The stirring of the wind and gale, the waves of water as the fall up from the ocean and are carried through the sky…storms are where I find my power and my inspiration. The wind talks to me and I have been learning to talk back.Since I haven’t seen much on crystals for storm witch’s, I thought I would share a little from my grimoire.
storms start with the raging of the sea, so it makes since to make friends with ocean energy.
**Larimar **a cool stone born of volcanic energy, Larimar is a stone of atlantis, of dolphins and sea witchery.
**Aquamarine**Aquamarine means ‘water of the sea’ and it is known as a treasure of mermaids. It is said to respond to the call of the moon and to confer safe passage over water. It is a stone of seers, mystics, and ocean magic
Our of sea water? Make an aquamarine elixir under the full moon and add a pinch of sea salt.
the moon holds sway over the ocean and the tides pull the sea into raging storms
**Moonstone**a stone of lunar power, intuition, secrets and mysteries and the eternal rythmns of illumination and deception. Use moonstone in conjunction with sea stones
Wind and Gale
Rise, Storm! Roar, Storm! Born from a witch’s trance, the wind must scream, the sky must dance!
**Fluorite**-known as the home of rainbows according to English folklore. Interestingly, after I started working with this stone, rainbows started appearing to me everywhere. Flourite is a great stone for communing with air elementals and making communication lines clear in spiritual matters
**Blue aventurine**-Aventurine is a stone of devas and elemental spirits. Blue aventurine combines the qualities of air and water. Perfect for communicating with storm systems
.**Larvikite**Larvikite is a grey stone with seductive flashes of silver. It is a stone of elemental spirits and shamanism, dreams and magic. Perfect for storm calling.
Lightning the electric kiss that shivers across the growling sky, a love song of darkness and light
**Aura quartz** Quartz is an amplifier of energy, and aura quartz is coated with metals. Great for conducting electricity
**Shiva Lingham**Magnifies pranic energy and vitality. Perfect for adding electric energy to a storm
**Copper**Pretty self explanitory. Conducts electricity. That’s all for now. Feel free to repost, but give credit where do. Happy Witching!
Description: Bruce Wayne is the left side of the brain and you are the right. So why on Earth would he ask you to come to Wayne Manor and to bring art supplies?
Request: After I finished Gotham S3, Jen told me I should write something for Bruce since I love him. Here you go my fav smut queen!!
Notes: AYYE I LOVE GOTHAM BRUCE. But tbh all of his fics on Tumblr involve (spoilers) the episode where Jerome kidnaps him and I just wanted something original. THIS DOES NOT HAVE ANY SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW IN IT BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS BRUCE BECOMES BATMAN SO HERE YA GO>>>
Bruce had said a lot of things lately, and most pertained to you in some manner. He’d been throwing compliments and questions at you all week (“You—uh, you look very lovely in that dress, Y/N”. “I trust you. Do you trust me?” “Your art skills are ineffable. Could you help me with something… important?”). That last one had placed you here, at Wayne Manor, sketchbook in hand and every possible color on Earth in your bag.
“What kind of symbol?” You asked him for what felt like the hundredth time only in different phrasing.
Bruce folded his hands against his chin, index fingers twitching at one another while he thought. You loved seeing him in this state. His eyes grew an unnamed shade of blue, thoughts clouding and swirling in his irises. His pupils worked almost as the moon, eclipsing over the ocean of his ideas—no, wait, you know that color… it is no wonder Bruce Wayne is so intricately knotted with Gotham, for when his mind reels into motion it is his eyes that turn the color of his city’s sky. The rain-heavy lead clouds greet you when Bruce looks up again.
the girl is a tree in the forest, a tree in
the woods & she grows papayas & she
feeds a village of a hundred & two people.
and after they have picked her fruits bare,
they take her flowers & leave them to wilt
in wicker baskets & cracked vases
the girl is a mountain & she keeps the
world from spinning out of order, into
chaos, into the abyss, into nothingness,
while the city below her comes undone
at the seams, all but the wailing baby.
the girl is the moon & she keeps violent
oceans at calm & the world doesn’t flood
over & drown everything that keeps her
light a glow. and the fisherman in the
yellow hat, he & his wife are still alive.
but in reality,
the girl sits in the corner of the room,
silently, & slits her wrists open one by
one. and from them burst a fall of honey,
gold & tooth achingly sweet, to feed
everyone she loves.
the evening was beautiful. the stars and moon shining brightly over the ocean, and your skin. your princes came home from a long raid today.
they had been gone for months on end, it worried you, not being able to hear from them, if they were okay.
but they made it home safely.
you smiled upon hearing everyone laugh and cheer for the sons of ragnar. bjorn, ubbe, hvitserk, sigurd, and ivar.
you gazed at him from across the room, the candles flickering brightly in his eyes, perfectly showing the mad and darkness withen them.
when he felt your gaze he immediately caught your eyes. his lips quirked up into a deep smirk as he stared at your body which was barely covered by anything at all.
you gasped lowly as he started sucking on his bottom lip.
he graped his mug of wine tightly in his hands, his eyes practically undressing you.
and you let him.
you and ivar were……well, you didn’t exactly know what.
you had grown up hating each other, you still did, but, before he left all those months back, something had changed.
a deep lust was present before he got on that boat. everytime he stared at you, everytime you accidently brushed up against each other.
something, had changed.
you hadn’t spoken to him yet, you hadn’t wanted to. you spoke to his brothers, yes. but facing him would be harder then any battle you’d been in.
