#gifts for 40 year old m

[bitchface24-7]

I love the name combos- We got Honey and Sugar PLUS Sugar and Spice! My FBI agent has to know about my growing hunky Latino men addiction. My tiktok is feeding me Jayce content with “Beso Al Aire” and it's making my latina heart do fucking backflips.

Do you think we could get a DILF!Jayce with a reader who takes care of his kid and homelife while he's working. They know he’s a busy man so they guarantee him that his kid tucked in sound asleep, the house is clean, and a warm plate of food is waiting for him.

I so desperately need to talk to someone to feed my growing Jayce obsession.

DADDY’S HOME - JAYCE X READER

synopsis: you're the babysitter to a incredibly cute little girl, Isabella. Her dad unfortunately has a very busy job and is constantly out of the house (against his will, of course) so you take care of her for him. You take care of him too. Who wouldn’t want to care for Jayce Talis?

warnings: age gap (early 40’s Jayce, mid-20s reader), oc daughter, teasing, flirting, risky sex (like hello there's a kid in the house), quiet sex

genre: m/f or m/m

p.s. Older dilf Jayce save me. Please older dilf Jayce 🙏🙏

Isabella Talis is the cutest little girl you've ever seen. She's damn near a carbon-copy of her dad. Big brown eyes, bouncy black hair, sun-kissed skin, and big 'ol dimples when she smiles.

You've been babysitting her for a while now, about a decade now. You got the job when you were fifteen, now you're twenty-five. You started babysitting Bella when she was three, now she's thirteen. Honestly, she makes you feel old.

Especially since so many people assume you're her parent.

Going grocery shopping with her, going out to eat, having girl's days together, going to school events and celebrations; you can see where people are coming from.

Especially since Bella listens to you without hesitation. She only calls you by your name or nickname, but that doesn't matter. You're her parent in all the ways that matter.

Isabella's mom wasn't ready. She didn't want to be a mom, you can't blame her. Jayce was in his late-twenties to early thirties when Bella was born, her mom was a few years younger than Jayce. So Jayce became her single-dad with Grandma Ximena helping care of her.

So, you’ve gotten quite used to caring for young Isabella Talis.

You’ve also gotten used to caring for her dad, Jayce Talis.

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Jayce Talis is a very well known man. A co-creator of Hextech, a councillor of Piltover, constantly working. Poor thing is exhausted.

So you ensure he’s taken care of.

You clean the house, you make hot meals for him, you even meal prep for him.

He can’t tell you how grateful he is for that.

But he shows it in his actions.

He ensures you’re also cared for, he pays you well for your work (even though you try to deny it every time. He insists), he gets you gifts that you’ll appreciate for life, he’s even physically affectionate.

Sometimes you think it’s wrong, but you don’t care.

A kiss to your cheek, your neck, his beard tickling your skin, his hands on your waist, your hips, long loving hugs. Hands playing with your hair, hands massaging your neck.

God, you feel like you’re in the foreplay section of a porn video.

“Babysitter gets ruined by Older Hot Boss. 35:12”

You’ve always found Jayce attractive, you obviously didn’t act on it since you were underage. It was wrong, taboo. Now, you’re an adult.

Having your fantasies isn’t wrong, it isn’t against the law.

But you’re quite certain Jayce feels the same way. You remember the last time you were cooking for Jayce after he came home, Isabella already sleeping in her room.

You remember Jayce pining you essentially to the stove top as you stirred the boiling pasta. Kissing the nape of your neck as he slowly ground his hips into your ass. You felt how needy he was, and you let him continue.

Poor thing is pent up, and you did promise yourself you’d do anything to help him out.

It also helped it made you feel good too.

You two didn’t talk about it when eating dinner together, but your heated gazes said more than any words could.

Turns out the fantasies you’ve had since you were a student at the academy may actually come true.

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You have to be quite. No if’s, ands, or buts. Isabella is sleeping just down the hall, and you don’t want to traumatize her having her hear you two have sex.

So you cover your mouth desperately as Jayce pounds into you. Thank god the bed doesn’t squeak.

The two of you angle yourselves so your skin doesn’t slap together. You don’t want her to hear anything. You know how awkward and traumatic it is to hear your parents have sex and you don’t want Bella to go through that.

But damn does Jayce fuck like a sex god.

His salt and pepper hair falling into his face, his mouth curled into a sneer as he holds back his moans, his hips punishing.

Your eyes water at the overwhelming pleasure. You rip your hand away from your mouth and desperately kiss Jayce. His hips stutter a bit before picking up speed, the two of you whining into each other’s mouth.

A desperate grip causes Jayce’s back to get red lines. The cuts lightly bleeding as you cum around his cock. The fluttering of your hole cause Jayce’s eyes to roll the back of his head as he cums inside you.

The two of you pant as you kiss, Jayce essentially falling on top of you. You grunt due to the weight but don’t complain, he’s the perfect weighted blanket. You caress his face, his beard surprisingly soft.

“We probably shouldn’t have done that.” Jayce states quietly, your hand pauses for a moment, “Probably. But I don’t regret it.”

“Neither do I. Stay the night? I don’t feel comfortable having you leave so late at night.”

You smile sweetly at Jayce, he’s always cared for you the entire time he’s known you. What a sweetheart.

“Of course.”

Jayce smiles, the crows feet near his eyes deepening as his pearly whites beam at you, the little gap between his front teeth make you want to coo, “Isabella is gonna freak out knowing you slept over and it wasn’t with her for once.”

You lightly laugh as you slap Jayce’s back, he laughs too.

“You’re such a shit disturber.”

“You have no proof.”

Yeah… your fifteen year old self would be screaming and fainting right about now. Your inner teen is immensely satisfied.

As are you as a twenty-five year old.

Dilf Jayce 😩😩 he 100% gives girl dad

[demibats]

been thinking about richbuisnessman!eddie and how he would spoil you with gifts and jewels and different types of jewelry and clothes and accessories until one day he decides to get you an anklet with his initials on it and you surprise him one day buy putting on the lingerie he bought you a few weeks ago and putting the anklet on and everytime he hears it jingle while he’s thrusting into you he gets harder and rougher until youre both wore out 🤭🤭been thinking about doing a short fic on this but i would die to see your spin on it 👻👻

MY MIND IS REELING HOLY HELL. so i def took some creative liberties with this one because i wanted to stay true to eddie’s character, so in regards to him being a rich business man, i changed it just a bit 🤭 this has also been sitting in my ask box for probably near a year, but here ya go!!! changed it juuuuust slightly bc i believe that eddie munson is an absolute munch and eats pussy for his won pleasure. enjoy!

content warnings; smut (if you're under 18, do not interact!), fem terms and anatomy used, oral (f!receiving), eddie eating pussy because he loooooves it (and yes this needs it own tag), slight dom/sub dynamics, use of 'sir' as an honorific toward eddie

Eddie Munson is a modest man. With a wallet and dick that fat, you're surprised. Most men would be shouting from the rooftops of their penthouses that they're loaded, throwing hundreds at the dozen strippers they order every other friday night, just because they can.

But Eddie Munson isn't like that at all.

He doesn't live in some monstrous mansion or picturesque penthouse, he doesn't own six cars or a private jet. He isn't the kind of man to have a different girl in his bed every night, ones that really are only interested in him for his money. He's always been a gentleman and shot them down politely, but still met with a drink being thrown in his face or some uncalled for insult.

When you met him, he didn't give any indication that he had money. He wore a faded Dio shirt tucked into a pair of black slacks and a matching suit jacket. His thick fingers had scuffed silver rings, one for almost each of them. He had the most unruly curls you'd ever seen on a man. He flashed you a smile from your spot behind the bar, a toothpick hanging from the side of his mouth as he raised his glass in your direction, the men around him making comments about his boldness. From that moment forward, you were mesmerized.

The most difficult part about being romantically involved with him, was the gifts you'd receive from him. Eddie was very straight-foward with his wealth, he told you on your first date, to the exact same bar you tended. He told you he had toured with local bands from his hometown as an instrument and audio visual engineer. He made calls to different tour and musician managers to see if he would be able join their road crew. After a few years of life on the road, he managed to open up his own music shop. That's when the big bucks started flowing.

Despite knowing that he has more than enough money to spoil you with, you're still bashful and hesitant about accepting them. Hell, when he asked you to move in with him, you declined it almost immediately, not wanting to seem like you were financially leaning on him in any way. Even after you began living together, you maintained a 40-hour work week at the bar for some time.

The first gift, more like gifts, were beautiful bouquets of flowers he'd bring home to you. You'd be at home, curled up into the couch cushions with a paperback folded in your hands and in comes your darling boyfriend, ringed fingers curled around the green stems of another bouquet. Every Monday, he comes home from work with a fresh bouquet to replace your old ones. "To cure your Monday Blues, dollface," he'd say.

Then came the clothes. Every weekend he offered to take you shopping, saying something along the lines of, "Maybe we'll find something from one of those magazines you seem to actually read." Within the first month of living together, your portion of your shared closet took up the most space, at least a 3/4 ratio.

You feel beyond special, never taking his gifts for granted, especially since you're more than aware he knows he doesn't have to. He always tries to play it off, explaining how gift giving is just his love language. You might actually believe him, considering he gets his friends outrageous gifts as well, but it's different with you. There's a dark glimmer in his eyes when you tear back the paper encasing your newest present from your beloved.

Behind a deep maroon wrapping paper, lies a small white box. The name across the top of the box in golden script is of a jewelry shop you recognize. And it's not a cheap shop either. Lifting the lid off the box, your eyes flick up to meet Eddie, who's smirking, arms folded over his chest while a hand cradles his chin.

Once the gift has been revealed, a small gasp escapes from parted lips. It's a dainty anklet, sterling silver. As you lift the jewelry up by careful fingers, you notice the hanging letters. A less-than-subtle 'EM' charm hanging from it. It's also in a script font, making the 'E' look like a backwards '3'. A small gemstone sets between the initials, a beautiful cut ruby.

To say it's beautiful is an understatement. It's gorgeous, only something that Eddie Munson himself would think to be a perfect fit for his sweetheart. "Whaddya think?" He asks, though he already knows how you feel, more than confident at his gift-giving abilities.

"Eds, I love it. It's perfect, thank you," you chide, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips as another form of 'thank you.'

It isn't until Eddie decides that the two of you are going on vacation in Santorini that you ever really wear it. It's too ornate for every day wear, and a small part of you fears that it'll somehow slip or snap off and you'll have lost it.

Laid out on a reclining beach chair, you're soaking up the midday Grecian sun, shades perched atop the bridge of your nose and a mimosa in hand. The rental Eddie snagged for your two-week excursion was straight from a resort advertisement. The modern advancements made were stunning, but the architecture was true the city. You'd never imagined being sprawled out in front of a heated pool overlooking the beautiful seaside.

Aside from one of the many bikinis you packed for the trip and your sunglasses, you only had on the dainty anklet purchased by your lover. It settled against your skin and caught the sun's rays, making it shine.

"Look at you," you hear Eddie from over your shoulder. You hadn't heard him come outside, but the soft breath against the side of your neck made you jump, "spoiled rotten."

You can't help but snicker at his comment. He had made you this way with his expensive gifts, how could he judge? You decide to lean into this role of the 'spoiled rotten brat' he so lovingly teased you with, "What could you possibly want that's more important than me enjoying the sun?"

He knows better than to take the comment seriously, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he stands up from his crouched position, stepping to stand in front of the sun, "Wanna run that by me again, sweetheart?"

You see him now, in all his glory. Long curls pulled back into a bun, strands creeping out from either movement or humidity, you aren't sure. A pair of black swim trunks hang off his hips and a Metallica muscle tank has been pulled over his tattooed torso, the ink etched into his arms still exposed. Good enough to eat.

Pushing your shades up on top of your head, you roll eyes at him once they're visible, "Ugh, you're blocking the sun, Eddie."

The metalhead raises his hands in defeat, a small smile on his features as he steps to the side, allowing the sun to once again be soaked up into your pores, "Alright, alright. No need to get feisty. Come inside for a while, I made lunch."

Even though you felt assured you'd won whatever playful battle was at hand, you weren't sure you were ready to drop the facade. Though, you were getting hungry, and if Eddie cooked? Your mouth watered at the thought.

"Fine. But because I'm hungry, not because you asked." You taunt as you swing your legs off the chair's recline, sliding your feet into your sandals.

Following him inside, he opens the sliding glass door for you, like the perfect gentleman he's always been, before following you through the threshold, sliding it shut behind him.

As the two of you enter the kitchen, your eyes land on the empty stove and countertops, eyebrows knit together in confusion, "Eddie, you said you-"

You're cut off by Eddie's fingers digging into your hip, backing you up against the marble counter top. Lifting your gaze up to his, the breath is nearly sucked out of you at his imposing stance in front of you, "I might've told a white lie," he mumbles, eyes glued to where his hand meets your flesh. His fingers slide underneath the thin band to your bottoms before allowing it to snap against your skin, "but then again, your attitude needs an adjustment."

