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Sneaking- Peter maximoff smut

Word count: 944 Requested: yes Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Raring: M- SMUT A/N: I’m so sorry it took forever, but here! I know it’s not the best but it’s finally up!

The two had been together for a while now. Almost a year to be exact. The tension between the two was growing stronger as the days went by. Yet, even with being legally adults, the two never got the chance to do anything, let alone be alone together.

Readers POV

    Peter draped his arm over my side as we walked down the hallway of Xavier’s school. “Class treat you well today, babe?” He asked, his Goggles sitting on his head lopsided. I nodded and grinned at the silver haired boy. “Pretty good, Hank decided to set up a new course for us at the end of this semester… It’s kind of funny” I raised my hand and fixed his Goggles. “Oh, really? What is it?” Peter asked as we made our way to the school yard. “Sexual education and I think it’s 99% because of us” I replied at the fact it was true. That ,and Scott and Jean were getting pretty close.     Peter scoffed as we sat down at an empty picnic table, dropping our bags. “Seriously… Man we’re legal. I’m old enough to know how to put it in-” “DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE, KURT IS BEHIND YOU” Jubilee interrupted and sat down beside us - actually, in between us. Probably because Charles put her and the rest of our friends up to keeping Peter and I separated. Peter frowned and stood up. “Babe, want to go get food with me?” He asked, obvious excuse to find a way alone.   I was quick to follow behind him, we went walking down toward his room. “You know, we don’t even have to have sex, right? We could just go to that carnival that you like so much” Peter looked at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. “Of course I know that but the most you’ve actually gotten to do was finger me and that was on the bus. I just want to be with you in any way we possibly ever could” I spoke softly and shrugged. We stopped at his door and he was fast to pin me in against the inside of it. His lips found mine and he pressed needy kisses to my lips. I inhaled, taking in all of this scent. He smelt so beautiful.   Much to our dismay, we heard an all too familiar BAMF and Peter sighed in hysteria, pulling away. “Really, Kurt? Man this sucks” Peter looked at he blue mutant who was grinning sheepishly. “I zhought I should finish my homevork”. Peter rolled his eyes and in a rush we were in an entirely new surrounding. A closet.

   “If we can’t get privacy in my room, we’ll get it here” he began to press those needy and list filled kisses to my lips and trailed down. His hand began to move lower to my hips and he kissed down my neck, to my collarbone and stopped. “Can we?” He asked softly and I immediately knew what he meant. I want to. I really want to. “We can get caught, Peter…” I trailed off, not entirely sure I wanted Peters father or anyone else to find Peter getting off inside of me. He grinned at me and held up a silver packet. A condom. Of course he would. “That’s the best thing about it! If we get caught, there’s always that thrill that we proved them wrong that we did get to have sex again” peter pressed his lips to my nose and waited. I nodded slowly.

Within a second or two we were both entirely naked and Peter was rolling on a condom. He pumped himself and looked at me before teasingly running his shaft up and down my slit. I whimpered out and glared at him. “We don’t have time for foreplay”. Peter  chuckled at my hiss. “Of course we don’t. I just like teasing you” Peter lowly pushed himself inside of me until he completely bottomed out, the awkward dull pain between my hips was back from not having him in such a long time. “You okay? You’re making hat face again” he was looking at me seriously this time and he rubbed my cheek softly. “No. I swear, you better not stop” I stated.

I felt Peter roll his hips before pulling out and sliding back into my heat very slowly, then repeating. The face he was making was pure concentration. It was more than likely he was struggling to go slow instead of fast like he’s used to. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “You can move faster, I’m not made of glass”. “ I know I just don’t want to risk hurting my baby girl” Peter said and he started to move in a little faster, but not much. We both let out small moans and gasps.

  Not long after, the sound of our skin was the only think audible. That’s a lie. We were loud. Peter was pounding into me and groaning loud, both of us chasing our orgasms. I felt that familiar tightness in my lower region and let go instantly, a heat and lightheadedness washing over me, my vision blurry. Feeling Peter release info the condom with a loud moan, I heard him giggle. “What?” I asked. “You squirted”. I felt my cheeks get hotter than there was before.

“Okay, fun is up. My office now” Professor Xavier’s voice calls from the opposite side of the door. I heard Erik and Raven mumble something and them walking off, I stared at Peter with wide eyes. He smirked and sat up. “What can I say? You tempted me, and it’s totally worth whatever we have to do now”.

Too Good To Be True

Prompt by oresamawesome: “Robbie makes a truth ray and tries to use it on Sportacus but it ends up backfiring and either affecting Robbie or both of them and they end up accidentally confessing feelings.”

Word count: 3274

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Headcanon: Sportacus’s goggles are prescription!

A silly headcanon, but explainable! Since Sportaflop always has his goggles on his head, he, uh, can’t see well.

This accompanying picture is some “proof” I put together, from S01E03, the sports day episode. Let’s face it, the candy apple obviously doesn’t look like a real apple, but Sportacus assumes it IS real!

To make it a little fluffy, Robbie sits at the other side of his lair, pulling faces at Sportacus, knowing he can’t see him

35. If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.

majestic-grape Hey I noticed you posted that drabble prompt list. If you’re up for it I would love to read a WinterIron number 35. Thanks :)

Thanks for the prompt. This was hard as I am not good at puns, but I tried.

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“When it comes to making desserts you really take the cake.” Tony strolled into the kitchen casually, hands in pockets, his welding goggles still on his head. He had been working in the shop but pangs of hunger had driven him to the common area and to Bucky working a knife with excellent skill.

“This is a potato.” The former assassin said dryly without looking up.

Of course it was, but Tony hadn’t thought of a potato pun in time so he said the next best thing. Nevertheless he smiled and leaned against the counter casually, stealing a piece of carrot from Bucky’s cutting board.

