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berrycherisher · 4 months

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𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

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➵ title came from putting kinky and pink together. Pinky just didn't sound right, so I put both, lol.

➵ tw sex toys, price being the sweetheart he is. Oral sex, p n v, not very kinky, but idk what to put for a title 😭

Tip: If you just want to skip to the smut, go to the image of the cat! (It's okay, I understand).

He loved your pink room, your pink clothes.. your pink everything. (And your pussy obvs) He loved spoiling you for your plushies and makeup... even going as far to get you hello kitty toilet paper. Which you only convinced him to do by telling him it was limited edition or something. He couldn't quite remember. But what he did was one of your orders following that one.

You often asked him to get you things, which he wasn't opposed to. He'd do it every time, happy to see your joy when the packages came. But this time, he just liked to see what you would get.

It was some link you sent him from Amazon. A link to a cart. Which he rightfully looked through, curiosity taking over his thumb. He was greeted with multiple sex toys. What my cock isn't enough now?

Needless to say, he was a bit jealous. Jealous of a dildo? Maybe. But could you blame him? It was a fucking pink one too. Even the dirty stuff had to be cute. He continued through the order, buttplugs.. specifically the ones with gems. All sizes for some reason. He knew you were far too tight for all of them, but that would be a problem for later.

Ribbons. Ribbons? Why ribbons? And why is it the thickest ribbon he'd ever seen? He knew. But he didn't want to know. Not now.

Up until this point, you thought he'd never go through your orders. He had never before, why would he when you decided to get sex toys the one time?

One time, it was indeed. Price kept looking through the order, the classic fuzzy handcuffs making eye contact with him. He loved you. He really did. He loved the sex life you guys had. He loved everything about it, but everything in his being was him praying those ribbons weren't to tie him up and do weird shit to him.

John wasn't a very kinky man. Dick inside pussy, done. He never got the extra stuff. It was sex, not a Damm puzzle trying to figure out which hole the toy went in? He knew you. Inside out, and this was something he was.. clearly not familiar with. He was a bit scared. But at least the rest of the order was body wash.. and 2 large bottles of lube.. for some reason.

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You never knew he had gone through the order, so when it finally came a few weeks later you were intending on surprising John.

So when you perked up on the couch bolting to the door, John was already getting nervous. He really hoped you weren't about to cuck him with a damn dildo and tie him up with those fucking stupid ribbons. John was making his own personal vendetta against the ribbons.

Like you didn't have enough already? He groaned, rubbing his face as you had already brought the package on the dining table. He got up walking over to you.

"Why don't we open it later, yeah? Watch a movie?" He suggested. Jesus, he could already feel his body betraying him. Getting tied up wasn't something he would like, but his groin was really telling a whole other story. Maybe it was just ribbon? Right?

"No.. I wanna open it now. You'll love the stuff I got, I promise." You smiled at him, not noticing his whole little crisis going on. You just went to get a knife to open the package, revealing.. thankfully, the body wash on top.

"I wanted to try out a new scent, I heard good things about it." It was vanilla macaroon or something like that. He was mainly focused on the pink underneath the bodywash. That dildo hated him. Stupid fucking piece of plastic.

He could see the fuzzy pink.. the shiny metal of the 3 fucking butt plugs. Fucking three. "I bet it smells good." He choked out. It was only now when you finally started to notice his demeanor. And his odd placement. His hands were on the table, right at the edge. His body was pressed into them, perfectly aligning his junk with his hands. Thankfully, he was able to hide it.

You grinned, knowing what was under the bodywash before pulling the bottle up, revealing your.. toys. John let out an audible sigh, slight relief he didn't have to act like he didn't know. Now, he didn't know what to say. Maybe what he had thought about the toys?

"Why'd you get all this? Is my dick not 'nough now?" He said in his gruff voice, slight chuckle following. You just laughed, shaking your head. "No, I just thought it would be funny. I already named the dildo, his name is Bartholomew."

"Wonderful name." John followed, swallowing. You even named the thing. Part of him wanted to know if you had named his.. or if that would just be weird. Maybe it's just john? Or captain..? John was really overthinking the dildo. Hated the dildo.

"You really need the dildo- Bartholomew?" He corrected, immediately feeling self regret. Was he now respecting it?

"Yes, because what If you're not here and I'm lonely?" You were really just fucking with him. It was a dildo, just something to fuck when you were bored or something. Or when john was deployed.

"I think that I'm much better than a hunk of plastic, love." He said, glaring at it. He couldn't stand the thought of that taking his place. If anything, you could've gotten a mold of his instead. Not some pink thing with little to no detail.

"I agree." You responded, glancing at him. "I think it'd be better if you had cuffs on, though." You added, watching him turn his glare towards you. "If anything, you should be wearing the damn cuffs, sweetheart." He moved off the table, pouring the box out on the table.. little clunks following before he grabbed the dildo packaging, opening it and pulling it out before putting it to his junk.. trying to compare sizes with his memory. "Mine's bigger anyway." He concluded, dropping the dildo on the table with a plop.

"What if this is bigger? You jealous?" You teased, grabbing the dildo as well before slapping it for fun. It did have recoil. That was obvious.

"No." John replied dryly.

It was a few weeks after the purchase of the sex toys. You had really forgotten about the dildo until john walked in your room one day, messing around in there for fun. He was just messing around with you, looking at the various things in your room. It was all pink. All of it. Pink comforter, pink anything. If It was in there, it had pink.

"Why do you have so many serums..?" John turned back from your vanity, looking through all of them. You did have too many, but they had cute packaging, so it was fine. "'Cause." You replied, leaning back on your bed. You had a princess bed, obviously. You were a princess, after all. John was the one that insisted on them, actually. And he was definitely correct on getting them. You had little things scattered through the curtains, like personal items. Pins from places you been, little self awards, etc. John looked at your vanity for a second more before going to your nightstand out of curiosity, opening the drawer, only to be met with what he dreaded most. That stupid fucking dildo. He'd stand by that til the end of time.

His dick was better. He knew that, you knew it. So why did you need this pink dildo? "Why you still got this?" He held it out, earning a laugh from you. "I was gonna put a sharpie face on it, never got around to it. Do you want it?" You teased, and he just gave you a glare. "No." He said, observing it before dropping it in the drawer and getting on the bed as well.

"You have a boyfriend, dear." He said dismissively of the dildo. He no longer wanted to call it by its name. It didn't deserve to. If anything, his dick should have its own wardrobe and identity. But even his dick knew he belonged with you.

"So I'm just supposed to suffer without you when you're gone? Or use my fingers? It's not exactly ideal, john." You said a smile on your face. He only watched you silently. Thinking.

"Have you used it yet?" He asked. He really hoped you hadn't.

"Why are you asking?" You only answered with a question, john moving atop you.

"I just wanna know.. tell me." He purred, obviously sweet talking you before he kissed your neck, nibbling on it as you only giggled.

"Why should i?" You said, playing with his dog tags as he practically ate at your neck.

"Dont make this hard for me..." He pecked your lips, one of his hands creeping down your legs and rubbing them.

"What're you doing, john?" You asked playfully, watching his hand cup your pussy, rubbing it through your panties. His hands were always better than yours. John really knew how to make you melt because soon he was in between your legs, his tongue lapping at your heat.

His nose pressed against your clit as his beard tickled you a bit.. you hands tugging at his slightly grown out hair. "Fuck- god..!" You bucked your hips, watching as he grinned. His hands were placed over your thighs, keeping you close as he licked and sucked your poor clit. His nails dug into your skin while he continued to ravish your pussy, keeping you still.

You were a mess already. John knew you. Like he knew every spot to make you moan his name, to make your hips jolt into his face.