Even with his tone bordering on mean, he leans in and catches your lips in a passionate kiss, taking his time. He can taste the freshly squeezed orange juice on your tongue. A firm, tattooed hand stays at your hip, holding you in place as your arms slink around his neck. With both his kiss and touch still relatively gentle, the thoughts that you're able to process are that he'll remain stern with you, but not unreasonable.

The brunette brings his kiss to your neck, down to your collarbone, traveling lower and lower until he reaches your navel. Glossy brown orbs lock onto yours as he slides the bottoms of your swimsuit down your legs.

"Don't cum until I say so," he states, his tone brokering no room for argument, "Got it?"

You nod, hands already white-knuckling against the edge of the counter, "yes..."

"Yes what?" he questions as he brings your ankles out of the fabric, eye catching that gorgeous anklet.

"Yes sir," you breathe, head lulling back, shoulders slumping already at the thought of his face buried between your thighs.

He carefully brings your thigh over his shoulder, one hand gripping the flesh there while the other has a determined hold on your opposite hip. Before another word can be passed between the two of you, his face is pressed to your core, tongue flattening out to lick a slow stripe between your folds. Although he's taking his time, listening intently to every sound you make, no matter how quiet, he's relentless. Tongue dipping into your weeping hole, his nose catching on your clit every so often. He's tuned in with your body, it's subtle movements, the noises you make and what the different sounds mean. You couldn't derail his focus if you tried.

Your fingers weave through his umber tresses even with it being tied back with an elastic, "Oh fuck..."

He devours you, laps at the liquid arousal trickling out, the noises caused by his actions utterly obscene. Wet, slurping and sucking noises mixed with your combined moans were a perfect melody to him. Something he'd listen to every day in his headphones, on repeat, without pausing. He shifts his eyes up, his gaze burning the image of your shallow breath matched with the swift rise and fall of your chest to memory.

The grip you have on his hair only spurs him on, especially when you tighten it. Calloused hands drag down your thighs, keeping them settled at both sides of his head like a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. He feels the soft bite of cold metal against his back, then remembers the anklet. Popping off of your dripping cunt, his chin glistening in your arousal, he brings his your thigh off of his shoulder and brings his hand down to your ankle, fingers delicately tracing over the thin metal chain.

You offer a soft whimper at the loss of contact, half-lidded eyes locked onto his figure, "Wha.. Why'd you stop?"

Cocking his head to the side, he taps the pad of his index finger against the jewelry dangling off your ankle, "Just... admiring the leash you so willingly wear." He coos, the words filled with lust.

He dives back in, bringing both thighs onto his shoulders, face snugly between them. He doesn't relent until you're arching your back, shuddering with every flick of his tongue. Even then, he's still not satisfied, and neither of you. You're on the cusp of your orgasm, trying to let Eddie know, but he just gives three gentle taps to your hip and a disapproving grunt. His words ring in your ears, Don't cum until I say so ... Got it?

Just as you're sure you can't hold out on him any longer, he mumbles 'you can cum, sweetheart,' against your mound, then goes right back to his assault on your clit. You spasm, thighs clenched around his head to the point you're sure he can't breathe, orgasm tearing through your body like a ripcord. He slowly brings the aggressive flicks of his tongue to a stop once you're whimpering, out of breath, sensitivity having taken a strong hold on you.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, staying knelt between your legs as you catch your breath and return from the astral plane and back into your body. Though, he can't help but sneak glances at the silver anklet, and the 'EM" charm hanging off of it.

thank you for reading xx.

[liivzen]

Stepdad Choso and Toji and cold female reader????

This was sent a bit ago but just now had time to write something for it, apologies <3

Tbh I don’t really fuck with stepdad/stepkid stuff…but for this pairing I’ll allow it….

also not quite sure if I made reader cold enough, I don’t know why it was difficult for me to do so, also pretend choso is your step uncle because hes best friends with toji in this. Also not sure if you wanted seperate or together, i made it together so i hope you don’t mind.

-somewhat edited-

MDNI

masterlist

wc: 3.3k

tw: age gap (reader mid 20s, toji and choso in their 40s), Toji is a facebook user(lol), a glock makes an appearance (you’ll see why lmao), no mention of protection (wrap it up), fingering, Oral (m recieving), piv sex, sort of rough but not totally. (please lmk if i’m missing anything)

The sun had been down for a few hours, the moon and stars starring at you through your new floor to ceiling windows. You were sitting in your apartment that you had just bought, relishing in the comfort of your new home. You had gotten a great position for work right of college and were overall living the dream at the moment. Everything was so peaceful and quiet, sipping on wine enjoying the new atmosphere. However your quiet was soon ruined when you heard the ring of your new doorbell.

Throwing your head back and groaning, you sat up and sat your wine glass on the coffee table in front of your couch. Putting on your slippers, you make your way to the front door. Not even looking through the peephole, you open the door enough to show your face but not your body with a deadpanned face. The sight in front of you was definitly not what you were expecting at this late hour.

Standing in front of of you was your step-dad Toji , or well ex step-dad considering your mother had dumped him a year ago, and he best friend Choso. They had smirks on their faces while holding what you assumed was a gift considering the bag and the tissue paper stuffed in it.

“Hey cupcake.” Toji spoke after a few seconds of staring at each other.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” You ask him and Choso, poking your hip out and keeping a hand on the door, not fully letting it open.

“Saw on facebook you got a fancy new job and new apartment, thought me and your favorite uncle could bring ya a new housewarming gift.” Toji had said motioning over to Choso and the gift in their hands. Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms at the two of them.

“Yeah and you know you aren’t in the family now that you and mom are done.” You quirk your eyebrows at him and Choso. They chuckle knowing you’re technically right.

“Well, still can’t hurt to bring a loved one a gift no?” This time Choso speaks up. You look over at him and see a small smile on his face. The face that still adorns the tattoo he’s had the entire time you knew him. You just scoff and turn over your shoulder, leaving the door open to let them in. As you walk towards your kitchen and turn on the lights, you grabb two more glasses for wine to accompany yours.

As you walk in your apartment the men follow behind you, but as they do so they realize what you’re wearing. When you had opened the door you had your body hidden by the door mostly, hiding quite the sight for the two men.

Considering you thought you weren’t going to be seeing anyone for the rest of the day, you had showered and put on just an old large t-shirt and a pair of underwear. The t-shirt went down to at least your mid thighs, but still left quite the image for the two men following behind you. Once they had met you in the kitchen, you poured the wine and handed it to the two of them.

The two accepted the glasses with quiet thank you’s, setting your gift on the island table in your kitchen. While they took a few sips of their wine, you went into the living room to grab your wine and return to the kitchen. When you returned to the kitchen, Toji spoke first.

“Open your gift cupcake.” He told you with his usual smirk, leaning over and pushing the gift towards. You roll your eyes and grab the gift.

Grabbing the tissue paper out of the bag, you see a box wrapped in wrapping paper. You glance at the two of them, raising a questionable eyebrow. They just laugh and motion for you to keep going. You grab the box at the bottom and pick it up, realizing its actually very heavy.

“What the fuck did you get me?” You ask the two of them as you start ripping the paper off. Once you got the wrapping paper off you see its actually a small case, having latches on it that you have to open. When you turn the case to the latches, you click them up and open the mysterious case. When the case finally opens the absolute shock that waves onto your face made the two men bark out laughing.

Sitting in front of you on a cushioned piece of foam was a small black hand gun with gold embellishments.

“Are you fucking crazy!” You slam the case shut and stare at the two men across the counter.

“What cupcake, when I found out you moved out from your mom’s I thought I’d buy you some protection you know, since daddy and uncle ain’t here to protect you.” Toji smirks over at you, Choso chuckling along with him. You huff out an annoyed scoff, moving to the side of the counter that the two men were on.

“I don’t need a whole ass gun though, I don’t even know how to use that thing. Also you aren’t my daddy and uncle anymore.” You sternly tell him, poking him in his very muscular chest. You see Toji look over to choso when you do so, the two sharing a knowing look. Next thing you know Choso is taking a step closer to you and Toji is grabbing onto the hand that’s poking him in the chest.

Looking up at the two men in front of you now, Toji holding onto your hand giving it a tight squeeze. Your face had gone hot and red.

“Oh you sure about that cupcake?” Toji looks down at with a huge grin now. You look between the two and your brain just goes fuzzy.

To be honest you were always aware of the attractiveness between the two men surrounding you. You could always feel the lingering gazes that would be on you when you would visit your mom during college, along with Chosos anytime he was around to. You obviously never played on it though because Toji was with your mom at the time and Choso would be around and act like a ‘step uncle’.

Trying to muster up what little strength you had, you tried to struggle out of the hold from Toji.

“Aw shes trying to run.” This time Choso spoke up, stepping closer now so his hands were holding onto your waist over your large shirt. This made you stop moving and just stand still. You could feel the arousal starting to pool in your panties but you still didn’t want to admit to anything. You huffed and look away from the two men, avoiding any sort of eye contact from the two. This made the two of them share a look and chuckle at your silly acts of trying to ignore them. You weren’t sure what they had planned but it seemed like this was all a set up they had previously thought out. Next thing you know, Toji is moving his hand up your from your hand and settling to your throat so he could force you to look up at him.

“I think we need to teach little one a lesson or two hm? Make sure who she remembers who’s in charge yeah?” Toji says down at you, Choso humming in agreement behind you.

The next thing that happens is you being thrown over a shoulder and walked down to your bedroom. All you could see was your new tile floors as you were carried to your new room

You’re thrown onto your bed that laid in the center of your room. By doing so the big t-shirt that you’d put on had risen to now your mid stomach, exposing your panties you had beneath. The two men stood over you, one on each side of the bed. Toji was at your feet and Choso was your head.

At this point you couldn’t even hide the arousal that was pooling between your legs. There was a very evident spot wetting on your panties the two men could clearly see. Toji didn’t even give you a chance to try and close your legs, grabbing onto them and keeping them spread with a strong grip. Choso had also grabbed onto you, gripping your arms and keeping them above your head.

“Aw look at her Choso, she’s soaked right through these.” Toji says, grabbing the side of your panties, pulling it and snapping it against the skin of your hip. This makes you let out a small whine, trying to pull away from the two of them even though you know it won’t work. Choso then decides to run his hands up your arms, roaming over your breast over the t-shirt you’re wearing. He gives a gentle squeeze before talking.

“I think we should take this off, shouldn’t we fushiguro?” He said before grabbing the bottom of your t-shirt as Toji mumbles out an agreement. Within seconds your shirt is off and thrown across the room somewhere, leaving your chest exposed to two of them. Due to your restrains you couldn’t put any arms across your chest for any kind of modesty. This made you slightly annoyed considering the two men were still full dressed, so you finally speak.

“You know Its quite rude that i’m the only naked one here.” You tell them, staring into Tojis eyes.

“Oh, she speaks?” Toji responds with his usual smirk on his face. He still had a strong grip on your thighs. Now they moved down your thighs, getting very close to your last remaining piece of clothing.

“Well you heard the lady.” Choso speaks up, releasing your arms and going to take his shirt off jeans. Toji followed after his friend, releasing your legs and also taking off his shirt and his pants as well. Once they had gotten down to their boxers they looked back at you and grab onto again.

“All better princess?” Choso stares down into your eyes, leaning over a bit to where his chain that he was wearing dangled in your face. Now you felt like you couldn’t speak again and just slightly nodded at them. You eyes quickly shot down to wear Tojis was grabbing out your legs again and grabbing onto your underwear.

“Now time for these cupcake.” He tells you before slowly dragging them down your legs. This time you got a small bit of time to try and close your legs as Toji removed your panties. Though within seconds of you smacking your legs together, Tojis hands were on your knees pulling them apart, leaving you all exposed.

“Oh look at this, all nice and wet for us huh?” Toji says out loud to the group, taking a finger and running it up your slit. All this made you let out a big whine as Toji continued to run his fingers through your slick, gathering the wetness on his fingers. Once he had enough on his fingers, he brought them up to his mouth and gave a small lick. Toji let out a hum of satisfaction at your taste before gesturing his hand to choso so he could get a taste as well.

Choso wrapped his lips around Tojis fingers, sucking the taste of you off of them and humming in agreement to Toji. See the sight of them like that let out a small moan, shifting trying to rub your thighs together for some kind of stimulation. Of course the two men notice and grin down at you.

“Aw does the princess want something now.” Choso speaks down at you but this time putting a hand on your face, poking at your pout you had on. You muster enough encouragement to let out a small ‘yes please’ to the two men.

“Oh now she wants something.” Toji speaks as he grips and pulls your thighs apart again, setting a hand on the flat of your stomach and dragging it closer to your entrance. Soon he’s circling your clit with his thumb and dipping a finger into you. This immeaditaly makes your back arch off the bed. You haven’t felt a touch like this for a long time, so it was doing quite a lot for you. Choso took the opportunity to reach down and grab onto one of your breast, giving it hard squeeze and pinching at your nipple. This made you let out a louder moan, arching into both men.

Toji can feel you squeezing around one finger, so he adds another for your pleasure. Soon both men are working in tandem trying to bring you to a quick release. Toji speeds up his rhythm on your clit, making you squirm in reach of a release. Looking for something to grab onto in your wiggling, you grab onto Choso hip, gripping the fabric of his boxers. It wasn’t long before you were actually gushing around Toji’s fingers.

