Warnings: Sexual content, smut, nsfw. Word count: 2 134
Request: Can you a write a Liam
Dunbar smut where the reader and him are bffs and she asks him what to do when
you have sex and they kinda have feelings after they do it??
A/N: With the combination of the one Anon asking for ‘First time with Liam’.
You looked back and forth between your books and Liam,
who was sitting at his desk, writing down information you needed for your
presentation next week in history class. He was shuffling his feet under the
chair in the same rhythm he tapped the tip of his pen against his textbook.
watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly
long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas
smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of
complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow
also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but
sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts
as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.
Request: Yo can you make an imagine about buying the sex bathbomb and taking a bath with shawn that leads to some slow passionate sex ?
Word Count: 2,217
“Are you done yet, please?” Shawn
whined at me.
I was holding another dress up in
front of me, looking at myself in the mirror.
“Soon babe, I promise” I assured
He stuck his tongue out at me,
obviously very annoyed with me. It just made me laugh, though. He was cute when he
got frustrated. Shawn leaned against the wall in the store, doing his very best to let me know, he surely wasn’t happy with me.
AN: AGAIN. THIS IS NSFW. This is for @illyriantremors , and I promised I’d write this for her like two weeks ago and I kept procrastinating LOL. But this ended up being SUPER FLUFFY and is based on a headcanon that Feyre and Rhysand kind of have a thing for public sex? And they did it in the Summer Court and got caught and now have to be reminded every time they visit NOT TO GO TOO CRAZY. So here’s some fluffy smut wherein Tarquin catches them having sex. Enjoy!!!
Feyre pursed her lips as she gazed at the palace of the Summer Court, something deep within her aching at the thought of being away from home for an extended period of time. She hadn’t left the Night Court for more than a few hours at a time since she’d returned from the war with Hybern, since she’d brought the Spring Court to its knees.
At least she had Rhys with her.
Not that they could do anything, she knew. Not with their relationship with Tarquin being so newly healed, so precarious. They’d been invited to the Summer Court for three days as a gesture of goodwill—three days of meetings and a parade and a festival celebrating the end of the war. She and Rhys could make it three days. She’d been able to go weeks without touching Isaac Hale. Surely, they both had enough self-control to make it three measly days.
Rhys tapped on the wall of her mind, the essence of him dragging a single finger across her barriers, knowing exactly how and where to press to beckon memories of black silk sheets and silver handcuffs into her mind. She dropped the wall immediately.
A giant alien spaceship castle you would assume have more then enough bathrooms. However despite the size there were only four in the whole castle one in each wing. Apparently Altean’s didn’t need to go as often as humans did so they never bothered to fit every area with a bathroom.
Of course Allura had her own personal bathroom in her chambers and Corran used the one in the east side of the castle leaving the five Paladins to share the one closest to their collective rooms.
Shiro at first attempted to create a time chart so that everyone would have time to get ready in the morning and get in a shower before bed.
However he quickly learnt that asking a group of teenagers not to take hours in the bathroom was like expecting a pig to sprout wings and fight the Glara.
Keith spends the least time in the morning, only bothering to brush his teeth before going out to train, it’s the evenings that he takes his time, spending almost an hour in the shower letting the warm water work its magic on his sore aching muscles.
Hunk takes his time whenever he uses the bathroom. Often singing or having imaginary arguments with himself.
Pidge spends hours in there. Often taking their computer in with them and ends up losing themselves so completely in their work that they could leave for five minutes to use the toilet and not be seen until dinner.
However out of everyone Lance is by far the worst. He spends hours in there every morning and evening, he will often run out during training just to look in the mirror. Because of this more then a few times a fellow Paladin has been forced to run across the castle in search of another bathroom.
After yet another close call Pidge had enough.
“He’s just so vain!” They snapped walking into the common area where Keith was sat sharpening his knife.
“I know but there’s not much we can do about it” he shrugged not even bothering to look up as the green paladin flopped down on the couch next to him.
“We could complain to Allura or maybe Shiro?” They offered voice slightly muffled by having their face buried in the cushions.
“Wouldn’t work. They already know and the worst that would happen to him is get a lecture and maybe being out of cleaning duty, it wouldn’t change anything. As long as he’s got all his cleaning products he’s going to continue to hogging the bathroom.” Keith patted Pidge on the head when they let out a frustrated groan.
Suddenly they sat bolt upright making Keith pull his hand away in surprise.
“But what if he didn’t?”
“Didn’t what?” Keith questioned a little unnerved by the Cheshire Cat like grin that spread across the smaller Paladins face.
“What if Lance didn’t have his products? What if someone were to hide them to teach him not to just leave his stuff lying around in the bathroom like he owned the place?”
A similar grim spread across Keith’s face as he realised what exactly Pidge was suggesting.
“I think that just might teach him a lesson.”
When Lance rolled out of bed that morning like every morning he walked down the hall to the bathroom so he could wash off his face mask and get ready for the day.
However when he had washed the white mask off and reached for his makeup bag only to find it missing he knew something was very wrong. He checked again in case he had put it somewhere else the night before but found nothing.
At this point he began to panic falling to his knees as he tore apart the bathroom desperately searching for his bag as his breaths came shorter and faster.
He had to find his bag.
He couldn’t let the others see him without his makeup.
Unlike Pidge, Keith couldn’t wait to see Lance get his comeuppance, so when he heard Lance go to the bathroom that morning Keith had followed close behind listening just out side of the door waiting for the moment of realisation of the prank.
Keith had expected Lance to get angry or maybe even a few tears but nothing major.
What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of the bathroom being ripped apart and soft desperate sobbing.
Worried the red paladin opened the door “Lance are you-”
He cut off when he saw exactly why the makeup bag had meant so much to him.
Across the right side of his face there were long white scars trailing along his skin. There were five in total all connected at the side of his neck disappearing under his clothes. One stretched over the outside of his face curling round to just above his left eyebrow. Another curled under his right eye with one branching off to across his nose. The other two wrapped around each other by his chin and jaw line.
Seeing Keith Lance instantly threw his hands up covering his face. “Don’t look at me!” He screamed frantically.
His sleeves fell down showing his right arm also covered with the swirling pale scars shockingly different to his dark skin.
Keith stared at him in shock.