He shook his face in your cunt, your breath hitching as he slurped vigorously. His lips moved up and wrapped around you clit, sucking hard as he watched you writhe above him.

One hand came down.. one finger probing your entrance as he sucked your clit hard.. then soft.. then only giving it little licks as his finger slipped inside you, easily with how wet you were. He curled it, watching as you squirmed even more. He added a second finger, repeating the action, but faster. You moaned, eyes rolling back. It felt so good coming from him. Any other man and you would've been dry, but john wasn't some stupid man. He was experienced with you, of course.

"You like that ?" He edged you on, only making you nod as he continued to slurp at your cunt. You were so much wetter than you thought. The room was filled with lewd sounds of John's fingers entering you and leaving you and his sucking.. it was all too much. "John.. oh my God. Don't stop.." Your words were barely audible as you shut your eyes, your pussy tightening around his fingers as they slowed down, his tongue hardly licking your clit now as he watched you melt above him. You licked your bottom lip, looking at john as your thighs tightened around his head, his tongue gliding back down to suck your juices. "Tastes so good, babe." He purred, only making you more lustful.

He finally stopped, moving up between your legs before giving you a kiss, John's hand slipping up your top to cup your tit. You kissed him back, tasting yourself on his lips before he began undoing his belt, quickly getting rid of his pants and boxers.. slipping his shirt off as he nibbled on your neck, his cock rubbing against your clit as he moved his hips slowly. It was purely just to rub your clit and get him off while he groaned softly, taking in your scent.

John was covered in hair on his chest, and his happy trail made you go mad. His dick had to be better, though. As you bucked your hips, moaning a bit yourself while you tried to get more stimulation. John then slipped himself inside you, earning a gasp from you as he started slow. Even after fucking him so many times you never really stretched enough for it not to hurt a bit.. so every time you did fuck his cock always managed to make your cunt falter. And that's what he was doing now. "Tell me.." He taunted.

You watched him slip in and out of you steadily.. his nose still buried in your neck as he began to get quicker.. your hands squeezing at his back a bit only for him to begin to pound into you, at the perfect spot. You moaned, not holding back as he suckled on your neck, surely marking you. He didn't hold back, eventually moving from your neck and holding your face in place as he fucked you.. really pounded into you relentlessly. "No.." you weakly responded, getting a smile from him.

"I can tell you're just as tight as were last time.." He grinned, knowing his effect on you.

You weren't really capable of making noise now. Not when he was hitting right at your cervix, little whimpers streaming from your mouth as he kept going. "Is that dick good? Hm?" He grunted out, hardly getting a little nod from you. You could barely move. Your nails were clawed in his back.. and you could only register how good it felt... and how good he was. "Yeah?"

He fucked into you, beginning to rut his cock further inside you instead as he inched closer to release, only making him go rougher. "Fuck.." He hummed roughly, keeping a strong hold on you as your cunt only leaked more arousal.. he was practically milking you of everything you had while you just let him, the pleasure far too much to stop.

Soon, john was even getting sloppy, trying his best not to cum, but it really was the inevitable. He stayed inside you, rubbing your clit as gentle as possible, strings of little whimpers and moans coming from you. Your neighbors were definitely sick of the weekly fucks.

"Shh.. quiet, princess." He said softly. He was a gruff man, so his soft voice was more of a soft smokers voice. To shush you, he leant down and gave you a long kiss.. rubbing circles into you clit while his cock began to slowly piston into you. You kissed him back, his tongue entering your mouth as you made even more noise for him.

Your back arched, hips bucking into his hand while you tried to get more stimulation, and john gave you exactly that. His hand quickened, as well as his thrusts, while you just couldn't take it.

Your pussy was absolutely covered in your arousal, and the base of his cock was collecting your juices, creating little froth. John's finger grazed over your clit, and that was what made you break. You let out a lengthy moan, and it didn't take long for him to realize you came. He took his finger off, instead pulling from the kiss, creating a string of spit between you two. "Good girl.." Your pussy appreciated those words, your thighs trying to close desperately as you shook a bit, squirming while you felt him fuck you a bit faster, helping you come from your high.

Your mind was blank.. you couldn't even think of the consequences if he came inside you, but by then he was buried deep in that cunt of yours, fighting back moans as he came.. rutting up a few times. "S'so good." You mumbled, barely audible. John just chuckled softly, pulling out despite your pussy trying to suck him back in.

He moved back up, kissing your neck again before getting off the bed and slipping his boxers on, taking your shirt off. "I'm gonna run you a bath, alright?" You nodded, him picking you up while you clung to him, allowing him to bring you to your shared bathroom, turning the faucet on for the bath while you stood in it.. only feeling his cum seep out of you. John acted with a towel, cleaning you off with pleasure and a sweet smile. He was definitely better than your dildo.

He would be throwing that out tonight, for sure.

Honestly, I lowkey hate the dildo too. Don't blame him.

Anyways, this took a while. Sorry if the smut is bad, I tried my best, lol 😭🫶🏻 I could've added more detail to the smut, but idk I kinda just wanna get this out of my drafts, so here you go

#john price smut #john price x female reader #john price x reader #john price x you #john price x f!reader #john price #cod x reader

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princessbrunette · 6 months

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i love ur works so so much <3, you’ve inspired me to watch outerbanks and be obsessed with rafe!! i had this specific image in my head of reader craving a little tap on the cheek by rafe and acts out for it. he eventually figures out why and lightly scolds reader for it but gives in because he can never say no to us <3 mwah

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that’s so sweet thank u sm omg !!!!

and ugh i love this idea ! just sometimes when you’re having an off day you feel super unfocused n sometimes you just need rafe to smack you a little to make you feel looked after ??? idk it makes sense to me !!

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just standing infront of him literally throwing a fit because you’re upset that he doesn’t understand what you want, pulling at his shirt and lightly smacking him trying to get a reaction out of him.

“c’mon rafe! ugh you’re just —!” you huff, tears in your eyes as you smack at his arm again, the man stood before you staring at you incredulously. he’s not even in a bad mood for this to irritate him the way it might another time — and he has no idea truly what brought this on.

“what are you — hey, you gonna use those big girl words n’fuckin’ talk or what?” he manages to hold you still and you catch your breath, staring up at him poutily.

“you need to know! i don’t wanna have to tell you!” you whine incoherently, twisting in his hold before he adjusts his grip, manhandling you to stay still a little rougher. the act makes you melt a little in his hands, a hopeful gaze flickering across your face.

“you need me to tell you?” he asks, slowly seeming to catch on to the kind of mood you’re in.

“i need you to hit me!” you cry out when telling just isn’t enough. the room falls quiet as he stares at you, lips parted in surprised. you pant, sniffling and he sighs, letting go of you to run a hand over his face. sometimes he wonders what he’s done to this poor innocent girl he swept up, incredibly aware of the fact he’s conditioned you into craving that firm hand from him because he gave it to you involuntarily 99% of the time, especially as plenty of affection always followed. he figured that’s what you really needed on a day like this — but you’re so wound up nothings gonna convince you otherwise ‘til you get what you want.

“alright. okay— hey, stop whining. go sit on the floor infront of my chair, alright?” he turns you by the shoulder and aims you toward the living room where the arm chair he usually sat in awaited. he pats your ass as he sends you off and he stands alone for a moment, thinking over his actions that may have gotten you to this point— slightly disturbed by your wishes, whilst regretfully aroused.

he enters a moment later to see you eagerly knelt by the chair, so happy to see him walk in like a puppy who has no idea it’s about to be kicked.

“just a few, alright? not gonna learn your lesson next time if you like it this much.” he hears himself saying, already assuming the role. his words are slow and sure, talking to you like you’re dumb.