“Ah-I-!” Was all you could get out as you came. Your chest was heaving up and down as you came down from your high.

“There we go, look how relaxed you are now.” Choso said, looking down at your heaving figure. Once you sort of calmed down and get a clear vision, you look up at the two men. They both look down at you, but to they don’t share that exhausted look that you have. If anything, they look like they just had a small warm up. This is how you knew they weren’t done with you and you had more coming.

“Oh don’t be tired yet cupcake. We got more in store for you.” Toji says pulling you a little closer to his side of the bed. Once you were closer Toji pressed his front to your bare cunt. You could feel how hard he was through his underwear, becoming well aware how big he was below the fabric. This made you clench around nothing which Toji could easily tell while he was smirking down at you.

“Now cupcake, you’re gonna sit here and let your favorite daddy and uncle take care of you right?” Toji said down at you with his teeth shining at you. All you could really do in this moment was nod your head and let out a small yes to the man in front of you. After you nodded your head Toji let go of your thighs, going to grab onto the fabric of his boxers, finally pulling them down to reveal his cock.

When you felt that it was big, seeing it just confirmed it. Large and slightly curved with veins running up and down it, your eyes bulged out of their socket at just the sight of it. You couldn’t even think on how it’ll actually fit into you. Toji noticed your eyes and gave out a small chuckle.

“Don’t worry cupcake, we’ll make it fit just fine.” He somewhat assured you before slowly dragging it up your wet cunt. When it dragged against your clit you immediately flinched from the stimulation. Still not totally recovered from your first high, this brought a whole new wave of pleasure to you. Toji slowly dragged down to your entrence, prodding it with his tip. When he finally pushed his tip in, it was like seeing stars again.

“Fuck- there we go cupcake.” Toji groaned out as he slowly pushed into you. Once he was fully in you couldn’t even see anymore. Your back was arched off the bed and your arms were grabbing onto Toji’s forearms. His grip tightend on your hips once he was in and stilled.

In the mix of all this going on, you failed to notice that choso had taken his underwear off and was stroking his cock behind you. Once you had grown accustomed to Toji’s cock, you tilted your head back to look back at Choso cock which was awfully close to your face now. Choso noticed that you had your eyes on his cock now and smiled down at you.

“Come on princess, open up that smart mouth.” Choso grips his cock, moving it close to your mouth. You don’t have much of a say and just open your mouth as wide as you could. His mouth was almost equally as large as Tojis with it’s own set of veins on it, so it was a bit of struggle trying to accommodate it in your mouth.

As you struggle to fit Chosos cock in your mouth you felt Toji start to move inside of you. He pulled back and started slow but harsh thrust into your cunt. As Toji was doing this, Choso was sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. You tried to not choke around his cock but it was pretty difficult not to. You could feel him reaching the back of your throat with every thrust, making you gag every few seconds.

“Fuck, princess. Doing so well for us.” Choso let out a moan, tossing his head back and grabbing onto one of your breast, giving a tight squeeze and tweaking at your nipple. Toji was giving you deep thrust that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. He moved his hand towards your clit, rubbing fast but precise circles over it. All of the pleasure was starting to get a lot for you, you couldn’t help but start letting out tears from your eyes and choking out moans around Choso’s cock.

“Come on cupcake, give it to us.” Toji demanded at you, quickening his thrust into your soaking cunt. You could feel yourself quickly approaching a release, gripping at your new bed sheets below you. After a few harsh thrust, you were soaking Toji’s cock with your cum which he was thrusting right back into you.

“Fuck- yeah that’s right, soak his cock princess.” Choso groaned, his hips stuttering with his thrust into your mouth.

It wasn’t long before the two men followed you. Choso was first, letting out a moan as he came down your throat, that you had basically no choice but to swallow. Choso slowly left your mouth, giving you a second to breath. Toji was right after him, giving a few last hard thrust before exiting your cunt and spilling all over your stomach.

Now that both men had left your body, you all sat there for moment, catching your breaths. The two of them sat on the bed next to your layed out figure, rubbing soothing hands up and down your body as your recovered from everything.

After a few minutes, Toji got up to go to your bathroom to grab something to wipe you down. As he was doing that, Choso left to go to your kitchen to grab a glass of water for you two. When they both came back, you were barely awake at this point, your body completely exhausted from everything. Toji quickly cleaned you off while choso sat you up enough to take a few sips of water before laying you back down. They pulled back the covers of your bed before maneuvering you under them, the two of them joining you on either sides of your body.

Toji layed an arm under your head and gave your a small kiss on your forehead,while Choso wrapped his around your waist, both men moving close to you. However you didn’t wanna let them completely settle before mentioning something.

“I don’t need a gun just so you know.” You mumbled as you quickly approached the dream world. The two men chuckle down at you, not far behind with their own sleep.

“Whatever you say cupcake.” Is all you hear before drifting off to sleep.

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a/n: If you didn’t see my post from a few days ago, just wanna say thank you so much for 100 followers. I know it’s not a lot and my fics aren’t super amazing so I appreciate every like, reblog, and comment. So thank you so much and hope you enjoyed this and my other works. xoxo Liv

[lil-quinnie]

I'm not that innocent

part II

Stepdad!Eddie x F!reader

Warnings: STEPCEST, AGE GAP (Eddie's 40s and Reader is middle 20s) , daddy kink, oral (m receiving) , slight pet play, dom sub dynamic, degradation, cheating, bad family's relationship, nipple play, breast fucking, Lemme know if i forget something <3

Summary: Your mother left your stepfather alone and lonely on her birthday, the next morning you wanted to make his morning as easy as possible, that's what a good girl would do, isn't it?

picture of older eddie by: @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

You've known Eddie for almost five years now, ever since he started dating your mother when you were fifteen, your mother and he didn't know each other well when they had the brilliant idea of getting married and living together in less than three months of dating.

You didn't have to say how disastrous the whole get-together was inside the suburban house that used to be just yours and your mother's, and now in every room you looked there were traces of Eddie, from Mister Munson to you.

For two long years your Mother's marriage to Mr. Munson seemed like a fairy tale, he brought her flowers at least twice a week, cooked delicious dinners while your mother drank a (few) glasses of wine until they were both laughing and bumping into the hallway walls, giggling and whispering like two teenagers in love, it was cute you thought.

Things started to get bad on your 18th birthday. Eddie used to work in a big mechanic and managed to buy you an almost new car as a gift, your mother knew the whole plan and helped the man with every detail, from covering the car with an old sheet to blindfolding you and guiding you to the garage.

Maybe it was your reaction, maybe it was Eddie's hands hugging you back, hands in your lower back, maybe it was how you jumped and laughed causing your body and your stepdad's to brush against each other,your mother could see your braless chest squeezed on her sweaty husband, but something in her attitude has changed, both with you and with her husband.

Unlike your mother who is an extrovert, you were quiet, preferring to stay with your books and headphones. Your quiet nature caused your voice to be low and calm, which would explain your mother's sudden change after your explosive reaction , with her husband and not with her! Which ignited a flame of insecurity inside the head of the older woman who was always talking back to you for anything you said, who started to ignore you and made your life more difficult at every opportunity .

The situation for Eddie wasn't the best either, they fought over any and all nonsense and it always ended the same way, with him begging her to stay, while she kept saying terrible things to him, the ending was your mother slamming the front door in his face, going to god only knew where, as he sat in the dark room, face in his hands.

It didn't take long for rumors to start running around town. One day of carelessness and your mother was seen by a neighbor kissing a boy much younger than her. And from what you'd heard, it wasn't the first time.

That was 2 years ago, you didn't stick around long enough to find out if they were real or not, but you never understood why Eddie put up with it all and believed your mother's sarcastic voice when she denied the whole story.

Now, 2 years older than the last time you were here, you avoid that story as much as possible, of course the weekly calls home became monthly and soon you only called on major holidays, visiting was out of the question as money was tight and your job at the library college barely paid your rent. 

You wouldn't accept financial help from them even though they insisted, knowing what happened the time you accepted your old car.

Now, on your mother's 40th birthday, you were forced to be there, your mother even offered to pay for your plane ticket but you preferred to face the 9 hours on the road. When you arrived, to your -not- surprise, things weren't very different from how they were in your last days in this house.

Your mother was trying her best to maintain a not-so-fake smile as she waved from the porch and you parked your car. You were happy to see the mother you hadn't seen in a few years, now blonder with more visible wrinkles but still just as beautiful.

The tension of a few years ago didn't exist but everyone could feel that something still wasn't clicking. You gave your mother a quick hug and nodded at Eddie, as you tried to carry all your luggage alone into your old childhood room, now with some guitars and acoustic, posters of some old bands you didn't know and others that you were much more than a fan.

If you noticed the little touches Eddie left in your home, this room now certainly screamed Eddie, you mean, Mister Munson!

The strangest thing was the fresh smell of his shampoo on the pillow that used to be yours. "Does he usually sleep here?" you thought, digging in your nose, taking in all Mr. Munson scent, the cigarette, something earthy and musk, all of him, causing your thighs to press against each other to bring any kind of relief.

It had been three days since you had stayed with them and the tension was only beginning to rise. You could hear the little arguments your mother had with Eddie over the smallest of things. The final straw, both for you and for your mother, was on Friday night, on her birthday. 

The argument had started over a wrong present that Mr. Munson had bought, intensified because he tried to hug the woman who was raging in front of him and ended when, to your surprise, he shouted that he missed her, he missed her touch. Making your mother grab an old backpack, stuff it with some clothes and speed off the tires of your car.

You tossed and turned all night in your bed, feeling his scent wafting around you, the sound of the man's deep breathing sleeping on the couch echoing in your ears, making your hand roam over your body, adding pressure everywhere you thought that Eddie would pay more attention until you found your sex already wet.

The mere memory of Mr. Munson's hands were enough to send you over the edge, but it was hearing him moan in rage that made you come harder, thinking of how he could take all that anger and frustration out on your pussy at the same time, instead of anything else he was doing right now.

You didn't know how to act the next morning, not because you heard the fight, but because you knew how needy your stepfather was, that information made something carnal wake up inside your chest and you decided to test the waters around you.

You decided to act as if nothing had happened, leaving the room only in a baggy T-shirt and shorts so short they barely showed, and a pair of white socks.

You went to the kitchen to make coffee when you noticed the unconscious figure of your stepfather lying on the sofa, his hair covering half of his face and the half you could see was beautiful.

You prepared two large mugs of coffee, looked for the man's cigarettes and took a deep breath trying to gain more courage to wake him up, not knowing what his reaction would be after this type of situation with your mother.

You put everything on the coffee table in the living room, knelt down next to the sofa and brushed some curls from the man's face. Eddie squirmed under your touch and slowly opened his eyes, taking time to understand what was happening and where he was.

He sat on the couch, having an overhead view of you, getting to see the contours of your breasts and your nipples already erect from the weather, peeking out from under your shirt "my shirt" he thought to himself as he looked your body up and down. down, smiling slightly when he saw you kneeling so close to him.

"Good morning sweetheart" he said in a hoarse voice, rubbing his face with both hands "Sorry, I didn't expect the night to end like that" he gave you an apologetic smile, you just nodded and passed the mug of coffee for the older man.

"It's okay, really. It wasn't your fault" you smiled, as you started to stand up, you let your shirt ride up to the curve of your ass, as you purposefully bent down to pick up one of Eddie's cigarettes, turning to face the man who was obviously checking you out "May I Mr Munson?" you asked in the sweetest voice you had in your arsenal.

Eddie took a while to understand what your request was and looked away when he saw your obvious smirk and cleared his throat to disguise the blush rising in the man's bearded cheeks.

"S-sure, be my guest sweetheart" he straightened his body on the couch, sitting as straight as possible, bringing a pillow to his lap trying to hide the erection marked in black jeans.

"But you know you don't have to call me Mister Munson, right? Fuck, I don't even think my father was called that." he chuckled softly as he took a few sips of his delicious coffee

You now leaning against the window across the room, cigarette wedged between your lips, you shrugged and lit your cigarette, your eyes never leaving the man's eyes, who eyed you suspiciously

"Sorry, old habits die hard" you blew out the smoke and smiled at him, the kind of smile he hadn't gotten in a while, the kind of smile he'd gotten from your mother for the past two years.

"Yes! Of course,yeah, just Eddie is fine" He had to take a big, long drink of his coffee to quell the malice that was growing in his face, but he didn't expect your answer to be as direct as it was "I thought you wanted to that I called you daddy" you bit your lip as the man took a slight choke on his coffee before giving a disbelieving laugh.

"You would like that, right, little girl?" The smirk and the hungry look that Eddie was giving at you made your thighs clenched automatically, this time harder causing a low sigh to escape your perfect lips. Not going unnoticed by Eddie, who was already sitting with his forearms resting on his knee as he stared at you like you were a prey.

"Yes" you said above a whisper, "Yes what?" Eddie's gaze never leaving your face;

"Yes d-daddy" you replied with a groan, making the man squeeze the pillow tighter on his lap, “Good girl”.