How long had Lance been hiding this from them? When had he been hurt? What could of done this kind damage?
“Oh god… Lance”
Lance shrunk away from Keith not stopping until he hit the cold tile wall.
He looked like a trapped animal countered by a predator.
“I’m so sorry” Keith mumbled sitting down next to him and pulling the blue paladin into a slightly awkward hug.
Lance stiffened for a moment before melting under his team mates touch.
He turned, burying his face into Keith’s chest and sobbed desperately.
Keith wasn’t sure what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to make Lance feel better. Slowly he began to run his free hand through the taller boys hair making quiet shushing noises.
Half an hour later Lance had calmed down and had stopped crying, however he still had his face hidden in Keith’s shirt.
“Thanks” Lance mumbled so quietly that Keith had to wonder if he had imagined it.
The guilt stopped him in the stomach. He didn’t deserve thanks. He deserved to get his ass kicked and then shot out into space for what he had done.
“You don’t need to thank me… it’s my fault”
Lance slowly looked up just enough so that his blue teary eyes were visible. “It’s not… its mine.”
Keith bit his lip, he wanted to argue but Lance almost never talked about himself, not really.
“I was twelve I think, back when me and my family still lived in Cuba…”
Keith could practically hear the homesickness dripping from those words. He wished he could relate but he never really had a home to miss in the first place.
“Mamma told me and my older brother not to go to the ocean that day. But Leo told me it would be fine. And it was for a little bit. We swam, played and surfed for a couple hours. Then it started to get dark and Leo said it was time to go home b-but I was having too much fun so I ignored him. I even ignored him when he tried to warn me…”
Lance was quiet for a few minutes trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
“See Mama had seen on the news that there were lots of Jellyfish in the water that day… she tried to keep us safe without scaring us.
But we wanted to play and well I didn’t notice the Jellyfish until one stung me on the ankle…”
Keith found himself leaning closer silently urging Lance to continue.
“I fell off my board right into a whole bunch of them. I don’t remember much. Just blinding pain then next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital a week later.”
Keith gasped cringing at how Lance flinched at the noise.
“C-can I see?” He asked hesitantly. He didn’t expect his request to be answered so it was surprising when Lance took of his shirt to show the mess of thin white scars that stretched across his torso.
Kieth couldn’t help but run his finger over the one across Lance’s chest.
“What was that?” Lance asked causing Keith to blush bright red “I erm I only meant that they look cool! Like lightning!” He sputtered.
Lance chuckled bitterly “yeah I used to think so too. In Cuba at least the kids in school saw it as a badge of honour. But after my Dad died and we had to move to America to live with my Grandparents well… kids can be cruel. They can be cruel about makeup too but I find it’s easier to play the vain pretty boy then have to deal with teasing or worse pity.”
Keith gulped. He was honoured that Lance shared something so personal with him but he knew he didn’t deserve it.
“Look Lance this really is my fault me and Pidge stole your stuff to try and get back at you for always hogging the bathroom.”
Keith expected yelling, maybe more crying. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to just shrug one shoulder “yeah I figured from how guilty you looked.”
“Your not mad?”
Lance laughed, for real this time. “No I’m not mad. Your the first person to call my scars beautiful… it kinda meant a lot.”
Lance looked away blushing almost as much as Keith was.
He realises his hand was still resting on Lance’s bare chest and pulled it away only for it to be grabbed by Lance.
“Glad I was awake for this bonding moment”
Keith smiled looking down at their hands for a moment.
“Yeah me too.”
Ah, my tall goopy monster boi Glihop~! Even though their main design hasn’t really changed much gotta admit, he looks different when compared to first drawing of him.
OH fun fact about him! He does wear actual pants, like actual fabric material but when he puts any clothing on they get covered in this black matter similar to his own and when he takes the clothes off the black matter disappears from the clothing.
And here’s another fact which you may have already noticed from the drawings. Besides the main head Glihop has 5 additional faces on his body, four of them capable of speech and one without a mouth which is the front right one. While he has all these other mouths the main head has the most audible voice and while he speaks it has a echoing sound to it which could be due to extra mouths speaking up as well.
In all fairness, you started it. Jin’s wearing a new shirt tonight – it’s salmom coloured and straining to fit across his broad shoulders and chest – and he’d looked so handsome that you just couldn’t help but give his thigh a good squeeze under the table, that squeeze turning into a caress that gradually works it’s way higher the more carried away you get. Jin isn’t reacting at all, eating calmly, making small talk with the BigHit bosses like you’re barely even there, and it isn’t until you get really frustrated and run your palm across his lap that you realise you’re having any kind of effect at all. He’s rock hard, member straining against the confining material where it’s tucked to the left as usual, and when you give it a firm squeeze you finally see a tiny slip on Jin’s face; his eye twitching slightly. While the rest of the men at the table are laughing at a joke he made he takes the chance to yank your hand away by the wrist, hissing in your ear.
“You just wait till I get you home. You’re not gonna sit down for a week.”
You’re going to die soon if Yoongi doesn’t give you some relief; you’re fairly certain of that. He’s been denying you an orgasm for days, bringing you to the brink again and again but always stopping just when it’s getting good, and it’s leaving you a jittery, needy mess. You’re almost permanently wet and Yoongi won’t even let you wear your underwear, which seems particularly mean when you’ve been invited out for a meal with the other members. You can tell from the moment you sit down at the table that the very last thing on Yoongi’s mind is food – the smirk he reserves solely for you makes it very clear – and as soon as your bottom hits the chair he’s pulling on the thigh closest to him to open up your legs. His long, slender fingers slide through your wet folds, alternating between toying with your clit and slipping inside whilst he innocently inspects his menu and you try not to fall apart next to him. You bite your lip in panic, realising that your orgasm is approaching far too fast for you to stop it, and that this is exactly what he’d been planning when he’d been denying you so fanatically until now. He leans close to you, pads of his fingers stroking your g-spot, his breath hot in your ear.
“Cum for me now, babygirl.”
Why on earth you ever agreed to combine Hobi’s end of tour
with going to dinner at your parents is beyond you. You haven’t seen each in almost a month and
by the way your boyfriend can’t keep his eyes off you, you’re guessing he
missed you just as much as you missed him.
