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Unfinished Cherik Fic

Hello, dear readers. I am tired, have been working on this fic for ages, and want validation and beta-readers—so I’m forcing y’all to beta read part of my (very unfinished, 3000 words of foreplay, Cherik fic.

"I'm gay, Erik! I like men! I like cock! Quite frankly, I like you just a bit more than 'friendly' would warrant!That's what everyone in this fucking house has been making fun of me over for the past week or so—probably longer. That's why you weren't let in on my secret, and that's why I didn't want you to know."Charles was well and truly angry, but simultaneously, he was petrified. He felt nauseous—and not in the good way—and heartbroken all at once. Erik was going to leave and never come back.

Erik ponders this for a moment, before sitting down across from Charles. He takes a deep breath before speaking. Oh, god, he was gearing up to reject Charles wasn't he? Yes, you could tell by the slight crease in his brow—the least he could do is make it quick, right? Just rip off the band-aid.

"I don't want to belittle the courage and bravery that it took you to come out. I have no intentions of taking away the significance of this moment, which is why I'm going to choose my next words very carefully." Erik takes another breath. Oh god here it comes! Charles braced himself.

"I think that might be one of the hottest things I've ever heard." Well, that's a strange way of rejecting somebody—what game is Erik playing at?

"What?" Charles said, brilliantly.

"I mean, it would be—the hottest thing, I mean—if you weren't so torn up about this. You've obviously been holding on to this for a while, and I just hate to see you in pain."

"Erik, wh-" he sounds so genuine it hurts. Charles has rarely seen this side of Erik, and when he has previously, words always failed him. He is in love with Erik—the trenches—no, the Mariana Trench, of love; the mere thought that his object of affection could, and would, reciprocate...it's a wave of joy, confusion, anger, and (most of all) hope.

"I like you, Charles. I like you quite a lot. I find you very alluring. Ich bin bis über beide Ohren verliebt. In your words, I 'like cock,' specifically yours." Charles was stunned speechless; he was over the fucking moon, and his face couldn't help but show it. Erik had the privilege of bearing witness to the most beautiful fucking smile ever seen. All of the positive emotions Charles thought gone, suddenly came rushing back. His blood was making whirlpools in his ears, his heart was beating like a kick-drum, butterflies were racing around in his stomach,

"...and," Erik continued—he probably said more, but Charles couldn't hear it over the sound of his blood. "I really hope you wouldn't be opposed if wanted to kiss you. Right now." His mind adds on a 'please,' which Charles melts at (just a bit).

"I..." Charles can't even comprehend what is happening. His heart is doing somersaults in his chest, his thoughts are rushing by at one million miles a minute, and—oh, Erik asked to kiss him.

"You're right, I'm sorry that was insensit-“

Charles smashed his face against Erik's, and placed himself atop the older mutant's lap. Erik was fucking surprised, to say the least. He froze for a short breath, his arms turned to stone around Charles' body, before his brain kicked into gear. Erik clawed at the telepath's face, in like of grabbing a particularly beautiful sculpture. Charles' grip proved much rougher, (at least compared to Erik's appreciative caress), as his fingers scraped through Erik's hair. Erik never had the pleasure of witnessing Charles lost in pleasure—hunger—and, he's now decided that it's his favorite thing.

One of his hands moved on to Charles' neck, holding him softly. He held Charles with such wonder; disbelief, maybe. Erik just couldn't believe that Charles was kissing him—Charles. Charles was kissing him. Beautiful, kind, compassionate, handsome, genius, Charles. He laughed against the smaller man's mouth, and Charles was hit with a sudden wave of elation, joy, and (more importantly) love. Erik loves him, him. Charles Xavier—rumpled professor, stubborn pain in the ass, mother-hen, homebody—Charles Xavier. Charles laughed back, and smiled against Erik's mouth. Charles felt his own arousal stirring, so he (painfully) breaks the connection between their lips.

