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cowboyfromh3ll · 7 months

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OKAY BESTIE I'VE GOT ANOTHER ONE

It's John's turn this time.

The reader is Dutch's daughter still.

Dutch starts dating John's mother, and they have a dinner to introduce the kids. (They're 18 ans 23 but) since Dutch is serious about this woman, he wants her son (who still lives at home... also maybe has an emo band but thats besides the point) and his daughter to meet each other.

Cue another stereotypical porn scenario, except this one of the Stepbro variety

I absolutely loved Cola.

Have you heard the song "She keeps me up" by nickelback? (Ik nickelback is kinda cringe but this song 💋👌)

It reminded me of this prompt because one of the lines is:

"Funky little monkey, she's a twisted trickster.

Everybody wants to be the sister's mister

Coca cola, roller coaster

Love her even though I'm not supposed to."

(StepBro!John Marston x Dutch’s Daughter!Reader Smut)

WOOOO MY GOD this was sooooo fun to write and it's one of the best pieces of literature I have ever written. Enjoy.

Warnings: Stepcest, age gap, unprotected piv, reader is a pervert with a wild imagination

You had a near giddy sense of optimism at the thought of that day's coming events. The lust was like an IV drip in your veins, spreading through your body rapidly enough to make you feel lightheaded from excitement. You tumbled out of bed and pranced towards the bathroom like a deer frolicking through a field, though with your hazy state of mind, it felt more like dragging yourself towards the bathroom with the helpless awareness of someone realizing they’d been slipped a drug. You swung open the door with such great ferocity you thought you might rip it off its hinges if you weren’t careful.

You tried to take relief in the surging water of the shower, cranking the handle the furthest you could; the bathroom filling with steam within minutes. You stood underneath the water, watching the way each droplet drummed against the bottom of your tub hypnotically. You thought of the boy you were hours away from meeting in an introductory dinner, your father informing you he was named John. From pictures your father had so graciously shown you, you knew he was your type. He looked considerably older than you, though not by too much. Young looking enough that people wouldn’t give you questioning looks if they saw you walking together in public hand in hand, or perhaps sharing a milkshake; seductively licking the whipped cream off the corner of his mouth before dipping your own finger in the fluffy confection.

His skin looked nearly wet in the picture your father showed you, standing next to his mother in some outside area (You barely remembered what she looked like, far too focused on him). The oily lubricants of sweat caused his hair to cling to his forehead; the effortless feather of his side-swept bangs that were just slightly too long framing his left eye. You’d imagined that if you pushed them back, the path of his shining forehead would be exposed. The thought alone made your heart quicken as if he had just stripped naked in front of you. You went on to imagine that after pushing back his bangs, you’d lick his forehead; likely tasting of the sweat on his inner thighs and the crevices of his torso.

You smiled at the thought as you slathered the syrupy body wash across your breasts, hoping your skin would ferment with the scent and create an intoxicating alcohol in the air. You began to imagine John inhaling the rousing fragrance of your cherry vanilla shampoo as you massaged your scalp; the result of accidentally leaning far too forward next to him while he showed you something on his phone screen, a swath of velvety hair brushing against his nose as he tried his best not to deeply inhale you. You soon became so dizzy from your own thoughts that you clumsily supported yourself on the shower wall before sliding down. You extracted the shower head from its holder before turning the notch to a narrow stream of high pressure and holding it between your legs the same way a medic would put an oxygen mask on a patient slipping from consciousness.

You chose your outfit for the day carefully. You decided that today you’d brandish a mini baby pink slip dress, the material imperceptibly sheer; slight enough that they wouldn’t be able to discern the outline of your lacy underwear; but sheer enough that upon closer inspection, they’d be able to make out the prints of your hardened nipples and the color of your smooth breasts. For the special occasion, you wore no bra but donned a simple white cropped cardigan. Only upon entering the privacy of John’s bedroom, if allowed, would you discard the fabric to allow the cold air of the house to make a show of your hardened nipples for your target. Until you were able to engage in true contact with the man, you’d use his hungry stares as sustenance. You’d imagined John had never been with someone so deliciously supple, someone so curvaceous and tempting, that he couldn’t mask the direction in which his eyes traveled and the delight at what he was looking at.

When you check the weather for the day, your heart swelled in satisfaction at the realization of what the record high southern heat would bring. You licked your lips as you watched the news anchor on TV, almost able to taste the flavor of John’s sweat on your tongue. The piquancy would cause your mouth to water in delight, and you began to clench your legs painfully together as if to muffle the screeching desire that clawed away at the ornately papered walls of your meridional mansion.

As you shuddered, your father walked into the living room with an equally blissful smile on his face. “Goodmorning, sweetheart.” He called before walking over and planting a tender kiss to your temple. “Are you ready for tonight?” You nodded enthusiastically, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically as you realized your own excitement. In the past, you had never been particularly keen on meeting your father’s girlfriends, but it wasn’t often they had a hot son under their wing and this situation seemed too good to pass up.

The ride to their house was torturous; restless in the passenger seat of your father’s corvette as he drove down the road. Even though he was already driving above the speed limit, a part of you wanted to shove your father out of the driver's seat and drive there on your own at record speed, pushing the gas pedal to its limits. You tried your best to not bite your nails, painted cherry squares that gleamed like red vinyl; it was a habit you had ditched in the throes of your childhood. As you and your father pulled into the driveway of a quaint suburban home, all judgment you might’ve initially had left you as you remembered the prize that awaited you inside; like a parcel sitting inside an ornately wrapped gift box. You squinted your eyes against the bleached out concrete of their driveway, looking past the beat up looking 1900 Audi 100 and towards the doorway. The stone paved walkway served as an umbilical path to the inside; the bottom of your Repetto Camille heels scraping against the granular surface of their front steps, each strike of your heel against the ground a sharp reminder of what awaits you. It felt like a daydream, like you were walking a path of luminous sugar.

The rap of your father’s knuckle against the front door snapped you back to reality, and you stood there skittishly. You straightened your posture and flashed your father an enthusiastic smile which he returned. The door creaked open in front of you, revealing the woman of your father’s affections, but not the man of yours. Nonetheless, you held your smile and greeted the woman. You watched as the two exchanged kisses on the cheeks, before she turned to face you.

“Oh it’s so good to meet you, (Name)!” She stuck her hand out to shake yours, which you gingerly accepted and shook. “I’ve heard so much about you.” She went on to say, which made you smile wider.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Marston.” You nodded, your eyes skidding to look behind her to see if John was there. A sense of disappointment began to swell within you as you considered the fact that he may not be there; he was a grown man after all, and he could decide whether or not he wanted to be present to meet his mother’s new partner. The realization felt akin to the bittersweet pain of heat leaving your genitals upon retracting your hand before you could reach orgasm.