“mhm, yeah.” youre barely listening, wedging between his legs and nuzzling into his palm when he smooths it over your cheek in preparation.

he stares for a moment, cock straining his his slacks already— not that you’ve even noticed, eyes fixated on his. “need to hear you say it again.” he demands, a little quieter this time. rafe was a pretty shameless man, but even this pushed it a little. somehow, you knew exactly what he meant.

“daddy, please hit me.” you whimper— and oh he does, rings on and all.

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#🐑 anon #rafe cameron prompt #tw impact play

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mxqdii · 10 months

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angst to fluff matt sturniolo but he's stubborn about talking it out with reader so it lasts long to the point where reader gets frustrated yk? maybe this is too specific 😭 also if u do this, do it however!!

did you mean it? - m.s

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt accidentally says "i love you" and just pretends it never happened, leaving the reader sad and conflicted.

warning(s): angst, confession, crying? (idk help 😭)

"this is why i fell in love with you" he says and i freeze

he loves me?

i look at him, blank expression on my face

(which is definitely not how my mind is reacting)

his face turns bright red

"you-" i start but get interrupted

"i didn't mean it like that" he says and i feel my heart drop

"oh, okay.." i say, almost in a whisper

my heart just shattered into a million pieces. matt, my boyfriend, the love of my life, doesn’t mean it like that.

we continue making dinner, the awkward silence filling the room.

suddenly nick and chris come downstairs, and for some reason i'm actually thankful for it.

they start talking to us but my mind is elsewhere, maybe it's my fault. i mean, i didn't say it back fast enough which could've caused matt to second guess, or he just didn't mean it, or-

"y/n you there?" nick says and i snap out of my thoughts

"yeah! yeah im here.." i say with a dry tone and a short smile

i'm too upset to be cheerful right now.

we finish making dinner and finish eating, which is when me and matt decide to watch a movie.

throughout the film, i noticed how matt started acting like nothing happend

i hate it.

i feel like we should at least talk about it, or like.. mention it again?

maybe it wasn't that big of a deal

maybe i should let it go

or maybe, matt is being stubborn.

"matt" i say, abruptly

"yes love?" he says and i feel shivers go down my spine

do i really wanna ruin this? now?

i just am so in my head i cannot leave things like that.

"i- uh.." my words get caught in my throat and i feel like i can't get out what i wanna say

maybe it's for the better.

"i'm gonna go, home- yeah." i say

"oh, okay." he answered

i quickly grab my keys and jacket, saying bye to nick and chris, then giving matt a quick hug and immediately leaving.

fuck fuck fuck, what do i even do.

i get home and feel a sense of lonliness, emptiness fill me.

i can't help but burst into tears

i messed up

i don't know why my mind immediately went to it being my fault, i guess that's just my instinct, matt was actually the one who noticed i always assumed things were my fault, so he would always reassure me thing's weren't.

after that whole situation earlier though, things are different this time.

the thought of matt makes me cry harder.

minutes pass, then hours, and suddenly its been a day.

it's currently 10pm, the last time i heard from matt was yesterday, when i left his house actually..

i've been crying all day just watching TV

i am a mess.

suddenly i get a knock on the door

i wipe my tears, running to the bathroom to make sure my nose and eyes arent red anymore (which thankfully arent)

i look fine, i look like i've been fine.

perfect.

i run back to the door, quickly opening it, knowing i've kept whoever waiting long enough

matt.

i go speechless, like, i literally don't have the words, and even if i did, i'm not sure what i'd say.

"you're a mess" he says, breaking the silence

"i'm not a mess" i exclaim and he looks down with a laugh

"i can tell you've been crying" he adds on, confirming his 'i'm a mess' comment.

fuck, this boy knows me too well.

i open the door wider, gesturing him to come in.

"so.. why are you here.." i ask and he turns around to face me

"because i'm stubborn and you're frustrated." he replies, causing me to look at him in confusion

"i've never lied to you, until last night. i do love you y/n, i should've said it but i just- i couldn't. and then i got scared and tried to ignore it, causing me to be distant. but every second we didn't talk i was thinking about it- i was thinking about you."

all this information is too much for my slow brain to process

"so you- you meant it? you love me?" i repeat and he steps closer to me

"yes y/n, i love you" he states and i smile

he puts his hands on my waist and kisses me

we pull away, still inches away from eachother

"i love you too matt."

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midwesternvibes · 2 months

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Alright people, it's time for more Villain Leo lore!!!

Today we are diving into Leo and Splinter's relationship!!!

Read under the cut because this got so LONG, these two have so many issues and there was so much to work with.

Alright, so it's no secret that Leo and Splinter have a....less than ideal relationship. You can see throughout all of TMNT history that Leo looks up to Splinter an insane amount, and Rise Leo is no different.

This boy looked up to Lou Jitsu his whole life, and we can often see him doing the same movements and catchphrases that Lou did. Granted, all the boys do, but Leo seems particularly attached to Lou

And we've all seen the smile comparisons, it's insane how similar his grandiose smile is to Lou Jistu's.

The point is, Leo really looks up to his dad, and we can see this in his actions and attitudes towards not only Lou Jitsu, but also Splinter in canon.

"Trust me pops!"

I mean, just look at how happy he is to be there with his dad, in his element. This episode is Leo at his peak, outsmarting everyone and predicting his family's moments to the letter.

Also, idk about you, but that smile seems incredibly genuine. That's not even a Lou Jitsu smile, that's a 100% Hamato Leonardo smile at his dad whom he looks up to so much.

And what does Splinter say to his son's ask for trust?

"I knew I should have brought Purple!"

....what.

That is his SON. His 14, maybe 15 year old son, who is asking for his father to trust him.

....and he responds by saying that he wishes he had brought his more intelligent twin brother instead, who he has already shown an implied favoritism towards in the past

"And I thought Purple was the funny one!"

"Told you guys I was the funniest."

This is a pretty harmless comment tbh, but Leo takes so much pride in his quips, one-liners and puns that this had to sting a little bit.

There's such a huge amount of content to sift through when it comes to these two, and that fact actually saddens me because I had SO MUCH to pick from when making this post, but here's some highlights.

One thing that I noticed while watching a Splinter and Leo compilation is that during the memory episode, Leo is the only one Splinter directly hits

NONE of the other three were directly hit like this is any point in the episode and yeah, this could totally be played off as a bit or just a case of wrong place, wrong time, but we'll get to my theory later, right now I'm just laying out the facts.

An important detail I'd like to point out here too is Leo's face after the first hit.

Guys, he looks HURT. Donnie and Raph are looking at him, checking that he's okay, but he is looking right past them at the shadow Splinter, who is dressed and looks just like his childhood idol, who just hit him specifically right in the face.

Not only his idol even. No, the most pure and unfiltered representation of his father, the man who's raised him his whole life.

And he just got hit in the face.

Ouch. For a kid as emotive as Leo (who I honestly think feels his emotions even more intensely than Mikey when he lets them out), this is a devastating blow. Literally.

Then, let's talk about this scene, you all knew it was coming.

"Can someone tell my son I am NOT TALKING TO HIM!!"

"You got this pops! I love you!"

Guys this scene hurts my heart. Like, once again, he can't be older than 15 at this point. Yeah he's being a badass stratigiser this whole episode, but you cannot convince me that he wasn't at least a little excited to see his dad, his HERO in action, and wearing a matching outfit as well, and show his dad, his idol and hero, exactly what he's capable of. Leo absolutely worships the ground Splinter walks on and what does his father have to say to his son"s encouragement??

"NO!"

GAHHHH like yes, Leo was kinda being a little shit this whole episode and could have clued his dad in on the plan a little bit, but honestly that could have ruined everything if Splinter had any holdbacks.

