#Shockwave. surprisingly

[loserrofthecentury]

DECEPTICONS,ATTACK!

(Finally. I’ve finished.)

#transformers #starscream #art #artists on tumblr #humansformers #megatron #soundwave #shockwave #they’re all sapphics here #shockwave is the bisexual. the rest are lesbians #butch megatron and Soundwave supremacy #surprisingly megatron’s my favourite here #but shockwave’s design is cool too #decepticons

[whatudottu]

Do you ever think about the differences between our cars and planes and think about how they'd apply to cybertronian physiology?

I'm by no means an expert on anything mechanical nor engineering but I at least know the very vague basics. And by basics I don't fully mean 'well one's on the ground the other flies' stuff I mean stuff like how one's alt changes their root's armour.

Like, if you pop open the hood of a car you can through all the machinery see the ground below, and depending on the car you can see bigger or smaller gaps. Planes of all sorts are practically surrounded in outer plating, the only gaps being along servos and if you've got a jet you get that extra little intake. And tanks are all around a complete hull, and in fact kinda come in multiple hulls strapped together.

And considering that the scale relative to one another (car -> tank -> plane) it would make sense that fliers' sizes are quite similar to their alt modes, the interconnected machinery in tank joints just extend for a bigger rootmode, and civframe grounders would puff out their plating so as to not be completely tiny.

I mean I'm not an expert on vehicles but wouldn't that be pretty cool?

#transformers #maccadam #my favourite size difference between cybertronians is tfa since (even if the sizes weren't like consistent across scenes) #the larger size of war vehicles and the smaller more commercial use of civilian vehicles seems to be idk if 'realistic' is the right word #i guess the suspension of disbelief isn't pushed because 'oh ya totally a bomber jet mode can hide a towering beast of a mech' #nor is a motorbike like idk 3-4 times the size when it stands on two feet #(i mean technically it's not perfect because prowl is not smaller than bumblebee but that's why it's a suspension of disbelief) #it's also a reason why i think the twink version of shockwave while he was still a tank makes sense to me #because tanks are surprisingly smaller than what you think they'd be (more so compared to jets and stuff) #so shockers being a thin lanky bot with a huge separation between his tank kibble just makes sense to me #(when i was showing screenshots of tfp to my military vehicle guys they kept commenting how shockwave was a strangely big tank lmao)

[mjdrawsalot]

made some flying ShockWaves out of professional wrestler photos 😂

#basketball players are also surprisingly good ref for superheroes #my art #cypher redux #webcomics #original characters #ocs #oc finn #oc shockwave

[shockwavve]

Bringing this one over from my twitter bc i thought it was funny

#i was gonna fucking take him in to stim with and i left him behind #so instead he just sat in the car for 45 minutes hshdbskskdh #SURPRISINGLY DESPITE BEING METAL HE DID NOT GET HOT #tiny shockwaves misadventures #shockwave #transformers

[miupow]

[ 7:45 pm ] - c. seungcheol

── ★ [ 💭 ] NSFW, MDNI! pure smut, dom!cheol, sub!fem!reader, oral (f. rec), voyeurism + exhibitionism, jeonghan and joshua mention, nasty nasty filth. 700 words

based on a request from my beloved @the-quiet-nerd-guy ♡

“cheol, the door—!” you gasp, hand desperately grasping seungcheol’s hair as he nuzzled your breasts. he blinks his pretty brown eyes up at you, gaze soft as a caress, so lovestruck and innocent for his dirty actions; tired of your teasing, in a second he had pulled you through the door and folded in half on the mattress, his thick arms caging you flush against his chest and his rough hands quick in tearing you out of your clothes. with your body bare and your legs slung over his shoulders, seungcheol presses wet kisses across the flushed peaks of your tits, pink tongue peaking out to tease at your puffy nipples before skating across your hot skin. you tangle your fingers in the hairs at the base of his neck, whimpering desperately as he begins to mark his way down your chest and tummy with pretty purple bruises.

in his rush to get you alone seungcheol had left the door wide open, soft light from the living room shining and illuminating your figures. it was something he was often guilty of, and something you normally wouldn’t mind, but jeonghan and joshua sat just feet away on the couch, blissfully unaware of where seungcheol had dragged you off to and for why. you could hear their muffled voices chatting amongst themselves, too low to understand, and a surprisingly delicious thrill runs hot in your belly from the mischievous smirk seungcheol gives you in response to your whining.

“what about the door, honey?” he croons, deep voice dripping with poisonous honey. One of his big calloused hands sears a path down your trembling stomach to the soft swell of your hips, his pouty lips hot and heavy as they make their way down below your navel. his kisses were always overflowing with a tantalizing possessiveness, a sense of worship that overwhelmed you in the best way. you couldn’t control your pathetic keen of pleasure, tugging urgently at his hair as you throw your head back against the pillows— you desperately wanted to keep quiet, but it was impossible with how seungcheol so effortlessly flooded your body with red hot desire.

“cheol,” you cry out again, your rushed whispers squeaky and broken with arousal. “close the door, they’ll hear—!”

“and i what if i want them to?” seungcheol cuts you off, his head finally dipping down to nose at your soaking cunt, ghost the plush of his lips against your swollen clit. “want them to hear how good i give it to you… you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby? other men listening in on you getting fucked?”

seungcheol’s confession shoots through you like a shockwave, leaves your thighs trembling and your chest heaving— you had not an inkling of an idea that your sweet, gentle and protective boyfriend had such a nasty mind, would ever entertain even the thought of other men in witness to your pleasure… but the idea awakens an all-consuming fire in your belly, one that heats up your skin and drenches your core. “cheol—“ you cry out again, breathless and begging, your thoughts too fragmented to utter anything else except his name.

the long thick fingers that had been caressing over your hip slides down to rub sweet circles against your weeping clit, tease down between your folds to collect your dripping slick. “fuck, i knew you were a slut,” seungcheol hisses, dirty words juxtaposing his loving smile. “would you want them to watch, too? want them to watch you get treated like a whore?” he roughly kisses your clit, slips two of his fingers into your throbbing pussy. your walls clench around them instantly, the stretch nowhere near enough for the rising arousal clouding your senses. “my whore. all mine. let’s let them hear you scream for me, honey.”

his tongue meets his fingers fucking into your messy hole, the wet noises clashing with the ringing in your ears; you wail for release, your hand not tangled in seungcheol’s hair grasping at the bedsheets as your boyfriend begins to eat you out in earnest. you distantly hear the floorboards creak, adjacent to footsteps, and a sickeningly large part of you hopes that it’s jeonghan and joshua.