“Please, step inside. Dinner is nearly ready.” She stepped aside to allow you in, and you did so in a sluggish manner. The woman led you down the hall, presumably to her living room. When you turned the foyer into the living room, you nearly crumpled to your knees.

There, on the couch, you beheld the love of your life. Your chest began to surge when he turned to face the three of you, at once standing in a show of practiced politeness. His awkward gait as he walked over nearly made you screech in desire. Now that he stood before you, you drank in details you weren’t able to capture from mere pictures. Healed scars almost white in comparison to his tanned, stubbled skin. The small bump on his nose as it curved to a rounded tip. The girth of his generous biceps, decorated in embellishing ink designs, not revealed in the portrait style pictures you had seen. The slight downturn of his brown eyes contrasting his rough features.

Before you knew it, he was standing before you, seemingly last in the assembly line to be greeted by him. “Nice to meet you, I’m John.” His southern drawl made you shiver, your teeth chattering as you lifted your hand to his. The initial feeling of skin to skin contact made you want to cry out; the single touch alone would’ve been enough to satiate you for the entire night and until your next meeting. But your longing grew teeth, and you were ready to maul the man before you. There was a distinct gentleness in the way you took his hand, flashing him your best smile as you batted your eyelashes. “I’m, (Name).” You chirped. “Pleasure to meet you.” And what a pleasure it would be, indeed, you thought. You noted the calluses on the tips of his fingers, imagining what their roughness might’ve felt like grinding into your clit. As the two of you parted hands, you smoothed the tips of your fingers over his wrist and slid them over his palm. You watched his face to pick up on any reactions to your strangely intimate gesture, relishing in the way his adams apple bobbed harshly.

“See, they’re already getting along.” Your father joked. You offered genuine laughter, finding amusement in the unintentional literalness of his statement.

“Oh, yes! Let me check up on dinner to see if it’s ready yet.” John's mother began walking towards the kitchen, to which your father followed closely behind her.

“I’ll come with you, the two can acquaint themselves for a bit.” He patted her shoulder, offering you and John a polite yet expectant smile. You and your father seemed to have a hive mind that night, because the set up couldn’t be any more perfect. You stepped around the arm rest of the couch and sat down on the cushioning, seemingly assessing the comfort of the pillows to see how well of a surface they’d make for cunnilingus.

Your attention was drawn back to John, who was sitting in a reclining chair vertical to the loveseat you sat on. “There’s some water on the table if you’d like some.” He motioned towards the tray on the table, which held 4 glasses.

“Thank you.” You said, a small purr in your inflection as you reached for a glass and brought it to your lips. John watched with near a hypnotized demeanor as you tipped the cup back, your rouge lipstick leaving a print on the side of the cup. He watched as the pink flesh of your tongue flicked over the rim of the cup tentatively, catching a few loose droplets of water. John looked so nervous he looked like he might throw up all over his shoes, and your small gestures were enough to start up a tremble in him.

“So,” you began, the sound of you setting your cup down causing John to jerk. “Tell me about yourself, John!” You said enthusiastically. You hadn’t noticed how wide you were grinning, perhaps too excited for a simple meeting. He looked at you as though you had just asked him the meaning of life. You gave him an encouraging nod, something you would’ve never otherwise done if this were any other boy. But you could make special exceptions.

He sat up and drummed on his thighs, deep in thought. “Uh, well… I’m twenty three-”

You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the mention of his age, passing it off as blithely wetting your dry lips. You listened attentively as he recounted the rudimentary details of his life, your eyes focusing on the scars littered across one side of his face. You imagined what it’d be like to skate your tongue across them, allowing your tongue to linger on one end before sliding back down the other direction.

“The car out in the front is mine, actually.” There was a small inflection of pride in his voice, though you couldn’t remember the conversation having gotten to the point of discussing cars in your daydream.

“Oh really? It’s quite nice.” You supposed talking up a man’s ego would be the easiest way to get him out his pants, and his car seemed to be a soft spot for him. Though comparably, if you were talking cars, you’d be doing him a service driving him around in yours. Imagine the fun you two would have! You’d pick him up in your baby blue audi roadster; he’d sit a bit awkwardly at first on the passenger side, his legs bent up too far to avoid having the skin on the back of his knees touch the hot leather of the seat. You’d drive him down an isolated road with the top down as you floored the gas, letting the wind hit your bodies in some form of foreplay. Before long, you’d be surrounded by overgrown greenery and untamed woods, and you’d tell him to slide his jeans down so you could pull his cock out and fellate him.

“Y’know, I actually have quite a few cars. Maybe you can check ‘em out sometime?” You offered, feigning innocence. His eyes widened slightly at your mentioning of having several cars of your own. “Yeah?” He asked in disbelief.

You nodded. “Yeah! Maybe I’ll even let you drive one.” You giggled, feeling exultation at making him laugh as well, even if it was nervous laughter. You hoped that upon accepting your invitation to view your cars in some impromptu meet, it’d be easy to seduce and fuck him in the back seat of one of your coupes.

"Ha, never imagined my mom would find herself a rich fella. Now I'll be able to borrow my rich sister's cars." Having him call you his sister felt like a kick in the skull, it was like being unwillingly pulled into a group project you had no intentions of being a part of. "Well, I'm not quite your sister." In an act of defiance, you shed the thin cardigan and puffed your chest out, pulling the thin strings tying the front together like you were unwrapping a gift; the lighting from the chandelier made your dress appear subtly translucent. You suppressed the smirk that threatened to come onto your face when you heard him cough and clear his throat. "Think of it as borrowing your friend's cars " You turned to look at him again, flashing a toothy smile that dismissed any ulterior motives.

"Uhm, yeah." His porcelain voice shivered with forming cracks. He crossed one thigh over the other, leaning back in his seat and sucking in a deep breath. Now that he was actually in front of you, you could take a moment to study his clothing of choice. It seemed that that day he himself had decided to brandish baggy black jeans that bunched around his ankles, and a black band shirt that read 'Alice In Chains'. Not only that, he had a few studded leather bracelets around his wrists. You wondered what he'd look like with a similar choker around his neck, attached to a leash as you sat on his back with a leather crop like he was your mount of choice.

"I like your style!" You complimented, taking another sip of your water. The remark seemed to work in your favor, causing him to sit up straight and smile in pride. Indeed, the way inside a man's heart, and pants, was to talk him up.

"Thank you, I like yours too." His tone was hushed, briefly flickering his eyes down your body before your father walked in. "Hey you two, dinner’s ready." He announced. You dropped all seductive pretenses and faced your father, pulling your cardigan back on while smiling. "Alright daddy!"