Not to mention, this is the only Leo and Splinter episode we get. Donnie gets the derby, Mikey gets the Hidden City bonding, even Raph gets the ending of the memory episode, and in each, they have a genuine moment of bonding with Splinter.

Splinter never ONCE apologized for his actions in this episode. Not once. RAPH is the one who tells Leo in this episode later on that he trusts Leo, something he's been begging Splinter for the entire time.

All of a sudden, this moment doesn't seem so out of place.....

"I love you soooo much!" "No, no you don't, I'm your least favorite!!"

This line could totally just be a throwaway line, but as it was pointed out to me by the wonderful @nardos-primetime, the alarms that the boys did for Google home have a REALLY upsetting one for Leo

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Go to about 1:57 and listen to that one and just......cry.

NOW that line in "Rat Flu" makes a LOT more sense. Splinter LAUGHED at Leo when he asked if he was his favorite. LAUGHED at him.

But wait, you may ask. What about the ending? Splinter made Leo the leader, obviously he trusts him!

....yeah, just take a look at their faces here.

Donnie and Mikey are basically horrified beyond belief and in complete shock

Raph is.....blue screening, honestly

And Leo looks completely taken aback and shocked and scared and honestly, I don't blame him. There is absolutely NO precedence for Splinter to do this. He has proved time and time again that he does NOT trust Leo, he never ONCE tells Leo that he trusts him even though he asks for that trust during the entirety of "Unhappy Returns". NONE of them look happy about this new change.

You could see this as Splinter finally giving Leo a chance, but I see this a lot more as one of the more popular Fandom interpretations of Splinter wanting to give Raph a break. Raph had a huge breakdown during the finale and I don't think it's unreasonable for Splinter to have heard of that and decide that his beloved eldest needed a chance to recover.

Who better to pass this burden on to than his least favorite son!

We also see in the movie that this shift in power dynamics really doesn't do much other than create a lot of interpersonal conflict between Leo and Raph, something Splinter does absolutely nothing to help out with, other than telling them to quiet down.

Now that we have all of our evidence (and I put more work into getting evidence for this than for the English project I'm supposed to be doing right now can I just cite this as a source for me being capable of gathering evidence???) we can actually get into the analysis of how this all would affect him.

First of all, I mentioned that I would discuss the repercussions of the memory episode. This analysis is more for Splinter, but I feel like it's still important. We've seen time and time again that Leo is very similar to how Splinter was as a young teen in both looks and attitude. If Splinter truly resents his younger self and how he acted, it would make a lot of sense for him to also subconsciously resent his son who acts a lot like himself at that age. This would cause him to lash out at Leo in his subconscious, the one place where his true thoughts and feelings are on full display.

I just wanna point out his face again here, Leo looks so hurt. He definitely already knows that he's not anywhere near Splinter's favorites at this point, but it still hurts him to see that get confirmed.

This brings me to my next point of Leo's psyche. He is a very confident, witty, smart teenager, but he's still just that. A teenager. He's anxious, insecure, and very self-reliant. He looks to others for praise often and rarely receives it, usually having to hype himself up. His relationship with Splinter only emphasizes these qualities about him and makes Leo look so much worse in Splinter's eyes because his son is just a modern-day representation of his past self.

Now let's put this into perspective of Leo's decent into villainy.

If Leo is hurting and under the impression that his brothers are maybe starting to dislike him, even hate him, adding Splinter on to this can only make it worse.

Maybe he goes to his dad for tips on how to lead when he feels like he can't talk to Raph anymore and needs his father's advice.

Maybe he sets up a dinner for him and Splinter to just chat and bond instead of sitting at the dinner table with another one of Mikey's meals that he feels too sick with anxiety from his little brother's disappointed looks to eat.

Maybe he goes to his father crying from another nightmare after not feeling welcomed in Donnie's lab anymore after they fought for an hour the day before.

And maybe, just maybe, Splinter waves him off every time.

Forgets.

Laughs at him.

I mean, this is a kid who relys on others to build him up, to praise him and love him because after all....

Who is he without his family?

Maybe it's time to find out.

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toxic3mmy · 1 month

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Imagine Alex about to fuck you for the first time and you were wearing the ‘lucky you’ jeans.

(they’re jeans that when you unzip them there’s a piece of fabric that says “Lucky you”)

why is this such a cute idea😭 i can’t make my mind up, would alex be super shy when he saw this or would he be cocky and all smirky abt it??? idk hehe

[also im sorry! this is short but it gets right to the point😛]

prompt: your first time, Alex gets lucky

warnings!! smut!

alex had taken you out to a nice dinner date. the entire night, he was such a perfect gentleman to you.

you really loved him. despite the relationship being only a few months in, you knew you loved him. you had never felt the way that alex made you feel.

and on this night, as you admired alex smiling across from you under the dim restaurant light you thought, damn.. i’d really like to give myself to you..

on the car ride home, it’s honestly all you could think about.

“everything okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his eyes on the road as he drove the two of you home

“yeah, just lost in thought. sorry..”

he opened your car door and led you inside. once inside, you decided to ask.

“alex.. can we, you know..?”

alex froze as he was taking off his shoes at the door. he looked at you nervously

“can we what?”

“can you make love to me?” you said quietly, hoping not to make a fool of yourself

“are you sure? i don’t want you to feel rushed or anything y/n” he finally looked at you, taking your hand in his

“im really sure.. i’ve been thinking about this all night, im ready”

he smiled shyly and led you to his bed. he dimmed the light and turned on some soft music.

“i love you.. i hope you know that y/n” he laid you down

“i do and i love you too” you pecked his lips softly as he hovered above you

“please let me know if im hurting you or if you want me to stop, okay?”

you nodded and pulled his face to yours, connecting your lips once again. the kiss was slow. his lips felt so soft and warm against yours. the aroma of his cologne filled your senses and you never realized how intoxicating it was.

your hands were looped around his neck. you felt alex tilt his face a bit more and his tongue softly pressed your bottom lip. you opened your mouth slightly and tasted him entirely.

you let out a low gasp as your boyfriend tangled his tongue with yours. he groaned into your mouth and you felt a heat building in your core.

“you taste so sweet” he whispered and pecked your lips again before kissing lower

he kissed your jaw and began to suck and bite a hickey into your neck. you squirmed and squeezed your legs together as you began to feel needy for him. he continued to kiss your smooth skin.

“can i take this off?” he asked, politely giving your blouse a small tug and you obliged

he helped you slip off your top along with your bra

“so beautiful..” he murmured against your supple breasts

he kissed and licked your nipples while your hands found their way to his back, digging your nails into his skin as he swirled his tongue around your chest.

he went to take off your jeans. as he unzipped them, he stopped and you looked to see him smirking up at you

“what? whats wrong?” you said breathlessly

“lucky me..” he chuckled and your face fell hot

“did you wear these specifically for me? it’s a bit naughty, don’t you think?” his teasing made you feel more embarrassed

“babe stop! just.. just—”

“just what, chiquita?” his smile never faltered

“just fuck me already” and alex practically growled at your filthy words

he took your jeans and panties off and threw them aside. he proceeded to prop your thighs up and kissed down them, leaving purple marks all over your skin. he finally got to your heat and licked up and down you agonizingly slowly.

your whimpering encouraged him to continue. he took two fingers and entered your tight hole. his mouth focused on your clit. he slowly built up a steady speed, pumping his fingers in and out of you while his tongue swirled deliciously around your throbbing clit.

you wanted more and so without a word, you pulled him up to connect your lips once again as your hands helped him undress.