#ɱเµρσω𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ౨ৎ #lia’s hard hours 🔥 #seventeen x reader #seventeen hard thoughts #seventeen hard hours #seventeen smut #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol hard hours #seungcheol hard thoughts #seungcheol smut #📥.requests #📥: sky!! 🌌

[bits-and-babs]

Im so sorry I didn’t see this till after request were closed but so idk if you gon see this but, f!reader had her nipples pierced? I’m sorry but I feel like price would be obsessed with readers piercings like if she had a tongue piercing too? Manz would go crazy. Smut? Dw if not <33

✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 6: NIPPLE PIERCINGS

cds!john price x recruit!reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: three months into your sas training course, chief directional instructor captain john price drills you on cold-water-shock survival.

cw: f!reader, cold water shock, power imbalance (recruit x directing staff), secret relationship, breast/nipple play, p in v sex, cream pie.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 7: INCUBUS ⇾

It wasn’t as though there hadn’t been sufficient warning, but three years of service in the British army was nowhere near enough to prepare your body for the brutal battering that SAS selection subjected it to. Your blisters had blisters, and your body pulsed with a bone-deep ache every time you managed to crawl into bed upon dismissal. 

You had been sufficiently warned… About everything except this. 

Freezing cold water drips from your nose as you hoist yourself out of the pool at the base of the waterfall. Cold-Water-Shock training was a standard part of SAS selection– the ability to control your own discomfort and maintain a level head whilst also teaching the fundamentals of surviving sub-zero. January weather meant temperature levels were unsurvivable past a handful of seconds, and you could feel why. 

The process was simple. Fully submerge yourself into the icy depths before raising to the surface and keeping your chin above water. Next step; breathe. Regain composure and steady your breathing to fight the effects of cold-shock. Recruitment Staff would then ask you a handful of simple questions to assess competency before heaving you out of the water. 

You’d passed, you felt, with flying colours. The savagery of the otherworldly Brecon Beacons had failed to shake your resolve, answering the questions with ease. Even now, drenched to the bone and involuntarily trembling, you maintained a strong eye contact with Chief Directional Instructor Price as he eyed you with a stern expression. 

It’s momentary— barely there. You’d have missed it had you blinked. Price’s thick eyelashes, made damp by the sleet that had been battering the group all morning, dipped below your face. Sapphire blue irises glint in the low light when they zero in on their target. You hadn’t worn a bra this morning given you’d been forced out of bed at the arse-crack of dawn and expected to be in the van within five minutes… They’d left you little to no choice. 

Regardless of this reasonable explanation, you suddenly begin to regret your decision to forgo the cover, Staff Price gazing at the way your grey t-shirt clings to your pebbled nipples and the exposed shape of the piercing balls either side of each mound. 

“That’ll be all, 16,” he says, that raspy grit to his voice warming you from the inside-out. That fever encroaches on the apples of your cheeks when you realise he’s yet to pull his eyes away. 

“… Yes Staff.”

✦✦✦

“You did that on purpose.”

John’s voice, husky and full, was surprisingly even considering how tight your pussy walls clenched around his thick, veiny cock. You wail quietly at the soft breath that dances across your assaulted skin, nipples so incredibly sensitive. Sucked and nibbled and licked, the tender skin screams when Price drags the flat of his tongue over your pierced nipple with a delighted hum. 

“N-No—“ you choke out, the overstimulation of your nipples sending another shockwave of bliss down your spine. You know you’re squeezing him, because John ruts up into your fluttering pussy with a far less composed groan. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to!”

“You’re not foolin’ anyone, Love,” John murmurs, gently taking your pebbled nipple between his teeth and rolling it. 

You see stars— swirls of technicolour dancing behind your eyelids with how tightly you squeeze them shut against the cataclysmic pleasure that seeps between your thighs. When John jerks his hips up again, you can hear how wet you are. It’s sloppy, disgustingly soaked, and Price loves it. 

“Fuckin’— Hah-“ John moans against the supple flesh of your breast, wrapping his lips around it and sucking on the hypersensitised skin. This time, when you arch your back from the bed with a wail of his name, he begins a slow and leisurely pace with his hips. 

Burying your fingers into the short-crop of his hair, you brace against the ticking bomb of your orgasm as it approaches. Each long stroke of John’s hips makes another disgustingly wet sound, your cunt greedily sucking him in and creaming around his throbbing dick as he flicks his tongue back and forth across your abused nipple. His other palm, battle calloused and rough, squeezed the other breast, thumb equally torturing your second nipple. 

It comes in waves; cresting, crashing tsunamis rather than soft laps of the ocean on a beach. A prickling heat that singes away the Beacon’s icy cold from your toes and creeps up the inside of your thighs. Your heart slams against John’s lips, your hands pushing into the back of his head to keep him there while you chase what could only be described as liquidation. 

“Ohmygod—“ you slur, and it’s as though the edges of your vision blacken. In truth, you’re not sure what you call him as you come apart on his cock, sobbing out a hapless string of garbled noises that don’t sound anything like his name. Toes curling either side of his hips, you fail to brace against the overstimulation that rips violently through you. 

“Fucken’ ‘ell—“ he groans deeply, a guttural growl that seems to vibrate the atoms in the air around you. The deliberate, methodical thrusts of his hips suddenly pitch to a sloppy, desperate gallop. John’s hands grasp the bed sheets so tight you almost hear the threads strain against the pull. 

He cums, coating the inside of your cunt with a rumble of your name that sounds so foreign to your ears with the afterglow buzzing in your eardrums. John continues to fuck you through it, taking pleasure in the way you squirm and squeal and cry until his cum seeps between your legs, coating the inside of your thighs with his seed. 

Sharp, heaving breaths echo in his small quarters, and you’re almost certain that his fellow DS had definitely heard you this time. But when John places his damp forehead to yours, eyes closed as he relishes in the bliss of being so close to you for just a moment longer, you struggle to find it in yourself to worry. 

“You should wear a bra,” John mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips— but missing in the haze of post-orgasm-bliss and settling for a peck on the corner of your mouth. 

“Why?” You muse, still a little breathless as he works his lips down your chin and over your jaw. The gruff, burly Chief of Directing Staff was so affectionate when the door was closed. You knew that this thing you had going on was more serious than a thing when you stopped being anxious about getting caught and being kicked off the course— instead stressing about John offering his tenderness to another recruit. “If this is how you react to seeing me with a wet shirt and no bra, I’ll dunk myself in that water every damn day.”

In a moment of sobriety, John pulls back to look you in the eye. His aquamarine irises hold a heavy seriousness that makes your breath stall for a moment, afraid you’d said something out of line. 

“Love, I completed that whole trainin’ session with a rock hard cock.” 

A beat. 

Just before peals of laughter burst from you. John rolls his eyes, turning onto his back on the mattress. Still, he’s unable to bite back the smile that pulls on his lips.

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[tired-teacher-blog]

If your relationship with Dabi has taught you anything in the course of your years together as a couple, it would be to never announce your imminent orgasm when his head is buried deep between your legs and his tongue is skillfully flicking on the glistening folds of your pussy, and that is because he's a cruel bastard who would stop it in the blink of an eye once you shakily speak your declaration.

He simply cannot help it, emerging slowly to gaze at your tear-streaked cheeks and flushed glowing skin as you whine a plea after another for him to grant you that release only he could ever provide.

He's always been mesmerized by you —the most beautiful thing in his pathetic life, especially in moments like this, and it's a view he wishes to engrave in his head for eternity.