"Erik," Charles panted. "Before I devour you—or before you devour me, I'm really not adverse to either—I just...you're amazing. I've been hearing your thoughts and living your feelings, but you know none of mine." Erik's expression was...perfection. There was a clear type of astonishment seeping through his eyes, elation shining through his smile, and blush coating the tips of his ears. It clearly took him a second or ten to process what Charles said.

"Charles you don't have to-" Charles silenced him with a finger to the lips. Erik found this incredibly arousing, so he allowed it.

"I... I've never been in love. Not before you. I lived my entire life surrounded by people whose love was purely two dimensional. It wasn't real, but that was all I knew. Then came you and... I've learned that love is one of the purest emotions possible. You've slowly made yourself a spot in my head, and to be quite honest, I can't say I mind all that much." Charles finally noticed the red surfacing beneath Erik's cheeks. Wow. I've never seen him blush before, but I definitely want to see it more. Erik's brain stopped working after 'I've never been in love before.' He was star-struck, and all of Charles' words were hitting him with a slight delay.

"I don't think I can explain the measure of comfort I find in the beating of your heart," Erik spoke mindlessly, his voice doused in gravel and honey. Charles flushed at the idea of Erik being able to feel something as intimate as his heartbeat, and his...y'know—it seemed only fair, since Charles had access to Erik's thoughts. Erik carefully tugged at an earlobe with his teeth, earning a surprised yelp in return. Licking an aimless trail, Erik ended his journey with his mouth resting on cartilage, and a devious smile on his face. Charles' skin flushed a pretty rouge, panting from the sampling of his ear.

"Or the hardening of your cock," Erik continued, air crackling through the fry in his voice. He made sure Charles was secured (via ass grope) before standing up, who then let out a positively filthy moan and tensed in surprise—his legs now wrapped around Erik's midsection. He found himself practically sat on Erik's prick, earning himself a moan from the metal-bender. "Jesus Christ, Charles, do you want me to drop you?" Erik asked incredulously, still stumbling over to his bed. "I mean, eventually, yes, but right now," Charles trailed off, as Erik toppled down onto the bed—telepath first—careful not to crush his partner. "Right now," he picked up, "I'm quite satisfied with the current positioning."

"Well, I'm quite dissatisfied with current the lack of nudity," Erik quipped, tugging at any and every metal fastening in Charles' clothing.

"Impatient, are we?" Charles smirked, feeling the loosening of his jeans.

"Xavier," he said with heat, "I'm not sure if you're aware, but I seldom have attractive men in my bed, and there is no way I'm not taking advantage of the one I've managed." Charles assisted Erik in the removal of both his cardigan and trousers, but stopped Erik in the removal of his pants before they went further. "Ah-ah-ah, not until we're on equal standing. I want to see you too," and fuck if that wasn't the hottest thing Erik had ever heard. "Shit, okay" he panted, quickly disrobing himself down to his pants. He gave Charles a second to appreciate the goods, then began to explore the pale chest laid out in front of him. It's toned plains were sparsely dotted with auburn freckles, porcelain skin overrun with soft hues of pinks and reds.

"Gött, you're beautiful...like you walked out of my dreams," Erik softly hissed, his hands grasping Charles' pectorals, and positioning his thumbs right above a set of pert nipples. Charles thrashed lightly against Erik, and a pleased whimper had managed to escape the confines of his throat. It was then that Erik noticed his own length positioned directly on top of Charles'; Erik then decided to shift his hips up and down lightly, making Charles cry out in ecstasy, his eyes screwing themselves shut. He also bit down on his lip beautifully, leaving a shock of pure white against the near magenta color of his lips. Suddenly, it became absolutely imperative that Erik kiss Charles right this second—and why shouldn't he, anyway? Erik did exactly that—and with impressive finesse for a man who could, as of now, barely remember his own name—pushing more of his weight against Charles, and incidentally, moving the flesh of Charles' nipples. Charles then responded with what could only be described as a mewl, and Erik took the opportunity to utilize his tongue and explore Charles' mouth.