Silence filled the living room, you could hear your stepdad's cigarette paper burning across the room at the same intensity you could feel his gaze burn holes in your skin

"Are you, are you feeling better, Daddy?" you smirked as you approached the man sitting on the couch a few steps away from you.

"Stop!" he demanded, making you stop instantly, not knowing if he was asking you to stop the overt flirting or if he wanted you to physically stop moving so you did both.

"So obedient, what a good girl" he said, taking the pillow off his lap leaving the bulge in his pants apparent to you, he brought a huge, ringed hand to his cock, groping and squeezing causing the man to moan

"please daddy" you said pathetically not really knowing what you were asking for "please what little girl?" he said, now sliding his hand over his cock, showing all the girth that would hopefully be filling your desperate little pussy

"Can I get close to you? Can I make you feel good daddy? please" Eddie could sense how much you were in need and decided to take full advantage of it.

"You can, of course you can princess" he smiled as if he was hiding something and before you could say thank you, he completed the sentence "but come crawling to daddy, little girl" 

The words disappeared from your mouth, your knees were already weak watching Eddie touching him even if only over his pants.

Your knees sank to the floor, and you made a point of pushing your ass as high as possible, leaving your little white cotton panties visible as you crawled between the older man's legs.

You can smell him faintly in your nose, the same one that surrounded you all night for the last 2 days. With his small hands gripping his stepdad's thick thighs Eddie did the one thing you wouldn't expect him to do, he grabbed a handful of your hair and rubbed your delicate face against his crotch.

"Yeah, that's it, I know you like it you little slut" he circled his hips against your face, you could feel his already hard cock pressed against your face "you think I didn't listen to you yesterday?" you let a moan come out of his mouth followed by a chorus of "please, please, oh! let me taste you daddy, i'm your good girl, i'm your good kitten"

Your last sentence made the man moan loudly and start to unbutton his pants in a clumsy way, pulling his pants down to his ankles and kicking them away, your hands went up his thigh, stopping at his groin, you could feel the heat emanating from him. of his dick.

"Go on little girl, take your time" 

he said, opening his legs wider for you to settle between them.

You did as you were told, your hands roamed your stepfather's body, who felt everything as if it were torture, your hand enveloped his hard cock, giving a few kisses to the covered head of the member, you could taste the precum through the fabric of his boxers.

You pulled the underwear down Eddie's legs, gripping his cock in both hands, touching your feather-light lips to his red head, giving cat-like licks as you moved your hands up and down. "oh! fuck" Eddie's hands found the hair on the back of your neck, taking control of your head, forcing your mouth deeper and deeper into his hard cock. "Put your tongue out little girl, let daddy fill your throat, huh?" you just asserted and stuck out your tongue as much as your body would allow.

Eddie took advantage of the space your sticking-out tongue created and shoved his cock deep down your throat "mother…fucker" he groaned, setting a rhythm as he fucked your throat. He wiped away the fat tears that were streaming down your face and you could see his smile through your blurred vision as he licked your tears away from his thumb print.

"That's it little girl, making daddy feel so good" Eddie ripped your head off his cock so you could breathe, you moaned at the lack of contact causing Eddie to slap your cheek, making you even redder. "Thank you daddy" you said, leaving the man almost speechless.

The stepfather's hands went to the hem of your shirt, lifting it, leaving your bare breasts on display. "I knew it" he said, slapping your chest with his hand  "looks like my little girl is a slut", Eddie stuffed part of the hem of your shirt into your mouth, trapping the fabric between your teeth as he attacked your nipples.

He licked and sucked your nipple like a starving man, pinching the other nipple with his fingertips, rolling and tugging, making your muffled moans almost inaudible, but not to Eddie.

He ripped the shirt from your body holding your face between his fingers "Now open that pretty little mouth wide little girl, I need you to get my cock very wet for what I want to do to you next, ok slut?" he whispered as he passed the head of the cock in your mouth asking for access.

You opened your mouth wide, his cock assaulted your mouth without mercy, going so deep that with each thrust your mouth watered more, making your saliva run down your stepfather's balls and your full bare breasts "That's it, little girl, swallow everything daddy gives you" You completely surrendered control of your head to the man, so it was no surprise when he ripped you off his cock and made you suck his balls instead, causing more saliva to run down your body .

You took an entire ball into your mouth, sucking so gently it took Eddie over the edge more than once in a row, he pulled your bodies apart, lifting you off the floor and placing you on the sofa in the position he needed you, leaning against the headboard of the sofa. Your step dad jerked off a few times before wedging his hard cock between your breasts.

His big hands squeezed your breasts against his cock, he used the mixture of your fluids to slide the hard member against your skin, always letting the luscious head hit your chin "C’mom princess, let me in your mouth, open that little mouth for daddy", Eddie ran his fingers over your nipples, making you grind against the couch looking for any kind of relief.

Eddie was so mesmerized by the puddle forming on the black leather sofa that he didn't notice your open mouth, a string of saliva fell on the head of his cock, snapping him out of his trance, faster fucking your breasts as the angry head of his cock it entered through your lips, brushing deliciously on his tongue, the texture of your taste buds made eddie's knees weak

"Please daddy, give me more, I can take more" you said trying to get more of him into your mouth as he fucked frantically, pinching and pulling at your nipples, he was in a frenzy. Head thrown back, eyes closed, highly pornographic moans followed by insults that made you feel like the most desired and admired woman in the world “‘m gonna come, oh!fuck, where? where can I come?" he said between moans.

"In my mouth, I want to taste you daddy," you said, making your tongue swirl around the head of his cock. The man moaned louder, jamming his cock deep in his mouth, "Such a slut, such a dirty slut, oh! fuck" you went up and down sucking his cock, as he held your head in place and thrust most of his cock in. in your mouth, cumming deep in your throat. "oh! fuck" he sighed with his forehead against hers, "fuck little girl, I don't think I've ever come this hard in my life" his husky voice made her cheeks flush, bringing out a shyness that hadn't been there a few minutes ago .

"Come here" he said, holding your face and for the first time in the night, his lips touched yours, he could feel the sweet taste of your mouth mixed with his cigarette that you had smoked earlier, he knew it was the new favorite flavor of his and that now that he's tasted the forbidden fruit no other flavor would suffice.

The kiss was slow, despite the few words exchanged you could feel how important his touch was to your stepfather, he licked his tongue and kissed you as if he hadn't had any kind of contact for years. And maybe he hadn't. The kiss was broken by the ringing of the phone. Eddie's naked figure walked away from you, taking the phone in his hands and walking to the bathroom. "yeah, yeah ok, I'll be there as soon as possible", you could hear the muffled sound of Eddie's voice as he cleaned up.

The mess that oozed between your thighs from an untouched pussy was pathetic, you felt your clits throbbing, making you squirm with every little contact of the panties with your button.

When Eddie came back from the bathroom he was fully dressed in his work overalls,

"Sorry dollface, emergency at work" he said leaning down as he spoke to you, he placed a few more kisses on your mouth and your jaw "I'll be right back" one kiss "I don't want you to touch yourself" his fingers circled your clits over her panties "that pussy is mine" in a whisper "you want to be my good girl don't you? my good kitty?" he stood up, making himself look a lot more intimidating.

"yes, yes daddy, I'm your good girl" you said getting up, your half naked body pressed against his, his hands roaming your body, squeezing your ass as he kissed you, taking you with him towards the door "My good little girl", he said, pulling out of your embrace.

"I'll see you later, okay?" he said with his body almost completely out of the house "and, thanks for... for today, I.." you cut him off with a quick kiss on the lips "see you later, daddy", your smile made him melt a little on the doorstep, giving you the sweetest smile you've ever seen on your stepfather's handsome face.

He just waved and closed the door, leaving you alone in a house that wasn't yours, in a city that wasn't yours and thinking about a husband that wasn't yours.

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Birthday Boy Pop-Up Masterlist

Another fun event has ended here at @corrodedcoffinfest! Thanks again to everyone who participates in any way to make these a success!

This event had 11 total entries from 10 unique participants: 11 Fics, 0 Pieces of Art & 0 Other Works were submitted.

I've updated the spreadsheet with these newest entries, bringing our current total from all events to 348!

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Stay tuned, the next event is happening in February, and the guidelines for it will drop today!

Fic Submissions:

Corroded Coffin Fest Pop-Up: Birthday Boy by @jo-harrington | Prompt: Gift, 21 | Rating: T | WC: 1502 | CW: None | Tags: No Upside Down AU, Friendship, Angst, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Unseen Character Death

a birthday halfway forgotten by @steddieas-shegoes | Prompt: Birthday, 30 | Rating: E | WC: 3132 | CW: none | Tags: famous corroded coffin, band manager steve, established relationship, fucking on a motorcycle is ill-advised but they do it anyway, hand jobs, anal sex, domestic fluff

I'm sorry, I lied by @keaganz | Prompt: Birthday, 25, 30, ‘Seriously, age is just a number | Word Count: 5747 | Rating: M | CW: alluding to Domestic Violence | POV: Eddie | Relationship(s): Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Chrissy Cunningham, Gareth Emmerson/OFC | Tags: Famous Corroded Coffin, Eddie is a menace, age difference, Musician Steve Harrington, accidental baby acquisition, meet cute, speed running starting a family, Steve has hearing loss, Steve needs a hug and gets it, Original Child character

Certified Freak by @thisapplepielife | Prompt: 25 | Word Count: 18,235 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Established Steddie, Gareth/Eddie/Steve, Gareth/OCs | Tags: Omegaverse, Modern AU, Late Bloomer Omega Gareth, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Heat Sex, Knotting, Omega/Alpha/Omega Threesome, Accidental Bonding, Dinguses x 3, Eddie And Steve Are Trying To Help, But Make Everything Worse

I Missed You by @punkrockmlchael | Prompt: Birthday | Word Count: 3100 | Rating: E | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Starting a Family | POV: Gareth | Relationship(s): Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Corroded Coffin, Life on the Road, Pre-Established Relationship, Birthday Boy, Celebrating Gareth's Birthday on Tour, Soft and Sweet Sex

Wanna Lick? by @tedewitt | Prompt: Birthday, 40 | Word Count: 6505 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Steddie | CW: Explicit Sexual Content | Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Surprise Birthday Party, Steve has a boudoir shoot, Crack Fic, Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex

Just Another Day by @theold-ultraviolence | Prompt: “Seriously? Age is just a number.”, 40 | Word Count: 3k | Rating: G | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x reader/female!reader | CW: Eddie is hospitalized but there’s nothing tragic or graphic going on, it’s described that he has a heart condition, 40 year old!Eddie, nurse!reader, she/her pronouns used to describe the reader, reader is in her late thirties, friends to lovers, mutual pining, sorta meet-cute, meeting again after high school, mentions of Eddie drinking and doing drugs, mentions of his childhood

The Gift that Keeps on Giving by @punkrockmlchael | Prompt: Birthday | Word Count: 3100 | Rating: E | POV: Eddie | Relationships: Eddie Munson x Popstar!Fem Reader | CW: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of Weed and Underage Drinking | Tags: Eddie Munson, Fanboy Eddie, Popstar Reader, Concert, Gift, Meet and Greet, Celebrity Crush

Over the Hill by @the-unforgivenn | Prompt: 30, 40 & "Seriously? Age is Just a Number." | Rating: E | WC: 11k | Pairings: Rockstar!Gareth x Drumtech!Fem!Reader | CW: Pining, unrequited feelings (but not really), age-gap romance (reader is 30 and Gareth turns 40), food mentions/eating (reader steals Gareth's fries), feelings - all the feelings, soft!Gareth, snarky!Gareth, smut (thigh riding, oral f!receiving, unprotected semi-public back-of-the-limo p in v sex) | Tags: Gareth Emerson, Fem!Reader, Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson, Jeff Richards, Goodie (this name for him just fit in this lil fic), Roadies Jimmie and Richie, Driver Rob

nothing else matters - eddie munson by @keeryhours | Prompt: Birthday, 40, 25, “Seriously? Age is just a number.” & Gift | Word Count: 3100 | Rating: E | POV: Reader | Relationships: Older! Eddie Munson x female reader | CW: Smut (18+), oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v, restraints?, age gap

What friends are for by @earthlyangelbby | Prompt: 21 & Gift | Word Count: 1.1k | Rating: T | POV: Eddie | Relationships: None | CW: None

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Long Distance Relationship with Charlie Spring

Charlie Spring x Male Reader

I feel like you either met on the internet or you met while he was on holiday to your hometown/country

He'll always defend your relationship to people who think long distance relationships don't work, aren't real relationships etc

He always gets so excited when he sees you've texted him, he always gets in trouble in class for having his phone under the table to text you

If you have different time zones then he has yours as a widget on his phone though after a while he does just have it memorised.