However, that one fateful night you tricked him into believing it was safe to carry on, biting back your usual whimpers and grabbing onto the bedsheets underneath yourself instead of pulling on his hair like you always do, was when you climaxed around his tongue uninterrupted, making it your first win against his ruthless torments.

That one fateful night you braced yourself for a discipline, heaving chest, blurry eyes and afterglow casting a dazzling seductiveness to your captivating beauty as you awaited for him to come into view and growl his dissatisfaction, only for a gasp to escape your throat when he surprisingly kept quiet.

His eyes were wide, lips slightly parted and larynx bobbing as he swallowed thickly. He looked flustered and at loss for words for once.. Interesting.

You failed to understand at first, that catching him off guard like you had done moments before, intensified his already unbearable arousal and unlocked a new fantasy within himself that neither of you knew excited.

The moment you defied him, crashed his head into submission and squeezed your thighs around him tightly so he wouldn't escape until you finally reached a splintering orgasm that rocked your core and shockwaves of pleasure that followed suit, was the moment he knew it wouldn't be the last time he gives in to you.

_ "Focus gorgeous, we're going to do that again."

It shouldn't be the last time he gives in to you.

#not totally satisfied with this tbh #but I've been hit with the urge to write about my favorite villain #so here is a little something #dabi bnha #dabi smut #dabi x reader #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi headcanons #dabi imagine #touya headcanons #touya fluff #toya x reader #touya todoroki #toya x y/n #touya smut #my hero academia imagines #boku no hero imagines #todoroki toya x reader #todoroki touya smut #todoroki touya x you #todoroki touya x reader

[leakyweep]

Smoker x Afab!reader - Stress Relief - NSFW

A/N; I can’t stop thinking about this man railing me in his office so here... slides you this from under the table

Warnings: NSFW; MINORS DNI; afab reader, office sex, boss/assistant, degradation, creampie

Words; 0.6k

Being a Vice Admiral, Smoker needed a bit of help in the office. He had offered you the job after seeing your impressive skills you used to be Crocodile’s former accountant. Your organizational and time management skills were the best he’d seen; and he felt a sense of pride when he thought about how well his assistant performed. 

Not to mention how beautiful you were; and how he noticed those longing stares you would drag down his exposed abs, to his belt- darting back up to his pupils with an innocent look. Smoker had his fair share of glances at your curves, the way your legs looked in those form-fitting pencil skirts, the way your breasts complimented that button up and blazer you always donned.

Never in a million years did you think Smoker would act on his feelings, nor yourself with those butterflies that lived in your stomach when around him. However; it had been a long day. Much paperwork to do after the War of the Best, surprisingly. Tensions were high, and the sexual rigidity between you two had only grown with your stress. 

So here you were, legs wrapped around his strong abdomen, taking his thick cock with desperation as your drenched pussy filled the room with delicious squelching noises that only encouraged the man to pound into you deeper and harder. He cursed at the way your gushy walls choked his dick, making his head throb with need deep inside your core. The two cigars hanging from his lips looked as if they would snap under the bite of his teeth.

Your hands braced against the laminated wood of his desk, your button-up completely destroyed as Smoker gripped it; he pulled it apart as a splay of buttons fell to the floor to grab one of your perked nipples. A soft whimper left your mouth at the feeling of his digits squeezing your sensitive bud and the delicious stretch of his thick, veiny cock pumping in and out of your cunt, which was now pulsing around his length. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you slut,” he whispered in your ear, leaning down to drop the weight of his chest against yours. “I bet you’ve dreamed of this cock fucking into you right here, on this desk. Don’‘t lie to me; have you been having dirty thoughts of your boss?” His voice was stark and commanding but also dripping in honey as his paced quickened, pounding into your dripping pussy with no mercy. The thick fingers of his free hand reached down between your sweaty bodies, placing two of them on your hardened pearl to push you over the edge.

“Mmhmm, needed you,” you whimpered. Smoker just let out a quiet yet menacing hum, relishing in the way you mewled at the feeling of his girthy length pistoning in and out of you. He picked you up from the desk, using his strength to bounce your weeping cunt on his pulsing dick. You could feel a guttural moan escape the back of your throat, almost as if it were a warning for your impending orgasm. Lewd smacks from your hips bouncing on his cock filled the office, and he knew anyone that walked by would know exactly what he and his sexy assistant were up to.

“Smo-Smoker-san!” You cried out, nodding as tears pricked your eyes at the intense orgasm that overtook your core, the pulsing and dragging of your walls against his cock making him groan. He threw his head back as thick spurts of his spend painted the inside muscles of your cunt, feeling deliciously warm inside even as he pulled out after letting his cum sit inside your pussy. 

He watched in disdain as his cum started to drip down your leg, and you jolted at the feeling of his fingers stuffing back inside your entrance. “Don’t waste any of this.” Your eyes rolled back at the slight overstimulation, your body jerking as shockwaves reverberated from your core. 

You both knew while this was the first time this had happened, it definitely wouldn’t be the last. 

#smoker x reader #smoker x reader smut #smoker smut #one piece #smoker one piece smut #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction

[onyx-syn]

Currently at work but now I'm imagining you giving Buggy a nice head massage from a hard day at work

Just a fluffy image here 💙

A/N: I promise I'll actually write a fic out when I get the chance but for now ✨imagines✨ also in imaging this as LA buggy but either one (LA, anime, or manga) works for this!

Buggy is a very 'flashy' guy, always putting on performances that the audience just 'loves' to watch and witness, of course led by the man himself. Almost setting the entire circus on fire at one point with his magnificent acts... let's just say it was a rough day that day for everyone.

And today was not exception. While at sea, in his personal quarters, Buggy snuggle up deeper into your chest breathing in your scent as he mummers in delight. Your finger tangled in his blue locks -which is surprisingly soft, he tries to keep up with his hair- slowly pulling out them farther, hearing the sweet sounds of enjoyment from your silly man.

You grip his head gently, moving your finger tips in a scrubby motion, giving his head scratches. You can hear Buggy mumble in your chest along the lines of "god it feels so niceeee".

You smile gleefully as you continue to massage his head, sending waves of happiness to him.

Buggy is the type of man where, yes he does beg and whine much of the time for any sort of attention just for shits and giggles at times, he did need some real genuine attention when it was most needed such as now. He always strived for all eyes on him but the only eyes he needed on him was yours.

Buggy lifts his head up, having a very relaxed look plastered on his face. His makeup was smeared just a smidge but not too much. His eyes half lidded as he stared at you, his watercolor eyes glimmering in the lamps illuminating light.

He leans into your touch, speaking, "That... feels... so good... hmmm" he whispers at the end, falling back into your chest. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls himself closer to you.

You giggle, smiling gleefully at the man you call 'my love'.

"How are you feeling now bugs?" You asked him, curiously. Your hands moving from his soft locks and down to his back, lifting up his vest a bit as your nails move along his back, sending a shockwave of euphoria to him.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, kissing lightly on it as he lets out some mewls of sleepiness.

"Feeling, great, doll" he tells you, giggling lightly as you drag your nails across a spot on his back, around his rib cage, making him feel ticklish.

He may be a killing pillaging pirate, but he had his moments of goodness.