The two of you promptly followed behind Dutch, who already seemed to know his way around the house as he led you towards the dining room. John mechanically set the table as his mother droned on about how excited she was to have finally met you, putting a hand on your shoulder with familiar proximity. You did not mind the touch, but you detested the idea of it being perceived as motherly by your father or John. You sat across from John on the mahogany dinner table, which was a heartland expanse of wood long enough for you to lay down on as John pillaged you. Though the four sharp corners of the table were somehow symbolic; a reminder to not go out of bounds on this dinner.

The dinner went on as planned by your father: blithe introductions and a lighthearted atmosphere, your father encouraging you to speak of your achievements casually to show what a great unit the two of you were without sounding pretentious. Though you supposed speaking about all your pageantry awards and college certificates along with your impressive resume was anything but; feeling instead like you were in the middle of some high stakes interview that determined the rest of your life. In a way, you thought it did though. Afterall, the man of your dreams was sitting across from you, and you wanted to impress him. But John seemed to sink in his chair the more you spoke, his eyes flickering occasionally towards his mother, who's jaw only seemed to open wider the more you shared.

"Quite a daughter you've got, Dutch! You should be proud." She cheered, flashing you a warm smile in the process. You returned it before looking over across from you, and John himself seemed to be impressed. But it was more of an ashamed look, as if he were trying to telepathically communicate to his mother 'don't be disappointed in me because I don't have all those achievements under my belt'.

In an act of consolation, you slipped your foot out of your shoe and ran it up his leg, not once looking at him as you did so, stopping to rest your toes on his knee. Perhaps a rush of your judgment, but you felt his entire leg go rigid beneath your foot as he froze, his fork stopping mid way on its path towards his mouth. You continued conversation with your father like it was nothing, a skill born out of practice. You retracted your foot momentarily, an imaginary static shock connecting the two of you as you flickered your eyes towards him briefly, who was staring back at you with aroused disbelief.

"Would you like some more water, (Name)?" John's mother asked, pitcher in hand. You nodded and thanked her, watching the way the cup filled before flashing John a more sultry smile, knowing and empathetic. It said all the words you could not speak out loud. You rested your chin on the back of your hand as you listened to John's mother speak about the multiple clients she saw a day as a real estate agent. You took John's reaction as a green light, opting towards a more bold move. The initial touch had been a pop quiz, now this was the big exam. Once again, your foot traveled up his shin, stopping only for a moment at his knee, as if waiting for one last sign of rejection, before reaching past his thigh and landing at his crotch, rubbing front to back again and again while your father spoke of his own business. Upon applying more pressure to his half erect genitals with the sole of your foot, John's knee reflexively jerked and slammed up into the table, causing you to pull your foot back and shove it into your shoe before anyone could see what you were doing.

Dutch and John's mother looked at each other before looking at John in confusion. "Are you okay, hon?" His mother asked. Her concern-laden question made you want to laugh. John cleared his throat and nodded, shifting in his seat.

"Yeah, mom." He confirmed. She didn't appear too convinced, but she didn't want to rouse any sort of uncomfortable conversation in the middle of dinner. You smiled to yourself in satisfaction, a small victory cheer playing out in your head. The rest of dinner went without a hitch, occasionally stopping to rest your foot on top of John's shoe. He still held an expression of confusion and disbelief, a tinge of arousal; but not once did he move his foot away.

By the end of dinner, John's mother insisted he show you to his room so you could see all his rock memorabilia, something she thought a woman of your age would enjoy seeing. And while you had never dabbled in the more alternative side of fashion and music, it was certainly something that you thought made a man more attractive. John had a stiff air about him as the two of you got up and excused yourself from the dinner table, and you reveled in his tenseness as you walked alongside him. He was quiet the entire walk as if in deep contemplation, not once looking at you out of fear that if he did, he might turn to see some sort of succubus had taken your place. Though once you reached the steps leading up to the second floor, you made a point of stepping directly in front of John as you traversed upwards.

You could feel his eyes train on your ass, the shortness of your dress and the movement of your hips affording him a peek beneath the hem of your dress and to your lace clad ass. As if you were a magician hypnotizing him with some sort of mystical locket by swaying it back and forth, he followed you up in a trance. It wasn't until you stopped at the top of the stairs, turning your torso to face him, did he rip his eyes away from your posterior and up to face you. You smirked unabashedly, as if to tell him you caught him staring.

"Which room is yours?" You asked, looking back to the hallway.

"Oh, right this way." There was a small pep in his step as he led you down the carpeted hall. When he reached the door, he pushed it open and stepped aside to allow you in.

"Ladies first." He said, a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"What a gentleman." You said as you stepped in. You stood in the center of his room, looking around at its slightly disheveled state. He clearly hadn't anticipated having anyone in his room that night, only expecting a quaint dinner. His walls were decorated with several posters of bands, all dressed in a similar fashion as him while carrying electric guitars and wildly thrashing their hair. His navy blue bed sheets on his unmade that you so badly wanted to throw yourself onto face first before inhaling deeply. He had a few guitars of his own propped up against the wall, and you took an instant liking to the bright red one. There were stray t-shirts littered across the floor; his closet door bulging open to reveal more black clothes.

"I like your room, it's so you." You smiled at him, crossing your arms beneath your chest. John stepped fully inside, closing the door behind him but leaving it slightly ajar.

"Thanks, I'd say it's real uh, expressive." He said, which made you giggle.

"You play?" You pointed towards the instruments, only then taking note of the amp positioned behind them.

"Yeah, I'm actually in a band."

This new piece of information was absolutely delightful, and it made you perk up. "Oh really?" You asked, leaning forward in interest. He showed that same bit of pride, gaining confidence at your sudden inquiry.

"Yeah, I'm the lead guitarist." He boasted, sitting down on the bed behind you. You looked at the spot directly next to him, and asked "May I?"

Before he could realize what you were asking, he nodded yes. The realization of what he agreed to came when you sat down so close next to him that your thighs were shy of touching each other. He made no comment about it, only deeply inhaling to steady his breath. The casualty of your prior conversation almost made him nearly forget about the little trick you pulled downstairs at dinner.

"Uhm.." He began, opening his mouth to speak but closing it as if unsure how to start. He looked at you and squinted his eyes, confused by the perplexed expression on your face feigning innocence.

"Downstairs, uh…" You cocked your brow in faux confusion, as if you had no idea where he was going with this. The action alone made John feel crazy, as if he had imagined the whole scene in its entirety and by mentioning it, you'd look at him in appalled disbelief for even imagining something so lewd with his new step sister.

Before he could continue, you cut him off. "Hey John, I have a question."