“eager, are we?” he asked with your lips still against his own

“shut up and fuck me, alexis” his pants and boxers were off now and he went to enter you

he slowly pushed himself in as he positioned himself above you again. your face scrunched up in slight pain as his cock stretched you open

“are you okay? tell me when to move, chiquita” he panted

“im okay.. go ahead”

his hips thrusted in and out of you. slowly, the pain subsided and you felt such an immense sensation of pleasure. you needed more

you pulled alex up in a sitting position and you climbed to sit in his lap. you sat down and felt him enter you again

“oh god… you’re so deep alex… you feel so g-good” your hands were on his shoulders now as you took control

you bounced yourself on his hard cock and alex was moaning incredibly loudly, whimpers of your name left his mouth at every thrust

he leaned back on one arm and brought his free hand to your mouth

“open your mouth” he ordered

he used your saliva to coat his fingers and went to play with your clit. you threw your head back as his fingers rubbed against your clit perfectly. you moved closer to him as you began to feel tired out. your arms hugged him to your chest, your lips on his neck as you moaned into it. he took control and fucked into your pussy while still giving attention to your clit.

“i-im cumming” you stuttered out and alex sped up

he hit you at a new angle and it was enough to drive you over the edge. your hips stuttered and your legs trembled as you came down from your high. alex slid himself out of your tired pussy and began to tug at himself

“where do you want it, princesa?” he groaned, and in turn you opened your mouth and looked up at him with your big doe eyes

“look at you, mouth open and ready for my load. you look so pretty..” he said as his hand quickened and you felt his warm juices all over your face and you tasted him on your tongue

he helped you clean your face and the two of you laid together naked underneath his duvet.

“i think i was the lucky one tonight” you giggled

alex kissed your forehead and whispered sweet nothings to you until you fell asleep

#alex quackity #alexis quackity #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity fanfic #quackity x y/n #quackity smut

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eveninggstar · 3 months

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I Love You

Summary: you’ve been dating Jake for a few months. When he takes you on a shopping spree at the mall, you find a photo booth and tell him how you feel.

Warnings: fluff, angst, happy ending, kissing, lipstick kisses, readers looks aren’t specified (only that they wear lipstick) but intended to be female, no use of y/n, jake and reader being stupid

A/N: heyyy 👀 sorry i’ve not posted

n e wayz

i saw a video on insta of this couple in a photo booth and the boy hand lipstick kisses on him from his girlfriend and she told him that she loved him. his face was so cute but i read the comments and saw ‘notice how he didn’t say it back’ and i saw a comment that they aren’t together anymore and i was just like 😨

sorry that’s long anyway enjoy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Today you and Jake had been on an incredible shopping spree. Seeing as it was your birthday the week prior, Jake practically begged to pay for your things. The past three months are probably the best three months of your life. The way Jake made you feel felt indescribable. That was until a specific word came to mind in a one afternoon movie session. You were laying in your back, with Jake’s head smushed against your chest. He had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around you as you scratched his scalp. Looking down at his peaceful face, and one word flashed across your mind. Love.

Ever since that moment at your apartment, you have been trying to find the right moment to tell Jake. You hoped he loved you back. Of course he did, why else were you two always together or why did he always want to spoil you. You hoped.

Your shopping spree was coming to a close, Jake’s arms full of your items as he repeatedly refused to let you hold even the small bags. As you and Jake were about to leave the mall, he suddenly stopped and gasped.

“Oh. My. God.” He turned to you, jumping to the balls of his feet. “Baby, we have to take photos!” He pointed towards the photo booth, the multiple bags in that arm swaying. “This can be your best birthday ever.” He walked the small steps towards you and dropped his head to your shoulder and mumbled, “Please, please, please.”

You turned your head to look at him pouting, with his new lip piercings (AHHH they look so good girl don’t even!!!(i started writing this when he got them done)). You kissed his forehead, leaving him to have a giddy smile on his face, “Of course!”

After manoeuvring all the bags of endless clothes and accessories and paying, you and Jake sat comfortably on the seat. You reapplied your lipstick quickly to give Jake multiple kiss marks on his face and neck. You had only missed his lips. Luckily the camera had taken a photo during.

“Ummm, you forgot a place.” He looked at you then pushed his lips out as far as they could. You looked at him, a small smile on your face as the camera captured the moment.

“Where?” You grabbed his face, looking for the area you missed. You knew he was on about his lips, but there was nothing wrong with asking.

“My lips!” he whined.Giving in, you kissed him. Meanwhile you were thanking god first taking a photo. “Okay, we have one left. What do we do?”

You were both sat looking forwards at the camera thinking. He was thinking of a pose to do, meanwhile you were debating on telling Jake you secret the had been eating away at you.

The photo booth was on the two second mark. Giving in you looked at him, “I love you.” The camera took the last picture, Jake’s face the happiest you’ve ever seen it.

He quickly turned his head towards you, “Really? Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” You timidly smiled at him, looking through your lashes at him. He nodded then got up, picking up your bags and left the photo booth. You were gobsmacked (is this a term people outside england use? idk it’s like shocked) and a little sad. You thought Jake was going to say it back. Yet, he had just left.

Deciding to follow him, he was waiting for you after pocketing both photo strips, leaving it a very awkward drive to your apartment.

When Jake arrived at his shared house with his friend Johnnie, he had an irreversible smile on his face. Johnnie, only just woke up, came down the stairs and noticed as his roommates dimples were the deepest he had ever seen them.

“Dude.” Jake bolted to the disheveled man, unable to stop bouncing on the balls of his feet and he swings his arms in an up agg bc d down motion.

“What?” Johnnie croaked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was struck by the happy Jake as he grabbed Johnnies shoulders, causing the Johnnies eyes to widen in shock.

“She said she loves me!” Jake was jumping up and down with an indescribable joy, slowly Johnnie began to jump with him.

Meanwhile, you were in your room. You were sat at your vanity desk, looking at yourself and wallowing in self pity. Why did he seem so happy when you and it, yet didn’t say it back? Or anything for that matter! You constantly asked yourself what signals you couldn’t read. Maybe he didn’t love you, maybe he was planing on breaking up.

It had been a week, a week of one worded texts or dry texts back and forth with Jake. You hadn’t even called or hung out together since your birthday. So when you were grocery shopping, you were surprised to see Jake calling you.

“Hello?”

“Come over to mine.” He sounded incredibly serious. Seems like he had made up his mind and was going to break up with you. The best person in your life would be no longer apart if it. Then, he hung up, leaving you to wallow in self pity.

Knocking on the door to Jake’s house, you didn’t look as good as you knew you were able to. The door slammed open, showing Jake with a new tattoo on his arm. A love heart. Jake grabbed your arm and quickly pulled you inside, not realising the tight grasp he had.

“Oh my god! i’m so sorry,” he looked at you with his adorable puppy dog eyes, pouting his pierced lip then leant in to kiss the mark-less area. “Come sit,” he repetitively famed his hand towards himself as he walked over to the couch, then sitting down.

You stayed standing as he looked up at you with a certain glow, smiling at you. This, of course, irritated you. The man had the audacity to act like this yet couldn’t even bother to text you.

“Jake, stop!” You raised your voice, being serious. His smile and eyebrows dropped, not knowing what was wrong.

“What’s-”

“You don’t get to act like this if you’re going to break up with me! Just do it now.” You interrupted him. As soon as you finished your sentence he shot up, wrapping his long arms around you. He buried his stupidly handsome face into your hair, lowering his voice.

“What makes you think i want to break up with you?” His voice was as soft as one of those adorable golden puppies.

“It just that-” you sighed, pulling away to rest your hands on his chest and his fell to your waist. “Since i said that i loved you, you’ve been avoiding me.” You stopped, looking to see if he would say anything. Realising there was no point, you decided to bury your hole of self pity deeper. “Please, just break up with me. It will make this so much easier.”