He lifts his head back up to stare at you, smiling maliciously with his red stained lips stick across his beautiful face. You return the smile and press your nose up against his, giving him a bunny kiss before pressing your lips onto his. You knew he was self conscious about his nose, and even then he was still iffy about any sort of loving attention on it, however the bunny kisses slowly won him over.

His presses his lips back onto yours, smirking in the kiss before pulling away. Chuckling at the red stained mark on your lips.

"I love ya, my sugar pie~" he tells you, melting into your touch once more as you now had one hand tangled in his locks of hair, draped over his shoulders and back, and the other hand scratching his back softly.

He pressed his forehead against your chest, letting you kiss the scalp of his sea blue hair.

"I love you too, bugs~"

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy fluff #onyx writings 🌹 #buggy x gender neutral reader #x reader #buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy the clown x you

[harpsinfinity]

Price sharing with you Johnny

Genre: smut

Featuring: Captain John Price & John "soap" Mactavish X fem!reader - female anatomy used

Warnings: cunnulingus, fingering, unprotected piv, overstimulation, male masturbation (tell me if I missed any more)

Word count: 1158

Credits for the banner: @cafekitsune

You are Price's wife, the Mrs. When you were introduced to the boys, your warm, soft and sweet demeanor melted their cold exteriors. Especially Johnny's.

He wanted to get his hands on you, please you, make you cum on his fingers, his face, his cock. he wanted to show you wonders

He couldn't deny that every time he had his calloused hand wrapped around his thick, heavy cock, he was thinking about you.

How his head would slot perfectly between your thighs, how you'd gasp and squeal every time he hit that sweet spot inside of you, how your writhe and bite your nails into him, leaving half-mooms along his skin as he filled you up so perfectly

He needed you, and he needed you badly.

price offered Johnny the opportunity to fuck you, after seeing the way he looked at you, he thought he was dreaming, like it was some sort of hoax

"Ye mean it cap'n?"

Price chuckled with a nod as he took a drag of his cigar, exhaling with the scent of tobacco clouding around the two of them

"Mean it John, she said yes"

The next time Johnny saw you, he had the pretty picture of you infront him, with your back flush against prices hard yet soft, bare chest as he held you in his lap.

You were completely bare as he works his way down, sticking sloppy kisses down your neck, arriving at your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and turning them into hardened peaks, sucking and biting at them, then repeating the same to the other one, leaving a tingle when they met the cold air, leaving a small twinge of dull pain

You gasped and moaned so sweetly for both men, both of their cocks aching and throbbing. You could see the large tent in Johnny's trousers, desperate to be freed, pushing hard against the zipper as if it was going to burst out if it didn't get what it wanted soon. while you could feel prices under your ass, pressing against you, you could feel his hips move against you for some kind of relief

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Johnny's molten mouth sealed itself round your swollen bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, yelping in suprise

It had you arching your back in prices grip, shoving your self into Johnny's face further, hearing him groan with the vibrations sending shockwaves up your spine, your fingers trailed though his mohawk, which was surprisingly softer than you imagined it to be.

You cry out when you feel two of his thick fingers push inside of you, the delicious stretch having you wanting more as your hips move themselves as if they have a mind of their own

"Johnny ! Ohh mm- !"

You squeal as he prods at the spot that has you dripping slick all over his hand, your walls gripping down on him like a vice. Begging him not to stop as you chase your high, your thighs trembling and squeezing around Johnny's head, his stubble rubbing against them

"Doin' so well Love, so well fr'us. ain't that right John?"

Johnny grunts in reply, working on you as you feel the warmth pool in your belly. Your jaw goes slack as your eyes roll back until only the whites can be seen. You jolt forward with a mewl as you feel prices rough hands move to your breasts, rolling your sensitive, puffy nipples with his rough fingers

"C'mon doll, cum fr'us, let it all out"

With one last jab of Johnny's fingers, white fills your vision as the coil snaps with your essence coating Johnny's face and fingers. Your body shaking with a not so silent scream

You go limp in prices hold,your mind somewhere else as Johnny stands up and wipes the slick you left with the back of his hand, a grin playing on his lips

"Told you she tasted good, didn't I?" Price chuckled

"She's perfect cap"

You feel yourself being moved, laying on your back, you finally come back into focus. Only to see a now also naked Johnny with his thick, heavy cock pressing against your slit and your legs folded against you, held by his strong, bulky arms.

"There she is" he coos, brushing some of your hair out of your face "ye ready bonnie? Ahm g'na stuff ye full" And with that, he pushes himself past your slick, puffy folds. Groaning at how you wrap around him so perfectly, like a little slice of heaven just for him.

A loud moan slips from your throat, your hands finding purchase around Johnnys back, your nails raking down it as he slams himself into you, his cock pressing against the gooey spot inside of you better than his fingers could, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust

"Tha' s'it, such a good- good lass f'me"

His voice is low and rumbles in your ear, his lips kissing and sucking along your neck. your legs uselessly kick against his strong back, both of your bodies sticking together in a mix of desire and lust.

You turn your head to the side, to see your husband, price, with his own cock pulled out, his big hand wrapped around it as he witnesses the show you and Johnny put on for him

"Don't wear 'er out too much John, want 'er too"

Johnny nods, grumbling a gruff "yes sir" as he continues to slam his hips against yours. You clench down on him impossibly tight, moans growing more frequent and higher in pitch the closer you get to the edge of ecstacy again.

Your so sensitive, so overstimulated, yet you crave only more and more of this. You squeal as you feel a finger rub and pinch as your swollen pearl, your back arching and toes curling, surging forward to meet Johnny's lips with your own, letting him drink the moans you slip into his mouth as you go through another mind-melting orgasm that has you seeing stars and coating Johnny's cock and abdomen in your slick.

With a few more spine shattering thrusts, Johnny fills you up with his thick, white hot ropes of cum with a deep, thick moan that had butterflies invade your stomach.

He pulls out of you quicker than usual to watch his load seep out of your hole in thick globs, both men groaning and he pushes some of it back into your sore hole, trying to keep it from escaping

Price joins you and Johnny on the bed, petting your head as you look up at him with a fucked out face. He chuckles and leans down to place a sweet kiss on your lips

"Think you can take one more darl?"

The rest of the night consisted of kisses that stole senses and cocks that had you cumming your brains out, you couldn't have been more satisfied

Harpsinfinity 2024 ©

#soap x f!reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x fem reader #soap x female reader #john mactavish x reader #john price x female reader #john price x f!reader #price x fem!reader #price x soap x reader #soap cod #soap #cod price #captain john price #cod fanfic #cod x female reader

[pinkanonwrites]

How does Soundwave feel about fairies? Does he have one just because he wants to take care of them?

Soundwave is surprisingly gentle with the fairies compared to other Decepticons! He's probably got one that he found when they were injured and nursed them back to health, then ended up keeping them in order to study. While Shockwave and Pharma are more interested in capturing and dissecting fairies to see how they generate magic, Soundwave would rather study and observe their spellcasting and behavior patterns. At the moment the fairy is making the decision to stay with him, but even if they did try to run away Ravage would quickly track them back down.