He'll fiercely defend your country or hometown to anyone who talks badly about it even if he's never been there. If he takes geography then he does any projects or presentations on your country and you happily help him

If you speak a different language he immediately starts a duolingo streak for it, blushing when people ask him, "Why are you learning that language"

He has your timetable/schedule memorised perfectly so he knows when you're at work, at school, sleeping, at a club etc. If you ever break up he absolutely resents this because he'll always think, 'oh Y/N's in class right now' or 'Y/N's at work right now'

You have each other on life 360 so you always know where each other is, whenever Charlie gets sad or misses you he'll look at your life 360 to remind himself that you're okay and you're out there

You call whenever you can, every spare minute which he gets teased for by Tao and Isaac because he'll end up calling you at break or lunch. You do homework on call, you make dinner on call, you call when either one of you is commuting/ walking home from school. You even experimented with phone sex

Sometimes the two of you sleep on call, whether on purpose or by accident. Depending on timezones, one of you will be asleep at night while the other goes about their afternoon occasionally taking screenshots of how cute the other is while sleeping. If you can both sleep at the same time you'll snuggle up together, with your device rested on the pillow, talking until one of you caves and starts falling asleep, "I think it's bedtime Char, you're falling asleep," "mmh-no 'm not"

Tori often comes in sometimes to tell him to keep it down if you two are calling at night, sometimes she leaves him be just happy he has someone to talk to but sometimes she needs her sleep

Charlie's parents eventually found out about this and worried. They worried about your relationship as a whole because they didn't like the idea of their son chatting to people on the internet for obvious reasons but they warmed to the idea after you met the via video call and they realised you weren't a 40 year old weirdo. However, they did still worry that Charlie wasn't getting enough sleep if he was always on the phone with you (which may or may not have been true)

Charlie gets a lot more jealous than he'll admit to. He trusts you completely but he'll still stalk anyone he sees tagged on your Instagram story. He loves and hates seeing you post about being with your friends because as much as he's happy you're having fun, he wishes that he was there with you and worries that you have more fun with them than you do with him

He gets very insecure in general, it's not uncommon for him to cry on call when you've been together for a while about how much he wants you with him. You often hear things like, "you don't have to be with me you know, if there's someone you like where you live....." "You don't have to always call me if you don't want to," "We don't have to plan to meet up if you don't want to..."

You always try your best to reassure him and help the two of you to feel closer together like sending him little gifts or letters in the post. For his Christmas you sent him one of your hoodies or jumpers in the post, sprayed with your cologne so it smelt like you and he cried and didn't take it off until new year.

He seems the type to send you more handwritten letters, handmade things or little trinkets that made him think of you. If you live in a different country, he'll send you lots of British sweets/snacks/tea for you to try.

You always try to send him little reminders that you're thinking about him whether that's good morning messages or little titkoks or little vlogs/pictures of your day and he loves them

He opens up to you about bullying and his eating disorder and sometimes you get really choked up because you just want to hold him. He comforts you about any problems you might have in your life too

You two get all the cute couple apps like Obimy or Livestatus or Widget pets (he takes the care of your little widget pet incredibly seriously and will shout at you if you forget to feed them)

You two try as many virtual dates as you can think of whether that's watching films together, studying together, making vision boards together, gaming together, cooking together, book clubs, making playlists etc

You definitely have a Minecraft world together where one of you does all the monster killing and equipment gathering and the other creates aesthetic houses and builds

When you revealed you could come over to him for a few days he squealed and got told off by Tori for being loud. He begged his parents to let you stay over at leats one night and they agreed on the condition you keep the door open (No Hanky Panky in this house)

He makes a countdown to when you're coming over whether that's on a physical calendar or on a little widget on his phone counting down the days until you two meet. His mates are all soooo tired of hearing about it because he does NOT shut up about the fact that you're coming over

You two had the cute couple 'run and hug each other' moment at the train station/airport even if you swore you wouldn't because that's "cringe"

Charlie excitedly showed you around his room before quickly pulling you onto the bed while you watched your favourite show together. He'd planned all these different things about what he wanted your first day/night together to be like and all the things you'd do together but in reality, Charlie fell asleep almost immediately after you started cuddling because he finally felt so safe

He shows you around all of his favourite places and introduces you to his friends which he was a little concerned about but he was on cloud 9 when you got along with everyone really well and everyone loved you

You two take as many pictures as humanly possible together, making them your wallpapers, profile pictures, anything to show how excited you were to finally see each other

You two spent a good half an hour in the airport sobbing and holding onto each other before you had to leave, never wanting to let go of each other.

He manages to convince his family to come on holiday to where you are so you can spend all week together or maybe the whole of the summer holidays if you're lucky.

He loves seeing your hometown and making notes of all the ways its different from where he lives

It's hard sometimes but you two are determined to make it work because you can't see your lives without each other and you still manage to have fun and show your love for each other without being right next to each other (it just makes it all the better when the two of you eventually can move in together)

REQUESTS

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💚 HoS Mods Recs ❤️

Cause, why not? photo source

Summer is coming to an end, and autumn will be here soon. Seasons change, years pass us by, but Snarry is here to stay. The following brought us some joy and hopefully it'll bring you guys some joy, too.

Art

🎨 @ofnightsndsongs - Spicy Polaroids Rated E

🎨 @flymetosnarryland - Muggle London Rated E

🎨 @ac1d6urn - The Bravest Man Rated T

🎨 @danipantsu - Tailormade Rated G

Podfic

🎙️Things We Wish For by @avioleta (AO3) Podfic by JocundaSykes Rated E, 2 hours

Harry blinks. Blinks again. It doesn’t make sense. It’s simply not possible. But yet… “Snape?” It’s not the Snape Harry knows or remembers. Not the Snape Harry grieved. But he would know that face, that profile, those eyes anywhere. “What happened?” he manages. “How are you here?”

🎙️ World Enough, and Time by @likelightinglass (AO3) - a Podfic Podfic by Cailynwrites Rated T, 40 minutes

Soulmate clocks start ticking when you first lock eyes, and count down until your time with them is over. Harry’s starts ticking on September 1st, 1991. He has only six years, eight months, and one day.

Fic + Art

🌸 The Curse of Anteros - @danpuff-ao3 (AO3) / @mrviran (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 53k

When Harry is cursed, he seeks out Severus Snape. They have a long history behind them, after all, and they've always had so much between them. Who else would he go to?

🌸 A Step into the Light - @givereadersahug (AO3) / @gullibert (AO3) / @dandelionstars (AO3) Rated NR, Word Count 10k

Severus Snape is now a free man. He fills his time travelling the world, collecting potion ingredients, and helping Luna with her business. The thing is, Severus has a gift. No, not potions or the Dark arts. He can see mushi, creatures that show up from time to time. Severus knows how to help them and the humans that come into contact with them. This time, their travels take them to an island off the coast of Japan, to a man sitting on a log, staring out into the ocean and waiting for his wife to return home. Inspired by the anime Mushishi. A retelling of Season 1, Episode 8. For the Snape Bang 2022.

🌸 The Ugliest Veela - Octroman Rated E, Word Count 60k

Snape is part-veela. It is interfering with his dating life. Post-war, Severus Snape finds himself in a life without purpose. In a desperate bid for the family he always wanted, he subjugates himself to a matchmaking service in hopes to find an acceptable partner. However, it is mandatory to disclose veela status in order to use the premiere matchmaker of the old family houses. Wrinkled, sallow, oily, big-nosed, and bony, Severus shows up for a string of horrific dates where potential partners expect him to be both gorgeous and enchanting. “I thought veelas were supposed to be beautiful!” Cue the jokes. How much humiliation can Severus stand? --------------------------------------- Illustrated chapter titles and crafted with love.

Fic

📚 A Series of Events - @babygray (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 67k

In January, the impossible occurred. It took Severus until April to realize just what that was, and to believe. Snarry Mpreg, takes place during Half-Blood Prince.

📚 A Trick of the Mind - @vulnerasanenturmyprince (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 40k

Ever since the horcrux in his head is gone, Legilimency comes easy to Harry. It’s nearly laughable how easy it is, considering how much he used to struggle with it back in his fifth year. But he reckons half of that had been Snape’s fault anyway. Who on earth would enjoy the nasty git invading their mind? But as life as Harry has known it changes, Harry’s opinion on the matter changes with it ― rather drastically so if he’s being perfectly honest.

📚 Blowing Smoke - DawnOfTomorrow Rated E, Word Count 231k

Harry doesn't care about Snape beyond having to sit detentions with the man despite being of age. He doesn't. He asks him out for a drink just to get out of detention. So what if it's... nice? So what if they become friends? So what if Snape *is* lonely? It's not Harry's problem - at least not until he realises he's accidentally befriended the man, and just how much he cares for Snape. Well, shit.

📚 Close Encounters - @bleedcolor (AO3) & @likelightinglass (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 35k

Years after the war, Harry Potter and Severus Snape meet and fall in lust, then love. Too bad they don’t know who they’ve fallen for.

📚 Curatio - @serenaew (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 12k

curatio, onis, f noun 1. healing/curing 2. object of care 3. treatment, surgical operation, medical care

At the foot of the Whomping Willow, there lay an injured kingfisher. Now with moodboard (chapter 2)!

📚 Date In A Dash - @silvereye5 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 16k

Harry and Severus accidentally attend the same speed dating event.

📚 Fuck, Marry, Kill - @titconao3 (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 13.2k

After the war, Harry Potter and Severus Snape, er, fuck sometimes. You know, it just happens; it's one of these things. They're not in a relationship, right? They're not like that. ...Until they are, but only one of them can see it.

📚 Gold Like Ichor, Gold Like Magic - @dandelionstars (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 26k

Seven years after Harry James Potter was left unceremoniously on the doorstep to Number Four, Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley was offered a promotion and the whole family had to move to Cokeworth, England. While Dudley is off terrorizing the local children, Harry spends his days in the school library and finds a fast friend in Ms. Eileen Prince. From Cokeworth to Hogwarts and back again, this is a story about the friendship, the magic, and the love that can be found in the unlikeliest of places, if only one bothers to look.

📚 Hawthorn Branches in Spring - zalil Rated T, Word Count 37.5k

Harry returns to Hogwarts to finish school properly and sit for his NEWTs. He doesn't expect Snape to be back teaching, nor their old animosity to resurface. When it is pointed out to him that he is responsible for it, he sets out to change their relationship for the better. The results have more of an impact on him than he expected.

📚 Little Monkeys - Lilian Rated T, Word Count 15.7k

"There might be a chance that maybe, perhaps, Severus went too far this whole ‘exile far away from the Wizarding World’ thing. Because however he tries to frame it, it comes down to this: after nine years of being completely alone, the first time he stays with another person, he’s plotting to steal said person’s children."

📚 Loose Ends - @arrisha-ao3 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 9.8k

I love you, Severus wants to say. But the timing is never right.

📚 Lovers Reunited - Now with a special buff! - @hereiamwithmyninjaclan (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 10k

MMORPGs are a fun way to pass the time and spend time with your friends- and hey, Harry might just find true love along the way. Beta'd by the lovely @silverdrip

📚 Not Giving In - @hippocrates460 (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 38.7k

Harry comes back from his holiday to a stack of memos on his desk that all say the same thing: "Severus Snape adopted Teddy Lupin." Snape. No one has seen him since the war trials ended, no one knows where he lives, no one knows why he took Teddy. And what happened to Andromeda? Harry is determined to be a good godfather and sort it all out. Even if it means dealing with Snape. Title from Better Son/Daughter, because Nanette.

📚 Professional Strippers - @coconutice22 (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 6k

At Uncle Vernon’s funeral, Aunt Petunia asks Harry for a favour.

📚 Snowed in with Severus - @maraudersaffair (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 32.5k

In eighth year, Harry decides to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He sets out to spend the time with Professor Snape, but after a magical accident, they find themselves stranded alone in a snowy cabin with no way out and only one bed.

📚 Sudden Light - @liladiurne (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 48k

Seven years after the war, in the dead of winter, Severus Snape meets a beautiful stranger on a train. Inevitably, he falls in love. Inspired by D.G. Rossetti and Paul Celan and based on the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

📚 The Beating of This Fragile Heart - @writcraft (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 33k

After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life. It’s only when Harry’s life is endangered that Severus is finally forced to confront his feelings head on.

📚 the Boy Who Lubed - @swoontodeath (AO3) Rated M, Word Count 7k

Desperate to pass his N.E.W.T. in Potions, Harry Potter joins a secretive Discord server run by a Potioneering expert known only as the Half-Blood Prince. What will happen when Severus Snape, full-time Potions Professor and part-time Discord mod, realises that the newest addition to his server is none other than his least favourite student?

📚 The Half-Blood and the Prince - @tax-onomic (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 6.5k

“It’s just a book, Harry.” “Okay. Thanks.” “But… you’ve got a crush on a book, mate. That’s a bit much. You need a girlfriend.” She tapped the name on the first page thoughtfully. “Or perhaps a boyfriend?”

📚 The Measure of a Man - @ac1d6urn (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 50k

Several years after defeating Voldemort, Junior Auror Harry Potter discovers himself and, at the risk of losing his childhood love, follows the truth. Through it all, Snape is an unexpected solace. Will he become more?

📚 The Want of You - @fleetingdesires (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 7.3k

On his night off, Severus unexpectedly realises that Harry has grown into quite an attractive man. He's just not going to think too hard about it. No, he's not going to think about him at all. It's fine. He's fine. Everything is fine.

📚 Thirteen and a half inches - @loneamaryllis (AO3) Rated E, Word Count 8.3k

The Marauder's Map shows a number above some people's head. Harrie investigates what it means.