Jake watched as tears gathered in your eyes. Grabbing both sides of your face, he angled you so the out of you were eye to eye. “I love you so much. Words can’t even describe it.” He had a soft smile on his face. “I love the times we go shopping together,” he kissed your cheek, “I love it when you leave lipstick marks all over me,” he kissed the other cheek, “and i love you.” he kissed your lips.

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moonlightspencie · 1 year

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prompt for a drabble where boyfriend!spencer forgets readers birthday and maybe a little angsty idk u tell me 💞

hehehe yes

pairing: spencer reid x reader

me being self-indulgent by letting the reader hold a grudge a little bit

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You sighed, still waiting by the phone. It felt pathetic, really, waiting around for someone to call. Even a message would be welcomed at this point. Anything would be better than sitting alone on your birthday waiting around for someone to care.

Well, waiting for a specific someone to care.

You’d already gotten calls from family and friends. You’d even turned down an invitation to go party with some girl friends since Spencer had promised months ago that he’d be home to make your birthday special.

Now it was past seven at night and you were left wondering.

You got up from your seat, feeling sadder and more annoyed as time dragged on, and decided maybe a bath and glass of wine wouldn’t be too shabby of a celebration if you had to be celebrating alone. You grabbed your favorite bottle from the kitchen, along with a glass, and headed for your bathroom.

You sat in the tub for a while, soaking in the warmth of the water and the smells of the soap you’d dumped in by the gallon to make bubbles. Your bottle of wine was half-empty by the time you’d finally heard the front door open and shut, Spencer’s voice muffled from the other side.

“Honey?” he called, footsteps getting nearer. “Hon, are you in bathroom?”

“Yeah,” you said, tone short and clipped.

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

He paused. “Is everything okay? I tried calling a few times on my way home.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Just leave me alone, Spencer. I’m trying to enjoy my night.”

“Did I do something?”

You didn’t answer, irritated that he’d even ask. He waited another moment before trying again.

“I don’t know what to do if you don’t tell me,” he pleaded.

“Go check a calendar.”

You huffed another sigh, closing your eyes and trying to enjoy what felt like your last moments of peace for the night. You heard a quiet ‘oh’ from the other side of the door, then a knock.

“Please let me in,” he said, voice still quiet. “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head, then got up out of the bath and wrapped yourself in a towel. You pulled open the door, immediately lifting a hand to keep him from trying to hug you.

“I’m sorry, honey, I didn’t realize,” he said, eyes pleading for mercy.

“What happened to the eidetic memory?”

You pushed past him and walked into the bedroom, dropping the towel and throwing on some baggy pajamas. He followed behind, silently waiting until you were ready to talk. He sat on the bed, reaching out a hand to you. You stayed planted in front of him.

“I told friends I couldn’t hang out with them today because my wonderful boyfriend promised months ago he’d make my birthday special,” you said, finally letting yourself feel sad rather than angry.

“Baby,” he muttered, standing.

You allowed it when he wrapped his arms around you, rubbing up and down your back.

“I’m really disappointed, Spence.”

He nodded. “I know. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have forgotten.”

“You didn’t even say it in a text or a call or anything.”

“Would you be mad if I said ‘happy birthday’ now?”

You couldn’t help but crack a small smile.

“I’d be pissed.”

“Good thing I asked, then,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked up at him.

“I think I need to stay mad right now.”

“Can I still hold you while you’re mad?”

You nodded.

“Okay,” he said, “Let’s get you into bed and you can be mad at me all night and all day if you need to.”

“What about the day after tomorrow?”

“That day, too.” He smiled softly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know.”

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dnaofhersoul · 5 months

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a crush. (smut)

simon “ghost” riley x female reader

first post!! idk how long this just gonna be but we’ll figure out by the end lol

warning: simon being rough, spanking, degrading, crying from pleasure, drooling

ever since you were placed in task force 141, you’ve always had a little.. crush, on your lieutenant. at first it started small. getting to meet the task force.. but him. more specifically.

2 years ago.

you’re being guided to a meeting room by your CO.

“here you go.” he says, pointing to a door in front of you, walking you inside. you see a few men, one with a beard, a younger man, someone with a mohawk.. and a man wearing a skull mask.

your CO speaks. “this is y/n l/n. you all may remember her from when we went over her persona file together. get to know each other dor a bit. i’ll back after awhile.”

he closes the door, leaving you all together.

the man with the beard speaks up. “i’ll be your captain. captain price. thats gaz, our buddy soap, and ghost.” he points to everyone as he names them, they all wave or talk a little. except for ghost. he just glances at you.

something about that mysterious demeanor captured your attention from the start.

back to present time.

your mind is plagued with him. everytime the group goes out to hang around, get drinks.. you stare at him. his muscles. his dark eyes. his tattoos. the veins on his arms. the thought of his rough hands pulling on your hair, his fat cock sliding in and out of your holes. him treating you like a whore..

“thats it. you little slut.”

“yeah. just like that. take it all.”

“beg for it. you want this dick so bad, hm? be a good girl and take it then.”

i guess nobody ever notices. or so you thought.

price invited everybody to his office, with a pack of beer. everyones just drinkin, talking, until soap speaks up.

“‘ey, how about we play a game. truth or dare?” he smiles. we look at soap, and mutual agreement instills to play the game. “how about the lass goes first?” he smiles and looks at you. “why not?” you smile. “truth or dare?” “truth.”

“hmm..” he says, thinking for a second, before his eyes light up. he giggles to himself before speaking. “okay.. why do like starin’ at ghost here? hes a little guy after all.” he smiles at his own sarcasm. “little?” ghost side eyes soap, who promptly shushes him. “you got a little crush on him?” soap says to you. you begin to blush. ghosts moves from side eyeing soap to staring at you. as if he was looking at prey and he was the predator.

“you’re seein’ things soap. i don’t have a staring problem, unlike you.” you laugh awkwardly, trying to deflect the question. you feel ghosts eyes on you the entire time, staring through his baclava. “hey, uh.. you guys keep on without me.” you say, standing up and making an excuse to get out of there.”

“i just remembered i need to fill something out. it’ll take awhile. maybe i’ll come back if you guys are still around here when i’m done.” you smile, giving a small wave and closing the door before beelining it to your room, blushing. you stuff your face into your pillow and let out a long, exaggerated sigh. your face is still pink with blush and embarrassment.

there wasn’t any paperwork for you to do. you just feel so.. awkward about it. you sigh and stretch onto your bed. you take off your bra, and change into more comfortable pants. you admire your body for a second in the mirror while changing. your perky tits, your curves, you look good.

you lie in bed. your mind begins to wonder again. ghost.. his muscles. him pinning us against the wall.. tugging down our pants and panties. rubbing the tip against your hole.

you slide your hand down into your panties and begin to play with your clit as you think about him.

him bending you over his leg, spanking you. making you count each hit. fingering your pussy with his massive digits.

you slide your fingers into you and begin to move them in and out as you slide your pants off.

him shoving his cock into you, arching your back and using you like a fleshlight. using you like a toy, like the slut you are for him.

*knock knock knock*

you’re snapped out of your trance. you panic, getting up to wash your hand off. “who is it?” you yell while washing your hands. “ghost.” you freeze as you hear his deep voice. “uh- just a minute!” you dry your hands and run over to your pants, sliding them back on. you look in the mirror, making sure you look presentable. you open the door, his tall frame towering over you. “can i come in?” he says, his voice turning you on already.

“oh uh- yeah. of course.” you open the door and let him in, going to sit on your own bed. “why- are you here..?” you ask. “what was that about.” he says. “what are you talkin’ about?” you say, knowing EXACTLY what hes talking about.

“the truth or dare thing.” he says, looking down at you. “you wanna answer that?” he says. “i- well its complicated..” you say before he cuts you off. “talk.” you avoid eye contact with him, an awkward silence instilling. he grabs your face and makes you look at him, you’re blushing pink. “look at me. talk.” you look at him. “i uhm.. i think. i have a crush on you.” you say, your face warm. he stares in silence for a few seconds before speaking.