He knows that fairies are not technically "beasts", and are just as cognizant as the average knight or paladin, but he doesn't really care. He kinds of thinks it's the ultimate challenge, to tame the untameable, to have even a fairy bending to his will and fighting for him like his other beasts.

Honestly, the biggest threat to the safety of Soundwave's preferred fairy isn't Soundwave himself, but rather his pair of clumsy squires. Rumble and Frenzy are fascinated by them but also pretty unaware of their own strength, so Ravage will often step in to rescue them from the twins' grabbing hands in lieu of Soundwave. Ravage has threatened to eat the fairy should they misbehave on more than one occasion, but also lets them ride around on his back without comment, so they're having a hard time judging whether he actually likes their company or not!

"Ey, boss, we were just studyin'! You're da one who told us we gotta learn more about the weird beasties!"

"Fairies: Not beasts. Research methods: needlessly damaging. Further education clearly required."

#transformers #knightformers #tf au #soundwave #tf soundwave #ravage #tf ravage #rumble #frenzy #tf rumble #tf frenzy #anon #transformers x reader #x reader #maccadam

[weenwrites]

*sounds of crashing, fire alarm, smoke and chaos in other room, comes tumbling into your ask box falling on my face, quickly getting up and dusting self* hey there! How you doing? Wanted to ask for HC with TFP Soundwave, Megatron, WheelJack with human reader where they switch minds due to some relic or something? (it's temporary or till they get the relic to work again) how would they react? How would the whole thing go? Pretty sure Megatron won't be too pleased lol, established romantic relationship, they been together long enough to know a bit more about each other and be a bit vulnerable.

also a bit of a thing for Soundwave (extremely optional and can just be a line or two) , reader cares about and platonically loves laserpeak, this Minicon deserves love, also feel like it's a given that Soundwave would have a "must care about my child" s/o criteria (Soundwave is usually called a dad for his Minicons and I think they're (minus laserpeak) all dead in TFP? I hope they were just chilling somewhere cause I love these guys) like did you see how quickly he ran to his aid when he sent a distress signal when Ratchet had him pinned down? He didn't even spare a second to try to kill Jackie incase if that second made a difference if he survives or not.

*Magnus yelling in the other room about who did the mess* oh shit... OK thanks have great day byeee *proceeds to hightail it outta there before I get scolded for two hours* "THAT WAS AN AWESOME EXPLOSION BUT MAGY IS GONNA HAVE OUR HEADS" -Me "YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT BOTH OF THOSE.. GET IN LET'S GO"- Jackie

(lol ignore my stupid just hoping it'll get a laugh from you, laughs are good for you)

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Predaking

He hates this, he's very upset. He dislikes the feeling of being so small and weak, and he inadvertently throws a lot of insults your way without another thought. He'll sulk and sulk and sulk until you point out good things, like it'll be a good learning experience for the two of you, and it could possibly help yourselves better understand one another. Only then will he admit that he sees why you enjoy sitting on his shoulder so much.

Aside from feeling a thousand times smaller, another thing he hates about being so small is the great difficulty that comes with getting around on his own. With his altmode he was able to traverse the sky and land with ease, but now it takes eons to make it somewhere, and he hates it that he gets tired much quicker.

But on the positive side of things, he does take this as a learning experience, and he takes this time to see if somethings he thought about humans are true or if they aren't. Of course he could've just asked you about them, but he was a little shy about it. Some of his questions were about human food, and some are about your home. Speaking of your home, he's definitely poking around out of curiosity. He's gonna pat your mattress and try laying down on it, he's gonna look in your fridge and take a bite of a stick of butter because he thought that was food... He's sorta like a curious cat, minus all the knocking stuff off tables.

Of course after the entire ordeal has been resolved and whatnot, he'll finally truly understand what you go through on a day-to-day basis around him, and he'll respect that you have to deal with such hardships all on your own.

Megatron

Yep. You're right. He's more than upset about this occurrence, and refuses to leave his habitation suite until shockwave finds a way to reverse it. He plans on letting Starscream command the decepticons while he plans on sulking in his room all day. With you in there with him. because he doesn't really want you going out and embarrassing him.

But if you wanna go out and see what it's like to be his height, it'll take a bit of convincing, but he'll allow you to go and walk around only for a bit. Surprisingly, there isn't any need to persuade him to come with you, he's coming on his own accord but only so he can keep an eye on things. It's certainly strange for him to sit on your—or... His? Shoulder? But he does it anyway because he hates feeling so small and weak—but that isn't to say that you are small and weak... He just feels very vulnerable in general.

Ironically, the rest of the Nemesis are a lot more scared about this than you'd expect. It's as if they're walking on eggshells around Megatron because the whole situation has got him in such a bad mood. And, if you have a good reputation aboard the Nemesis and treat everyone nicely, it's certainly baffling for everyone to see their high and mighty lord "Megatron" acting so nice. It's an unusual, but welcomed change.

After the entire ordeal, he certainly has a newfound respect for you. He hadn't realized how difficult and annoying it was to get around the Nemesis at such a small size. He tried climbing onto a table and it took him 30 minutes to get to the top. Not to mention he never truly understood the feeling of being ignored and overlooked the same way you do.

Wheeljack

He isn't as upset about this as other two are, but he's still a bit annoyed. He feels like he's completely stripped of his freedom now, and he thinks that sucks. If he wants to go do something, you can bet he's gonna go do it no matter what he's told. Despite the fact he's like a million percent more fragile and squishy now, his lack of self-preservation remains all the same, and honestly don't be surprised if he agrees to let Miko help him sneak out.

But that aside, he wants you to experience what it's like being a cybertronian (minus the whole war-fighting thing, of course) but the team most likely wants you to stay in the base while they try to find a way to reverse what's happened. Still, that doesn't stop him from trying to teach you how to transform, much to everyone else's misfortune.

Also in the millions of millions of years that he's existed, it has never been easier for him to squeeze into a small spot. With his acrobatic abilities (albeit dampened a little, due to your own strength) and your size? You bet he's milking this for all it's worth. He isn't afraid of climbing up onto things if he has to, or jumping off things because he's used to doing crazy stuff like that. You'll probably have to catch him more than once because he jumps down from a spot that's too high for a human body to escape from unscathed, so honestly at this point you should just keep holding him and bring him around with you as you would a pet.

Anyway, after all this he tries to stick up for your more and support you. I mean he already has ever since the two of you became a couple, but now that he knows how it feels to be overlooked and have so little freedom in your position, y'know.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp predaking #predaking x reader #tfp megatron #megatron x reader #tfp wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

[hazelnutsforellie]

nsfw content — ellie eating you out while you study 📖

cw— smut, oral sex ofc, lots of teasing, slight corruption kink, pet names, college!ellie

a/n— was horny while doing homework and came up with this little drabble… i also wrote this on my phone so it's in lowercase:)

you were sitting at your desk in your dorm room, your shorts and panties resting on the floor as you leaned back into your rather-surprisingly comfortable desk chair. your lower back on the edge of it as ellie continued to kneel in front of you, sinking her tongue into your slit to collect your arousal for her to swallow. your knees were wide apart, fully exposing your glistening cunt to her as she took her time with you.

the pace of ellie’s tongue was slow and sensual, each flick of her red, wet tongue sending shockwaves through your heat. she loves taking her time with you. her arms were wrapped around your thighs from underneath, holding them apart as she softly dragged her tongue up your swollen clit, soft breaths falling from your lips as you tried to focus on your book. you’d been having trouble catching up on your schoolwork, and ellie sought to find a way to motivate you.