one night, a week prior to his leaving, he found you a moment after you had pleasured yourself. still wet and writhing. he crawled up your furs and
laid his head against your shaking thigh, and slowly dipped his long, thick fingers inside your heat. you allowed his fingers to slip inside with a sharp moan.
that night was still heavily burnt into your mind. he had made you cum, not once, not twice, but three times. with just his fingers.
he had wanted to learn to pleasure a woman, and you were more then welcome to aid him in his learning. then you both went silent for a week,
you both never even said goodbye when he left, just long and lustfilled stares were shared that day. you sighed. and grabbed another mug full of ale.
trying hard not to look at him. but you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull. you were sad that you didn’t say goodbye to him when he left.
but the past is in the past, you thought whilst taking another sip of ale. suddenly you felt an arm go across your shoulder. you looked up and seen ubbe lothbrok smiling down drunkly at you.
“hello, ubbe” you giggled as he almost stumbled on to you. he laughed and started to pet at your hair. “hello, pretty, pretty girl”.
you knew ubbe wouldn’t try anything with you, you and him were closer then any brother or sister. he loved you and you him.
“what is such a pretty girl doing by herself?” he slurred lightly taking a large gulp of his drink. you couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker to ivar.
who was watching the both of you with a hard glare. ubbe took notice to this and snorted loudly, some of his drink dripping down his chin.
“aaahh. i see” he teased squeezing you closer to him. you looked at him confused “see what?” you questioned. he leaned in to your ear and whispered
“i thought ivars love was one sided, but i guess i was wrong”. he walked away from you, almost skipping. you grabbed his hand and brought him closer to you before he could leave.
“what do you mean?”. he laughed loudly almost spilling his drink “i feel you becoming wet as we speak about him, love” his words made you blush mad.
“you know, he touched himself quite frequntly on that boat, (y/n). he never did that until he was away with you that one night” ubbe said tapping his chin acting as if he was in deep thought.
you groaned lowly and squeezed your eyes shut. you know nothing could get past the second oldest. ubbe forced you to look at him.
“i’d make a move, love. now. before you regret something. and i’d better make a move also or ivar will strike me dead with his eyes” ubbe said, spitting out the last words
then ran over to margarethe, sweeping her into his arms with a loud yell.
ubbes words sunk in, but how?, how could you approach ivar now?. currently he was surrounded by the biggest men in kattegat, all of them asking about the raid and win.
with a deep sadness in your heart, you left the hall.
the beaches sand was soft between your toes as you walked along the water. the bottom of your dress was completely soaked, but you could care less.
you looked like something from a different planet. the way the moon reflected off your head made an almost golden halo around you, your white dress blew about your body, and hugged your figure perfectly.
you stopped and stared out at the water, which looked to inviting for its own good. you gently made your way into the icy water.
you took in a deep inhail of breath as the water reached your waist. you could feel the fish under the water swarm your feet and legs, you closed your eyes and
pointed your face towards the sky. the wind around you made lovely goosebumps swarm your skin. faintly you could hear the sound of a beautiful norse song being played.
you couldn’t help but start to sway your hips to the sound. you raised your arms high and twirled your whole body in the water. your hair flew around in the wind and flowed down your shoulders and back.
you bit your lip and started dipping your backside in the water, the action making you gasp and do it again. what you didn’t know was there was a pair of excited eyes watching you as you danced.
when you were tiered you decided to walk back to shore, the cold air on your now damp skin making your nipples erect and skin tightning.
you stopped mid stride when you heard the sound of brush being tampered with. you stood perfectly still for a moment ignoring the way your body was starting to shake from the cold.
you then shook it off and was about to walk forward until an axe flew past your head and into the wood of the boat behind you.
you were alone and no weapon in your grasp, the axe was to tightly lodged into the wood for you to grab. you ran. of course running into the woods was the worst idea
but you had to get away. sharp branches near by scratched your pure and untouched skin as you ran by, you nearly tripped over a log but managed to get over it and run even faster then before.
you clutched the bottom of your dress tightly as the woods became more dense and thick. thankfully the moon was still present through the trees, allowing
some light to guide you. suddenly you could see a small clearing with a creek coming up close. you smiled and giggled doing a small spin mid run.
it felt good.
just as you were about to make it, something caught your foot. causing you to trip. your head and body hit the hard earth beneathe you causing the breath to be knocked from you.
you turned over on to your back, you seen a tree root wrapped around your foot.
it was silent in the cold night air, just the sounds of your harsh pants were echoing off the trees. suddenly you could hear slithering on the ground, crunching the twigs and leaves.
but what could you do?, it was dark, and you were stuck. you laid there quietly closing your eyes tightly and bit your lip.
crunch, crack, crunch, crack. it was getting closer.
then it was all quiet again-
“what do we have here?
PART2 ???? IF SO LET ME KNOW and if not feel free to request anything you want, lots of love and thanks from me<3
Summary: Grayson and reader are best friends who have feelings for each other blahblahblah
Note: This is my first imagine ever, and I only wrote it because the concept has been nagging at my brain for like 3 days so please bear with me. I’m sorry the ending sucks, I couldn’t think of anything better. This is precisely why I don’t write. Anyway, hope you enjoy somewhat lmao. PS - sorry for any spelling/grammar errors, it’s 1AM
You laid in the hotel bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the sound of Grayson’s loud snoring. You glanced at the digital clock sitting on the bedside table. 3:47AM. You had been in bed since 10:30PM, and you had yet to fall asleep. Ethan and Grayson had gotten to the hotel room around midnight, and they both immediately passed out, exhausted from their show. You were just as exhausted as them, but your thoughts wouldn’t let you sleep. All you could think about was how out of control your feelings for Grayson had gotten.