It’s getting to be a bit of a problem, actually, because even as he’s
supposed be impressing your father and charming your mother, Hobi’s having
difficulty stopping himself oggling your cleavage, his hand moving restlessly
on your thigh under the table. The
moment your parents turn their back he’s all over you, trailing kisses all over
your neck and murmuring how much he’s missed you, how delicious you look and
how he can’t wait to get you home. It
isn’t long before his over-excited hand starts to glide further up your thigh,
fingertips skirting along the edge of your panties as you glance nervously to
the kitchen doorway and try to hold back a moan when he pulls them to the side
to tease your entrance. His long finger
has only just slipped inside when suddenly your mother calls his name from the
kitchen and makes you both jump, Hobi withdrawing his hand so sharply you’d
think he’d been burned. He smiles
guiltily at you, rising from his seat to go and help her like she asked; but
not before adjusting his erection and sucking your juices off of his finger
with a wink.
“I know what I’d rather be eating tonight, baby.”
You’re not exactly what made you think that teasing Namjoon
would be a good idea. In a moment of
madness you’d decided it was smart to wear that slutty dress you know he hates to
dinner with the other members, and to put on that particular shade of lipstick
that he’s so fond of smearing around your mouth whilst he fucks your
throat. You go out of your way to order
a plate full of pasta that you suck and twirl around your tongue, and
strawberries that you put whole into your mouth to take a sumptuous bite out of
as you hold Joonie’s unflinching gaze. When
you order a cocktail complete with cherry to finish off the night, twisting the
stem around your tongue, his patience finally snaps. He grabs hold of your hand and shoves it
under the table, placing it directly onto his crotch as he glares at you,
uncaring whether the other boys notice or not.
He’s ridiculously hard, leaking so much pre-cum that it’s started to
seep through his boxers and through his trouser leg to form a wet patch. Namjoon presses your hand down hard against
him, biting on his bottom lip and flexing his hips up, disguising it as
shifting in his seat. When you start to
palm him in earnest he lets go of your hand and wraps it around the back of
your neck instead, squeezing as he leans close to growl lowly in your ear.
“Is this what you wanted, kitten? You have no idea what I’m gonna do to you once I
get you alone.”
From the very moment Jimin had come home tonight he’d been
needy. The whole time you’d been getting
ready he’d trailed after you around the apartment, looping his arms around your
waist and nuzzling against your neck any chance he got, vying for your
attention. He couldn’t have it, though,
not tonight. Tonight you’re going out
with your group of friends for one of their birthdays, and Jimin’s sexual
appetite has made you miss enough social events already without missing this
one too. He’s no better at the meal, mewling
in your ear that he wants to go and play, deliberately misbehaving in an
attempt to break your resolve so you’ll take him home and punish him like he so
wants. His hands are insistent, pawing
their way up your thighs under the table no matter how much you try to subtly
push him away. Jimin runs his fingers
over the top of your panties, through the outline of your slick folds, and it’s
at that moment you decide you’ve had enough.
You purposefully drop your cutlery under the table when the cake arrives,
knowing everyone will be distracted, and when you sweetly ask him to retrieve
it Jimin’s face lights up like all his Christmases have come at once. He immediately ducks under the table as you
slouch in your chair, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his face
towards your core, spreading your legs wide.
He drags your panties to the side eagerly as he kneels below the table,
completely hidden from view, and for the entirety of the time your friends are
singing Jimin’s lapping up your juices like he’s a man dying of thirst. It pains you to push him away when they’re
done, drawing him out from under the table with your knife and fork in his hands
and a wide smile on his shining lips.
“You’re so tasty mommy… can I have you instead of cake?”
You’ve never spent quite so long getting ready to go out as
you have done tonight, and you know it’s all because Taehyung and all his
friends are going to be there. You’ve
had your eye on him from the very moment you met, and tonight provides the
perfect opportunity for you to find out if he’s interested or not. You’re sure you’ve caught him looking before,
and by the way his mouth drop open and his eyes widen when you walk into the
club with a smile and a wave makes you fairly certain that he’s had his eye on
you too. You have a few drinks and dance
together for a while, the crowded dance floor giving you the perfect excuse to
get up close and personal, your arms around his neck, hips locked together in a
slow grind that has his eyes darkening with desire. When it comes time to sit down there’s no room
at the booth for you, but Tae, ever the gentleman, spreads his legs and pats
the space in between in invitation, smirking.
Gentleman? Yeah right.
As soon as you’re hidden beneath the drink-laden table Taehyung’s hands
are on the inside of your thighs, spreading them apart so your dress rides up
to your hips and he can slip his fingers past your panties, his erection
pressing hard into the small of your back.
“You’re coming home with me, beautiful.”
The thought of being your plus one had initially made Jungkook
really nervous. He hadn’t really met many of your family members except your
mom and dad, and he’d only met your friends once or twice, so being sat all on
his own in the church pews as you walked behind your sister as her bridesmaid
wasn’t initially very appealing to him.
He soon changes his mind when he sees you though; you look stunning in
your floor length gown with its sweetheart neckline, the soft mounds of your
breasts almost spilling out over the top as you walk. The hard-on he gets watching you during the
ceremony won’t go away, and by the time you’re sat waiting for your
three-course meal he’s becoming increasingly restless. You ask him what’s wrong as he shifts in his
seat, frowning at the pained expression on his face. His hands disappear under the table cloth for
a moment, fumbling with something, and then suddenly he’s pulling your hand
under there too. You have to hold back a
gasp when he guides your hand onto his throbbing cock, moving it up and down
the length of him under the table, the button and fly of his pants hanging wide
open. It’s so sinful, touching him like
this in public, not even the barrier of clothes in the way. If someone lifted the tablecloth now they’d
see his heavy member resting in your palm, the pre-cum leaking from the tip,
and they’d understand why Jungkook is clenching his jaw so hard, a deadly
serious look on his face.