“ellie,” you whined, attempting to gently shimmy your body to encourage more movement from ellie, but all she did was tighten her grip on your thighs and continue to go at an agonizingly slow pace. “p-please.”

ellie’s eyes glanced up to yours, and she could’ve sworn she saw you shrink, your parted lips sealing shut. your eyes remained desperate, yearning for more friction. ellie wrapped her lips around your clit, softly darting her tongue against your bundle of nerves before suckling.

you bit back another whine as you continued to read your book to her that was required for a theology class. funny to be reading about religion, if anything it was fueling ellie’s fire. you could barely finish an entire sentence without stuttering or pausing, relishing in the feeling of ellie’s tongue swirling around your bundle of nerves before sliding back down to your folds.

“keep going, princess,” ellie purred, giving herself a moment to breathe as she pressed tender kisses on your inner thigh. you obliged her order, managing to continue reading to her with broken moans and repeated words as she began to trail her kisses to your clit, her swollen lips gently pressing on the swollen bud.

“such a pretty pussy,” ellie murmured, swiping her fingertip up and down your folds as she watched it glisten with your juices and her drool. she was too busy admiring your cunt to worry about what you were reading to her, the teasing slowly driving you mad.

you softly moaned in response to ellie's words, earning a sly smirk from the auburn girl as she began to suck and nibble on your inner thigh, mere inches from your core. you felt as if you were on fire, burning with arousal. there was no way she was going to let you reach your peak until you were finished reading.

twenty pages to go.

#hazelnutsforellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #tlou ellie williams #the last of us smut #the last of us #tlou #tlou smut #mdni #ellie williams drabble

[murd3r0u55ilh0u3tt3]

TWST x Mül Pearl reader

The planet Mül was previously inhabited by Pearls. But due to an ongoing war, Mül ended up in the middle of the crossfire and was destroyed. The Pearls are characters from the movie Valerian: The City of A Thousand Planets. These guys are by far one of my favorite aliens aside from the Anodites.

• Let's just say you witnessed your planet being destroyed and was separated from your group and only carried with you your pet converter and a single pearl gem. You found a half-destroyed spaceship and locked yourself in before the final blow. From miles away from the group, you can feel a shockwave from the Princess' physical body's death. Your skin turned darker as you grieved for the poor soul and prayed for the safety of your family and their highnesses.

• Years later, you fixed whatever strange devices and contraptions in the ship you managed to salvage, taught yourself sciences, mathematics, languages you never knew existed and even grew your own garden. However, you can only survive long enough without your pearls and you were running out of rations, starting to stress out even more... Until you heard an odd sound and clanking of hooves... Then it went dark.

• Finding yourself contained in a tight space, you panicked and repeatedly kicked the door. A certain little monster almost cooked you alive but you escaped and ran. You were so enthralled and confused by your new attire and foreign surroundings, the monster caught up to you but was binded by a... Man?

• The man with a crow mask spoke to you in a language you were sort of familiar of... Is this what the humans call English? You tried your best to communicate with him only to be interrupted several times. You are puzzled when the man dragged you to a room with people wearing the same robes as you do.

• A creepy looking mirror finally asked you a question you are familiar of. After you introduced yourself, the mirror now shocked, said that you cannot be placed here for you are an unknown creature from an unknown planet. Therefore, you are not suitable for any dorm. The crow man let out an exaggerated gasp and asked you who or what you are.

• You took off your hood and the room was filled with even more gasps, fingers pointing at you, and people taking a few steps back. The little monster saw this as a chance to demonstrate his magic and chaos ensues. You felt scared when they started fighting and your skin turned dark. You started cowering in the corner. A short man with black and pink hair, who came earlier than expected, saw this and excused himself to take care of your panic attack. Once he calmed you down, the headmage ordered his students to shoo Grim and leave the room.

• Crowley asked a ton of questions ranging from what kind of alien you are, or what planet do you hail from, or if you can understand what he's saying. You only answered some of his questions, some left unanswered cuz you don't know enough words. You begged Crowley to let you stay and the mirror agreed, saying that you are a refugee from a destroyed planet.

• He decided to house you in an unused dormitory until further notice. You spot your pet converter with the pearl gem in its mouth, waiting for you and was chirping happily as it sees your figure. The same fiery monster trespassed and you hide with your pet before it could see you. A ghost scared you out of your hiding spot but saw how stressed you were and decided to leave you and Grim alone. You and Grim worked together to negotiate with the ghosts with him being your translator, which he is not doing well at. Crowley let Grim stay as long as you tame him, and as long as Grim teaches you about their customs.

• Your pet converter will only stay at Ramshackle for you are scared that you might lose the only one. You fed it with food and surprisingly, it likes it. And soon, it has built up enough strength to convert pearls. But first, you must clean the main entrance with Grim.

• Woah, who knew this planet they call Twisted Wonderland was very beautiful indeed! You were just minding your own business, then some students keep looking at you. You could've sworn a student was wondering out loud about what kind of lotion you used to make your skin glow. The there's the ass coming through. Ace started insulting you out in public and the other students started staring at you more now that your skin was darker, to which Ace was very confused. The whole scene plays out, wash a hundred windows, blah blah blah, met Deuce, wrecked the chandelier, and now deal with the blot monster... Anyways, you finally fed the pearl to your pet and pearls soon converted out of it. Grim was shocked to see this discovery and demanded you to convert tuna cans for him too, but you refused. You relieved that you now have an infinite amount of pearls to heal from.

• Congratulations! You are now the first alien to enroll at NRC! HAH! TAKE THAT, RSA! ← Crowley's words not mine. So other than being stared at 24/7, Professor Crewel would give you language lessons and kept scolding Crowley for making you stay at Ramshackle.

• During book 1, you tasted Trey's tarts and that was the most delicious thing you've eaten since coming here. Cater keeps some pictures of you on private (read: some). Ace and Deuce keep asking about what your planet is like but soon backed off from the subject after seeing your skin getting darker.

• After book 2, you asked for some advice from Jack on how to grow your own garden and Ruggie on how to cook. Leona told everyone in Savanaclaw to be gentle to you or else your skin will start turning darker and the stress might actually kill you.

• Literally nothing has changed in book 3, the only thing Azul wants from you is your pet converter as a collateral. Don't ask how he knows about it, he has connections Idia observing you. Your new nickname from Floyd is Pearly. Just keep away from Jade... He's trying to test how tolerant you are to poison.

• Kalim keeps speaking very slow when talking to you in case you can't understand him. Cue Jamil facepalming in the background. Kalim celebrates your every visit in Scarabia. Just wanting to make it impressionable, according to him. He also asks a lot of questions which leads to Jamil scolding him to back up a bit but you know that this snake is listening to every answer you give them.