You had met Grayson at a Starbucks in New Jersey about a year ago. You were standing in front of him and Ethan in a line that trailed out of the coffee shop and into the street. You waited for what felt like hours for your caramel frappuccino. Turns out, Grayson had ordered the same thing, so your drinks came out at around the same time. As you both went to grab your drinks, Grayson pulled out his phone and held the camera out in front of the two of you. You had no idea what was going on until he said, “Selfieeee,” and snapped a picture. You laughed, still confused as to what had just transpired. He clarified that his brother had dared him to do it, and he thanked you for being a good sport about it. You two clicked, and you had been best friends ever since.
However, somewhere along the way, your feelings for Grayson had changed. You almost didn’t notice it. In fact, it was Ethan who pointed it out to you. It was 1:30AM on a summer night. You were in the living room of the twins’ apartment, cleaning up the popcorn that you and Grayson had pelted at each other about 10 minutes before. Grayson had gone to take a shower to get all of the butter and salt off of his body. You were smiling to yourself while cleaning. Ethan, who was straightening up the couch cushions, noticed. “God, when are you guys just going to tell each other?” he muttered. You crinkled your eyebrows in confusion. “Tell each other what,” you asked. Ethan gave you the side eye and began explaining. “You guys totally have a thing for each other, Y/N. Don’t try to deny it because anyone with eyes can see it. You both light up when you’re around each other. It’s obvious there is something there,” he finished, exasperated. You had never thought about it. You had always thought that Grayson was just your best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t realize until that moment that your feelings towards Grayson really had changed. Was Ethan right about him feeling the same?
You were startled out of your daze when Grayson let out an extra loud snore. You laid in bed for a few more minutes until, finally, you sat up and decided to go take a walk on the beach. You swapped out your long pajama pants for a pair of Nike shorts. As you were about to leave, you heard a whisper. “Where are you going, Y/N,” Grayson asked, his voice hoarse from the deep sleep he had previously been in. “I think I’m going to go take a walk on the beach,” you whispered, “I didn’t mean to wake you.” Grayson quickly jumped up and slipped on a shirt. “I’m coming with you,” he said. You didn’t object.
You both headed out the door and made your way down the long hallway leading to the elevator. When it finally opened, you hopped in and pressed the button that would take you to the lobby. Grayson had been silent the whole time, and you didn’t intend on breaking it, as it was a peaceful silence. The elevator opened, and the two of you made your way through the lobby and out the door leading to the beach. As you approached the cool sand, you removed your flip flops. You and Grayson began walking down the beach, your arms swinging. Occasionally, his hand would brush against yours, and you would contemplate grabbing it. Ultimately, you decided against it, remembering that the two of you were just friends.
You were dragged out of your thoughts of unreciprocated feelings by the devil himself. He was pulling on your arm, urging you to get in the water with him. “Absolutely not,” you said sternly, “I don’t fuck with the ocean.” It was true, you were afraid of the ocean. You didn’t even want to imagine what kind of scary creatures there were lurking around underwater, especially at night. “Come on, Y/N,” Grayson insisted, “when are you ever going to look back and remember the time you DIDN’T come night swimming with me?” You sighed deeply and let out a quiet, “Never.” “What was that,” Grayson joked. “Never,” you admitted grumpily. “Well then, let’s go,” Grayson said, tugging on your arm once more. “Wait, I don’t have a swim suit, Gray,” you said, hoping this would get you out of your predicament. “You’re not getting out of this that easily, Y/N. Just go in your bra and underwear. Come on, it’ll be fun.” With that, he stripped down to his boxers and took off into the water. You were about to give in and start stripping when you realized you weren’t wearing a bra. After a five minute battle with your conscience, you finally decided to just go for it. You removed your shirt and shorts, hoping Grayson wouldn’t look until you were completely submerged in the ocean water. Luckily, he didn’t.
You waded out to where Grayson was standing, the water reaching just under his chest. For you, this meant the water was right under your chin. He turned around when he heard you behind him. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it,” he asked, looking back at the sky. You realized you were so distracted by your insecurity that you barely noticed the full moon glistening over the ocean water. You gaped at the sight. “It’s stunning,” you muttered in awe. Grayson was smiling. In fact, he was smiling so big that you just had to ask, “What are you smiling about, Gray?” He breathed a happy sigh, “I’m just really content with my life right now, ya know?” “What do you mean,” you asked, genuinely curious. “I’m traveling the world with my twin brother and my favorite girl and meeting so many fans while doing it. What more could I ask for,” he questioned, gazing at the moon. “Not much, I guess,” you said jokingly. He chuckled. As you stared at Grayson, who was still admiring the full moon with a ghost of a smile on his face, you realized just how much you truly loved him.
Before you could say anything, Grayson spoke. “I never want this to end,” he whispered. You were confused as to what he meant. “Do you mean tour,” you asked. “No,” he said, turning to look at you, “I mean this. Right here, right now. I have a beautiful view and a beautiful girl in front of me. I never want this to end.” You smiled up at him, hoping the dark sky would hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks. You reached up and latched your arms around his neck. You could tell he was surprised to feel your naked chest against him, but he didn’t mind. You laid your head on his chest as he tangled his hands in your wet hair. You gently rocked back and forth, making ripples in the water. After awhile, you felt his heartbeat pick up, and he started to speak.