A giant alien spaceship castle you would assume have more then enough bathrooms. However despite the size there were only four in the whole castle one in each wing. Apparently Altean’s didn’t need to go as often as humans did so they never bothered to fit every area with a bathroom. Of course Allura had her own personal bathroom in her chambers and Corran used the one in the east side of the castle leaving the five Paladins to share the one closest to their collective rooms. Shiro at first attempted to create a time chart so that everyone would have time to get ready in the morning and get in a shower before bed. However he quickly learnt that asking a group of teenagers not to take hours in the bathroom was like expecting a pig to sprout wings and fight the Glara. Keith spends the least time in the morning, only bothering to brush his teeth before going out to train, it’s the evenings that he takes his time, spending almost an hour in the shower letting the warm water work its magic on his sore aching muscles. Hunk takes his time whenever he uses the bathroom. Often singing or having imaginary arguments with himself. Pidge spends hours in there. Often taking their computer in with them and ends up losing themselves so completely in their work that they could leave for five minutes to use the toilet and not be seen until dinner. However out of everyone Lance is by far the worst. He spends hours in there every morning and evening, he will often run out during training just to look in the mirror. Because of this more then a few times a fellow Paladin has been forced to run across the castle in search of another bathroom. After yet another close call Pidge had enough. “He’s just so vain!” They snapped walking into the common area where Keith was sat sharpening his knife. “I know but there’s not much we can do about it” he shrugged not even bothering to look up as the green paladin flopped down on the couch next to him. “We could complain to Allura or maybe Shiro?” They offered voice slightly muffled by having their face buried in the cushions. “Wouldn’t work. They already know and the worst that would happen to him is get a lecture and maybe being out of cleaning duty, it wouldn’t change anything. As long as he’s got all his cleaning products he’s going to continue to hogging the bathroom.” Keith patted Pidge on the head when they let out a frustrated groan. Suddenly they sat bolt upright making Keith pull his hand away in surprise. “But what if he didn’t?” “Didn’t what?” Keith questioned a little unnerved by the Cheshire Cat like grin that spread across the smaller Paladins face. “What if Lance didn’t have his products? What if someone were to hide them to teach him not to just leave his stuff lying around in the bathroom like he owned the place?” A similar grim spread across Keith’s face as he realised what exactly Pidge was suggesting. “I think that just might teach him a lesson.” ———————————– When Lance rolled out of bed that morning like every morning he walked down the hall to the bathroom so he could wash off his face mask and get ready for the day. However when he had washed the white mask off and reached for his makeup bag only to find it missing he knew something was very wrong. He checked again in case he had put it somewhere else the night before but found nothing. At this point he began to panic falling to his knees as he tore apart the bathroom desperately searching for his bag as his breaths came shorter and faster. He had to find his bag. He couldn’t let the others see him without his makeup. ———————————– Unlike Pidge, Keith couldn’t wait to see Lance get his comeuppance, so when he heard Lance go to the bathroom that morning Keith had followed close behind listening just out side of the door waiting for the moment of realisation of the prank. Keith had expected Lance to get angry or maybe even a few tears but nothing major. What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of the bathroom being ripped apart and soft desperate sobbing. Worried the red paladin opened the door “Lance are you-” He cut off when he saw exactly why the makeup bag had meant so much to him. Across the right side of his face there were long white scars trailing along his skin. There were five in total all connected at the side of his neck disappearing under his clothes. One stretched over the outside of his face curling round to just above his left eyebrow. Another curled under his right eye with one branching off to across his nose. The other two wrapped around each other by his chin and jaw line. Seeing Keith Lance instantly threw his hands up covering his face. “Don’t look at me!” He screamed frantically. His sleeves fell down showing his right arm also covered with the swirling pale scars shockingly different to his dark skin. Keith stared at him in shock. How long had Lance been hiding this from them? When had he been hurt? What could of done this kind damage? “Oh god… Lance” Lance shrunk away from Keith not stopping until he hit the cold tile wall. He looked like a trapped animal countered by a predator. “I’m so sorry” Keith mumbled sitting down next to him and pulling the blue paladin into a slightly awkward hug. Lance stiffened for a moment before melting under his team mates touch. He turned, burying his face into Keith’s chest and sobbed desperately. Keith wasn’t sure what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to make Lance feel better. Slowly he began to run his free hand through the taller boys hair making quiet shushing noises. Half an hour later Lance had calmed down and had stopped crying, however he still had his face hidden in Keith’s shirt. “Thanks” Lance mumbled so quietly that Keith had to wonder if he had imagined it. The guilt stopped him in the stomach. He didn’t deserve thanks. He deserved to get his ass kicked and then shot out into space for what he had done. “You don’t need to thank me… it’s my fault” Lance slowly looked up just enough so that his blue teary eyes were visible. “It’s not… its mine.” Keith bit his lip, he wanted to argue but Lance almost never talked about himself, not really. “How so?” “I was twelve I think, back when me and my family still lived in Cuba…” Keith could practically hear the homesickness dripping from those words. He wished he could relate but he never really had a home to miss in the first place. “Mamma told me and my older brother not to go to the ocean that day. But Leo told me it would be fine. And it was for a little bit. We swam, played and surfed for a couple hours. Then it started to get dark and Leo said it was time to go home b-but I was having too much fun so I ignored him. I even ignored him when he tried to warn me…” Lance was quiet for a few minutes trying to swallow the lump in his throat. “See Mama had seen on the news that there were lots of Jellyfish in the water that day… she tried to keep us safe without scaring us. But we wanted to play and well I didn’t notice the Jellyfish until one stung me on the ankle…” Keith found himself leaning closer silently urging Lance to continue. “I fell off my board right into a whole bunch of them. I don’t remember much. Just blinding pain then next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital a week later.” Keith gasped cringing at how Lance flinched at the noise. “C-can I see?” He asked hesitantly. He didn’t expect his request to be answered so it was surprising when Lance took of his shirt to show the mess of thin white scars that stretched across his torso. Kieth couldn’t help but run his finger over the one across Lance’s chest. “Beautiful” “What was that?” Lance asked causing Keith to blush bright red “I erm I only meant that they look cool! Like lightning!” He sputtered. Lance chuckled bitterly “yeah I used to think so too. In Cuba at least the kids in school saw it as a badge of honour. But after my Dad died and we had to move to America to live with my Grandparents well… kids can be cruel. They can be cruel about makeup too but I find it’s easier to play the vain pretty boy then have to deal with teasing or worse pity.” Keith gulped. He was honoured that Lance shared something so personal with him but he knew he didn’t deserve it. “Look Lance this really is my fault me and Pidge stole your stuff to try and get back at you for always hogging the bathroom.” Keith expected yelling, maybe more crying. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to just shrug one shoulder “yeah I figured from how guilty you looked.” “Your not mad?” Lance laughed, for real this time. “No I’m not mad. Your the first person to call my scars beautiful… it kinda meant a lot.” Lance looked away blushing almost as much as Keith was. He realises his hand was still resting on Lance’s bare chest and pulled it away only for it to be grabbed by Lance. “Glad I was awake for this bonding moment” Keith smiled looking down at their hands for a moment. “Yeah me too.”