He pursed his lips before gulping. "What is it?"

"When your mother showed you the picture of my dad and I, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?"

The forwardness of the question made John’s eyes widen to gargantuan proportions. He raised one of his brows at you as if to assess whether you were serious or not, and for a moment, you felt the unfamiliar fear of the possibility of your assumptions being wrong. To emphasize how serious you were, you began undoing the front strings of your cardigan again, letting it slide down your arms along with a singular spaghetti strap, which you made a point not to fix as it slid down your shoulder.

“Uhm… I…” His hesitancy to answer was an answer of its own. You smiled and leaned into his arm, feeling the rigidity of his body. You looked at his face; he looked as though he were weighing out his options. You were sure that if you could read his mind, one end of the balancing scale would have “Remain decent during this joining of two families”, and the other end would read “Fuck my super hot step sister who clearly wants me.” And you were certain that the latter was outweighing the former.

“Well,” You began, ghosting your fingers on his thighs. “I have.” His breath hitched, eyes fixed on where your hand was. “All I can think about is touching you. I want to touch you so badly, and I want you to touch me.” You brought your face closer to his, awaiting any sort of response. He didn’t seem quite as convinced as you wanted him to be though.

“I know you want to.” You purred, laying your palm flat on his thigh, shy of a few inches from his cock. “I saw the way you were looking at me in the living room. And I know you were looking at my ass when we were going up the stairs. Just admit it.” John looked off to the side shamefully as though he’d been caught walking into a room he wasn’t welcome into. You were sure that if this were under any other circumstances, John would’ve pounced on you with as much fervor by now. But the step siblings aspect added an extra layer of shame that you viewed as unnecessarily tedious.

“John.” You said more firmly, cupping his stubbled cheek and turning him to face you directly. “Touch me.”

His hands came to the sides of your face as he lowered his mouth onto yours. You felt his pulse strike against your fingers as you continued to hold him, willfully opening your mouth in the beginning of a hungry kiss. Instantly, John shoved his tongue into your mouth, the nascent feeling of metal on his tongue as he created a sucking motion with each kiss making you shiver. You moaned into the kiss, sucking and kissing anything your mouth came into contact with. He abandoned all hesitant pretenses as his hands began to roam your body, groping and squeezing anything that filled his palm. His touches were so confident and intentional, it appeared as though he had never been scared at all. He seemed to have a perfect lexicon of your body inside his mind, knowing exactly where to touch without looking.

You turned to face him better on the bed, swinging one of your thighs over his lap. As you two separated from the kiss, his needy hands came to your straps and hooked two fingers around them, looking to you for permission before he pulled them down.

“But you’re my brother.” You joked, faking a pout.

“Your STEP-brother.” He clarified. Without another word, he yanked the strings down, exposing your pert chest and hardened nipples. He lowered his mouth to a nipple before taking it in between his lips, pulling it along with his teeth as he sucked. You lowered your head and watched the pink on skin contact, your nipple beginning to glisten with John’s saliva. You gasped and threw your head back, holding his crown in place as his tongue piercing swirled around the bud.

You reached your arms across his back and began clawing at the shirt he was wearing, pulling it up along his back until he helped you pull it over his head, temporarily interrupting his ministrations. After delivering the same attention to your other nipple, he began yanking the rest of your dress down along your body. You lifted your ass in assistance, giggling at the way he flung it across the room, hanging on the headstock of his red guitar.

“Damn, girl, you are stunning.” He smirked, taking a moment to admire your perfectly taut torso before smoothing his hands over the skin. “And you smell amazing.” He added. His comments nearly made you blush. You flung your heels off across the room, leaving you in only your red lacy underwear.

“Your turn.” You whispered, winking at him. He stood hastily and began removing his studded belt, dropping his jeans quickly after and clumsily pulling them off his ankles. His excitement made you laugh, you thought he might trip from how quickly he was moving. You licked your lips at the sight of the trail of hair dusted across his naval, disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxers; it appeared as if it were some wispy chocolate confection drizzled over his body. At this point, he joined you back in bed, remaining in his own underwear. You eyed the noticeable bulge in his underwear, a tiny wet spot where his tip lay.

“Someone’s excited.” You teased, tracing the scar that ran along his cheek.

“Shit, with someone as smokin’ as you, who wouldn’t be.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse. The two of you shared a moment of lighthearted giggles as he pulled you along further on the bed.

“You ever had a girl?” You asked. You supposed you knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it come from his mouth. Your hands wrapped around his cloth covered cock and began to stroke leisurely.

“One, but besides that, I haven’t done much.” His labored breath sounded like he was running from something. “How come?” You asked. “You’re certainly handsome.”

He shrugged, shaking his head as he tipped it back on his sternum. “No one will have me, I guess.” He laughed in self pity. In response, you squeezed his cock before lifting your hand from the wad of fabric shaped around his erection. You hooked your fingers on the elastic of his underwear, pulling it down as the head of his cock snagged on the waistband before springing free. You smirked at the sight of his Jacob's ladder piercing.

“I like it.” You complimented, looking back up at him. “Real adventurous.”

“I guess the pain would have been worth it after all.” He joked.

You lowered your head above his cock, your hair falling around you. You exhaled onto him, bathing his tip in your warm breath. With that, you licked your lips, lowering them over him, leaving a pink print wherever your lips paused. You heard a guttural moan above you, his fingers resting over your scalp as if debating whether he should grasp your roots or not. You slowly arched your neck, extending your throat until it came to his base. You delighted in the feeling of metal against your tongue, fluttering it against his underside. He made gasping noises and began bucking his hips, writhing in a disoriented way that made the tip of his cock bump against the back of your throat.

You gave him a few minutes of skilled sucking, your throat producing various wet slurps and gags as you fucked your own throat on his cock. You brushed your hair behind your ear, looking up at him through your lashes. His face twitched and contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan. You began tasting the salty bitters of pre-ejaculate on your tongue, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled your head back on his tip, giving a few more harsh sucks before popping off of it. His erection glistened and bobbed in the air as you looked up at him seductively, licking your lips before leaning back up towards eye level. His eyes remained trained on his own cock, looking as if to see if it was still attached.

“Your turn.” You whispered before placing your fingertips on his chest, pushing him back to lay on the bed, his head landing comfortably on his pillow. His lips twitched into an excited smile as you shuffled over him, your knees on either side of his torso. His shaky hands came to grip the back of your thighs, his pointer fingers digging into the plump flesh where your thigh curved into your ass.