“Hey, Y/N,” he whispered, his heart beating faster by the minute. “Yeah, Gray,” you asked quietly. “I love you,” he uttered, looking at you, “I mean I really love you. I think about you every second of everyday. I can’t seem to shift my thoughts to anything other than your beautiful smile, or your contagious laugh, or your Y/E/C eyes that I could just get lost in. You have me smiling every second that I’m with you, and I’ve never had that with anyone else. I know we’re supposed to be best friends, but God, I love you, Y/N.” You smiled up at him and whispered, “I love you, too, Grayson.”
Just like the over littered ocean we have today a Pisces moon gets all the negative energy and problems thrown at them as if it’s trash. People don’t necessarily do this out of bad intentions it’s just that Pisces Moons have a natural sense of energies and when they sense bad energies and problems they want to fix that. They are extremely helpful and open to other people’s problems and troubles. Pisces Moons essentially wants to save the world. They try to do this by helping people around them. They have an incredibly big and caring heart that many people are attracted to because they feel appreciated and listened to. However some people can forget the Pisces Moon’s own feelings and completely take advantage of their caring nature. Pisces Moon can therefore be the victim of heartbreak when they give so much more than the other person who leaves them with nothing in return. It’s important that a Pisces Moon try to protect themselves from all these negative energies that surrounds them and attracts them and don’t become a sponge to everybody else’s problems and feelings. You are fantastic at helping and caring for others but don’t let yourself get taken advantage of, leave the situation or person when you’re the only one that’s giving. A person that respects your sensitivity and doesn’t take advantage of it are ideal for a Pisces Moon.
Pisces Moons are the biggest romantics. You want to believe in the fairytale and therefore you love deeply. Some might think you are naive because of this but you are like Scorpio Moon a super intuitive person that can immediately sense when a person or situation are good or bad. Pisces Moons however don’t close themselves up to harmful or seemingly dangerous people like the Scorpio Moon that closes up and becomes defensive very quickly. Pisces Moons are very open. The thing that makes Pisces Moons stay with these bad influences are their eager to help the world which can end up hurting you in the long run because you can’t save everyone.
Not only are Pisces Moons romantics but they are also huge daydreamers and can be very much in their own heads. They usually go in and out of the physical world by for example meditating, practicing arts, listening to music or anything that helps them detach from the physical world. Their imagination are extremely vivid and strong. Because of this you enjoy doing things that activate your incredible imagination, such things as drawing, writing, photographing and other artsy hobbies. They need to express themselves emotionally and connect emotionally. This can make them huge nature lovers because they enjoy connecting to the world. Going into your own mind makes you comfortable and at home. Pisces Moon enjoy being alone with their own minds which can calm them. They have a need to retreat when reality becomes too real or hostile. Pisces Moons are incredibly soft people and when they sense too much negativity and confusion around them they become very drained.
A Pisces Moon has a great intuitive quality and is also very spiritual. They aren’t necessarily religious but they do have a sense of being in touch with something greater than themselves. Something that humans can’t explain by science or haven’t yet figured out. Pisces Moons live their life on how their feeling. Feelings are what drives a Pisces Moon. Compassion for the world and a passion for wanting to understand the universe. You have this intense feeling of just knowing things. Pisces Moons can sense good or bad. You are actively trying to find the deep meaning behind it all. Because of this you can be very open to unconventional ways of living your life.
They are one of the most understanding Moon sign. It’s hard to offend a Pisces Moon because they are so openminded and acceptive. You have a strong patience for other people’s misstakes flaws. Pisces Moons can love unconditionally but are also naturally open and acceptive towards other people. This can make it hard for you to truly face the harsh reality of some people. In romantic relationships you might put your partner on a piedestal and think of them being perfect until they break this illusion and it hits you hard.
Due to society’s gender norms and stereotypes a guy might feel as if this placement is harder than a girl with her Moon in Pisces. Guys are normally supposed to be harsh and not sensitive in our society which can make having Pisces Moon as a guy frustrating and suffocating when they have to live up to a uncaring ideal that they can’t relate to. If they are too affected by this stereotype guys might repress their natural caring side and intuition and completely shut down. They may become negative towards deep and emotional subjects in their life because they don’t want to reveal their extremely deep and emotional side.
Pisces Moons are the faith of the world. They are the optimists and the people that think the world is gonna have peace. At least they try to think this. When their daydreams and hopes become crushed by the sometimes harsh reality they retreat into their own imaginative worlds to gather strength to face it again. It’s important that Pisces Moons finds strength in their sensitivity and compassion and don’t give this wonderful gift away to just anyone and everybody. And also that they don’t get stuck in their own world and actually accept the now and present, whether or not it’s all happy and rainbows.
Lance hummed quietly to himself as he sat on the beach of the alien planet, idly watching the planet’s moon rising over the peaceful lapping waves of the blue gray ocean. Another diplomatic mission, another break to relax after fighting the Galra.
They’d lucked out on this planet, with breathable air and similarities to Earth, like the foliage, the inhabitants and most importantly to the Blue Paladin, bodies of water, a teal colored ocean. Though Lance liked socializing, he had really missed seeing waves lap against the sand, Varadero beach or an alien planet.