Summary: Peter get’s jealous of a man’s hands on the Reader. Then later Peter attempts to… READ TO FIND OUT.
Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL. Plus Tom swears too :,) Fluff, cuteness,Tony Dad mode
Word Count: 2,000+
A/N: Photo edit is my own, I know it sucks leave me alone lmao
P.S: I DON’T WRITE SMUT ABOUT 15 Y/O PETER.
LEMME CLARIFY: HE WAS GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL WHEN ENVY WAS PUT OUT. I WANT TO CLARIFY BECAUSE I WILL NEVER WRITE ABOUT A 15 Y/O HAVING SEX IN MY SMUTS. IT’S NOT RIGHT. IN MY OPINION. JUST KNOW IN MY UNIVERSE HE IS IN HIS 20′S AT THIS POINT. THANK YOU, THAT IS ALL :,)
Graduation happened shortly after as time went on since your near death experience. The both of you moving into the Avengers HQ while taking College lessons from a computer. Peter had no time to go to real college ,he’s a superhero. Tony just set up stuff for us to learn but homework wasn’t a thing. It wasn’t a thing because Peter can’t say “I have Psychology homework” he’s an Avenger and they don’t pause for homework.
You were currently getting ready for your day in the city. Peter was training with Steve and Natasha today till the afternoon. That gateway giving you enough time to do some shopping for your new living quarters with Peter. Tony upgraded the two of you to an apartment in the HQ. Until Peter turned twenty the both of you were separated in rooms so he could focus on training.
Tony made an apartment in the building for the two of you. It was filled with technology, Karen, and windows that project scenery from Queens.There was a lab with tools so that I could create stuff. Tony finally decided to have Natasha train you so you could use your inventions in battle. You spent the first two years you spent tinkering away. Tony would come into your lab to create your own combat armor.
“Karen, please send me my list for the store” I say out loud not having time to print everything. You were running behind on time cause you had to meet Peter at the store. Mr. Stark made a fake wedding registry appointment at Bed Bath & Beyond.
“Sending list organized by what this living quarters lack, Peter should meet you at the store in about an hour… would you like me to message you when he finishes?”
“I’ll call him if necessary Karen,thank you”
“Stay safe out there” her voice fills the air before you step outside. Locking the door then making your way down the hallway towards the elevator. Pressing the button it takes a few minutes to come down. The doors open to reveal Steve all bloodied up.
“Hey Spiderlover, Peter’s going against Natasha now” he gives you a warm smile before wincing in pain.
“I see my acid fluid took a toll on you” I grin looking at the burns on his suit and skin.
“Yeah, yeah take pride in the pain inflicted on me”Steve laughs as the doors close once you step in.
“I’m glad I could make something for him, I feel safer knowing he has a better chance with that fluid in battle”
“Have fun on your adventures today, stay safe in the city” he warns as the doors open when he reaches his floor.
“Aye aye Captain” you tease saluting him as the elevator doors closed. The rest of the elevator ride down was quiet. You missed hearing Peter’s excited stories he would tell whenever you two were together. Once on the main floor you exit heading out to the lobby.
“Mrs.Parker!” Tony’s voice comes up behind you making you jump a bit.
“Tony, w-were not marri-“
“Yet, it will happen… I can see it in the stars… stars as in the way loverboy looks at you. Now scan some cool stuff for your place. Also can you scan one of those margarita makers it will be a gift to Aunt May” he fixes his tinted glasses looking down at you.
“Will do, I’ll add that to the list and I’ll p-“
“You will not pay me back,think of it as payment from taking you and Peter in after graduation and defending whatever comes our way.. You’re like a daughter to me..Now wear this, you gotta truly sell that you two are engaged” He says grasping my hand and sliding a ring with a big solitaire diamond in between two smaller ones. The glistening shine catching your eyes. Happiness filling him because he wanted to tell her that he really is her father but knew he couldn’t for her safety.
“Please tell me that’s fake?It’s gorgeous even if it’s fake ,wow” I mutter looking at the ring on my finger. A smile on my face as I look at it.
“Oh it isn’t fake, Peter is Spider-Man and the world can’t look at that and see it’s fa-”
“It’s real?! Tony how much was this thing!” You try taking it off before he stops you. His bigger hand laid on top of yours. Tony stops you before you could say anything else.
“That’s not the point.. now go Spiderlover, you have to be there in fourty-five minutes and with this traffic at this time you better be on your way..” He walks off with a smirk stained on his face.
“I’ll be off now Mr.Stark I don’t want to be late” I give a small smile looking down at my hand before leaving the building. He watched his daughter walk out of the building into the big scary world. The world he protected to keep her safe so he could see her smile. Just like the way she did when her eyes landed on the ring.
The sound of my heels against the pavement echoed. That’s why I don’t wear these damn things. I only dressed up for Peter to see if he would like the outfit. Other than that I’m dressed in leggings, tank tops or Peter’s shirts at home.
A body collided into mine causing me to drop my purse and Phone. What the hell, asshole. Looking up to seeing a guy walk over and help you up. You thank him as he hands you your items. Brushing your skirt off you continue to head into the store. He places his hand on your back helping you in. Your knees were bloody from the fall and all you wanted was Peter.
“Wait here and I’ll go ask for a First Aid Kit” The man give you a smile heading to customer service.
“ Peter we’re done for the day why don’t you get changed and swing over there in time okay?” Natasha pats your shoulder giving it a squeeze after.
“Have to get her ring first, I like to keep it in my pocket since it was my mother’s she gave it to May before.. Yah know” I explain taking my mask off.
“Parker, you’re going to be late.. Don’t make my daughter sit there.. She just left HQ according to Karen” he chastens looking at his watch.
“Y-Yes Mr. Stark..”
