to then suckle tiredly on the rune nestled between your tits, but apparently...

“What’s that for?”

“Love your tattoos. So sexy.”

That’s something you’re never gonna let him forget, and there’s no doubt in your mind that he’s also going to beg for you to get more. You find yourself giggling, the sweet bubbling of it in your throat. It comes out as an airy sound, endearing Stephen.

“What?”

“Oh my God, you’re so much better than the last person I was with.” you sigh, flopping down next to him.

“And you, bloody hell.”

“We should do this again.”

“We definitely should.”

His hand flies out to rest on your stomach, linking your fingers with his, watching you conspicuously from the corner of his eye.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks, concern betrayed in his tone and the crinkle of his nose.

“Yeah, just might be a bit sore.”

He shrugs his shoulders softly, and you chuckle, “You told me to give it all I’ve got. I think I’m rather spent now, though.”

“So spent. God, is this what overstimulation feels like? How can something be so nice and so achy all at once?”

“That’s how my cock feels, Y/N. You milked me for all I’m worth.”

“Don’t be so crude!”

“I’ll be what I like, baby, and right now I’m going to be bossy. Go to the restroom, I’ll be waiting when you come out.” A mischievous grin creeps its way onto his face, watching you struggle as he sneers, “try to walk in a straight line, sweetheart.”

You offer him your middle finger as you stagger to your feet, clutching onto every piece of furniture along the way. It’s strange to be so naked around him, nothing to shield you from his stare that follows you, right from the bed until you disappear into the bathroom. While there, you glance at your dishevelled state in the mirror. Small hickeys litter your skin, hand prints lying lightly, but the most noticeable things are the signs of affection around your tattoos. Bite marks, finger prints, blossoming bruises. He’s an absolute scamp. You take the opportunity to run a brush through your hair and tap some balm onto your lips.

Your steps are a little more shy on the scratchy, grey carpet as you step out again, taking strides as wide as you can before all but throwing yourself onto your side of the bed.

“Here,” he says, smiling at you in that sweet, closed-mouth way he does, the apples of his cheeks glowing.

In his outstretched hand is his pyjama shirt, creased from your clutching to it. You take it, the soft material limp in your hands, but it simply radiates ‘Stephen.’ You tug it on over your head, unfazed when it hits your mid thigh.

“Looks good on you. Come here.”

You don’t mind his commands for once, and happily shuffle in beside him, instantly curling into his side. Heat radiates from his body, and only when you sling your one leg over his thigh do you realise he’s put his pyjamas back on, the bottoms at least. His arm winds around your shoulder, and perhaps in a feat of confidence, he starts to brush his forefinger up and down the skin of your arm, rising goose bumps in its wake. You could just stay this way forever.

A strange thought brews in the back of your mind, and you almost can’t help but to blurt it out, “Did you want me to call you 'Daddy?' Is that why you asked about the song earlier?”

A subdued nature overtakes him, his voice becoming shy as he murmurs, “Maybe. I like ‘Doctor’ too.”

You roll closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso.

“Maybe next time,” you tease courageously, kissing his neck softly. “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”

“Tomorrow, baby, I’m tired enough to sleep at last.”

It really is an ‘at last’ type situation, and definitely more than three hours since you arrived at this place with the intention of crashing straight away. Well, it was your intention. His? You’re not entirely sure, an inkling nagging at the back of your mind. Not that you particularly care after the mind blowing shag, but...

“We could’ve portalled back, couldn’t we?” Nervously, he nods. “So this was a ploy to get me to shag you?” He nods again, blue eyes glittering, and you simply scoff at him, holding him closer under the duvet. “Cheeky little shit, Doctor.”

His low laugh rumbles through your whole being, sending more heat flooding through you. “But then again, maybe it’s best if we don’t go home. What’ll they say about us?”

“They’ll congratulate me for finally growing the balls to fuck you.” he deadpans, and you kiss his jawline once more, snorting a little laugh.

You reach out to switch the light off and instantly embed yourself in his comfort again, revelling in your synced breathing and the gentle rise of his chest against your cheek, the stolen whispers and the gentle way he kisses your hairline, so sweet in contrast to his earlier dominance.