“well isn’t that cute.” he says. you tell can hes smirking through his baclava. in one swift movement, he pins you down onto the bed. “and what do you reckon you wanna do about that crush?” he says. you’re frozen. you’re flustered and begin to trip over your words before he pulls his mask up just above his lips and presses his lips onto your roughly.

you moan into his lips, his mouth traveling down your neck. his hands slide up your shirt, feeling your tits. he lifts your shirt up, squeezing your boobs with his rough hands. you make a bold move and begin to rub his dick through his pants, he chuckles when you. he unzips his pants and tugs them down a little, letting you feel him through his boxers. it already feels huge but its only half hard.

he slides his fingers down your body towards and into your panties, playing with your hole, his middle finger pressing against it over and over but never entering. you whimper and play with your nipples, trying to stimulate yourself more, while toying with his cock from the outside of his boxers. he slaps your hand away from your boob. “be patient.”

you moan. he finally pushing his middle finger all the way in your tight hole. “fuck.” he grunts out, relishing in the tightness. you moan, and reach in ghosts boxers. you pull out his cock, its fully hard now and its massive. you salivate at the sight of it. you keep on stroking his cock, keeping him hard. not like he needs too much assistance though. the feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his finger is more than stimulating.

he uses his thumb to start gently rubbing your clit while still fingering you. your legs shake but you want more. “more- please.” you whimper out. he continues fingering your cunt and speaks. “more what?” he says. “use your words. ask for it.” he looks down at you. “please- please put another one inside.” he slows his pace down before inserting another finger in, as slow as possible.

he begins to pump his fingers in and out, very slowly picking up speed. you start to get loud, the wet noises coming from your pussy prominent. he starts to speed up, but not enough to finish you off. your eyes roll to the back of your head. “look at me.” he says, grabbing your face roughly. “beg.” you moan. he doesn’t even need to say what to beg for, he knows you want it.

“please- please let me finish please- i’ll be good i’m so close.” you cry out, bucking your hips up for something to push you over the edge. he speeds up, moving his fingers extremely fast, pushing against your g-spot until your eyes roll back, your legs shake and you cream all over his fingers. your high seems to last forever until you come down from it.

your legs are still shaking a bit from the orgasm. your breathing is heavy, you find some strength to look at ghost. “good girl.” he says, his cock still hard. he licks your cream off his fingers, and kisses you, tasting yourself. he pulls his baclava back down over his lips and strokes his cock a few times, pulling your panties to the side. he lines the tip up with your cunt, rubbing the tub on your hole and clit. “you want it?” he says.

you nod profusely. he rubs it a bit more before finally pushing his cock head in. the tip already feels huge, you moan. he pulls back out and shoves the tip in and out for a bit. “just put it in!” you cry out. he grabs you by your face, basically slapping you. “you’re gonna be a good little whore. you better not complain again or i’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk.” he says. that threat turned you on so much, you flex your pussy the next time sticks the tip in, prompting a groan from him. he pushes it in inch by inch, your pink walls taking him in so good. you moan loudly at the stretch, and he begins thrusting slowly. you moan and whimper as his cock slides in and out of you, drooling as his length fills you up over and over again.

he begins to thrust faster, leaving only his tip in and slamming his length back into you over and over. you moan his name. “ghost- ghost please- more, oh my- fuuuck.” you cry out. “call me simon.” you look up at him and cry out his real name, louder this time. “just like that simon- fuck me harder.” you cry out as he slams his dick into you.

he suddenly pulls out, flips you onto your stomach and arches your back, and slams back into you but from behind. he keeps his hand on your back to keep you arched as he uses you like a fleshlight. he rubs your ass before slapping it. you cry out, the pain feeling so good. he continues to fuck you while spanking you. “you like that? you fuckin’ like that?” “yes- yes please just like that.” thats gonna hurt tomorrow, but you don’t care right now.

he pulls your hair back, your eyes roll to the back of your head. the pleasure is too much. you drool and moan as he continues to pound his massive cock into you, squeezing and spanking your ass. your moans fills the room along with the erotic noises of him pounding into you and your wet pussy. “simon- i’m close- don’t stop please i’m gonna cum.” you moan out.

he begins to speed up, he angles his cock to hit spots you didn’t even know existed. your moans turn into whimpers as you get closer and closer, until your high finally comes undone. you scream out his name, everyone definitely heard it. it feels perfect, you feel so filled up. he rides you through your high, his grip on your hair loosening. he thrusts faster into you, chasing his own high.

he pulls out, stroking his cock as fast as he can, cumming on your ass. you can hear him grunting and hyperventilating. you’re still whimpering and shaking, you flop onto your side. he lies down beside you. “you still awake there, love?” he chuckles. you nod, you feeling weak and still sensitive. “do i get to see your face now?” you smile a bit. “you’re not quite there yet love.” he says, moaning to lie on his back. you nod and chuckle.

“so.. am i more than a crush now?” he says, turning his head to you. you think for a second before nodding slightly. “yeah.. yeah i think so.” you say, lifting up his mask slightly, just to see his lips. you kiss him gently. you’re more than friends now, and definitely more than a crush.

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a/n: FIRST FIC AHH!!! i hope this does well! i hope anyone who reads it enjoys, i didnt revise this so i’m hoping for the best 😭 love yall!

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ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma · 9 months

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wotw round 1

propaganda under the cut!

shen qingqiu:

Okay first a quick intro: Shen Qingqiu / Shen Yuan is the main character of SVSSS, and his deal is that he's a guy from the modern world who wakes up in the novel he read, in the body of one of the characters. Shen Yuan is his name in his original world, while Shen Qingqiu is the name of the character he became - that he uses for himself for most of the novel.

Now, what happened to him… The thing is, at the core of his woobification are his actual canon traits, but some fans really crank them up to the point where it becomes a disservice to the character. So you never know when someone saying "oh Shen Qingqiu is so oblivious" means "due to several intersecting factors Shen Qingqiu has some extremely specific blindspots regarding certain topics" (which is just true) or "haha Shen Qingqiu could get kissed by a man and still not realize that man has romantic feelings for him" (just one variation of the sentiment, but one i find particularly bewildering considering. in canon. a man kissing him was exactly what made Shen Qingqiu realize that man was actually in love with him. like my dudes the bar is low but its there!).

Stumbling into this second version in fic was funny a first few times, but now it's like… I genuinely can't tell whether any particular author is overplaying it for comedy, or genuinely believes the character is That dumb.

Also ppl often severely underestimate his power level. Like idk if that's because they compare him to the characters he often hangs out with, who are those genius top-of-the-world experts (despite him outpacing literally everyone else he ever fought against), or because of how he bungled his first-ever case (like, you know, two weeks after waking up in a whole NEW BODY, in a different world), or because he tends to downplay his own strength and also tries to avoid killing people… but like, this man took a technique that in the original was just "aesthetic and interesting" and developed it into something that could be super deadly within weeks, he's just not using it that way. And he also fixed og Shen Qingqiu's broken cultivation within the first few months of being in that body. So he's actually extremely talented and pretty strong, he just spends most of the book either nerfed by external factors (such as poison that disables his spiritual energy at random times) or surrounded by veritable powerhouses.