Erik would usually have more self-control, especially since he felt that Charles deserved to be ravished properly. But, Charles made Erik feel things that he never felt before. Erik was selfish with Charles, gluttonous was a better word—perhaps indulgent. Charles was meant to be savored, yes, but Erik had lost his self-restraint the second he felt Charles' lips on his. As he pulled away, Erik tugged on Charles' bottom lip with his teeth. He'd always wanted to try that, and yes, he would love to do it again. Then, Erik had noticed something.

"Charles."

"What?"

Charles.

By the way he'd jumped in surprise, Erik knew he received his message. "Erik, are you sure-" he began, and was cut off by a (surprisingly sweet) kiss. "Libeling, I know. The reason I wanted you out of my head was because I thought you wouldn't like what you found in there. My head is not a happy place to be, but around you...around you it's not too bad. Also, there's this embarrassing school-girl crush I have on a ridiculously handsome telepath, but you wouldn't happen to know anyone like that, would you?" Charles giggled—giggled—and quite adorably, too.

And at that, Charles let his powers off their leash. Contrary to what one might expect, telepathy is not being a 'mind-reader' in the literal sense. It's similar to reading someone's energy, as many thoughts aren't actually articulate—hell, half of them aren't even cognizant. Often times, they're muddy, and different people think in different ways. Charles thinks in feelings (or vibes) and he reads in feelings as a result. This makes it a bit complicated when reading someone who thinks in other methods; for a while, it was like trying to move a muscle that wasn't there. Now, it's simply like translating a second language, i.e he can do it if he wants, but it also expends energy—if he doesn't have that energy, then he can't translate the language, but that doesn't mean he can't hear the language. It's still very intimate to read someone's mind, obviously, and Charles is feeling a bit prudish for blushing like a nun in a sex shop. Although, Erik doesn't seem to mind much.

"What, does he go to another school?"

"Yes; I draw his name in the margins of my notebook," Erik said, as he began traveling down Charles' body. Charles let out a near maniacal laugh, and was far too amused by the joke to notice Erik's movement, until he felt the tongue on his nipple. All laughter was soon forgotten and instead cut off by a wanton moan. Charles nestled his fingers in Erik's hair, gently enough so he could still move freely. Erik continued to lick his way down Charles' lithe body, giving special attention to the few freckles he came across. Suddenly, Erik was being dragged upwards, then flipped onto his back. Charles sat atop him in triumph, seeming to have expected a fight. He began to inch downward, toying with the waistband of Erik's pants. "I'm sorry to cut you off, but I've been wanting this for longer than you can imagine," he drawled, sliding his boxers off torturously slow. "I've been imagining this since you pulled me out of the water," Erik replied through a moan, as his cock was exposed to the cold air.

"I've been imagining this since I read your mind," Charles stated before promptly sucking the ever living shit out of Erik's dick. His head was enveloped in the warmth of Charles' mouth, and Schieße was it good.

Before I pulled you out of the water, Charles added, as if that would change anything. His tongue worked skillfully, and Erik could have sworn that Charles was put on this earth just to drive him mental. Without any prelude, Charles took all of Erik with startling ease—his nose buried in Erik’s auburn nest of wiry hairs. “Schieße…ist gut”, Erik sagte als seine Stimme unglaublich niedrig fiel—and his thoughts fizzled out entirely as Charles moaned around his cock. Erik speaking German? Hot. Charles understanding German? The best decision of his high-school career.

TBC

Another woman utterly failed by our society’s devaluation of women’s reproductive health. We can’t wait around for male doctors to decide what we need to know. This is why we need to take control and educate ourselves about our own bodies.

strings of fate masterlist

soulmate au – status: finished

pairing: loki x reader

summary: your whole life you’ve been looking for him, your soulmate. but years go by and you loose hope. will you ever find him?

chapters:

- one: strangers

- two: soulmates

WHY DOES NO ONE TALK ABT LOKI IN MS. MARVEL COMICS??