Sleep is, rightfully, dragging you both under, your eyelids heavy at last. All you feel is him, the steady thrum of his heart, the tender run of his scarred fingers up and down your arm and spine, sparks shooting through you. Your sleepy state, however, also lowers your already dangerously thin inhibitions, and that’s why you can’t stop yourself saying—before you succumb—your most peculiar thought from the whole night, his half lidded startling baby blues trained on the barely perceptible movement of your lips.

“Hey, recon we could have sex in our astral forms?”

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keeping me warm | bucky barnes x reader

@strawbeariefaerie

smile for the video camera | harvard hottie x fem!reader

museum melodrama | harvard hottie x fem!reader

@sunstalgia

introspection | steve rogers x fem!reader

safety net | steve rogers x fem!reader

@thefanbasewhore

i never hated you | bucky barnes x fem!reader

@winter-james

strings | bucky barnes x fem!reader

there’s so many more but there were the ones i could think of off the top of my head <3

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Kiss And Tell

Loki X Fem!Reader one shot

Summary: When you find out that Loki has told the rest of the team about your one night stand with him, you are not happy. In order to placate you, Loki makes an offer.

Warnings: NSFW, oral sex (male receiving), one night stand (implied), pre-relationship, idiots to lovers

Tags (open): @what-just-happened-bro @is-it-madness @myraiswack @green-valkyrie @teenagereadersciencenerd @ohdearhiddles @whatafuckingdumbass @poetic-fiasco @mrs-wolfhard @your-favourite-skittles @lehuka123 @kellatron55 @shiningloki @latent-thoughts @loki-yoursaviourishere @kiara-36 @toozmanykids @allegra-writes @lucywrites02 @hufflautia @me-ep @buckyandlokirunmylife @shinisenko @tenshi-angel-of-healing

A/N: Don't be dicks in the comments, please. No, I will not write a part two. And if you urge me to update my other WIPs I will deliberately not update, so don't do that. I'm trying my best here. :)

"You told them?"you asked incredulously. "Loki!"

"Hmm?" He sounded way too smug for your liking, eyes roving your form. "I must say, that is a very good look. I could have you right here, if you would let me."

Heat painted a merry path up your neck, and his eyes followed it. "That is not the point. Why did you tell them?"

He sighed a martyred sigh, and you made a sound somewhere between a snarl and a whine. "Was I not supposed to, darling?"

"You don't kiss and tell,"you said in a low voice, glaring at him as best as you could from where you stood at over a foot shorter than him. Apparently it didn't work. It only served to amuse him further, and he leaned against the doorframe, radiating chaotic delight.

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From Beginner to Intermediate: an intense plan for advancing in language

Introduction

I've studied Spanish at school for 3 years and now I'm at a low B1 level. I can actually understand pretty well while listening or reading but I can't communicate fluently.

This plan will include vocabulary build up, some grammar revision, a lot of listening, reading and writing. And could be used for the most languages, not only Spanish.

Plan

Every day:

Conjugate one verb in present, past and future tenses

Make a list about 10 - 30 words long

Create flashcards with them and start learning them (I use Quizlet for flashcards)

Revise yesterday's set of flashcards

2-3 times a week:

Read an article or a few pages from a book

Write a few sentences about anything in your target language

Listen to one episode of podcast (at least one)

Once a week or every two weeks:

Watch a movie in your target language, preferably animated movie as the language used there is easier. You can watch with subtitles

Grammar exercises

Translate some short text

Once a month:

Write something longer, like an essay or report, on chosen topic

Additionally:

Talk to yourself, to your friends, to your pets

Text with someone

Look at the transcription while listening to the podcast for second time

Repeat what you hear (in podcast or movie)

Check words you don't know from the listening and reading

Read out loud

Listen to music in your target language - you can even learn the text and sing along

Watch YouTube in your target language

Change your phone language to the one you're learning

Think in you target language!!!

***This is very intense plan for self-learners, you don't have to do all of these things in the given time. Adjust it to your own pace. I'll try to stick to this, if I have enough time.***

what’s your day schedule

here's a link

Google Docs

how to fix your life in one easy schedule

* this should be according to your own body and rhythm. some days i start earlier, some days later. this is not rigid and the times are just

starks-hero’s Masterlist

Here you can find all of my work! Any and all warnings can be found on the individual fics. Stay for a while, relax and enjoy! :)

* = smut

♡ = over 1k notes

Last Updated: 24/June/2021

BBC Sherlock:

♡ Danger Night’s - Sherlock never really cared what the drugs did to him, until he saw what they were doing to you.