Which was why he’d snuck out of the Castle that night, taking Blue down to the edge where the water met the beige sand. He was now currently sitting with his feet in the water, legs drawn up against his chest, chin resting on his knees and not caring that his robe was getting wet from the sea spray.
His humming faded into an old Spanish lullaby his Mamá used to sing to him as a child, the tune both comforting him yet bolstering his homesickness. Blue rumbled worriedly behind him, and he tilted his head with a slight smile.
“I’m okay, Beautiful. Just missing a pretty lady who reminds me of you.” Lance murmured, still staring at the water, now shining with the stars reflecting as if from a glass mirror.
He got so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice when the Black Lion landed silently a few yards behind Blue, the pilot clambering out and jogging over to Lance’s location with an air of concern.
“Lance? What are you doing out here so late?” Lance looked up, a startled blush rippling across his cheeks as he took in a moonlit Shiro. It made the bigger man look almost ethereal, soft pale silver highlighting his features and shadows dramatizing his face and body as he stepped closer.
Lance said nothing, merely patted the sand next to him and resumed staring at the ocean, still humming the lullaby. Shiro seemed to get the hint and settled down cross legged on the beach, scooting a little closer to his teammate. Lance struggled to hide his blush, grateful it was dark out.
He’d had a crush on the older man since the Garrison days, after all.
“Lance? Are you okay?” Shiro asked again, bless his bleeding heart. Lance merely sighed and carefully moved a little closer, tilting his head and resting it against Shiro’s shoulder.
“I’m good. Just… stay with me for a little while, yeah?” Lance murmured, and he felt Shiro shift a little to get more comfortable.
“Of course, as long as you need.”
I kinda struggled on this? Does this count as fluffy enough? I don’t really see it as sad or angsty, more like solemn? I tried though!!!!!! Happy Shance Fluff Week! @shancefluffweek
A/N: Hey lol this is the first time I post an imagine on here xD So uhm this is for all the Salazar fans :)
Warnings: Smut and Spanish language
You woke up beside your beloved. It was late at night but you couldn’t get yourself to go back to sleep so you decided you would get up and take in some fresh night air.
You slowly got up, you made sure not to do any sound. You didn’t want to wake Armando, who was sleeping cozingly in your bed. You went to leave but suddenly stopped. Salazar’s black and white stripped coat was just hanging on the back of the door. Salazar never really let you wear it but you wanted it all the time. You used to beg on your knees but he would always say ‘no’ so, eventually you stopped. You thought it was the perfect time to ‘steal’ it since Salazar and all the crew was sleeping, so you took it and left.
You walked up to the governing board and lean over the railing of the ship. You admire the reflect of the moon over the ocean. Its white light shining over the whole ship. It was truly beautiful. It was so calm. There was no wind. All that could be heard was the rocking of the ship. You closed your eyes and took in the calmness of the ocean.
“So querido, you finally got to steal my jacket didn’t you?” Armando said from behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.
“Mmmhh” you responded, leaning in to his touch.
“I must say, my coat makes you irresistible” you turned around to meet his beautiful pale brown eyes.
“So mi amor, does that mean I can wear it more often?” you asked teasingly.
“Si” he responded, before leaning down to kiss you softly. You kissed back, deepening it. His grip on your waist tightened.
“Mi amor…” he said between kisses, “are my…. only… weakness”
A smirk grew on your face. You pulled a way, reluctantly.
“Am I now?” You teased.
“Si” He groaned. Suddenly he swiped you off your feet and took you in his arms, bridal style. You giggled at the sudden gesture. He carried you back to your room and gently placed you on the bed you both were sharing. He climbed over you, hovering over you.
“You have no idea how much I… love… you” He said in between kisses he planted on your neck
“Oh I think I do, querido” You responded, making him leave a love bit on your sweet spot. You gasp as he did so.
Your fingers found their way to his hair. Your fingers entwined with his locks. He groaned at the feeling. He made his way down to your collar bone. He stopped when he couldn’t go further down because your shirt was in the way.
You sat up. He took off his coat over your shoulders and proceeded with your shirt, leaving you just in your bra and pants.
You lean up to his ear and whispered, “Mi amor, ven y juega conmigo”
He kissed you and roughly pushed you down on the bed. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside. His lips crashed with yours once more. Your hands roamed up and down his muscular chest until they found their way to his pants. You unzipped them and he took them off, leaving him in just his boxers. He unzipped yours and command you to lift your hips so he could take your pants off. He leaned down and took of your bra, leaving the both of you naked.
“Y/n, you are beautiful” He almost whispered.
He took one of your breast in his hand and squeezed it hard and sucked on the other, making you moan.
“Capitán… Please” You almosy begged.
“Patience, mi amor”
“Please…” You begged once more.
“Tú ganar” He responded with a smirk.
He aligned himself with you. He roughly pushed himself inside of you. You screamed in both pain and pleasure. Salazar starts to roughly thrust inside of you, not letting yo adjust to his size. You moan Armando’s last name.
“Scream my name amor”
“SALAZAR” You scream. You don’t care if the whole crew can hear you. Salazar goes faster and harder until all his length is in you.
Whenever you called him Salazar instead of Armando, it made him weak. He loved it.
“S-SALAZAR PLEASE” You panted out of breath. You were close and he knew it. He bit down at your collar bone, leaving a huge mark which was gonna show.
He thrusted a few more times before you came. He came inside of you.