You couldn’t believe how close the two of you were to actually fucking. You had a small growing sense of paranoia that your father or John’s mother may decide to walk upstairs, the carpeted floor cushioning their muted footsteps. That they’d throw the door open and see the clothes strewn across the floor, before landing on you sitting atop of John. You sweeped the thought away, deciding to enjoy this for as long as possible. You gripped the head board as you walked your knees to the sides of his neck, looking down at his excited face.

“You know what would be really hot?” You asked, squaring your cunt in front of his mouth. “If you took ‘em off with your teeth.” He leaned up with the obedience of a dog, pinching the elastic between his front teeth before sliding them down, his canines lightly scraping the tender flesh of your thigh. You shuddered as goosebumps wracked your body, the feeling of his nose traveling down your pubic bone making you want to cry out in ecstasy. Your thighs nearly sandwiched his neck, and as your panties pooled at your knees, it only required a slight tilt of your pelvis before you straddled his face fully, releasing your weight onto his mouth. His hands came to grip your ass, squeezing and pulling the globes of flesh in opposite directions.

His lips quickly latched onto your clit, sucking before he opened his mouth and flattened his tongue along your cunt; the feeling of cold metal making you yelp. Without waiting for the green light, you began grinding down onto his face. You bit your lip to avoid the risk of being found out, scrunching your face up at your best attempt to keep quiet. The bottom half of John’s face quickly became marinated in your enthusiasm, eating you out with the same eagerness as if he had just got a new car and was driving it for the first time.

He moaned into your pussy, his tongue laving between your lips and labia, circling your clit before sliding back down to your molting hole. He slid his wet muscle inside you, effectively tongue fucking you as you ground your clit into his nose. He gave your ass a playful spank, a sharp quick cut into the static haziness of your wanton acts which made you keenly aware of the fact either of your parents might’ve heard that. But you couldn’t find it in you to chastise him, he was far too engrossed in eating you out, and very excitedly.

John gripped your ass more forcefully now, manually shoving your cunt further onto his face as he continued to suck and lick. He was doing this with the full intention of making you cum. You bit the back of your hand, grinding so hard into his face you thought you might break the mattress. With a few more harsh sucks, you felt a flash of heat as you came all over John’s mouth and chin, barely able to suppress your cry of euphoria. He wrapped his mouth fully around your cunt, swallowing as much of your cum as he could before going back to sucking on your oversensitive clit. Your grinds slowed to a halt before you climbed off his head, seeing just how spent and drenched his face was.

You laughed in amusement. “My god.” You continued to giggle, feeling a sense of tenderness for him. He had a satisfied smile on his face as he laughed.

“How’d I do?” He lifted himself on his elbows as you moved off of him, leaning your back against the wall as you shed your panties off of your legs fully.

“Well you made me cum so I’d say pretty fucking good.” You giggled, patting him on the knee. Your cunt was a spent pool of pleasure, but the ache inside you continued to burn. You imagined he felt the same way, his cock somehow harder and in more need of touch.

“Take these off fully, already.” You pouted, moving to yank his underwear fully off his legs, throwing it into the pile of clothes next to his bed. You turned to face him. “How do you wanna fuck me?” You asked. He sat up suddenly and moved to the side, patting the pillow where he once laid.

“I wanna look at you while we do it.” Wordlessly, you followed his order and laid on your back, hugging your knees to your chest as he positioned himself above you. He took your ankles and settled them on his shoulders, giving the sides of your feet a kiss before gripping his cock and guiding it inside you. You nodded in encouragement, your mouth falling into a silent o as he slid in slowly to the hilt. He sucked in shaky breaths, trying his best to contain any sounds. He decided to lean forward and over to his night stand, pulling out a random CD before popping it into the player atop. At once, the sound of guitars and drums and smooth vocals filled the room, masking any sounds you made. He cranked the volume up, hastily beginning to thrust inside you.

It was the perfect cover up, one John’s mom wouldn’t question. It made sense, after all, for John to be sharing some of his music taste with you up in his bedroom, no matter how obnoxiously loud it might be. The two of you began in a chorus of moans and grunts, the wet sounds of skin on skin accompanying the playing of the band. John paused his movements momentarily to reach for an extra pillow aside your head before shoving it under your hips, helping him in elevating your pelvis. You let out a particularly loud squeal at the newly reached depth, letting loose a stream of obscenities about how good John was fucking you.

His hair began sticking to his forehead the same way it did in that one photograph, the sight of it making your cunt tighten around him. You dragged him down toward you by the arm, before sweeping his bangs to the side and landing a stripe of saliva on his forehead. The racy flavor made you shudder in delight, and you moved to wrap your arms around John’s neck to hold him in place. He buried his head into the crook of your neck, gripping the headboard as both of your bodies jerked from each movement. If the bed was squeaking, you wouldn’t have known; far too stimulated by the sounds of your bodies moving in tandem along with Chino Moreno’s singing.

John lifted his face to press his sweaty forehead to yours, an expression of pure ecstasy on his debauched features. The functioning awareness of his brain lagging behind his own body as it tried to register what had just happened, what was currently happening, and what was about to end. His eyes opened momentarily and you saw a sense of bewilderment for his own actions, before shutting slowly again in bliss. An involuntary and guttural noise left his mouth as he came inside you. The uncontrolled wince of his face combined with the spreading warmth in your abdomen tipped off your own orgasm, and you came harder than you had before. In the moment, you hadn’t registered that the way you screamed was akin to the primal screech one would release upon being fatally wounded.

As the next track on the album came to an end, the two of you remained in the same position catching your breaths. John seemed to snap back to his senses when he looked down to where you connected, a ribbon of cum dripping out of you. When he removed himself his horrors were only confirmed further.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I-I’ll pay for your plan b, I-” You sat up and waved your hand dismissively.

“On the pill, don't worry.” You reassured, which seemed to effectively calm his nerves. You sat up again, resting your back on the headboard.

“Wow.” He said, smiling at you widely.

“Wow, indeed.” You said.

“That was the best sex of my life.” He slapped your thigh before rubbing it, which you welcomed by placing your hand over his. “There’s more where that came from.” You winked once again and leaned forward to kiss him. The two of you shared a non-sexually charged kiss before separating.

“Alright.” You pat his knee, “Let’s get dressed now before my dad or your mom come up.”

The two of you got dressed simultaneously, slipping your dress on quickly before studying your hair and makeup in a nearby mirror. You picked up your panties and tossed them back towards John, who just barely caught them.

“Keep 'em, as a trophy.” You giggled as you watched him stuff them in his pocket. “Will do.”

The two of you made a haste trip to the bathroom to clean yourselves up and make sure you looked presentable before going back downstairs again. The two of you shared a tender moment where you dabbed away the sweat on each other's foreheads with crumpled up tissues. Upon your return downstairs, you found your respective parents sitting on the couch chatting, before they turned to face you two.