Different - You find out that Sherlock Holmes is rather endearing whilst drunk.

Sentiment - Sherlock says something he regrets. But can you forgive him for it?

I’m Here - After suffering from a panic attack, you’re shocked to see just how far Sherlock is willing to go to assure you’re alright.

Those Three Simple Words - Three times you told Sherlock Holmes you loved him, and that one time he told you he loved you too.

Meet the Parents - During a visit to Baker Street, you finally get to meet Sherlock’s parents. Embarrassment ensues.

In Black and White - Everything is black and white until you share your first touch with your Soulmate. When you brush hands with Sherlock Holmes, you can suddenly see in colour. But it would appear that you do not have the same effect on him. (Soulmate!Au)

The Ghost of You - Reichenbach Au in which Sherlock never survived the fall. But despite being dead, he just can’t seem to leave Baker Street. Or rather, he just can’t seem to leave you.

Just a Reminder - It’s been three years since the fall. But after yet another nightmare, you find yourself in need of some reassurance.

Look the Part - After being invited to a classy ball by Mycroft with no choice but to attend, you have your fair share of reasons as to why you’d rather not go. Luckily, Sherlock knows how to solve the problem.

Deep Water - When a case goes wrong and leaves you in a bad way, guilt begins to get to Sherlock, who’s holding himself accountable.

His Remedy - You are one of the few people that can handle Sherlock when he has had a bad day. In fact, you’re the only one.

His Last Vow - You can’t stop Sherlock from falling apart, but you can certainly help pick up the pieces.

It’s Just a Head Cold - Sherlock may be a brilliant detective, but he’s a bloody awful doctor. 

The Right One - Sherlock’s previous experiences with love left a few cracks. But you’re more than happy to help mend them.

I Took Care Of It - Mycroft is horrified to discover that one of his old insults no longer applies to his little brother.

Safe and Sound - When things take a violent turn for the worst at a crime scene, Sherlock discovers two very important things. One, he can’t live without you. And two, he’s willing to do anything to avoid having to.

Bite the Bullet - One well-aimed bullet puts everything into perspective for Sherlock. 

Darling It’s Cold Outside - A snowstorm falls over London and you’re left trapped at 221B with Sherlock. It doesn’t sound all that bad, but keeping Sherlock entertained poses as a challenge.

Marvel:

Rainy Sunday Mornings are for Talking - You get to enjoy a particularly rainy morning cuddled up with your boyfriend. But you also get to talk to Bucky about something you know has been bothering him for quite some time.

Secret Book Club - Bucky’s got a new book and he just can’t seem to put it down.

♡ I’ve Got You - Bucky’s recovery from his time as the winter soldier was a long road. But the final challenge proves to be the toughest.

♡ Right a Wrong - You, Sam and Bucky get to work repairing Sam’s family boat. Turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. But with help from you and Sam, Bucky figures some stuff out.

Right a Wrong (Part Two) - You help Bucky make amends and things start to look up for the both of you.

I Remember All Of Them - Bucky has a nightmare and it leads to a late night conversation.

We’ll Meet Again - After you are drafted into the war, you struggle to break the news to your boyfriend, Steve. (Pre-Serum!Steve)

We’ll Meet Again (Part Two) - Having been sent to war in Europe and captured by Hydra, you’ve given up all hope of ever seeing Steve again. But little do you know that he’s been doing everything in his power to find you.

Little Talks - The world is desperate for a new Captain America. Amidst all the drama and conflict, you decide to speak with the one person who always stirred you on the right path.

* Let Us Show You - You begin to question your self worth and your place within the relationship. But Steve and Bucky are quick to show you just how much they love you.

I Missed You - After one long and tiresome mission, Steve and Bucky want nothing more than to go home and cuddle up with their girl.

♡ Headcanons - for Loki Falling for a Shy/Quiet Reader.

Music and Mischief - (Headcanons) for Music in Loki and the Reader’s relationship.

True Love - “You’re an asshole, but I love you.” (Song Prompt)

What He Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Him - You and Loki had been doing a fairly decent job at keeping your relationship a secret from the other members of the team, specifically your father. But what happens when word finally gets out?