• You can tell that Vil is playing nice to you so you could give him some of pearls that makes your skin glow. Rook is constantly on your trail recording every move you make in detail as well as taking photos of you that he will hide in his wall later. Epel feels bad for you now but not bad enough to help you out from Vil and Rook's attention. Sorry!

• Like I said, Idia is observing you ever since the ceremony. He also asks Ortho to keep note of your every body scans. Whether you're from this place or not, he'll still avoid you. Ortho deeply apologizes for his brother's behavior.

• Malleus is very happy to meet you! Why, you must be the alien that Lilia was talking about. I see you're admiring the gargoyles. Have you tried ice cream?--WAKA SAMAAAAA!!!! Ok, not a good impression but at least he was friendly. Sebek has new race to hate now. Lilia likes to play pranks on you by telling you an odd custom for humans, you decided not to listen to him. Silver.... Is asleep, but he's by far the only one you feel comfortable with your pet.

• Everyone find it beautiful that your skin changes color whenever you feel an emotion. Pink for shy, black for fear. They find the way you greet people unique too. It's basically how you greet your friends now. Overall, they appreciate the hardworking side of yours and that fact that you are an open individual. They no longer see you as a poor refugee alien, but as a dear friend. You found a new home to start a new life. And you hope the rest of your family will find theirs too...

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #TWST x alien reader

[findingnemosworld]

𝐝𝐚́𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐢 - 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐮́𝐧̃𝐞𝐳

• 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬

( 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 )

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬*𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, ( 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦*𝐭 )

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬!!!

" Amor, what’re you doing? "

She turns around to find him standing near the doorway of the kitchen with an amused expression across his face, with a deadly glare she replied with a sarcastic tone, " I’m trying to fix this fucking light as apparently it keeps flickering and I don’t know why! "

A soft chuckle escapes his lips as saunters into the kitchen, placing both hands over her waist — " Come down amor, let me handle this " he hoists her down before climbing up the ladder, while she watched him fix the light bulb. " It was loose, you didn’t see that "

She rolls her eyes playfully, " You know I’m not the handyman amor, you are "

He smirks at her remark, " And don’t you forget it? " he steps down from the ladder then says, " all done "

She beams then leaned in to peck his lips ever so softly before whispering, " Gracias Papi "

He raised a brow as she walked out of the kitchen, a mixture of perplexity and exhilaration coursing through his veins at the fact that she referred to him as such, they’d been dating for three years and not once did she ever refer to him as Papi, not even in the bedroom and the pair were quite adventurous.

He opted not to think much of it, forgoing to ask her as the weeks rolled around in and out at a surprisingly leisure pace – what he noted was, her surprising usage of the term, if he washed the dishes she’d whisper it after they shared a kiss, if he had decided to be gentle and brush her hair after a shower, she’d utter it with a soft smile across her lips, it seemed as if at any given chance, she called him Papi.

And on one night, as he was getting ready for bed – she’d stepped out of their shared bath- room, with a towel wrapped around her body and her hair pulled up into a bun, she offered him a sweet smile before making her way to the vanity table, she reached for her body lotion; he eagerly watches as she begins to lather it across her skin, " You smell incredible mi dulce niña " he states.

She looked at him through the reflection of the mirror and said, " Thank you Papi "

That was it — his eyes had darkened; tone dropping an octave as he said, " Ven aquí! " he said with a dominant tone.

She frowned, perplexed by his tone. " What? "

He shot her a surprisingly deadly look before he reiterated with a dark tone," You heard me, I said … ven aquí "

Still perplexed by his sudden change of tone, she treads over to the edge of the bed and watches as he makes his way over to her, he rests his hand at the back of her neck pulling her in for a feverish passionate kiss followed by him gently nibbling on her lower lip, " Get down on your knees "

Her eyes widened, " What? "

" Listen to your papi baby, I said get down on your knees " He reiterated with force.

She nods quickly, the commanding tone coupled with his darkened gaze sent shockwaves to her spine, she settles down on her knees after removing her towel.

His hand reaches down to caress her cheek with a playful smile, " Good girl, now … " he trails off, pulling his sweats and boxers down before adding, " Come on, be a good girl and make sure papi is thoroughly pleased "

She subconsciously licked her lips at the sight of the prominent length of his cock in front of her, a spec of pre-cum, leaking from the tip, she looked up to meet his gaze as he gestured for her to take him, tentatively, she wraps her hand around his the upper length drawing out a hiss from him while her lips wrapped around the tip drawing out a soft sigh, " Oh, sí, perfecto… así de simple. "

Hesitant, she froze for a mere moment before setting a leisure pace, she moved her hand in perfect synchronization with her lips, while his hand landed on the top of her head, " Such a good girl mi vida, taking in her papi’s cock like that … keep going "

The praise sent waves straight into her swollen pussy that was aching with need, spurring her to bop her head up and down at a rapid pace drawing out strangled moans from him, his chest rising and falling releasing labored breaths, " Joder nena… Oh joder, sigue, ya casi estoy. " he moans.

She trailed her tongue over the prominent veins drawing out a whine from him, " Mi amor " he murmured, a sheen layer of sweat coating his skin as he thrusted himself forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. " Oh yes … "

His cock twitched releasing warm ropes of cum down her throat, she lapped up every drop before he tugged her up then laid her down on the bed, then he proceeded to undress before laying down on top of her and murmuring, " Papi needs his good girl to listen carefully, think you can be a good girl? "

" Sí Papi " She giggled.

Who would have thought a singular term could unleash a brand new side of him?

#darwin nunez #darwin nunez imagine #darwin nunez x reader #darwin nunez fanfiction #darwin nunez smut #darwin nunez one shot #darwin núñez

[iamnotoriginalphil]

One Touch (Leonora Lesso x f!Reader)

Synopsis: With the gift of prophecy, you see something that shakes you on your first meeting with a certain Dean of Evil

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: very brief smut

Since the day you’d been born you’d been gifted with second sight. A single touch of bare skin and you could see the future of someone. Although it was patchy, and didn’t always work, any vision you’d had had yet to be wrong.

You’d seen all kinds of things. Births, deaths, marriages. First kisses and last kisses. Inane domestic bliss and sword fights. You never knew what was going to come, but you got one glimpse of their future.

Only one, though.

You’d never understood how it worked. Some people you’d never seen anything with, others it had been the first brush of skin, some not until longer into knowing them. If it wasn’t at first touch you’d wait, wondering when it would happen, if it would happen.

It wasn’t much of a power, a sort of one and done thing. Most unimpressive. Still, you’d been called to the School of Good and Evil in order to help assess the future of the students. With the newly merged schools, you had to assume it came from an uncertainty about the new future. You were only too happy to oblige.

Dovey had led the charge to get you settled in, freely offering you her bare hand. Nothing at the first touch, but she’d smiled, not disappointed in the slightest. It was nice, knowing she wasn’t harbouring disappointment at your inability to perform.

It didn’t go so well when meeting Lesso.