He removed himself out of you and crashed on the bed beside you. You were both out of breath.
“You know querido, I love you” He said.
“Mi amor, I do too. Nothing will ever seperate us” You replied. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest. You buried your face in the crock of his neck and doze off.
Open when you… Had a bad day :-( There were some days where Percy felt so bad about the day so far that he would just shut off his responsibilities and stay in his cabin and lie in bed. He loved reading the letters you gave him and each time he opened one, you would replace it so he’d keep his Percyiness. This time when he came back, he flopped on his bed and reached for the stack of letters on his nightstand. He pulled the knot that tied them together and shuffled through them. He usually wouldn’t need to look at the letters if he had you around, but you were busy with your own responsibilities and didn’t need Percy around to distract you and get you into trouble. So he found the bright neon green letter and opened with a sigh of relief that you’d replaced it. He unfolded the paper and read the words carefully, taking them all to heart.
Hey Nemo, so you had a bad day huh? I’m sorry I can’t be there to comfort you, and I’m sure whatever I’m doing is pretty stupid. Whether it be responsibilities or another war going on, I love you and it’ll all be okay soon. I want you to know that people can and will help you out on things, Perce, all you need to do is ask. If you need me so badly right now, just go and grab my hand, give it a gentle squeeze, and I’ll come cuddle with you.
Love you forever~ Y/n
And that’s just what he would do. He found out from Chiron that you were currently out canoeing with some new campers out on the water. Percy sighed at the edge of the shore, staring out a the distant canoe. He willed the water not to wet him as he stepped out into the ocean and waded out towards you. He swam the rest of the way in quick strokes, meeting the underside of the canoe within minutes. He swam upwards and poked his head out of the water, He stared at you and only you, your shocked expression and the amazed expressions of the campers as they shouted, “ So cool! ” “ Is that a merman? ” He reached his arm over the side of the canoe and grabbed your hand, squeezing it gently. Realization flooded your face as you nodded slowly at his pained face. You quickly apologized to the young campers and followed Percy into the water and back to shore. You’d deal with the punishment later, your boyfriend needs you to cuddle with him and make the bad day a good day. Open when you… are worried about me You had gone out a on quest a few weeks ago and still haven’t returned, making Percy extremely worried about you. Chiron warned him that it would take a week or two to complete this quest successfully, but it’s been three weeks. Now on the flip side you were doing well, just slowed down a little because of your college’s broken leg caused by the Hydra you an away from. You were sure it had only been a week and a half, but I guess time passes quickly when you’re chasing a stupid medallion for the war god. You were in fact, struggling through the woods surrounding the camp, carrying the wounded boy on your shoulder. Percy paced around the arena in slight panic, he thought about going after you himself, swinging Riptide in his hand he randomly stabbed nearby training dummies in the stomachs. He let out a frustrated groan and ran a hand through his hair, falling back on the dirt ground, turning the sword back into a ballpoint pen. With a shaky breath he pulled out the baby blue paper he’d looked at more than fifty times in three weeks.
So you’re worried huh? Well listen up Shark Boy, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’m a big girl now, I can tie my shoelaces and everything. I’m sorry for worrying you so much… I promise to give lots of kisses when I come back! Don’t you dare come after me, wherever I am I need to be there. Just don’t give up faith on me, you hear me Jackson? I love you from over the mountains, across the oceans, and to the moon.
~ Yours truly, Y/n
He stared at the last line with tears brimming his eyes, that was the words she would say to reassure him. This time when he read the letter, he ignored the part about not coming after you. He was done, it’s time for you to come home. He shoved the letter and Riptide back into his pocket, stood up from his seat on the ground and took off towards the camp entrance, he didn’t bother packing anything, he mind was set on finding you. Lucky enough, you were just coming through the gateway when Will Solace spotted you and called for help. He took your friend off to the infirmary to get his injury’s looked at. You let out a loud sigh and sunk down against the entrance pillar, placing your head in your hands. You were exhausted from the long journey and reeked of Hydra slime. Percy stopped dead in his tracks, his mind went from running off to gripping you tight and not letting you go. He rushed forwards, a grin spreading across his face as he clung to you. You gasped lightly at the sudden contact, your instincts kicked in and you ended up pinning him to the ground with a dagger to his throat. He was surprised but he still had that goofy grin spread across his face, even though you almost killed him. You let out a breathy laugh as you dropped the dagger to the side and hugged him tightly. It was a weird sight for other campers but for the two of you, you were the only people on earth.
Princess Aria makes a deal with the sea witch. Three months to get the prince to propose marriage or suffer a fate worse than death. But as she gets closer to her deadline, she finds the prince not what she expected, a sailor that steals her heart and a merman who always had it. Can she find a happiness and fulfill the deal before time runs out?
Characters: Steve Rogers/OC, Bucky Barnes/OC, eventually Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/OC
Some angst, light smut…more to come
A/N: My second contribution to @neversatisfiedgirl‘s LoveSexMagic Challenge. This one didn’t turn out how I was expecting it too. And will extend beyond the challenge and can be read on AO3 here. And thanks to @angryschnauzer for the beautiful moodboard.
Three months ago. ‘You have three days to get the prince to propose marriage.’ ‘Three days?! You can’t be serious. Three months.’ ‘You came to me, princess. You’re not really in a position to bargain.’ ‘I don’t want to be human that bad. I’m not stupid. Human males aren’t that different from mermen. I can get him to mate me but marriage is a completely different thing.’ The sea witch sighed and twirled her fingers through her tentacles. ‘Fine, three months. You have until the third full moon from tomorrow night’s.’ ‘And if I fail?’ ‘There are things worse than death.’ ‘Fine. Deal.’