“Don’t. These are for the stew.” Bucky arranged the cut potato into a neat pile and moved onto the next.

“You’re cooking alone?”

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Originally posted by whenbuckysmiles

Request//AnonCan you do a peter imagine where you can manipulate time or something and you accidently turn him younger (you can decide how young) :)

“PETER I SWEAR TO GOD, RUN AWAY FROM ME AGAIN AND I’LL GROUND YOU FOR LIFE.” You yelled at the streak of silver whipping through the mansion library. Peter suddenly stopped short in from of you, hair sticking up all over his head, oversized goggles lopsided on his face. Peter Maximoff was already a pain in the ass, it was just who he was, but now Peter Maximoff was a 5 foot tall, ball of energy, bratty, ten year old pain in the ass and it was your fault.

You had been experimenting with your mutation, the ability to manipulate time, when Peter, who’d been watching you impatiently, was suddenly hit by a blast of your power turning him into a young kid, a much younger kid. You’d always secretly wondered what Peter was like when he was little, maybe cute and innocent, but you were wrong. He was out of control and thought more highly of himself than before despite not even being able to make it into R rated movies without a parent. You couldn’t of ended up with an adorable six year old Peter, no, instead you got preteen mid rebellion Peter.

“I’d like to see you try.” Peter smirked at your threat to ground him and instead of listening, snatched your phone out of your hand and took off running again. A second later he was standing all the way across the room.

“Oh my God.” You groaned as he flashed you a cheeky smile, he face was rounder and younger, his dimples less prominent, but filled with mischief. You had yet to figure out how to turn him back to his current age, but to even reach that step, you’d have to catch him first, an already impossible task.

GerAme Week: Day 1 - Meeting/Introduction

The only thing that surprised Ludwig more than the fact that the student sitting right next to him had managed to make his experiment explode when the experiment materials had no explosive qualities, was that he put his goggles on his head, calmly produced a cloth, and leaned over (while wiping his face) to Ludwig and said with a smile and a strange look in his eyes,

“Hey, Handsome.  I’m not sure how, but it exploded.”

OKAY so there appears to be a bit of a time difference thing going on.  It is still the 22nd of November where I am, and will be for a few more hours, but Day 2 has already started!!  

FULL CONFESSION: Davis/Daisuke is my favorite of the leaders because even though he’s made some rash decisions and messed up a bunch of times, at least he never made Veemon digivolve to something evil, was always able to learn from his experiencea and always had faith. No wonder he had the digieggs of not only courage and friendship, but of miracles as well.

  • *in a car, on a stakeout*
  • Molly: *bored* How long do we have to stay here?
  • Sherlock: *peering through binoculars* All night if necessary.
  • Molly: *sighs* It's just...when you said you needed help with a case-
  • Sherlock: *leans over and snogs her*
  • Molly: *squeaks*
  • -a moment later-
  • Sherlock: *pulls back, looking through the binoculars* False alarm. Not the suspect.
  • Molly: *blinks* Oh *clears her throat* Well, um...I had a date a-and I can't keep-
  • Sherlock: *quickly* Someone's coming *kisses her*
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *mutters huskily* Was it the suspect?
  • Molly: *blushing* The old lady walking her dog?
  • Sherlock: *smiles apologetically; leans back* Right. Um, it's dark.
  • Molly: *nods quickly* Yeah.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *sighs* For God's sake... *grabs her and snogs her*
  • Molly: *pulls away a second later* There's no one there.
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* So?
  • Molly: *smirks* Okay *kisses him*

AU Concept: Lenore stealing her steam punk boyfriend’s goggles ALL THE TIME. She tells him it’s because they go with her outfit–but that’s because she starts dressing specifically to accessorize with the goggles. Eventually, H.G. has to buy/make a second pair of goggles and let the original pair fall into Lenore’s permanent possession. (Of course, she just starts taking the new pair)

Bonus: Poe is very oblivious and H.G. and Lenore being a Thing, and so when he sees his roommate walking around with H.G. Wells’s goggles on her head, he is very, very confused. “Are those H.G’s goggles?” he asks her. “Yep,” she responds, smiling. Poe blinks and furrows his brow in confusion, “Why are you wearing them?” Lenore just shrugs, “They match my outfit.”



“Do you already have a partner?” You glanced up at the sound of Jaspers voiced, shocked to see him holding a makeshift spear. Strands of his hair were flattened against his forehead, trapped by the pair of goggles strapped to his head. His lips were pulled into a bent line. He was nervous, hopeful at best.

“You’re joining the hunting party?” You were too surprised to answer his question at first.

“Yeah, that’s the plan at least,” he smiled, an anxious laugh escaping him. His head ducked down and he grabbed the back of his neck, still waiting for an answer.

“Alright, just let me grab my pack and we can get going.”

This seemed to please him but the smile dropped as soon as Murphy’s mouth opened.

“Come on, you’re ditching us for goggle boy?” He said, his eyes briefly glancing over Jasper before returning to you. Bellamy was still waiting not too far off for you to join his group before setting of.

“I’ll catch up with you guys tonight at dinner,” you promised. Your voice took on a lighter, more teasing tone. “Besides, with the way you tromp through the forest we won’t be able to kill anything, and I’d like to actually eat tonight.”

Murphy shook his head but left you alone otherwise. You turned back to Jasper, an uneasy smile on your lips. “You’ve done this before, right.”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, but his voice sounded forced. “I mean, I always scored well in Earth Skills class up on the ark.”

A laughed eased out of you and you punched at his shoulder, moving towards the treeline. “Just follow my lead, goggle boy. I’ll be damned if I let Murphy’s group bring home more meat than us.”