“And don’t mind her if she’s a little cold towards you,” Dovey was saying as she swept you down the hallway of the School for Evil, “she wasn’t on board with this. Thought it was a waste of time. Not that she’s particularly warm on a good day.”

Her laugh was high and airy but you could sense the frustration underlying it. You knew exactly the sort of people she was talking about, the kind that wormed their way under your skin until you wanted to scratch yourself bloody just to be rid of them.

With an elegant hand, she knocked on the door in front of her. Not bothering to wait for an answer she pushed the door open, stepping in. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself, and followed.

You immediately had to take another deep breath. You knew the School for Evil had uglification as a required class but clearly the dean had failed those when she was a student. Resplendent, leaning back in her throne like chair, heavy wooden desk barring any from coming closer, her irritated gaze passed from Dovey to you. You pressed your lips together, trying to calm your heart.

“Why have you brought me this, Dovey?” she asked, turning her head back towards the other woman. Her voice was surprisingly low, husky almost, sending a shockwave through you. You did your best to school your features, but the sound of her voice was the most perfect example of evil you’d ever heard. Inciting and welcoming, asking you to come closer.

“I thought it would be a good idea for you to meet our new-” Dovey began to say.

“Our new Cassandra?” She lifted an eyebrow at you. You felt your cheeks heat up at the comparison, perfectly able to recall the downside of Cassandra’s gift. But people did believe you. You had to believe that.

“Lesso.” The note of warning in Dovey’s voice was appreciated.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you said to her. Her eyes swept over you again before turning back to Dovey.

“You know my feelings on the matter,” she said, carefully controlling her anger.

“There’s no requirement for you to undergo the same treatment as the students,” you said, before Dovey could come to your defence, “if that’s what’s making you nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” she scoffed.

“Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind testing my sight,” you said. Looking back, that was where you went wrong. You shouldn’t have egged her on like that.

She rose from her throne fluidly, and only then did you realise she had a cane. You tried not to think about that too hard but her steps were accompanied with a metallic click. She held out her hand to you, head tilting to the side as you reached for it.

Her hand was warm in yours which was the only sense you got before you were somewhere else. You were lying on your back, spread out on a large bed and between your legs was a mass of coppery hair. Your fingers were buried in it as a deft tongue swept through your folds. Glittering eyes looked up at you before lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves, making pleasure roll through your body.

Gasping, you stumbled away from Lesso. You felt shaky and the ghost of her mouth was still between your legs. You pressed a hand to your eyes, taking a moment to collect yourself. It wasn’t the first time you’d been a player in the visions, but it was the first time you’d experienced a vision such as that.

“What did you see?” Dovey asked, her hands gentle on your shoulders.

“Just…” You couldn’t say it out loud, you couldn’t, “lessons.”

You knew your shaky voice hadn’t gone unnoticed by either woman. When you finally could bring yourself to look at Lesso her gaze was intent, interested, and if it had been any other vision you might have been feeling gratified by her change of heart. As it was, all you wanted was her searching gaze off you.

“Lessons?” she asked, and you knew she was incredulous at your explanation.

“A fight broke out,” you said, “you… handled it.”

You weren’t sure how much they were believing of your answer but you knew this would be a secret you took to the grave. How could you admit that you’d seen her between your own thighs, the vestiges of the pleasure still in your body? You couldn’t.

“I should um… I still need to unpack.”

You fled from the room, ignoring the surprised noises from Dovey. You raced back over to the other school, climbing the stairs two at a time, desperate to lock yourself away in your room. You wanted Lesso out of your head but you could still feel the ghost of her tongue on you, the heat pooling in your lower stomach. The way she’d been looking at you, it was like she wanted to devour you.

You did your best to avoid her after that. Move in day came and went, students sent to see you as their teachers saw fit. It was easy to lose yourself in the future of others, but in the back of your mind it was still there, the image of her, the feel of her, the pleasure so quick to surface when you were least expecting it.

Just that short image was enough to have you touching yourself in bed, when the doors were locked and the students were sure to be asleep. You hated yourself for it, but you were desperate for release, to not be haunted by it. If only that worked. It was as if the feeling had made it’s home in you, waiting for the moment your prediction came true.

And come true it would. They always did.

On one particular night when you were determined not to give in to the temptation of your own fingers, you found yourself walking through the garden. You wanted her out of your head but you knew the likelihood of that happening was low. You tilted your head back, closing your eyes to drink in the scent of the flowers around you.

“I didn’t take you for a coward.”

You blinked your eyes open, knowing the voice before you turned. It was like it was burned into your skull, the way that voice sounded in your ears. Husky and deep, rich like satin but rough like velvet. Many a night you’d wondered what it would sound like moaning your name.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Lady Lesso,” you said, finally looking at her.

Her eyes were bright in the moonlight, pinning you down as she slowly advanced towards you, each step sure and steady. You bit down on your lower lip and her gaze zeroed in on it.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” she said.

“I thought you didn’t want me here,” you said, “smarter to make myself scarce.”

“I might believe that,” she hummed, “if I hadn’t seen your reaction to whatever vision you had about me.”

“I told you-“ you began.

“That it was a fight during lessons, yes, I know.” She stopped close enough for you to smell the ink and blood and winter wind on her skin. “You were lying.”

“Why would I lie about that?” you asked, almost trembling under her gaze.

“My question exactly.”

With the head of her cane she tilted your chin up until you were looking her in the eye. You had to swallow past the lump in your throat, wanting to draw back, to cower, but she held you in place.

“So I suppose now I have to wonder whether you’ll tell me, or if I’ll have to guess,” she said.

“Why does it matter?” you asked, voice barely more than a whisper, “I thought you didn’t care.”

“I care when it warrants such a strong reaction from you,” she said, “shall I guess?”

“You won’t-“ you began to say before she pressed her finger to your lips. You squeaked, head jerking back as she laughed.

“I think perhaps you saw me in what you’d consider a compromising position,” she said, “a position requiring far less clothing than I’m currently wearing. A position where I’m moaning.”

“Someone was certainly moaning,” you muttered under your breath.

Her smile spread over her face and her eyes sparkled with delight. You cursed yourself for not being able to stop yourself from saying something. Of course she’d heard you. Of course.

“You saw me in bed with someone,” she said, “now the question is why you wouldn’t just tell me that. Were you worried I wouldn’t like my partner?”

You felt your cheeks heat up, not able to look at her anymore. Her fingers made contact with your chin, turning you back to her, and her face was closer than you were expecting. Her breath ghosted over your skin and you tried to suppress a shudder.

“Who was it?” she asked and god help you there was no resisting that voice. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Me.”

“I thought it might be,” she said.

You opened your eyes, not sure what to expect. She didn’t look nearly as disgusted as you thought she might, but she was definitely looking at you like she was going to ruin you. Your tongue darted out, wetting your lips and her eyes followed it, darkening. Heat pooled in your stomach again.

“We’re going to have such fun while you’re here,” she murmured.

Her kiss was like a promise, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. Before you could touch her she was drawing back, letting you go, slipping back into the shadows, her chuckle the only thing left behind.

She was definitely going to ruin you.

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