Fire and the Flood - A powerful enemy uses a spell that turns Loki into a brainwashed puppet and a danger to the team. However, you’re willing to do whatever it takes to save him from himself.

Riptide || Masterlist - Loki’s curiosity had always drawn him to the shore, despite his father’s warnings. And when he meets a young woman at the waters edge, he takes a risk that will change everything. (Merman!Loki AU)

♡ What Is and What Should Never Be - Loki is forced to watch both his past and his future and he only realises what he had once it’s gone.

Enjoy the Little Things - Whilst stranded on Lamentis and attempting to reach the ark, the weight of the situation begins to set in on you. Loki decides to comfort you with a little magic.

Good Omens:

Demon’s are Drama Queens - All couples fight. But not all couples are made up of a human and a demon respectively.

Headcanons - for Crowley pining for and finally confessing his love for Angel!Reader

Actors:

Onward and Upward - You accompany Tom to the premiere of his new movie. But no one told you it was going to be so damn emotional.

Headcanons - for dating Zendaya

Maximilian’s Fic Recs

My personal recs for the Miraculous Ladybug fandom. I’ll be rating each story out of 5 stars for both angst and fluff. Honestly, I’ve read a whole lot of stories that I just absolutely love, but these are the top ones that I remember.

I should make a point of saying this— Not all of these are romance fics. In fact, most of these are probably not going to be romance fics. My favourite fics tend to be ones that don’t focus strongly on romance. 

I’m also going to try to be as vague as possibly in my reviews so I don’t spoil anything too much. If you want anything more specific, you should check the summaries the authors put up on their stories, as well as the maturity ratings.

Incomplete and/or Ongoing Fics

Through A Doll’s Eyes — Incomplete Angst:✦✦✦✦✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✧✧ Review: This story is simply phenomenal. It deals with the idea of inanimate objects having a sort of a soul, specifically objects hand-made with love and care. There were many instances in this story where I was close to tears. I loved it, I loved Marinette, her perseverance, and heart of gold. The way she watched over her families over the years and cared so whole-heartedly. I’m upset that there wasn’t more. Unfortunately, it hasn’t updated in a long while, and I don’t think it will in the future.

Red For Fortune — Incomplete/Ongoing(?) Angst:✦✦✦✧✧ Fluff:✦✧✧✧✧ Review: REALLY loved this!!! Honestly, I love any fics that touch on Marinette’s biracial heritage, but this one seriously takes the cake. And I like that this is one of the stories where they don’t make the nice white friend somehow knowledgable of racial issues. They don’t understand what’s racist and what’s not, they don’t understand why Marinette’s so upset, and they need to figure out why they’re wrong on their own. They’re ignorant, aren’t excused for their ignorance, and aren’t portrayed as being a horrible human being at the same time. They fucked up and need to learn a lesson, simple as that.

Voyance — Incomplete/Ongoing Angst:✦✦✦✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✧✧✧ Review: I honestly wasn’t expecting to get so enamored with this story when I first clicked on it, but it quickly dug its way into my heart and planted itself there. It’s an ongoing story that is truly satisfying, to say the least. Characters are told point-blank what they’re like and how they need to improve, and no matter how indignant the character is, they always leave respecting the tarot reader’s abilities. (Except maybe Alya, but that’s for a reason.)

#BonAnniversairePrincess — Incomplete Angst:✦✦✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✧ Review: Truly one of the sweetest fics I’ve read. Marinette being treated like the princess she deserves to be is one of my favourite things to see in fanfic. (If it wasn’t obvious already, I REALLY love her.) 

Missing — Incomplete/Ongoing Angst:✦✦✦✦✦ Fluff:✧✧✧✧✧ Review: No fluff to see here! A good, angsty Marinette-centric fanfic without really focusing on Marinette’s point of view too much, which is something I love quite a bit. The Lila salt is strong in this one, too, which basically makes me love it more and more. I’m anticipating each and every update.

#No R-Agrestes — Incomplete/Ongoing Angst:✦✧✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✦ Review: Honestly Marinette is an absolute walking, talking natural disaster in this and I need you all just to read it please it’s just. So funny and good. 