“How’d you two get along?” Asked Dutch. John’s mother looked on in enthusiasm, clapping her hands together. “I’m assuming well, John put on one of his favorite CDs to show you after all.” She cooed. The two of you looked at eachother knowingly with blithe laughter that suggested nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.

“Yeah,” You began. “I think we’re gonna get along great.”

MX - Deftones

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Even tho I had other ships Nick and Coach always felt like a strict mom and an upbeat dad

Anon I get it!! 😭 It's almost their team roles...

Coach's optimism & team spirit vs Nick's (almost paranoid) caution creates this interesting counterbalance. Aaand the amount of dialogues of Nick freaking out/complaining and Coach coaxing him is just 👌... (Every campaign...seriously they do it all the time.) I can't be the only one thinking they're like an old married couple.

#asks #glycine is trying to draw #l4d2 #left 4 dead 2 #i am rambling again ughgjhhsg

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dreamingcloudie · 1 year

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congrats on 100+ followers!!! 🐊

#31 - “Let’s go out into the snow!”

#36 - “Darling, why didn’t you tell me you feel cold?”

#48 - “To be able to spend every day like this with you… is not something I object to.”

Dottore x Sick!GN!Reader (yk the chronic illness x doctor trope things wink wonk) n reader was like begging to go outside as a way to spend the holidays cuz they knew Dottore wasn't one for all the Christmas-y things (2nd harbinger tings) and he's like omg fine

aaaand just take it from there!!!! congrats again love♡

✨️The First For Us Both✨️

✎ Prompts:

#31 - "Let's go out into the snow!"

#36 - "Darling, why didn't you tell me you feel cold?"

#48 - "To be able to spend every day like this with you... is not something I object to."

⤷100+ followers special event✨️

Pairing(s): Dottore x Sick!GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): None!

wc: ~1.7k

Notes: AHH Thank you so much Anon!!! I'm in love with that trope 😫👌 and I had fun writing it! I hope you'll enjoy 💕 Happy holidays everyone!

Any feedback is greatly appreciated! ♡

“Holidays are just excuses for people to laze around.”

A statement you’ve heard more than you could count left his lips as he studied the vial in his hand. He never bothered to celebrate something so frivolous—claiming that it was a waste of time. While the others were too busy cozying up in their blankets; he was making tons of scientific breakthroughs. He just couldn’t see the point of why people would rather spend their time chatting over a table of Sweet Madame and cocktails! Wasn’t turning a mortal into a celestial being far more intriguing?

You knew convincing Dottore to go outside with you would be a challenge. He wasn’t one to indulge himself in things that have nothing to do with his research, and he obviously had a role to fulfill. Putting off his work whenever was just not possible.

You let out a quiet groan as you got rejected. Again.

“Let’s go out into the snow!” You pleaded. “It’ll be fun!”

Dottore didn’t even bother giving you a glance, having gone through this conversation many times. “We’ve talked about this, dear. And may I remind you, doing anything rash could worsen your illness—your respiratory system, specifically.”

Of course, it was always that illness of yours. Your condition wasn’t exactly optimal to really do anything. For every holiday as a child, rarely would you go outside and join the other kids. You just sat aside attached to an IV as they chased each other around. Now that you’ve grown up, with the help of your lover he was able to make your illness a bit more bearable for you. But still, it wasn’t enough—It wasn’t enough to let you do whatever you wanted to. Though it did not stop you. Holidays like these come by once a year and the desire burns within you. It was either now or to wait for another year for there to be a chance to convince him again.

“Please, Dottore? It’s only going outside, that’s all I’m asking.”

He moved around his lab, elegance followed his every step. You’d honestly be content just by watching him if you weren’t making it your life mission to persuade him.

“Why don’t you go back and rest now? Remember to also take your medication.”

Was he getting annoyed? You couldn’t help but think to yourself. He didn’t sound like he was, nor did he act like it. But he was a master at hiding how he felt so there was no way of telling. Maybe he really didn’t want to… Pressing him on wouldn’t do, as much as you yearned to go outside with him, you’d never force him to do anything. Without saying a word, you only gave him a nod.

He continued his research as you retreated to your room with your hands on the wall supporting you. With an eyesight as keen as his, he didn’t fail to catch the bitter look on you when you left. He sighed to himself. Why were you so eager to go out there? It was just a barren land of snow, nothing more. And it wasn’t like you’ve never seen or touched it before… Then again, he’d always listen to you as you blabbed about how you wanted to make snow angels in it, whatever that means.

It’s only going outside, he thought back to your words. He then looked at the clock on the wall. Twelve-fifteen.

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You were sitting on the bed with a snowglobe in your hands, shaking it and watching as sprinkles danced around. Lost in your own train of thoughts, you didn’t acknowledge someone came into your room until they picked you up. Startled by the sudden touch, the snowglobe fell out of your hands onto the bed and you were being carried away. Your scream died down in your throat when you saw it was only…

“Dottore? W-what are you doing?”

He only kept silent as his boots tapped against the floor, taking you through a series of long corridors. You were panicking inside, was he getting tired of you? No, it couldn’t be. He would never hurt you. But the only time where he’d stay silent was when—

A rush of icy breeze blew onto your face when Dottore opened the doors to… the back entrance of the palace? He walked a few steps not too far away from the entrance before putting you down onto the snow gently. Thoughts were running wild in your mind, what the heck just happened?

“You said you wished to go outside, correct? The sun is still high in the sky, and the palace is able to block most of the winds. I suppose it is suitable enough for you to be out here today,” he spoke.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, you sunk your fingers into the powdery snow beneath you. It was a lot softer than you remembered. Too mesmerized by the snow, you didn’t even realize you were shaking. Was it from excitement? Or was it from the cold? Regardless, Dottore draped the coat he brought with him over you anyways, not taking his chances.

“Dear, why didn’t you tell me you feel cold?”

Though you didn’t answer him, you carefully laid your back onto the snow and started to move your arms and legs around. Dottore only stood and observed you. What were you doing?

After a while of moving around, you rolled a bit to the side and showed him what you made. “Ta-da!”

You giggled as you saw him putting a hand under his chin, a little gesture that he did whenever he felt perplexed. “May I ask, what is it that you’ve made?”

“That’s a snow angel!” You told him.

“A snow angel?” he hummed. “How so?”

“There’s the head, its wings and the dress,” you explained, pointing out the parts as you did. The confused frown on him then turned into his usual smirk, letting out an “Aha!”

“You should make one too,” you suggested.

“I don’t take part in trivial activities, my dear.”

“Exactly! This is no trivial matter, it’s time you learn what’s so fun about holidays,” you said, tugging on his sleeve to get him to sit down next to you.