📚 You Were Myth-Taken - @hokee101 (AO3) Rated T, Word Count 23.8k

When vampire attacks hit Hogsmeade, Severus Snape is the prime suspect. With Harry and Albus not taking these accusations seriously and the students threatening to expose him at every turn, this term was going to be just fangtastic.

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[gothmessi]

EVIDENCE

you can see they both have one side of their face who has been affected, my grandpa had a stroke and only has vision in one eye, the one he can open the most, he's paralyzed in one side of the body and can't walk or do his necesites without help, that's why I'm there, I clean after him, help him take some steps, wash his hands and face, my uncle comes home sometimes to bathe him. and my grandma has eyesight problems as well, she has one side of her face that has been affected for bad meds that she took when she couldn't afford new ones, I help her walk and cook, she has to feed 3 young girls who live with them because their father left them (I won't post their faces since they are underage), so I wash their clothes and try to keep them in good shape but we can't afford some stuff, the government gifts us 8 liters of milk every month and since they are both older than 65 the government also gives them money than can barely cover electricity and running water, sometimes they get free meds, sometimes they don't, ofc we can't afford physiotherapy for any of them but they need it very badly.

yes it's true I used the donation money to that wheelchair you see folded there, it was 2,600 mxn bc we can't afford a new one, on the table you can see lotions that they need, they were also bought with the donation money. and that's where my grandma of 81 years sleeps, my grandpa sleeps in the bed because he needs more space to move and that chair you see is where I sleep there when I take care of them, you can even see my blankets, I'm always waiting for something to happen, I wake up every hour to see if they need to go to the bathroom or take water.

that´s the bathroom, as you can see we only have 3 toilet paper, some shampoo and toothpaste, that's all they have until next month. I don't want to post their kitchen cause they have so many pots but so little food, all they have is rice, beans, some cereal and tortillas.

here is my bank account, I have 9 mxn to my name and I have the movements when I retired the 2,600 mxn to buy the wheelchair, they didn't gave us a receipt because we bought it from the son of an old woman who passed away in the neighborhood. it also shows the last movement, 5 dollars I received from a donation on paypal, I have received another 40 dollars but they won't show on my account at least for another 4-5 days.

and yes I used the donation money for college, here are the receipts, I covered some information for my own safety, you can see how the amounts are the same because that was paid, I got the payment receipt on august 14th, that covers august and september. the rest of the donation money was used to buy food and bus tickets in those two months, I really appreciate everyone who donated cause you all kept me alive for more than 2 months.

and this is why I keep asking for help, because I don't want my grandpa to be sad, hungry or in pain in his last days, that´s why I can't get a job and G-d knows I want one and need one, I don't want them to die alone, I´m a very good worker, I cleaned houses, sold clothes on the street, cleaned the poop of cows, cleaned stables, washed the clothes of other people, worked in construction, I'll do anything, clean anything, just can't right now and I have to pay my college tuition. they keep sending me emails about giving me a last chance at paying $1840 for january and also the same amount for february, etc. so yeah I think this is about it, ofc I don't want people to think I'm a scam cause I really need the help and I feel ashamed to ask for help but I feel like I won't make it out alone. thank you for reading, might delete some pics cause I also feel weird about posting my grandparents, their house and my uni things but I understand if some people need to see that to believe me and donate.

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 10 Nick x Charlie fics I’ve read (Oct 2024)

the 8-minute spark that never dies by steelknuckles [G]

Nick leans on Tao when Charlie is away.

a soft place to land by ace_astronaut [T]

“I just didn’t think being on my own would be this hard,” he sobbed. At this, every part of Sarah wanted to reach through the screen, brush the tears from his feverish cheeks, and whisper, you’re not on your own. But she couldn’t. So instead, she simply stayed on the phone with him, two-hundred miles away, and reminded him, over and over again, to breathe. When Nick’s first rodeo with freshers’ flu hits worse than anticipated, Sarah summons him back home to recharge.

all the flags are red by peaceoutofthepieces [G]

Meet me in the art room? Mr Ajayi gave me a funny look when I came in but then he gave me this super knowing smile and said ‘clean up your crumbs and tell Charlie I said hello’, so I think it’s okay lol Charlie smiles, and feels the flutter of butterflies in his stomach, and ignores Tao’s complaints as he recollects his things and heads back into the school. He thinks nothing of it, other than precious alone time with his boyfriend. Then it happens the next day. And the next. And the next. And Charlie thinks this doesn’t mean we’re friends and we don’t really have chats like that and I’m worried that even though it’s his choice, Nick might feel…abandoned, and he starts to worry.

Dear Charlie, for when… by erinthelibrarian [T]

In 'Once Upon a Meddling Christmas' (the final oneshot in my 'Our Favourite Meddling Gays' series) Nick gifted Charlie 40 letters as his Christmas present. The first to be read the day Nick returns to Leeds in January. Then he could choose a letter to read each week. Right up until Charlie hopefully joins him up there in October. These are those letters…

find me (here in your arms) by thirteenick [T]

Nick goes to visit Charlie at uni for the first time. Fluff happens, because they are Nick and Charlie, afterall.

It's you (I'm in love with) by heartsocold [G]

“I–please don’t leave me,” Nick begs and Charlie blinks at him in shock as the words register. “Leave–Nick, no, never! I would never, ever, leave you, sweetheart. Where is this coming from?” “The wedding’s off. Tara and Darcy broke things off and—” Nick cut himself off with another sob and Charlie’s heart aches. Or: the one where all their friends have broken up and Nick's struggling with coping.

must be love by notmyfandoms [M]

“Well, Nelson, best find yourself another drink and perk up because we are about to play a classic game of Truth or Dare and no way in hell am I letting you escape this one!” Nick suddenly felt a cold beer bottle thrust into his hand, and he popped the top and took a swig in preparation of the game about to come. As is the case whenever you stick 18+ year old boys in a room together, the game got raunchy very quickly. or, Nick is hopelessly in love (and horny) for Charlie during a game of 'Truth or Dare.'

Now we’re saying goodbye, waving to the hard times (yeah, it’s gonna be alright) by SilverShadow1 [G]

“I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with the term ‘canon event’, but my two best friends Tara and Darcy were part of one in my life.” OR Nick delivers his wedding toast at Tara and Darcy's wedding

sweet as summer, bright as the sun by shadowquill17 [T]

Later that night, when the kids have gone to bed and there’s not a sound in the house except for the quiet talking of the adults in the kitchen, Nick turns to Charlie and kisses his shoulder. “Come take a dip with me?” he asks. “Now?” “Yeah. We can just be the two of us.” Charlie’s eyes glitter in the low light. “Okay.” Nick brings Charlie on his family holiday to Menorca.

Window by L56895 [T]

After the summer fair, and what comes next, Nick takes a moment to collect his thoughts.

[lovedreamer11]

Westeros couples with large age gaps

Okay, today I want to write about the age gap among Westeros couples. This will be a long post. I got this idea after seeing a post calling Daemon a pedophile for the hundredth time. I would understand if this was written by people who are concerned about Rhaenyra’s well-being, but no. The authors of such statements are most often green fans who don’t care about Rhaenyra and are looking for another reason to write nasty things about Daemon.

The sexual relationship between Daemon and Rhaenyra began when the princess was 15 and the prince 31. From a modern point of view, this is terrible, I admit. If I had a daughter, I would never have allowed her to have a relationship with such a big age difference when she was 15. But at that time, others were more embarrassed by the fact of an extramarital affair than by the fact of an extramarital affair. age difference. Rhaenyra was lucky in a way. I mean, before the war, Daemon was good to her. They spent a lot of time together, expensive gifts, compliments. Maesters love to discuss Daemon and Rhaenyra's relationship during the war, but before the war there was not a single mention of adultery in the ten years of marriage. Moreover, shortly before the war, Daemon and Rhaenyra conceived another child, and the entire time the princess was carrying Visenya, her husband was always nearby. And even at 49 years old, Daemon was still an attractive man.

Let's look at other couples.

Rhaenys and Corlys. The age difference between them is 21 years. Corlys is older than Rhaenys's father, Prince Aemon. But this did not bother anyone. The princess's grandfather himself, King Jaehaerys, approved of this marriage and stated that Rhaenys could not have chosen a better man. And Rhaenys was only 16 years old, while Corlys was 37 years old. She was his wife almost all her life. 39 years of marriage.

What do you think of the age difference between Corlys and the mother of his illegitimate sons? 44 years old. My grandfather was 44 when I was born. And it wasn’t even a one-night stand, since there were two children. The boys lived with their mother in the village, while Corlys did nothing for the boys' well-being over the years, as he was too afraid of his wife's reaction.

Next up are Princess Daella Targaryen and Lord Rodrik Arryn, who are 21 years apart in age. I admit, I don't feel any animosity towards this couple. After all, thanks to them, Aemma Arryn was born, and after Rhaenyra Targaryen. But there are some points that confuse me. First, the reasons why Daella chose Lord Arryn is that he reminds her of her father. The second thing is that, according to Alysanne, Rodrik loved the princess for many years and did not hide it. I'm sorry, many years? Daella was 16 when the wedding took place. How old was Daella when a thirty-year-old man and father of four children liked her? There's an even better question. If Alysanne knew that the councilman was in love with her daughter, who was younger than his own eldest daughter, then why didn't she do anything?

What will people say about Lady Baela Targaryen and Thaddeus Rowan, who was 40 years older than the girl? Here is his description.

"Lord Rowan is forty years my senior, bald as a stone, with a belly that weighs more than I do."

Every girl's dream, isn't it? Fortunately, Baela was able to avoid such a marriage, but Floris Baratheon was not so lucky. Thaddeus was 42 years older than the girl, and Floris herself got married at 14. To make matters worse, a few years later the poor girl died during childbirth.

What about between the engagement between Princess Viserra Targaryen and Lord Theomore Manderly, who was 30-40 years older than the bride? To make matters worse, he outlived four of his wives and had several heirs. Viserra would be doomed to spend the rest of her life in a foreign land, with an old and ugly husband, and her children, if they were born, would not receive any inheritance. I just can’t believe that such a marriage was arranged for a girl by her own mother.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen (daughter of Aegon the Unworthy) at the age of 15 married Prince Maron Martell, who was 14-25 years older than her. The marriage was an arranged one and, according to GRRM, Daenerys herself was in love with her illegitimate brother Daemon Blackfire. But at least it seems that Maron was kind to his wife, and Daenerys herself became the wife of the Prince of Dorne. I would like to believe that Daenerys was able to find happiness in this marriage.

Lysa Tully was born between 266 and 268. Her first husband, Jon Arryn, was born between 218 and 220. The age difference between them is almost fifty years. Jon was old enough to be a father to Hoster Tully, Lysa's father. I have never felt love for Lysa Arryn, but I feel sorry for her. She was unhappy almost all her life, and due to her past abortion, she was unable to become a mother for a long time. Jon was kind to wife and their marriage gave Lysa power over the Valley, but still the power did not make Lysa happy.

Daenerys Targaryen and Khal Drogo. Their age difference is somewhere between 15-20 years. GOT tried to romanticize this couple, but I don’t see romance. I apologize to the fans of this couple. But Dany is a real victim of Stockholm syndrome. I really feel sorry for fourteen-year-old Daenerys, who convinced herself that there was great love between her and Drogo.

Lord Walder Frey and his eighth wife Lady Joyeuse Erenford. Attention, the age difference between them is 74 years! Walder is an old and rude old man who has more than ten heirs. The poor girl will just waste her youth on her husband and be unhappy all her life.

Larra Rogare and Prince Viserys Targaryen. Their age difference is only seven years. Not as much as previous couples. Everything would not be so bad if Viserys was 16 years old and Larra 23, but no. When the couple got married, the prince was only 12 years old, and at 13 he became a father. This is normal?!

The next couple will surprise everyone. This is Maegor Targaryen and Ceryse Hightower, who was 10 years older than her husband. Then again, if Maegor was 16 and Ceryse was 26, everything would be fine. But Maegor was only thirteen. At that time, he had not yet become a murderer of relatives and a usurper, he was a child. Problematic, but still a child. I blame Aegon and Visenya for allowing their son to marry so early rather than wait at least two or three more years.

The point is that in Westeros marriages with large age differences constantly occurred. This is truly terrible. Some were able to find happiness in their marriage, some avoided it, some remained unhappy for the rest of their lives. This post may seem chaotic to some, but don't judge me. I got sick a little bit.

[madsmilfelsen]

Hello! I'm really curious, what books/authors would you recommend to someone who's new to writing horror?

Hi! Here is what I have on hand (minus my loaned out copies of my favorite book ever Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones and Never Whistle At Night: an indigenous anthology of dark fiction which made me cry on an airplane and made the person next to me very uncomfortable, like she was just trying to build a cart at banana republic, apologies to seat 17B)

God’s Cruel Joke Lit Mag because I’m in them and will be in issue 4, too :) published either mid-January or February 2024– @labyrinthphanlivingafacade is in issue 3 with a great short story that I won’t spoil ***right now the magazines are available to purchase in physical copies but I was told all issues will be free to download as pdfs pretty soon!