Complete and/or One-shot Fics

Oleanders and Belladonas — Complete Angst:✦✦✦✦✧ Fluff:✦✦✧✧✧ Review: This is a fic with an akuma that’s treated like a legitimate murder mystery, and I’m in love with it. I’m a HUGE fan of murder mysteries, but I’m also not a fan of children dying or there being too much gore. This is not a terribly gory story and still manages to give you a sense of suspense and thrill, satisfying all my wants. I was positively giddy through a lot of this, and not because it was funny. It was just that good. 

What The Cat Dragged In — Complete Angst:✦✧✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✧ Review: I’m usually not crazy about crossover fics, but this was done rather beautifully. Many characters truly shine in this, both in personality and intelligence, and I sincerely loved every word. Every part of this story is engaging and fun. 

Girl’s Night Out — Complete Angst:✧✧✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✧ Review: This is honestly just one of the most hilarious fics ever. Marinette is a badass, Adrien doesn’t know what the fuck is going on, and everything is practically burning down around them. I couldn’t ask for anything better even if I tried. 

The Second’s Lament; Walking to Paris — Complete/One-shot Angst:✦✧✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✦ Review: This story honestly is just straight up adorable. It’s sweet, long, and calming. It’s just absolutely beautiful, and I wish there was more. I have a soft spot for unusual scenarios like this. I also have a MAJOR soft spot for friendship bordering romantic Marichat. This story encapsulates EXACTLY everything I want in Marichat and I’m just ecstatic about it.

Elephant — Complete Angst:✧✧✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✧ Review: Another absolutely hilarious shenanigans fic that I will NEVER forget. I’m particularly happy over the fact that there’s two endings you can pick from, which is weird because I’m not one to like multiple endings. I suggest reading this when you need a laugh or a pick-me-up, because this will certainly do the trick.

Welcome to WC — Complete/One-shot Angst:✦✧✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✧ Review: Honestly this is so funny and cute at the same time. The fact that these two idiots just ignored everything around them was so funny I can’t even describe it. I found myself struggling to keep quiet. 

Botched Blind Dates — Complete Angst:✧✧✧✧✧ Fluff:✦✦✦✦✦ Review: This is just wholesome all the way through, and also pretty hilarious. I love the whole blind dates trope, especially in AUs, but this concept, which expands on Nino’s interest in film (which I’m VERY happy about), is even better and much more engaging. I also love that Chloe is considered a friend and good person without sacrificing her key characteristics. 

Series

I won’t be putting an Angst/Fluff rating on these since the different stories within the series can have varying levels of angst and fluff.

Unconventional Scenarios — Incomplete/Ongoing Review: I had fun reading all of these stories. At some points it was depressing, in others it was super funny, and sometimes it was just super sweet. 

Allez Savoir Pourquoi — Complete Review: Honestly one of the most well-written soulmate AU’s I’ve read in a while. Marinette and Adrien are adorable in this, and Adrien’s STILL a Big Dummy which I am happy about, because that’s my favourite characteristic of his.

Miraculous: Tales of Littlebug and Chaton Noir — Incomplete/Ongoing(?) Review: I have nothing to say other than you should do yourself a favor and READ THIS. I think about it all the time. Every day. Nothing can possibly top how cute this series is. I daydream about it and giggle randomly sometimes when I remember it. It’s just,,, SO ridiculously cute.

BAMF Mari — Incomplete/Ongoing(?) Review: I honestly love any story where Adrien realises that Marinette’s a badass, and this series takes that idea and ramps it up to a million. It’s funny, awkward, and adorable. I love that it almost entirely switches up the dynamics- Marinette’s calmed down and Adrien’s a total ball of anxiety and teenaged hormones. It’s brilliant. I guarantee you’ll be smiling throughout the whole series.

It Was Only Meant To Be A One-Shot — Incomplete/Ongoing Review: I very recently read this and I loved absolutely every minute of it, and I can’t wait to see the next installation to the series. Every character gets their moment to shine (with the exception of Gabriel), and this includes Emilie Agreste, who isn’t treated as a flawless human being. There’s No Camembert in Tibet, the sequel to the first fic, Plagg and the Butterfly Costume, was completed about two days ago, and I’m very satisfied. And super excited!!!

Some of my angst/fluff ratings may not be totally accurate because I haven’t had the time to reread every fic, but I believe it’s still accurate enough.

This list will definitely be updated in the future.