“Also I made a duplicate of your mother’s ring with a tracker in it, you’ll be able to locate her when you swing your way over” He grins pointing to his watch.
“Mr. Stark I’m not ready to propose yet!” My eyes bugging out at thought of her having a duplicate of his mothers ring.
“I know spiderling, I’m putting this tracker on her for her safety and plus you two have to look the part.. Here” He tosses something my way, reflexes instinctively catching it. Opening my palm to see a wedding band with a web like design.
“I have to go now!” I shout shooting a web and swinging into the doorway of the locker room.
“You have arrived at your destination” Karen’s states as I climb down the building. Clicking the buttons on my wrists my suit disappears underneath my clothes and into device on my back. Fixing my black tee I head towards the building. A few people taking double looks at my face.
“Isn’t he Peter Parker?” A girl asks her friend.
“It’s Starks legacy recruit” another whispers.
“I heard he’s engaged.. she’s one lucky girl”
Walking in I head towards the Bridal Registry area to see something that infuriated me… A man was on his knees in front of her,my girl. Looking at his hands that are on her legs. One too close to the edge of her skirt. Her hands pushing the bottom of her skirt down.
“You’re still in shock” the guys voice irritates your spider hearing.
“You can stop now please, it was just a fall.. My fiance is coming” she whimpers looking away. Fucking perv was trying to make a move on her!
All I saw was red in my vision. Running over I grip his hand twisting it off of her. He let out a groan as I twisted harder as I positioned myself in front of him. No one touches my girl.. No one but me.
“Who the hell are you to be touching my girl like that?” I seethe letting my Spider strength take over. I knew his intentions, he was a sleezebag.
“F-FUck man, I was just helping her!” He defends avoiding eye contact with me.
“Peter!” She sighs in relief standing up behind me. Fuck she looked good.
“Then why was your hand going towards the bottom of her skirt?” I ask feeling my grip get tighter on him.
“Peter stop you’re starting to attract a crowd” she whispers taking my free hand in her left one.. She pulls my hand up giving it a gentle kiss. Looking at the replica of my mother’s shine in the store light. Sighing I loosen the grip on his hand so I don’t break it entirely.
“Say you’re sorry to my fiance, now” My voice grew darker.
“S-sorry m’am” He falls to the ground gripping his hand. I turn around to see my girl with tears in her eyes.
“Babygirl, don’t cry” I whisper pulling her into my chest. My hand rubbing her back in soothing circles.
“He tried to shove hi-his hand up my sk-skirt Peter” the whimper that came out of her pained me.
“Shhh love, I’m here now.. Let’s get this scanning thing done okay?” Tilting her chin up with my finger ,her eyes met mine. An ease from my anger and jealousy is her. She can calm the crazy seas inside me. Only her.
“Hold on baby I need to scan these for our guest room for when May or our friends come for a visit” I say bending over to scan the black towels. Peter said he would be back after he scans the sheets we need but will come back to see if I like the ones he picks.
“Dude check out this piece of ass” someone remarks causing you to look back. Two teenagers were standing behind you making you nervous.
“Well you’re wrong dude, that ass is mine” Peter states darkly coming up behind the guys holding 500 thread count silk sheets.
“Not doing a good job of being around her” the guy scoffs.
“Want to say that again?” Peter tenses up looking down at the teenagers. Dammit, you didn’t need a news headline saying Peter attacked kids.
“Peter.. Just ignore the teens” I say standing up with the scanner and our list. Walking over to Peter I place my free hand on his chest. He looks down at you then glares at the teens.
“Plus they could never get a piece of ass like mine while looking like that” I sneer pulling Peter’s hand towards the pillow department. A laugh escapes Peter when we left the teenagers speechless. The rest of the two hours you spent were hand in hand scanning the things needed. Even the margarita machine.
“Peter where are we going?” You ask holding onto him for dear life. It didn’t help that whoever we swung over could see up your skirt. Now you wish you were in leggings. Besides all that it felt good to be in your love’s arms.
“Well I found this perfect place a few minutes behind the HQ and I have a surprise for you” He said with a smile as you watched him focus on swinging the two of you.
After a minute of silence goes by you slowly descend towards the ground. Kicking off your heels settling your feet into the ground.The ache in your feet disappearing. Damn those things hurt. Ten out of ten would not recommend.
“Look at what I’ve been working on for you for the past two years besides training..” He gestures to the lake surrounded by flowers. The flowers gave color to the trees surrounding the lake.
“Peter… this is where you’ve been getting my flowers?..” I say looking at the plethora of diverse flowers. Your eyes landing on one particular pink flower.
“Those are the ones that you would leave at my doorstep back at home..”
“I got the seeds for those and planted them so you could have a piece of home here, I know HQ isn’t hours away from home but I know you miss i-”
“Peter it’s perfect, thank you” your hands coming up to your heart. His hand grasps your left into his gently. You see his wedding band adorning his ring finger. A smile pulling up to your lips.
“You know… I want this to be for real, I know it’s not time yet but I really want it” he looks down at you lovingly. His gaze making your heart flutter in your chest. He kisses your ring that glistened on your finger.
You did too but it wasn’t the time yet, soon but not now.
“I do too Peter.. More than you can imagine..” you place your right hand on his cheek. He turns his head kissing your palm.
a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-)smut warninggif credit to the owner
His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.
The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”
I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.
I think I’m falling
I’m falling for you
The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.
My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.
His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.
When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.
“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”
Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”
He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”
“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”
“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.
About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.
Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.
Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?
“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.
“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.
“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”
The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.
As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.
Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”
Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.
I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.
“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.
I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.
Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”
“No, you’re just beautiful.”
He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”
Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”
After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.
Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.
A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.
Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”
Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.
Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for
asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.
When you create a sigil, you’re investing it with a certain amount of emotional importance. When you hear practitioners of magic referring to the “energy” of a sigil, ritual or spell, this emotional investment is often what they’re talking about. For a sigil to be effective, however, it requires more than just the energy invested in the creation. It needs to be “activated.”
People are divided upon how exactly you should do this. You’re looking for an intense transcendental experience where you can focus on this image and force it through your mind into the magical world while you are fully conscious. Pain, meditation and orgasm are some popular methods. Combine the intense experience with a good solid look at the sigil. Then close your eyes and think of it. Project it into your minds eye and out into the cosmos. Then destroy the paper it is drawn on and forget all about it.