Hi again! 😊 Alrighty, so this piece was actually something I started months ago and ended up abandoning for a while (like seriously, I didn’t think I would ever actually be able to finish it). After reading the last chapter of Endless Summer I finally had some inspiration, it reminded me of how adorable Sean and MC are together. **This story would actually be set somewhere in book one, a little before everything goes totally batshit crazy.**
Pairing: Sean x MC (Endless Summer) Rating: NSFW/Mature (This is easily the most descriptive and like smutty fic I’ve written so idk enjoy hopefully lmao 😘) Word count: 2,157
Do You Trust Me?
You walk down the hallway of the Celestial, unable to sleep. Night after night, it’s the same strange dreams. Sometimes they feel so real, you wake up not realizing you had ever closed your eyes.
The quiet hotel is even more eerily silent in the early morning hours. The only sound you hear is the soft pacing of your own feet. As you wind a route through the hallways, you hear movement ahead of you, and look up see Sean walking your direction from the other end of the hall.
“Fancy meeting you here,” you quietly call out.
Sean raises his head, and smiles when he sees you. “I never thought I’d run into anyone at this time of night. I was just heading back to my room; I needed to go for a walk to clear my head.” When the two of you finally meet, he looks at you with eyebrow raised. “What about you, what are you doing up and walking around?”
You take in a deep breath, then sigh heavily. “Bad dreams. They’re not all bad, I guess but… almost always unsettling, at least.”
“Do you want some company? We’re close to my room if you want to hang out there for a while.” You look up at him and you can see the concern in his eyes.
“Actually, that sounds really nice. Thank you, Sean.”
“Hey, no problem! It’s just a few doors down, this way.” He walks past you, lightly taking hold of your elbow, guiding you along with him.
Once in Sean’s room, you walk straight to the over sized window. The moon reflects off the calm waters of the ocean below, making the trees, the sand, the entire island seem to glow. “It’s beautiful here… too bad it’s also complete insanity.”
Sean walks up beside you, barely making a sound along the way. “You got that right,” he responds. “Sometimes it makes it hard to keep the truth straight. It’s getting harder to figure out who you can or can’t trust, you know?”
You turn to face Sean. The moonlight illuminates his face, and you can see he’s already deep in thought. “Sean… can I admit something to you?”
He quickly looks to you, a flash of panic crosses his eyes. “Uh, sure, go ahead,” he says, hesitating for just a moment.
“That day the group of us went out looking for the bunker, I…” you pause, unsure how to say exactly what you want to tell him. “We came across an office, and there were security cameras everywhere – even in the bedrooms.”
His eyebrows crease, but he doesn’t interrupt.
“I saw a conversation between you and Michelle. I… I know you think she may have cheated on you.”
Sean’s eyes widen and his mouth slacks open. “Oh… you know about that?” Suddenly, all expression has left his face, and his eyes fall to the floor.
“I just want to tell you that I know it probably makes it a lot harder to trust people after something like that, but we all have your back. We’ll get out of this together.”
His eyes meet yours momentarily, and his expression softens, but he stays silent as they drift again to the carpet.
“Sean…” you reach out, resting a hand on his arm. “Do you trust me?”
He looks back to you and holds your gaze for a long moment. “Yes.” His voice is sure, the most so you’ve heard in days. The intensity of his response takes you by surprise, and sends a shiver down your spine. “More than anyone else here, and honestly, more than most people I’ve met throughout my life.” He turns to fully face you, taking your hand from his arm to hold it in his. Without saying another word, he slowly, almost hesitantly, steps forward, closing most of the distance between you. He watches your face as he moves, reading your expression.
Your eyes can’t help but stray to Sean’s mouth as he approaches, and you inhale sharply, realizing how close he’s gotten to you. “Are you sure?”
A soft smile breaks across his face. “Absolutely.” He slides his hands around your waist, resting them on your lower back, then pulls you closer to him until your chests are pressed together and your faces are only inches apart.
Bringing yourself up on your tip toes, you close the final distance and kiss him. It starts slow and sweet, but soon you’re both swept up in the heat of the moment. All the emotions, all of the stresses from the time you’ve been on La Huerta, are melting away with the warmth of his touch.
He begins to walk you backwards while continuing to kiss you intently, leading you both towards the bed. A moment later you feel the mattress hit the back of your knees. He brings one hand to your neck, gently tilting your chin up to plant fervent kisses from your throat back up to your mouth.
Sean suddenly pulls away from you, leaving a feeling of longing on your lips. “Can I admit something to you now?”
You focus on his words the best you can, but your mind is swimming as the desire to be close to him nearly overtakes your thoughts. “Mmhm,” you manage to moan as he places a feather light kiss on your lips.
“I’ve wanted you since our first night on the island.” He leans to plant soft kisses along your jaw, moving slowly back down your neck. “When we were at the pool, playing games and drinking, that was the most fun I’ve had on this trip.” He moves his mouth lower still to the skin just peeking out over your shirt, causing your head to tilt back. You close your eyes, focusing only on Sean – his words, the feel of his lips, the movements of his hands.
“If it wasn’t for the saber tooth scare, who knows what could have happened that night?” You can’t help but chuckle as he brings his face back up to yours. Slowly he begins to guide you lower, until you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. You lie back as he leans forward and holds himself over you.