And this is for Shen Yuan-as-Shen Qingqiu. But the version that drives me completely up the wall is actually the portrayal of just Shen Yuan - in fanworks where he either never gets transported to the world of the novel, or wakes up as a different character. Because suddenly the traits that already get unduly amplified with Shen Qingqiu version become straight up caricature-like. He's not only oblivious to the extreme, he also gets painted as this completely naive soft babyboi (this is about a guy whose most well-known pre-transmigration canon trait is that he writes famously vitriolic rants about novels on the internet); plus, like, on the physical level, super frail and waifish which uh. wow. nice walking right back into the BL tropes the novel itself avoided?…… So yeah I'm super not keen on this portrayal. I know he doesn't appear as not-Shen Qingqiu version of himself in the novel, if we don't count the rant in the beginning, but like. please extrapolate from the character we actually have instead of writing this mega-woobie who shares nothing with the base version?

Terrible little bastard man who has a sad backstory but is actually genuinely a terrible person. Fans like to act like he is just a soft sad boi deep inside and make him lose all of his edge.

So the thing about Shen Jiu / og!Shen Qingqiu in canon is that we first learn of him as an unquestionably, almost cartoonishly villainous character. As in, he is literally a villain in the book our main character has been reading… before dying and waking up in the world of the book, as that very villain (hence the distinction of Shen Jiu being the "original" Shen Qingqiu, as our main character begins to use the name Shen Qingqiu for himself. Shen Jiu, however, is an old name that only the original has used). The original Shen Qingqiu that our main character knows is a serial child abuser in a teaching position, a murderer (killed his colleague, killed his old fiancee's entire family…), and a lecher (visited brothels and had designs on his female disciple).

Then, over the course of the novel, we learn more about Shen Jiu - in particular, that a number of things our MC "knew" about him were not true. He did not kill his colleague, but rather failed to save him, despite trying to; he killed his "fiancee"'s family because her older brother has abused him for years (and also, Shen Jiu was forced into agreeing to marry her), and also he only actually killed half of them (only men); he visited brothels because he only felt safe in the company of women, and he just went there to get a good night's sleep; and he only ever saw that female disciple he was accused of lusting after as a daughter. And in general, he had a horrible childhood, and was himself a victim of abuse.

However, not everything gets disproved. Shen Jiu still turned from a victim to perpetrator, abusing a child (coincidentally the protagonist of the og book) and trying to set him up to die/be killed several times. Canon is very clear on that point. The situation with Shen Jiu and the og book version of the protagonist is very much an illustration of cycles of abuse.

Also at a certain point, we meet the author of the in-world book, the one our MC was reading - who explains he scrapped Shen Jiu's tragic backstory because it would make him too controversial. Quoting from memory, something like: 'if you said he was a villain, he was also tragic; but if you said he was pitiful, he'd also done terrible things. All in all, a character like this was a hotbed for all kinds of fandom discourse.'

Prophetic fucking words.

Somehow, seeing all that, some 'fans' have decided to jump into a completely opposite direction: making Shen Jiu a poor little misunderstood meow meow who did nothing wrong ever and was a soft princess and totally was never mean to the protagonist ("the protagonist just has inflated sense of ego and misunderstood Shen Jiu's normal teaching as singling him out for abuse" was a take I had to see with my own two eyeballs. Theres btw an extra from Shen Jiu's pov where he laments that the fake manual he gave the kid has failed to horrifically kill him yet).

Which puts the rest of us in an awkward position of having to defend his canon assholery. Like, the whole point of this character is that he's complex! That he's both a villain and a victim! Reducing him to just one is doing him a disservice, and either extreme is equally incorrect! And this is something that happens with many similar characters, I know, but what boggles my mind about Shen Jiu's case in particular is that. it's spelled out. The whole deal with his character is spelled out in canon. And some people still go "oh so Shen Jiu was secretly the most morally pure and good character, got it". Like. how?????????????? ??? ?? ?????

noriaki kakyoin:

Uke-fied to the max so he can be shipped with jotaro lol

Ohmygod where do I even start. Kakyoin's the poster boy for twinkification and woobification of a canonically very capable, interesting (and not twinky at all) character who's so many things at once- a loyal friend, really smart, a bit of a weirdo, infodumping trivia at random times, quick-thinking in dangerous situations, reckless, polite and respectful, vengeful towards enemies but always kind to friends, depressed, determined and motivated in the face of mortal danger despite it all - even when he had the chance to leave the Stradust Crusaders and just come back to his normal life, he decided to stick with them. This decision eventually cost him his life since he got killed by Dio, the main villain. The fandom either calls him a cardboard with no personality (which is not true at ALL, where did that take even come from) or they downplay his canon badassery- Jotaro x Kakyoin shippers are often guilty of this along with twinkifying Kakyoin. The ship is fine, but they're way more interesting if you take into account their canon characterisation as huge weirdos who somehow work pretty well together- they're both different flavors of autistic that sometimes just so happen to align on the same wavelength.

#tournament poll #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #scum villains self saving system #scum villain #svsss #noriaki kakyoin #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #wotw #round 1

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The thought I can NEVER get out of my head for academic rivals is when both of them end up putting their brilliant minds together to solve one thing can we get that w academic rivals gavi plsplspls 😭

here you go anon bae <3

warnings. business class mentions & suggestive content 18+

a/n. literally went through the depths of pinterest to find pictures of gavi in this specific suit. spain needs to bring these suits back idk.

lightly tapping your pen against your lips you kept analyzing the last question on your presentation. while gavi flipped through his many notes trying to find any piece of information that could back up his claim. the two of you had never been paired up for a project before so the newfound territory was not helping either of you. in retrospect the question was quite simple all the two of you had to do was pick the best business offer of the three given to you.

“it’s the third option-” gavi starts

“what? no it’s not.” you scoff. “if our business chose that offer we’d lose more than twenty percent of our ownership.”

“okay, yeah but they’re giving us over a half a million euros plus additional funding for marketing purposes. it’s a really good deal if you think about it.” he stands up from your desk making his way towards your bed.

“not when our company has already made over five million in sales in just one year. we’re fine in the marketing department. yes, we need the money but we also shouldn’t be giving up such a high stake of our company. it’s too risky.” you try to reason as he stares up at you. the red tie from your school uniform making his brown eyes pop out.

“okay fine. which option do you find more appealing then?” he grabs his pen pointing it at you. “and it better not be the first option.”

“well obviously not. it’s clearly the second option. we’re only giving up ten percent of the company and they’re giving us over three-hundred thousand euros which is more than what we need to expand our warehouses. not to mention they’ve also helped thousands of other local companies become big names around the country. it’s the smart choice.” you type down your reasoning as you explain it.

“you know…” he leans over you carefully removing your laptop from your lap. “you get ten times more attractive when you do that.”

“do what?” you look up at him and notice his smirk.

“when you take your work all seriously like that. our company isn’t even real.” he teases you. “it’s so hot.”

you barely have time to react before his lips on yours your hands making their way towards his hair like second nature. his hands trails from your cheeks to your neck before making their way to your ass. you gasp into the kiss as he gropes your ass, the brunette using it as the perfect opportunity to leave a trail of kisses from your mouth to your neck.

“well one of us has to- fuck...” you can barely speak as he places kisses on your neck. “to be the smarter one out of the two.”

“oh, so now you’re the smarter one? i recall you calling me asking me for help-” he tries to tease you.

“you know now that i remember you left your stinky uniform here the other day. maybe you should go take care of that.” you push him off you. “i don’t want my room smelling like sweaty athlete.”

you walk him towards the laundry room dropping off some of your clothes as well. he watched intently as you place his clothes in the washer and carefully pour in some detergent. the act feeling too domestic. he wondered how you could possibly take care of him while you still had your own problems going on. you were too good for him.

“have you ever done it on top of the dryer?” he sneaks up on you.

“you’re disgusting pablo.” you shove him away.

“oh, come on.” he grins.

#chat i have become attached to academic gavi #academic rival!gavi #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader #pablo gavi smut #gavi smut #football imagine #football smut #gabri writes #gabri answers

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