EXCUSE ME?? WHERE ARE MCU LOKI STANS AT??

“im about to become your new best friend” IM ABOUT TO COUGH UP A LUNG, YOU’VE KNOWN THIS GUY FOR A LITERAL MINUTE LOKI

oh my god

i’m sorry but my brain is trying to process this loki and connect it to mcu loki i need a brain reboot

“Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about me”

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x reader Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, language Word Count: 1.5k Summary: You haven’t seen Loki since you were children, and when you go back to Asgard, you both realize how much you’ve grown up. Notes: I need ideas, please send in any requests! I do both Marvel and Star Wars

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Witch’s Name- Finding yours with Numerology & the Planets

One method of finding ones’s Witch’s Name is utilizing Numerical Significance to each Letter of the Alphabet. One can yield results to find a path in determining the desired witch’s name. Denote a list 1-9 then write out the Alphabet in order assigning each letter a number 1-9 in a list of 3 lines (see below).

123456789

ABCDEFGHI

JKLMNOPQR

STUVWXYZ

Keep adding the resultant numbers together till they form a single digit, thus:

JOHN 1+ 6+ 8+ 5 = 20

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SMITH 1 + 4+ 9+ 2+ 8 = 24

= 44

=4 + 4

= 8

Now numerologically speaking the digits have the following traditional planetary attribution:

1. The Moon

2. The Sun

3. Mercury

4. Venus

5. Mars

6. Jupiter

7. Saturn

8. Uranus

9. Neptune

In John Smith's case, his name planet will be Uranus. His next step would be to consult a book of classical myth and legend, on the subject matter surrounding Uranus. There will be ample material to select a name from, especially if the book is one of comparative mythology, showing the interrelations of legends among different cultures. One can create a mix of information presented in the Mythology & Magickal references all relating to the said Planet that is the last number of the whole name. Have fun with this & write it in your magickal Tome.

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Ginger Writes Masterlist

The culmination of all my writing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my work. Creativity is meant to be shared, so thank you for letting me share the tiny bit I have with you.

Last updated: 12/26/18

Loki

Loki’s Happy Ending

Summary: a whole bunch of drabbles of various levels giving our lovely Loki the happiness and character development he deserves!!

Heat Wave (Series Masterlist)

Summary: An 11 part series in which after getting a severe concussion at the hands of Captain America, you get roped into helping a certain Asgardian Frost Giant regain trust and a clean name in his homeland - and he isn’t happy about it. But maybe… if Loki could trust himself enough to feel something for once… things might be different.

Angst, swearing, kinda violence, slowburn, if you stick it out till the end I reward you with fluff

Please, Kiss Me

Summary: In what will eventually be six unlinked pieces of writing, I give you five times that Loki kissed you, and one time you kissed him.

First Kiss

New Years Kiss

You’re Not Leaving Me, Are You?

Mistletoe Lover

…

…

You and I Just Make Scents

Summary: A quick one shot where your restless, sleep deprived mind drifts off to your lover.

Pure. Fluff.

Snowflakes

Summary: A one shot in which you get to experience the first snow of the season with your husband, who doesn’t seem to mind the cold as much as you do.

Pure. Fluff.

Broken Beds

Summary: You and your husband kinda sorta accidentally broke your bed one crazy night. You leave it up to Loki to tell Tony the problem and get a new bed, but his version of what happened doesn’t quite match yours.

Pure fluff

*cough* suggestive themes

Battle Scars

Summary: Marrying into royalty is not as glamorous as one would hope: no one wants to see you by Loki’s side. But Loki assures you of his undying love for you, scars and all.