“I’m pretty sure we both know what could have happened that night,” you say, your voice breathless. You reach up and put one hand on the back of his neck, no longer wanting or caring to hold yourself back. Your mouths crash together in a frantic kiss while your other hand stretches down to the hem of his shirt and begins to pull it up toward his head.
Sean lifts his arms, allowing his shirt to slide up past his shoulders before it finally lands on the floor. You take in the sight of his bare torso, illuminated by moonlight, each muscle highlighted in the perfect way. “God, you’re so hot,” you exclaim, unable to contain your eagerness as your eyes drift from his biceps, down his chest, and over his abs. Your cheeks burn red. “I guess that was a little blunt, sorry,” you say, your eyes darting to the side.
Sean grins as he brings his mouth to yours and kisses you softly. “You’re pretty hot too,” he breathes against your ear, his hand sliding under your shirt and up your stomach. You shudder against his touch as he lightly continues to bring his hand higher, until his fingertips are massaging your breast.
Soon, he brings his hands down again to remove your shirt completely. His head dips to tenderly kiss your collar bone and continues down lower to a spot just above the top of your pajama pants. He hooks his fingers under the fabric and lifts just enough to maneuver them down over the length of your legs. As he brings himself up to meet you again, his fingers lightly graze your calves, your thighs, and higher still.
His hand slides between your legs and lightly caresses your center, causing your back to instinctively arch at his touch. His fingers trace delicate circles against your skin as his free hand coils under your back to pull your body back up to a sitting position. After another quick kiss, he kneels on the rug and positions himself between your feet, the tips of his fingers never leaving you.
You tilt your head back and close your eyes, biting your lower lip to suppress the sounds rising in your throat. Your hips rock against his hand as the electricity growing inside you begins to coarse through your body. Lost in the feeling radiating at your core, you’re taken by surprise when you feel Sean’s lips graze your inner thigh. A sharp gasp escapes your mouth as he brings his to meet his fingers causing you to fall back, collapsing on the bed.
He gently slips his fingers deeper, his tongue still lapping at your wetness. His fingers curl inside you, finding your most sensitive spot, and quickly bring you to the edge of dissolving. Before you’re able to finish, he removes his hand from between your legs. He stands to unbutton his pants and pushes them down with his boxers before climbing into bed and immediately bringing his mouth to yours. He presses his lips hard against yours, eager for you to taste yourself on his lips.
His knees clear the way to settle between yours and he kisses you passionately as his hands tangle in your hair. Your arms reach under his and around to his back, your nails dig into him as you anchor yourself back down from the edge he had led you to.
A quick roll to the side and Sean’s lying on his back holding you on firmly top of him, your legs straddling his hips. The fingers he’s laced in your hair pull gently, separating your mouths and causing a whimper to slip from between your lips. As he moves against you, you can feel his length rubbing between your bodies. “Are you just going to t-tease me all night?” you stumble as he nips at your throat.
“I was thinking about it,” he responds, his voice vibrates against your skin and you feel his lips curl into a smile. Your eyes flutter shut as he continues to gingerly bite at your neck. He untangles his hands from your hair and pulls you higher, cupping your breasts and bringing them to his mouth. He flicks his tongue from one to the other before releasing his grasp and moving his hands down to press his fingers into your backside.
You sit up as he guides your hips to hover over his and finally presses himself into you. Your vision quickly fades into a blur of stars and you moan loudly as Sean’s movements underneath you quickly bring you to climax. You slowly lower yourself to bring your face to his and kiss him heatedly as the shockwaves running through you subside. His pace quickens momentarily before he groans a guttural sound into your mouth and begins to slow again.
You pull your head back slightly and rest your forehead on his, slowly gathering the energy again to reposition yourself. He brings a hand up to push the hair that’s fallen into your eyes behind your ear. “That was fun,” he smiles up to you.
You soon slide yourself down to his side, situating your head on his chest and cradling his knee under yours. “That was fun,” you agree as you lift your eyes to look at him. “We should make sure it isn’t too long until we get to have some more fun together.”
Sean laughs and you can hear it echo in your ear still pressed against him. He slides his hand across his chest to tilt your chin and bring your lips to his, meeting you in a long kiss.
“I can promise you, it won’t be long. Now try to get some sleep. I’ll stay up for a while in case you have any more of those bad dreams.” His arm positioned under your neck comes up behind you as he uses his fingers to brush your hair back from your face.
You settle comfortably into the crook of his arm and listen to the sound of his heartbeat as your eyelids become heavy. You close your eyes, not quite asleep, and focus on the feeling of his skin against yours. The warmth radiating from him comforts you as drift to sleep, somehow certain you’ll get a break from the dreams that have been haunting you.
The last thing you feel before finally dozing off is Sean’s hand, strong against your back and he pulls you closer to his side. His opposite hand reaches over and he laces his fingers together, wrapping you tight in his arms. He kisses the top of your head lightly, knowing you’ve already fallen asleep, and whispers against your hair, “Sleep well… I’m here for you.”
Always take notice of how your mood and mindset changes during a full moon or every time the moon transits into the next zodiac sign. The moon is obviously well known for being in charge of the ocean and it’s tides and yet the human body is made up of 75% of water. With that being said, if the moon is very much in charge of the ocean, then with every new moon phase or sign transit, the moon has just as much influence over our bodies as it does the ocean, connecting us all into one.