You couldn’t see it, but you could tell he rolled his eyes behind the mask when he reluctantly laid down, not without grumbling about how foolish this was. Not needing any further instructions, he copied your movements from memory, moving his arms and legs just like you did.

“Like this?”

“Yup!”

He was lucky no one else except for you was there, who would’ve thought the sight of the intimidating, second Fatui Harbinger—moving his limbs around in the snow, could make him look so harmless? If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was just an ordinary guy, and not a mad scientist.

He moved to the side and showed you his snow angel, it looked almost exactly like yours, albeit a lot bigger. You went on to draw a tiny heart between them, seeing as they reminded you of both you and Dottore.

“And now, they’re in love like us.” You snickered at your own little antics, not noticing the corners of your lover’s lips lifted up ever so slightly.

Moving on to the next on your list, still sitting on the ground, you started to roll some snow together into a ball. Dottore’s eyes followed your hand as it moved around, curious to know what you were doing. “What is it that you’re doing now?”

“You’ll see,” you told him, now making a second ball.

Without thinking much, he also started to do what you were doing, rubbing his hand against the snowy floor, creating a sphere with rough edges. From the corner of your eye, you could see the tip of his tongue peeking out a bit as his attention was fixated on forming a perfect snowball. It was odd—in a good way—to see such childlike behavior from him. Adorable wasn’t a word you’d use to describe someone like him. But at that moment, it very much suited him.

As he was focusing on making his fifth, he was suddenly hit with something cold on his arm. He turned his head to where the snowball came from and saw you holding another one in your hand, aiming at him and ready to throw. He leaned back and dodged the snowball you threw at him, grinning at when you missed and hit a rock instead. He picked up one from the pile he made and gently threw it in your direction, careful not to hurt you. It ended up landing on your thigh, earning a squeal from you.

And thus started a mini snowball fight between the two of you.

You were about to throw another one when you began to cough uncontrollably. Dottore hurried to scoot a little closer to you, wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you feeling alright, dear?”

“Y-yea, just a bit tired.” You assured him, trying to catch your breath.

“Of course, all that throwing makes you breathless.”

The both of you fell into a comforting silence and you snuggled a bit closer to him, loving the warmth it gave off from the embrace. He took a glance to check on you, not expecting to see you looking up at him dreamily with your half-lidded eyes. Even with his eyes covered, you could still somewhat see his crimson ones were meeting yours.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked.

This was the most lively you’ve ever been since you were restricted to do pretty much most of the things due to your illness. So without a doubt, you were ecstatic to do what you wished to as a kid.

“I did. Very much too, in fact,” you told him. “I wish we could do this again.”

“Well, the snow is permanent here. And…” he trailed off. “To be able to spend every day like this with you… is not something I object to.”

This was the first you’ve ever seen him having fun. Not the experimenting-on-people kind, but the ones where he’d let out that charming smile that could rival the brightest star in the sky. He’d never admit it, but you knew that he genuinely enjoyed his first time doing what he thought was pointless with you. And you certainly enjoyed your first time spending the holiday in the snow with him as well—just like the little you had always wanted.

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valiant-if · 2 hours

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!!! I also can’t wait until Paralives comes out!! It looks so fun and cozy (and better than the Sims imo). The fact that it has a height slider 😩👌

I agree! I recognize that, when it comes to life sims, there are many different ways to enjoy them. That being said, I'm the kind of life sim player that likes leaning into the characters I'm playing as, which means I expect a certain degree of realism, especially when it comes to the creation of those characters. In that regard, I have found Create-A-Sim to be severely lacking in a lot of ways. Height is one of those.

And, despite their supposed effort to be inclusive when they added the ability to make genderqueer sims, I found the effort half-hearted and sloppy. They didn't bother redoing any of the clothing meshes for different body types, so clothes often look awkward and frankly fucking bad on certain bodies. Certain create-a-sim items still just aren't available for certain body types. (See: most of the nails from all packs for "male" sims with the "feminine" body type. And the ones that are included often get warped when using them.)

And I have no idea if Life By You or Paralives intend to include any content in this regard, but I would really like to see some representation of people living with disabilities. There are some wonderful mods that do what they can within the limits of the Sims and its engine as far as this goes, but I would like to see it as a base point of representation in life sims.

Also, as just a personal small complaint, although there are many things about the Sims 4 that I do enjoy, I never really liked the more cartoony and non-serious direction they took the design. I think a more light-hearted and cartoony life sim definitely appeals to certain people, but I'm not really one of them. And anyway, the Sims 4 seems to fall in a weird space between cartoony and realistic, so it never fully establishes itself in one camp or another, making the game suffer.

And all of that is not to mention the pervasive bugs that have been present in the game since jump and how badly optimized the game is to run all game packs simultaneously. Plus, the total price to own all the packs? Completely outrageous, to be frank. I'm really hoping the introduction of some real competitors on the market will force certain evolutions in the life sim genre as a whole.

I will probably end up buying both Life By You and Paralives. I enjoy playing multiple games that are very similar (see: many, many farming sims on the market), so it's not necessarily a matter to me of which one is going to be better but rather enjoying the different unique features that each of them will have. I'm looking forward to trying them both out!

#non writing #salad blabs about video games

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befuddled-calico-whump · 8 months

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🌌⭐️

🌌 Milky Way - What is the character development like for your characters? So they change a lot or not much at all?

I think a lot of my character development is either simple or subtle. I'll put thought into it, but I usually forget to consider it when I'm scripting lol. Riot Kings probably has my most consistent development, but that's mostly because of how long it's been going. I've had plenty of time to consider character arcs and growth

⭐ Star - Do you have a favorite character?

WOW this one is hard. My favorites change daily, depending on what I'm currently writing, who's doing what, etc. I'd have to go by category to even get a little accuracy 😅

Favorite design is probably Cerus. The hair is always 👌👌

Favorite "caretaker" (as in how the character acts while caretaking) is tied between Jeddy and Tansy

Favorite whumpee (most fun to hurt) has gotta be Cerus

Favorite whumpee (best reactions) is probably Lex, but Wes is also fun

And my overall favorite character, (drumroll please) is Nabi. I love her relentless optimism and compassion, and even though she can be naive and not understand the "rules" of the world she lives in, she keeps pushing for a better outcome

#thanks for the questions!!#v fun #for so long ive been focused on 'just write it dont worry about the details' but details are nice #whumpsday #meta #ask game

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rising-shellshock · 2 years

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Okay, I understand! 😊👌 Thank you for answering my questions I appreciate! I have few more questions for you. Q#1: What are your thoughts on Rottmnt Donnie and Rottmnt Leo? Q#2: What are your favorite Rottmnt characters you admire? Mine are Rottmnt Donnie and Rottmnt Leo! 💘 Q#3: What are your least favorite Rottmnt characters you hate? ~🌺

Well 1 and 2 kinda go hand in hand

My favorite is Donnie, I adore this little shit (/affectionate) with all of my heart. Especially as someone who is also on the spectrum. I didn't think I'd be right about him being Autistic BUT I WAS AND I AM SO HAPPY BECAUSE HE IS SUCH GOOD REPRESENTATION.