Severance by Ling Ma (body horror but not in the way you think, the real horror is repetition and loneliness)

Wilder Girls by Rory Power (body horror)

The Female of the Species by Mindy McGinnis (adjacent the horror genre but a hell of a read)

ANYTHING BY STEPHAN GRAHAM JONES ANYTHING

We Have Always Lived in a Castle by Shirely Jackson (I read this for the first time last spring boy howdy, I also included The Lottery for its suspense)

Dean Koontz because my husband suggested it for the list— this was just the first title I grabbed, I think he said Patrician Crowell too but I was busy looking for Mongrels

A Good and Happy Child by Justin Evans (I didn’t finish this because depression set in shortly after I started but the first chapter plays with second pov which I really liked, I’m determined to read it this year)

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn (I really enjoyed HBO’s adaptation)

The Girl With All The Gifts by M.R. Carey (likely the only zombie stories that made me weep uncontrollably)

Girls & Sex by Peggy Orenstein (non-fiction: explores modern young women navigating sexuality and because I have a thing for loss of autonomy— it’s been a few years since I read it but there is discussion of sexual assault, but I appreciate the expanse of her research and even included a conversation with someone who is asexual)

Black Leopard Red Wolf by Marlon James (got a chill just typing this out— the audio book is exquisite)

You’ll notice some nonfiction because, as a historian undergrad, nothing scares me more than man. The battles of Leningrad and Stalingrad are particularly stomach churning. America’s Reconstruction Era is full of acted out malice and under taught in my opinion.

An Indigenous People’s History of the United States by Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz

The 900 Days, The Siege of Leningrad by Harrison E. Salisbury

Enemy at the Gates by William Craig

(On the other side of WW2 I have a book of the experiences of German solider’s left over from a paper I wrote on the inadequacy of Nazi uniforms and how it expedited their failure in Russia, Frontsoldaten by Stephen G. Fritz)

Stony the Road by Henry Louis Gates, Jr (one of my favorite authors, try finding “How Reconstruction Still Shapes American Racism” Time Magazine, April 2, 2019, I used it as a source for a paper on the history of voting rights)

Bloodstoppers and Bearwalkers— folk tales of Canadians, Lumberjacks & Indians by Richard M. Dorson (published around 1952 but content collected from the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in the 40’s)

Raven Tells Stories: An Anthology of Alaskan Native Writing (I’m Alutiiq and the museum on Kodiak has a lot of stories recorded under Alutiiq Museum Podcast— my kids and I listen on Spotify)

I think the genre of horror is really mastering tension and playing on peoples fears which is why I included old school folk stories (An Underground Education had a great write up on the Grimm Brothers and the original fairy tales from around the world such as the Chinese and Egyptian Cinderella, as well as several different sections of funny tales, torture techniques, absolute weirdos etc etc) in this vein of thought The Uses of Enchanment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales by Bruno Bettelheim could prove to be useful

If you’re writing a character with Bad Parents— Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents and Toxic Parents (it has a longer subtitle but I don’t see my copy anywhere) might be able to help you shape character traits

I reached out to @littleredwritingcat who has a mind plentiful in sources who recommended

The Gathering Dark: an anthology of folk horror (I will be picking this one up asap)

Toll by Cherie Priest (southern gothic)

Anything by Jennifer MacMahon

The Elementals by Michael McDowell

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Saturday, April 20th

Wesley: *What* are you doing!?! This book is twelve centuries old! Harmony: Okay. So it's not like I messed up a new one.

~~Disharmony~~

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Angel kisses Cordy back in Parting Gifts and it changes everything by vampandvisiongirl (not rated)

[Chaptered Fiction]

With Arms Wide Open, Chapter 32 by jaybird023 (Buffy/Giles, E)

Thirty-ish Days (and Thirty-ish Years), Chapter 27 by Dynapink (Buffy/Giles, T)

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Raven, Chapter 12 by sparrow2000 (Xander & Spike, G)

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Object of Affection, Chapter 2 by felixsfishnets (Xander/Spike, E)

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Afterburn: In The Dark, Chapter 2 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

What Love Looks Like, Chapter 2 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, R)

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[fellamarsh]

WIP Reintro: Taker of the Third Path

The spiral spins away in the same movement that it turns back.

Directed by the voice on the wind he calls god, traveling hedgewitch Linmiru settles in an abandoned inn at an old crossroads to watch for the next person to follow the overgrown "third path". Ton's prophecy is deceptively simple: the fate of the world rests on Lin meeting the taker. But as the months drag on with this mysterious individual nowhere in sight, Lin begins to form a connection with one of the inn's guests that leaves him questioning his devotion to destiny... And when the taker finally does arrive, Linmiru must face the realization that nothing at the old crossroads has been as it seems.

Details

Genre: Original world adult fantasy, M/M romance + erotica, prophecy/quest narrative

Expected wordcount: 80-100k

Themes and motifs: grief, guilt and forgiveness, healing and redemption, circles and spirals, fate vs choice, names, ghosts, home, family, threads that connect vs threads that bind, journeys and return, stories, time loops, power

Major Characters

Linmiru Oddatma (he/him, human, 30ish) priest, hedgewitch, teacher, innkeeper, trick magic enthusiast, our MC

Gent (he/him, human, 30ish), frequent guest at the Siffsarta, apparent wanderer, refuses to give his real name, hates Lin on sight, dubious love interest, no magical ability

Rukne (he/him, faerie, tween) resident of E'Dedga, Lin's student, Hinno's best friend, at risk for "wild magic", grumpy

Hinno (he/him, faerie, tween) resident of E'Dedga, Lin's student, Rukne's best friend, normal magical development, sunshine

Olma (she/her, human, 70ish) wizard, merchant, frequent guest at the Siffsarta, weed grandma

Sahiln (she/her, faerie, 40s?) resident of E'Dedga, occupation is "keeper of the past", Rukne's heart mother, magic user

Bacsi (they/them, elf, 30s and 40s) priest of Ton, Lin's old teacher

Content warnings: "Off-screen" child and sexual abuse; self harm; attempted suicide; natural disasters; forced relocation; imperialist violence

Synopsis (below the cut):

Linmiru Oddatma has spent the last ten years wandering. In accordance with the agreement they made the day he cast off his childhood name, Lin trusts that Ton, the Windblown, god of things caught in the wind, will lead him to the people who most need his help. He fully intends to dedicate his life to this work. When he pictures his future, it is a spiral widening, taking him ever further from where he’s been before.

He never imagines that Ton will entrust him with a prophecy so powerful and profound that it will change the world.

Now Lin finds himself an innkeeper in the remote Kagognair Fastness, his wandering arrested by lonely days spent watching and waiting for the one who will next travel the overgrown third path outside his door. He does not know what will happen when they meet—but he does know that failing to do so carries deadly consequences.

Thankfully, he has a few distractions to help him pass his long days besides doing divinations to better understand Ton’s instructions. The faerie village of E'Dedga, situated in the adjacent valley, is more than eager to allow him to teach its cadre of magically gifted children. Lin is especially grateful to find Rukne, a boy increasingly alienated from his peers by his start-and-go magical development, among his students. The young faerie is exactly the type of person Lin longs to help the most. Rukne, more than anyone he's ever met, reminds him of the person he lost so long ago.

Naturally, Linmiru has visitors to the inn to entertain as well. His favorite is Olma, an aging wizard who spends her stays cracking jokes, smoking pipeweed, and regaling Lin with often raunchy stories from her youth. 

But not all of Linmiru’s guests are quite so delightful. In fact, his most regular visitor is anything but.

Linmiru confirmed the day he first met Gent that he is not the taker of the third path—just as he confirmed his wish that the man never come back. Quiet, impenetrable, and with a name that is not a name at all, Gent returns to the Siffsarta with disturbing frequency, much to Lin's dismay. Whenever he's not holed up in his room or glaring at him in hateful silence, Gent insults Lin’s religion and interrogates his reasons for running the inn. Lin can handle a bit of rudeness, but Gent’s presence sets him on edge. He seems to want something from Lin; what it is, he has no idea.

But the worst thing about Gent isn’t the fact that he might be dangerous. It’s that, despite all reason, Linmiru is attracted to him.

As the wheel of the seasons turns, Lin learns more about Gent, about the faeries, and about the Fastness—a place of deep magic with a long and ancient history. In contrast, he understands less and less about the coming prophecy. Ton's answers to his questions are vague, cryptic, or completely absent. Lin's frustration with his situation, with himself, and with his god only grows. He begins to feel—and Ton confirms—that there is something he's not quite seeing.

He doesn’t think Ton means Gent’s attraction to him, unnoticed by Lin until the instant before he first kissed him. Nor does he think Ton means the realization, deep into the nights he spends with Gent, that he is starting not to care about the prophecy. If he could get to the heart of what has brought Gent here, of what happened in his past, and help this man who is somehow more gentle with him than anyone has ever been, he wouldn't mind if the world as he knew it came to an end. Maybe then the dreams of his past that increasingly plague him would end, too.

As winter bears down—as Lin finds Rukne ostracized by the people of his village—as he learns the terrible meaning behind Gent's real name—as the past and the future run together, compressing into the present, Lin finds himself, at a critical moment, unable to move. The truth behind Ton’s prophecy is nothing like he ever expected.

If he doesn't want everything to end when he finally confronts the taker of the third path, Linmiru will have to be like a spiral, and turn away in the same movement that he turns back.

[bombshelllblonde]

heyyyyyy im backkk!!!!!!!

invading ur ask box again lol, sorry!!!!!!

this might start being a thing

ANYWYAS

i totally forgot to mention last time hiw muvh i love lenny, mary-beth and hosea and tilly and MOLLY O SHEA omg

the drinking mission w lenny is one of my favorites, and I LOVE PLAYING DOMINOES W TILLY MY GIRL SHE IS THE BEST

AND SADIE I LOVE HER SM

Like yea gurl!!!!! kill the o driscolls!! kill them all!! avenge ur pookie!!! rahhh!!!

Mary-beth and kieran are my blorbs. my pookies. my babbygirls. my schmookums

molly o'shea that woman that she is i love her so so so much

i feel so bad for her tho w her fights w dutch :(

speaking of dutch, idk i have like a neutral (slightly negative) view of him???

i dislike how he treats molly, and w how he treats mary-beth?? (inst dutch also like 40-50 and mary-beth like 20-smth? idk im probably rlly biased in this lol)

ALSO another reason dutch be chosing Micah the rat over what is his basically adopted son??

im definitely biased in this but wtv lmao

but he hasnt really done much so i dont hate him, but i dont like him either

moving on, do yk if theres any way to explore blackwater + south of it while playing as arthur? i wanna get all the dinosaur bones and legendary animals !!

i replayed the 'americans at rest' mission, yk w bill (i think) javier and charles at the bar (towards the beginning of the game)

its so fucking funny i cannot

arthur walks in, uses his amazing charmer skills (LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER) and then bill runs in, punches a guy therefore starting a bar fight, HERE COME CHARLES WITH THE STEEL CHAIR, arthur gets his ass kicked and then kicks ass and nearly beats the guy half to death

yk when jack grows up and tells epople abt his dear ol uncle arthur that uncle lore drop boutta be CRAZYYYY

did i mention charles throwing a chair? its my favorite part could you tell

i have a pretty neutral view of john marston ig, i kinda hope he steps up and gets the stick outta his ass, starts being a father to jack or smth but im trying not to get my hopes up lmao

thats it for now!!!! hope u have a nice day!!!!

(thanks for responding to these btw! lmk if im bothering u tho, ty for letting me ramble abt my hyperfixation lmao)

okay lsitennnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn rdr2 has been mt hyper fixation since July of 2022 when my brother in law gave me his old ps4 and the game and i don’t think ive shut up about it since i started playing. My entire personality is rdr2. And my current outlet/therapy is writing my rdr2 fanfiction

it’s gotten to the point where my family has literally started buying me cowboy/outlaw stuff. when I was a teenager i loved owls so everyone got me owl things. now im obsessed with cowboys at 26 years old and every gift I receive has something to do with outlaws

My sister got me a cameo of Roger Clark talking to me as Arthur for my 25th bday and literally nothing has ever topped that. It was the most amazing gift ever and now I have a video of Arthur Morgan saying my name and talking to me about my horses!!!! It’s so amazing I watch it all the time

unfortunately there isn’t any way to explore blackwater as Arthur unless you get like mods or something. the AI immediately roll up and the bounty hunters shoot him dead if you try to get into west Elizabeth

do you know how to play dominoes??? Literally ive only ever played 5 finger fillet in that game because i cant fucking play dominoes or poker bc i don’t know how

also Tilly is amazing just wait until later in the game. there’s a mission that really solidified the love i have for Arthur being the protective older brother

Dutch is sooooo complex and i think that’s why i love him so much. i won’t get too deep into my feels for him just yet bc i want you to keep going without me saying anything but once you get farther into the game we can talk about him!!!