Charging the sigil means infusing it with your energy. You have to get yourself to a point where you are full of energy but not really thinking anything, and then pour this energy into your sigil. There are several good ways to charge your sigil:
The simplest form of meditation is to hold the image of the sigil in front of your eyes and stare intently at it. Try to get into a state of “not-thinking” but at the same time obsessively concentrating on the image of the sigil to the exclusion of everything else. Not the meaning of the sigil, but simply the graphic image itself as pure abstract, unconnected to any meaning – a picture and nothing more.
No really. Masturbate while visualizing the sigil in your mind’s eye. With the masturbation method you’re likely to get yourself to a point when you’re full of energy and no thought (orgasm). Hurrah! At the point of orgasm, visualize the sigil becoming big and bright and then exploding/disintegrating into nothingness. That’s it! Sigil charged!
c) Wild dancing
If you don’t like masturbating but do like dancing, pour yourself into wild wanton dancing – leap everywhere, go wild, spin round and round, get out of breath – it doesn’t even have to be to music. You just have to get to a point where you feel full of adrenaline and power and tingly and aren’t really thinking anything. Then visualize the sigil in your mind’s, eye, see it becoming big and bright and then let it explode/disintegrate into nothingness. And stop dancing.
d) Burn it
Light one side of it, and then place it carefully in a fire proof container, making sure not to singe yourself in the process. Watch as it burns, and imagine that all of the emotional investment you’ve placed in the sigil, as well as the idea it represents, is being transformed into a new form made of the universal forces of light and heat. Imagine that light and heat radiating out from this moment, into your past and future. Imagine the glow of the sigil’s tiny light spreading across your entire life. Watch it until the flame goes out.
There is also the “under-the-nose” method: If you prefer, instead of destroying the sigil you can put the sigil where you can see it all the time it will just fade into the background and you won’t really ‘see’ it, but your subconscious will. Paint the sigil somewhere visible on your body with water-soluble paint, then take a bath and let it slowly dissolve away while watching it. This is especially useful for magical work such as healing the body. Draw the sigil on paper or cloth with disappearing ink and stare at it as it slowly evaporates. ETC
Finally, it’s important to separate yourself from the magical ritual you’ve just done. Don’t do any meditation, other magical operations, or talk about the working with anyone. At least, not the first time you do a sigil – you need to find out what works for you. The idea is to shut the doors to the subconscious. It also keeps it from easily floating back into the conscious mind until the short term memory dumps it, which according to psychologists takes about three hours.
In the coming days, you’ll start to see little things that are eerily evocative of the sigil you activated. Don’t deny these. Don’t dismiss them, even if they seem minor. This is the process starting to work, bit by bit, to bring your intention into reality. The more open you are to these changes, the faster the magic will come into effect. It’s important, however, to note that your decisions play a hugely important part in how effective the sigil will be. If your sigil is about meeting a new romantic partner, for instance, you might want to think about going out to a place where that could plausibly happen. Staying inside your home, with curtains drawn and lights out, not answering the door, is actively working against the thing you want. Don’t count on the sigil to do the work for you.
If you’re uncertain about the whole “magic thing,” start with something minor and irrelevant. In fact, a great way to test the effectiveness of sigil magic is simply to create an activate a sigil that is of both fairly unlikely and of absolutely no consequence. You’ll soon be surprised at how utterly powerful sigils can be.
Prompt: anonymous asked: okay so
I’ve been looking through a LOT of your imagines and its safe to say that i
frikin love ur blog and i was wondering if you could do one of peter pan x
reader where the reader is watching the campfire at the corner and peter comes
up from behind (theyre dating btw) without her knowing and starts kissing down
her neck and teasing her there and id love it to be just really cute and pan
whispers some inappropriate things and end in smut + lots if foreplay :))
Anonymous asked: YOOO
YOUR SMUT IS SO GOOD THANK YOU!!!! More Peter Pan smut okay? ;) Robbie Kay is a
sexy devil. But seriously ur writing is so talented you should be proud
A/N: I am going to hell. Enjoy darlings!
You had traveled to just about every realm, but you can
honestly say Neverland was your favorite. When you had first arrived you knew
you were going to love dense-jungle island. It held such magic and wonder that
you felt like you had jumped into a fairytale. Well, you kind of had, but
that’s beside the point.
When you had first arrived, Peter and his Lost Boys were
wary of you, having never had a girl come to the island before, not including
Wendy, of course. As time went on, however, the boys learned to love you, seeing
you as an equal and friend. Peter had taken an extra special liking to you,
though. Two months into your stay in Neverland, the beautiful demon boy had
pulled you the most beautiful spot in Neverland, and for the first time, had
told you of his love for you. Ever since then, the two of you could rarely be
seen without the other. You made him into a better person, the person he
thought you deserved, and for once in your life, you could say you were
It was night; the day had been long day, the boys just now
settling down from a day full of games. Most had gone to sleep, but you and a
few others had stayed up, watching the campfires glow. You were transfixed by
the flames, the colors melding together to create such a wonderful array, it was
nearly impossible to look away. You were too lost in thought; you didn’t even hear
someone approach you from behind. You felt a pair of lips on the back of your
neck, and you jolted in surprise. You soon relaxed, knowing it was Peter. No
one else dared to touch you in such a way.
Peter kept placing kisses on your neck, making you moan
slightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. You sighed
contently, loving the feeling of his body against you. You felt him press his lips against the shell
of your ear, before you heard him whisper in your ear. “(Y/N), kitten, do you
have any idea how much I want you?” You gasped sharply at his words, a faint
blush dusting your cheeks. “Oh, love, I’ve been thinking about that tight pussy
all day. Can’t wait to get you alone, kitten. Gonna make you scream my bloody
name.” You pressed your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction, the wetness in your
Peter knew what he was doing, and he loved it. He loved the affect he had on you, what a few simple
words could reduce you too. He decided to take it a step further by ghosting
his hand over your clothed core, the slight touch making you whimper. He
smirked against your neck, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Come
on love, let’s get out of here, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his hands still
ghosting over where you want him most. Not trusting your voice, you nodded,
allowing him to poof the pair of you back to his treehouse.