Anywho, I just adore how he's got his own way of caring so deeply for his brothers, he's so quick witted and dry, (He is, in fact, the funny one. Closely followed by Leo to be fair.) knows how to get shit done, (meaning he CARRIES the team in the early parts of the series FIGHT ME) knows his shit in general, and so SO much more. I'd be typing paragraphs on paragraphs on him. Just know he's a hard ass with a heart of a softie. Kinda a lot like his shell when you really think of it. Cold and hardshell outwardly, Soft and needs to be handled gently inwardly.

Now for the other brothers let's knock them out a little quicker or we'll be here for a WHILE

Leo has grown so much over the series and movie, and it's no wonder why so much love goes to him. He's quick to think on his feet and he's my favorite Leonardo that I've seen. (Not that the previous iterations were bad! No! I love 2012 Leo for example. But Rise is just much more defined in personality to me. The others had one (some more than others, but they did) just not as straightforward to get as ROTTMNT Leo.)

Raph is just... A sweetheart teddy bear. Sure, I love the hardass the other Raphs are, and it makes sense because among the TEENAGERS someone is gonna be a little more rough around the edges and standoffish, in fact I think it would be weird without one of them being that way. But Raph being the eldest gave my eldest sibling position a LOT to relate to. (I was also internally screaming at the Pizza Puffs episode.) And his care for his brothers to ve tough via the protector is admirable. Lord knows I'd do the same.

And Mikey... Man. How do I even begin with this baby boy? I always adored Mikey (2012 Mikey was my favorite as a kid right behind Raph. Yes, Raph was my favorite as a kid even though he was basically my opposite IDK how.) and Rise Mikey was no exception. He has high empathy, something I relate to FAR too much, and he doesn't want to be coddled, which I can also relate to. He's trying his best and his optimism is NEVER annoying. You really just want to hug him! What a good bean he is! Everyone is!

...Well almost everyone. Yeah I do have a... Pretty hot take.

My least favorite is kinda a tie in their own ways that I've been a bit more vocal about.

That being Splinter and Draxum. I'm sorry but the adult figures and family themes with parents were just... Not handled well to me I'm sorry.

Yeaaaah I know I know, that's the whole point with Splinter is that he grows as the series goes on, but it just was FAR too little for me to be satisfied with. Like the show was cut short, yeah, but even with the series cut short there was REALLY no episode with Splinter growing as a father more than "Oh I fucked up and I *apologize*" LIKE??????

Especially when he has episodes where he takes two steps in the OTHER DIRECTION

Y'know like-

And this was the first out of the series, before the movie came out, that Donnie actually and seriously cried. Which just. Shows how much. This HURT HIM. WHICH IS ENTIRELY FAIR AND HE DESERVES HIS ANGER.

But that's a topic for my main blog to tackle for another time. For now, I'll just reblog the part one I have after this since I go into more detail there.

But yeah. Splinter and Draxum are my answers for the third question. The teens were handled FAR better than the adults.

#not an x reader #mun yells #long post

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So, I played the game again (maybe a few times if i need to be truthful lol) and decided to draw my MC, gonna drop they here and my stats for silly context

|• Callisto.

kindhearted and outgoing deity, one with a strong sense of duty to their role as the guardian of the afterlife. Their words are measured, courteous and tactful, and are rather charming. They are sincere, though they keep a few secrets close to their chest, and approach the world with a blend of optimism and skepticism.

They are fond of mortals.

Titles

The Everlasting.

The Enduring Word

The clothes don't have any historical or real base for now, but i was too excited to not do something about them after finishing the game again.

(the hands are miserable please don't notice them much)

I'm very very indecisive between the ROs ( i love them all) and can't decide who Callisto is going for, so i may just..wait a bit do choose one to start and then play every single route :D

Hopes up that wasn't boring

Not boring at all! 🥹 I love the design of your characters, the colors are amazing! �� The portrait and the background are also wonderful!!

Super excited for how Callisto is going to develop throughout the story, and also seeing which route you go for first! 🫣🫣

Aaaa thank you so much for drawing your MC, it's... epic!! (I am out of words. I am speechless. I am reduced to severe brain damage and I don't know the English lexicon.) 💕💕💕💕 I love it!!

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 7 months

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I'm cautiously optimistic about Loki getting his time to shine this season. Could be totally wrong, but it kinda feels like things are leading up to some kind of moment for him. Like these little hints that don't seem like much alone, but add up and make you go "hmmm".

Pretty much nothing has leaked for the remaining episodes, but a scooper that r/MarvelStudiosSpoilers rates as Tier 1 ("Approved and Reliable") teased a scene from the trailers:

This scene in particular👌 Behold the power of the God of Mischief (and the return of the iconic horns and cape)

(We can also see Loki wearing the horns and what looks like a hooded cloak from behind in one of the posters.) We'll have to wait and see if what they say is actually true and, if it is, how godly does he get to be? Like, at this point I don't even need something over-the-top, but to finally get anything where Loki gets to really show that there's no denying that he's a powerful god? Hell yeah, I'll take it. I'll still judge Marvel for taking too damn long to make it happen, but I'll take it. Give. It. To. Me.

I'm loving the optimism and I hope you're right. Come to think of it, we haven't seen him in all his glory since Ragnarok. (Well, we saw him with his helmet, cape, horns then but he hasn't shown his magic since TDW.)

Classic Loki got to show off last season so it's only right if TVA Loki is given the same treatment.

You know I'm not watching this season but I saw a video the other day and he seems to be able to control shadows now? I don't know but I saw this 👇

I'll admit that is a pretty cool power to have, so something similar to that would be nice. Like a glow-up of him with his helmet, his cape and his magic doing something meaningful like saving someone from an attack or just him facing a powerful being and completely obliterating him would be great. Just a Loki wearing his damn suit, please. It shouldn't be too much to ask.

#Loki #see? I can admit when the series does something right #that gif is pretty cool

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I just spent 20 min sitting, scrumbling on Tumblr, window wide open for optimal breeze.

Until said breeze made me realise I just spent that entire time with the right tiddy out 👌

#You are welcome #My civic duty #I'm doing my part

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