Hosea and Dutch are literally my gay fathers. I love them so much. Their love for each other literally makes my tummy flip I love it so so so much

Also I’d let Charles hit me with a chair too, tbh. Love of my life

I never disliked Molly but I didn’t like her either, I think she’s just too much of a loud mouth. Felt like to me she could have not been in the game and it wouldn’t have changed much. Idk

And John’s complexity we can talk about after you progress a lil further. I honestly don’t want to spoil anything or give it away unless you don’t care about spoilers. But I’m just gonna stay quiet until you let me know 😂😂😂😂

[plasticfangtastic]

Carnivorous Lamb Ch. 3

A Homelander x M! OC fanfic

A/N: this chapter has the spicy scene which is very dub-con so plz read at your own risk, previous 2 chapters can be found in my pin post.

Tags: R18, dub-con, Homelander being Homelander, top HL, age gap (HL mid 20's, OC in his 40's), DILF, priest kink, slow burn, moral degradation, HL is a tad ooc as he's a younger lad.

Chapter Three

Deep Winter

His penthouse was warm,  somebody had already come and decorated the room to match the holiday season– not that he felt jolly in the least. 

The days grew longer and the meetings and photoshoots blurred into each other, all he could note was the changing numbers on the calendar, his mind remained fixated on those sunken eyes that for once had color in them, thinking of going back and apologize for snooping, he thought of a million presents he could get him, of donations he could give him, he even considered remodeling the entire church if that was enough to earn forgiveness– but he never did a thing.

As he laid in his bed that strange dream would come back again.

Just the picture of Amarello fucking himself on the altar, while Homelander watched unable to move, he watched the wretched scene with pools of spit in his mouth, watched him as he got rougher with himself, tugging at his swollen cock, and staining his shirt with flicks of clear pre-cum, watching as the toy streched his cunt and dissapeared inside him.

He would always wake up the moment the man returned his gaze, before he would utter anything towards him.

His cock aching and his hand moving before he could feel any guilt.

He was a handsome man… wasted on the cloth… he was too good for the old bats to gawk at, he was too kind and gentle for them– he was his friend, and it pained him to act like this.

He shouldn’t want to fuck his friends.

He doesn’t want to fuck Noir… and Noir is pretty too.

Edgar was pretty too and he didn’t want to fuck him either.

He thought that one young nurse was pretty too and they took him away when he made the comment too, but that guy was pretty. Looking back he still thought he was beyond just pretty… pretty enough that even his tween brain noticed.

Even Mr. Marathon was pretty too but he didn’t want to fuck him... maybe.

So why did he want to fuck Amarello? Why did the thought of ripping those clothes and exposing him to himself turned him on so much? Why did he yearn for his fingers to scratch through his scalp? Why was he jerking off to the memory of his voice calling out to him.

For where the dream never showed him the next part his imagination certainly did– he would throw the toy, hold his hips in place and slam himself into him, plunging as deep as he could, let the man fuck himself for a few moments as he stood torturously still before returning the favour, his teeth biting on his neck as he panted and moaned his name, as the man clung to his shoulder– Homelander would cum over and over inside of him, filling him up until his own scent comes out of his pores.

So he didn’t go.

Afraid that this perverse desire would eat at him, threatening what little they had that he could salvage.

As the parties took place all around the building and the city, as people waved goodbye to the old year, as he watched the couples on the buildings below make out into the early mornings of the new year… he flew.

Mindlessly at first.

Realizing he wanted to catch a glimpse of him, to know he was still there.

The garden looked just as frosty as he had left it, even under the new greenhouses lids that Homelander had gifted him before the incident, surprised he had set them up without him.

A deep rich white covered the whole world, the church just sticking out as the snow rained quietly.

There he was in front of the TV asleep, a heater pointing at him and his blanket falling off his side– he would get sick, he thought.

So that was his excuse to come inside, to watch him sleep as the orange glow illuminated his features, he looked around the home. An empty bottle of good wine sat on the table but only 1 plastic cup was on the floor next to him– that box still in the closet.

He gulped as he caught sight of the contents yet again.

Knowing it wasn’t just a bitter wet dream made this much more difficult, his cock throbbing at the thought of the sleeping man mewling in his bed, of his legs splayed as he tried to reach deeper into himself, of his fingers lazily jerking his virgin cock.

He lifted the blanket off the ground, putting it carefully over him, watching him nuzzle a throw pillow as he felt the weight of the quilt press against him, thinking of how nice he had been to him, how nice his name sounded out of him.

He wanted to wake him up and ask for forgiveness.

He wanted to cry into his lap and beg him if that meant he could keep him for longer.

If that was the only way he could have his company, if he could still be around him.

“John…?”

He looked up thinking his name had come from the static.

Sleepy eyes watching groggily, rolling in discomfort to face him as best as he could, his gaze half awake, as he spotted blond locks coming undone.

His hand explored the floor until it found smudge lenses, Homelander had had plenty of time to leave but he didn’t… unsure as to why… worried about why his heart was racing so much.

“What…? What are you doing here?” He was frightened by the fact he wasn’t scared at all, all the wine still in his system, he supposed, so all he could do was lean on his elbows to try to look composed– something’s wrong?”

His feet moved on their own, sitting on the couch beside him as the man propped himself completely back up.

“Your shoulders are covered in snow… oh dear boy were you out there in the snow?” He said with genuine concern, sounding so kind and worried, his face twisting as it caught sight of melted snow– "You must be freezing!”

“Sorry… Father… I… I dunno why… why am here… am not cold… not really… its new years... h-hap…” he mumbled.

It must be a dream. It had to be a dream– the older man thought.

“Happy new years… hope you had a pleasant Christmas too…” Father Amarello said softly, cutting him off swiftly, his voice warmer than the space heater pointing at them.

“I didn’t… not really…”

“Did Voguelbaum stood you up again?” He scratched his eyes now coming to terms that this wasn’t a dream– is it something bad?”

“You don’t hate me?” His voice was pained and shrill.

He stared at the young man and how little he could see of those blue eyes in this dark room.

“Why would I? Unless you mean about that– I’m sorry I scared you… you must’ve found me disgusting.”

“No! I… I don’t! I don’t care y-y-you like men… I… I was surprised you did…” He said loudly but nervous all the same.

“I’m still made of flesh.”

He looked around for the remote, turning the tv off leaving only the light of the heater to illuminate their silhouettes, he didn’t want to see the young man’s face, much less his own, anymore.

“I always had… even when I felt the calling… it didn’t change anything but it’s not something most of my peers or my flock would approve off…”

“Because it is not natural?”

“It’s quite presumptuous for men to think God can make mistakes…” he said with mild annoyance– humans are silly… I Imagine Supes are silly like that too.”

Homelander would disagree but he dare not to, he dare not recite Voguelbaum and the other teacher’s words to this man. For their opinions began to mean very little while his still had weight to them.

“You ever been with a man?” He said nervously.

“Only in my head, I suppose…” he blushed– I’m surprised you came back at all… though you hated me.”

Homelander tilted his head trying to catch more of his features, to read him closer as he saw a hint of color on his ears.

“Who?”

“Huh?”

“Who are you thinking of?”

“I’m not following.”

“Whose the guy you’re fucking in your head.”

The tone took him by surprise, unsure if his eyes blinked red for a second, regretting cutting the only real source of light for now he was wondering if it had been a good idea.

“None of your business.” He said firmly– don’t think you can ask me things like that John, is not proper.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“Is just not!” He moved away from him– I’m glad you came back but… I think whatever is going on with you today… we can talk about it later… I’m tired John… I want to go back to sleep.”

“You’re mad at me.”

“It's three in the morning, am hungover and you want to know about my masturbation habits after disappearing on me for a month… am confused.”

“I jerk off thinking of you.”

His guts twisted as he heard him, Amarello toes curled, feeling the weight change on his couch as he fell back.

Will O'wisp came after him, leaning closer… he shrunk under him, unable to see anything but the flames in his once blue eyes– he was divine… divine like god’s wrath.

An otherworldly being disguised as one of his kin.

For once he understood he should’ve always been afraid of him just a bit.

“I didn’t know if I could come back… if you hated me…” Homelander spoke, his voice pained yet his eyes frightening.

“I don’t hate you…"

“Then why are you scared? I can smell it on you.” he whispers.

“I don’t know what you’re doing…” His body it's covered in goosebumps, as the padded knee presses between his legs.

“Is this not what those pretty men in your head do? Or do they take you out on extravagant dinners and fuck you in the Carlton?”

Amarello squirmed as his gloved hand dug under his jumper, his hands tugging at the steel arm but finding it wouldn’t move.

“Are they soft with you? Treat you like a princess… are they rough with you or do you fuck them instead?”

“John… please… stop…” he winced as he felt his slittering touch.

“You asked me to find that box on purpose, no?” Homelander whispered into his ear– you wanted me to find it… to see who you really are… telling me you never fucked a single twink in your life as if I would believe you. With this face and body of yours not a single farm boy has bent over for you?”

He moaned as his hand squeezed at his nipple, Homelander could see him so clearly, his body fit for his age, meaty where it needed to be, he squeezed at his breast regretting not taking his glove off to feel his hairy chest.

“Of course not! Now get off!!” he shouted, pushing him to no avail.

“So no man has ever made you his woman and you’ve never learned real pleasure… I am glad… am glad, father.”

Amarello could only shiver as the man took his fangs pressing them on his jugular, the little lost lamb had been something else entirely.

“Please John… ” he pleaded, feeling his tongue lick the thin skin of his neck.

“This is your fault… you invaded my mind with these thoughts of you… all you’ve done was to seduce me, no? Coming inside my dreams to tease me you perverted old man… all you did was to get me inside of you… to get me to breed you like you’ve always yearned for.”

He licked his skin, feeling his clothes ripped off, only gasping as the cold prickled his naked self, Amarello tried pushing him but the boy didn’t care, kissing his neck leaving a collar where only God could cover it, grinding against him as he adjusted the older man under him.

“I’ll fuck you real good… make you see God.” He growled against his skin, freeing his own cock, he whined as it touched his lover’s fresh bareness– I’ll make it so that toy does nothing for you, father.”

Ripping his glove off with a bite, his hand travels downwards, nails almost slicing at the tender skin, lifting the man’s leg the best he could, a hand trying to stop his fingers, jumping away from him as he takes his cock giving a few pumps.

His cock was instantly erect under the firm grip of the younger blond, Amarello mind was turning fuzzy, his body had never been touched like this, never before had his cock felt the softness of another’s hand, wiggling trying to get away from him but the lamb wouldn’t let him get anywhere, he cried as his body betrayed him, not knowing what to say to do to get the young man to listen to reason.

To stop the pleasure.

He shouldn’t feel any pleasure… this was wrong… it frightened him.

Wanting to cry and die as he pressed their cocks together, jerking the wet tips as it gushed around his skilled fingers, the squelching sounds of their mixing precum lubing their shaft was driving Homelander mad.

Amarello panted, trembling underneath him yet his hips buck following the rough motions of the younger man’s hand, aching for more friction, aching for that burn that felt too good to be normal, better than his hand could ever provide.

The boy was bigger than his toy, he was just as big as those men in the magazines, bigger than the men he fantasized in the past, so hot he was afraid it would burn him, afraid it would hurt him more… frightened by how much his stomach burn with anticipation and curiosity, wanting to know if it would happen… if this boy would make him his bitch like the men in his head always did, but this was scary, this wasn’t that same sweet boy… whose pretty face could make flowers bloom.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been doing this with him, all he knows it's that he’s somehow in his bed writhing under him, the pain it's nothing but a buzz replaced with something too close to the divine, as the boy kisses him, as their tongues mingled and that everytime he resist he gets rougher, spouting taunts, all he knows is that if he’s gives him sweetness the boy calm downs, Homelander slowed down the moment he started kissing him, he takes his time with every thrust, holding him delicately.

Taking him as if he remembered he was dealing with a virgin.

He doesn't know when he made it to the bed, only that Homelander makes it all go so painfully slow and quick at the same time.

His body covered in sores and love bites, his stomach so full and hot.

“Don’t leave me…”

Amarello looks at him, at the tears in his eyes, the boy kissing him until their jaws are aching, as his hips fill him, keeping it all inside not wanting to dirty the sheet with anything but sweat and love.

“You won’t leave me now… you’re mine now…” that's all he wants to say until he dies.

John wakes up from his trance, the voice so far away, he knows he’s mocking him, wanting him to get rid of this problem already, all he can do its look at the man spasing under him, at his bruised lips, at the handprints on his hips and thighs, at the bites on his torso under his torn jumper.

Is this why he took over…? he thought in a panic.

“I can’t… I can’t be normal can I?” He asked somebody who wasn’t in the room.

“... I’m sorry… it… it's my fault.”

His arms reach for the blond, pulling him close, keeping him where he can’t see him, wanting to stroke his head to soothe him.

“I never meant to confuse you, my son.”

He whispered.

Looking… never pleased with just looking, this is how he ended up like this, always wanting more, he should’ve kept his desires at bay and pray them away but he indulged again, this poor boy who was a gift from God now confused and dirty.

He must’ve wanted to seduce him, that’s why he never pushed his hands, that’s why he laughed at his bad jokes, that’s why he never turned him away, that’s why he was so happy to see him.

“I’m so sorry… father… please forgive me.” He whimpered sobbing into his shoulder.

Pure like snow.

Now Homelander looked so dirty covered in him.