As soon as you appeared in his treehouse he slammed you
against a wall, his lips harshly covering yours. You moaned against his lips,
pressing your back against his with equal fervor. You brought your hands to his
head, tugging at the soft hair there. He groaned, and deepened the kiss. You
felt his hand in your hair, before he suddenly jerked your head to the side.
You gasped at the feeling, before you felt him bite and suck on your neck. You
almost whimpered under his ministrations, loving his treatment of you. He
wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his.
You felt his hand trailing under your shirt, before firmly
grabbing your breasts through your bra, his attack on your neck not stopping
for one moment. You were too lost in the sensations; you didn’t even hear a
faint snap of his fingers. You hadn’t realized what he had done until you had
felt a slight breeze against your skin, your eyes moved down and you saw he had
made both of your clothes disappear. You laughed slightly, loving how impatient
he was. Your laughter died off when you felt the hand that was once in your
hair cupping your core.
You moaned loudly, his
fingers slowly and methodically tracing your lower lips. His attack on your
breasts hadn’t stopped; his hands alone making you tremble and moan. He pinched
your nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. The same time he did
this, he slowly entered one finger into your dripping core. You whimpered, the
feelings were becoming too much. “Peter please…” you whimpered out, wanted to
feel more. He smirked, before adding
another finger, and quickening his pace. You moaned, the delicious friction
causing your knees to shake.
You felt you’re high coming quickly, faster than you had
anticipated. Your moans becoming louder, faster, the sounds of your pleasure
filling the room. You were almost there, until he suddenly pulled away. You
cried out, distraught over the loss of his fingers inside your pussy. “Shh, now
love, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel really good, love, I promise.”
He dropped down on his knees in front of you, his face
dangerously close to your core. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he
was going to do. He smirked up at you, never breaking eye contact as he licked
a broad stripe on your pussy. You moaned out, eyes instantly closing, your head
falling back slightly. Peter wrapped his arms arounds your thighs, pushing you
closer to him. His tongue teased against your entrance, tracing letters to your
core. You could barely make out what he was spelling, your head to dizzy with
pleasure. M-I-N-E. You moaned loudly at the realization of what
he was spelling, his possessiveness over you turning you on even more. He
traced the word over your core a few more times, before finally flicking his
tongue over your clit. You nearly screamed, the feeling becoming too much. For
the second time that night you felt your high approaching again.
Peter pulled away before you could cum, leaving you almost
screaming in frustration. He stood up quickly, pressing you against the wall
yet again. “Jump.” He said, a commanding tone in his voice. You instantly
complied, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his waist, and your arms
around his neck. He pushed your back firmly against the wall before attaching
his lips to your, reaching between your bodies to guide his cock into your wet
heat. He slowly pushed in, the both of you moaning against the others lips when
he was fully sheathed inside you.
He started rocking his hips at a fast pace, earning a grateful
moan from you. “Oh, love, you feel so
perfect around me. Bet you love my cock inside you, huh kitten?” He moaned in
your ear, the sounds of his grunting and panting flooding your senses. You just
frantically nodded your head, words failing you at the moment. He started
pounding harder into you, his hand trailing between your bodies, suddenly
toying with your clit.
You let out a choked
noise, you fingers carding in his hair. . His head dropped into the crook of
your neck, his movements relentless. You felt your pussy tighten around his
cock, your orgasm approaching for the third time that night. “P-peter! I-I’m gonna…!” you moaned out,
wanting nothing more than to cum. “I know, gorgeous. Me too. C-come for me,
(Y/N).Cum, now.” His words sent you over the edge, your grip
on his hair tightened as you screamed out his name. He followed you into bliss,
your name falling off his lips like a prayers.
When you both came off of your highs, you shakily un-wrapped
your legs around his waist, you almost falling to the ground in the process.
Peter caught you in time, and picked you up bridal style, before carrying you
over the bed. He laid you down on top of the bed before lying down next to you.
You turned to get comfortable, sleep almost consuming you, before you felt
Peter wrap an arm around your waist, pulling your body against his.
He leaned over and
placed a gently kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my little Lost Girl.” He whispered,
his hands playing with your hair as a way to lull you to sleep. You smiled
sleepily, before replying “I love you too, Peter.” Sleep quickly took over your
mind, his motions soothing you. Peter smiled at your sleeping form, wondering just
how he got so lucky to have you in his life.
In honor of the release of Down Among the Sticks and Bones, here are the best amusing Jack quotes (not-Jack dialogue in italics) from Every Heart a Doorway: (Bonus: guess which one is suddenly relevant in DAtSaB)
“Why does Eleanor let you have that much acid? Why would you want that much acid? You don’t need that much acid.” “Except it appears that I do, since I have just enough to dissolve a human body, and we have a human body in need of dissolving. Everything happens for a reason. And Eleanor didn’t ‘let’ me have this much acid. I sort of collected it on my own. For a rainy day.” “What were you expecting it to rain? Bears?” “There was always a chance we’d get lucky.”
“You had milk, I had science. It’s amazing how much of culinary achievement can be summarized by that sentence. Cheese making, for example. The perfect intersection of milk, science, and foolish disregard for the laws of nature.”
“I don’t like corpses in that way unless they’ve been reanimated. Corpses are incapable of offering informed consent, and are hence no better than vibrators.”
“What’s in yours?” “Three drops of warm saline solution and a pinch of wolfsbane. Not enough to be dangerous to me—I’m human, despite what Angela might say to the contrary—but enough to make it taste like tears, and like the way the wind smells when it sweeps along the moor at midnight. If I knew the taste of the sound of screaming, I’d add that as well, and never drink anything again, as long as I chanced to live.”
“Honestly, I don’t blame them for thinking I could be a killer. I blame them for thinking I would have waited this long.”
“If there are shovels involved, I’m the life, death, and resurrection of the place.”
“Draw on what you know of me. If I had decided to start killing my classmates, would I have left a body?”
“An unreported death is just a disappearance in its Sunday clothes.”
“I am a genius of infinite potential and highly limited patience. People shouldn’t try me so.”
Date the monster under your bed. Sometimes articles of clothing disappear from your room for days and reappear on your pillows or sheets. You occasionally catch glimpses of its reflective scales in the early hours of the morning when it creeps back into the shadows after having watched over you all night. Reach down to gently touch its cold skin every night to tell it sweet dreams before you go to sleep.