Mentions of self harm

Angst covered in fluff to make it all better

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Summary: Loki is the greatest husband…and an even better father. A little mischief-maker to join in on his fun? Sign him up. Christmas Eve arrives, bringing with it a stressed out you, so of course, Loki helps you calm down. That naturally calls for spiked eggnog, a nice little makeout session, and one (1) slightly cringe-worthy situation.

Pure. FAMILY. FLUFF.

Making out, innuendos heh

Vacation

Summary: Spending a night in jail with the god of mischief? Sure, what could go wrong?

Pure. Fluff.

SugGeSTiVe ThEMeS

Loki Drabbles Masterlist

The link/masterlist for Loki’s happy ending is better and puts these drabbles + more in order, this one does have a couple not on the other one though!

Bucky Barnes

Sorry!

Summary: A power outage during a storm leads to awkward situations that you couldn’t be more grateful for.

Fluff. Swearing. That’s the whole fic

Ours

Summary: When Bucky gets called back into service, he promises you to be back by Christmas. But unfortunately, things don’t always turn out the way you hope for.

Wartime angst

Fluff, angst, fluff. I’m tryna make you cry

Peter Parker

Fuzzy Socks and Warm Hearts

Summary: What happens when you’re dating the biggest dork in all of New York, who also just so happens to be an Avenger? You get taken on dates unlike any you could have ever imagine, that’s for sure.

Pure. Fluff.

please- how does he keep ending up like this 😭

2.5k drabble celebration masterpost

Requests are closed.

This is the masterpost of my 2.5k drabble celebration. My followers got to choose a type of content, a realm and a prompt and I would mix the three to create a short drabble for them. Well, here is the list. There aren’t summaries for these, the prompt with the realm is the summary of each drabble and also the link. Possible warnings are placed behind every link.

Fluffy drabbles

“You are bleeding all over my carpet.” - Midgard

“But you know what? Fuck you, that’s what.” - Midgard

“Show me what’s behind your back.” - Sakaar

Angsty drabbles

“Remind me to kill you, please.” - Unknown

“I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine!.” - Midgard

“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” - Asgard

“You’re going to regret that.” - Midgard - Dark!Loki

Dark drabbles

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” - Asgard - torture, evil Loki and death

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.”  - Space

“I can take care of myself just fine.” - Sakaar

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” - Jotunheim

“Is this all I’m really good for?” - Jotunheim - Dark!Loki, mentions of non-con, really mean Loki!

“What doesn’t kill me might make me kill you.” - Jotunheim

Whump Drabbles

“You are worth less than dirt to me.” - Muspelheim - Torture, Victim!Loki

Smutty drabbles

“You’re in trouble now” - Unknown

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.” - Asgard

“Do you trust me?” - Asgard - dom!Loki

“I don’t want to hear your excuses anymore.” - Sakaar

“You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.” - Sakaar

“I’m not jealous. It’s just… you’re mine!” - Asgard

“Do you trust me?” - Midgard

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” - Whatever I wanted - sub!Loki

“Did you just hiss at me?” - Jotunheim - Dom!Loki, Dark!Loki

“Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.” - Unknown

“Don’t touch what is not yours.” - Midgard

“you’re really going to make me beg for it aren’t you?” - Midgard

“Get on your knees.” - Jotunheim - rough and blood-play

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?” - Sakaar

“You dare come here and demand such a thing?” - Midgard

“Well, if you could just be HONEST with me then we wouldn’t be there.” - Sakaar

“You’re in trouble now” - Jotunheim

Dub-con/non-con drabbles

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.” - Muspelheim - Dub-con

“Show me what’s behind your back.” - Asgard - Dub-con/non-con

“Obviously you have mistaken me for someone who gives a shit” - Asgard - Non-con

“You work for me. You are my slave.” - Midgard - Dub-con and Non-con

Mix of multiple types drabbles

“Don’t touch what is not yours,” - Space - Fluff, dark, angst and smut

“what doesn’t kill you will likely try again.” - Sakaar - Fighting