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[corrupteddad]

The holy trinity

Incest - age play - DDlg

[purplecatdad]

Teeth, Blood & Misery

Inspired by this wonderful comic!

| Silco/Vander | General Audience | Silco Found the Letter AU | AO3 | Drabble |

Silco & Vander would like to be close again … but the trauma won't let go of Silco that easily.

Silco couldn’t forgive.

He missed the way he could lean into him and feel safe. It was different now. They were different now. 

A smile. An understanding. He wanted him close.

Vander leaned in, a hand on his neck, lips on lips. He wanted this but PAIN AND DREAD AND NO AIR. He had to fight and TEETH AND BLOOD AND MISERY. He pulled back but Vander caught him. Warm. Soft. Gentle. Vander. 

„It‘s okay", Vander said as Silco tasted his blood. He shook with the terrors of the past, holding onto the other for safety. 

He had to forgive. 

[maxs-newdad]

The Curious Case of Mr. Honey Nuts

A little bit of Max angst for my own torture as well as the reading pleasure of anyone who wants it. Based on a head canon involving Max, Mr. Honey Nuts, and his parents. My first shot at writing for this fandom, so yikes.

 Morally mandatory warning for child neglect.

“Where is he?” Max paced the tent, throwing Neil out of the way. “He was under my pillow for literally this reason!” 

“What do you mean, Max? Who were you ... keeping under your pillow?” Neil was straddling the line between worried and just irritated as he watched his roommate tear the place apart.

“You wouldn’t understand! Just get the fuck out and let me look!” Max rolled his eyes, as though there was any playing it cool this far into the situation.

“What’re you - is this about that stupid teddy bear?” Max’s head snapped up. 

“Do you know where he - it is?”

Neil nodded, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, I mean, Nurf took that thing like an hour ago. Where’ve you been?”

“Shit! I gotta get him!” Max was halfway out of the tent before Neil caught his arm.

“Max, just make it easier on yourself and let it go,” Neil sighed. “If you go after it, it’ll be just like last time you were caught with it. It’s just a dumb bear!” 

Max pushed his roommate away, running to Nurf’s tent as though he hadn’t heard a word the other boy said.

Neil chased after the ten year old as he took off, fast for how small he was. They arrived at Nurf’s tent quickly and the little fireball was already storming in. 

“Where is he?!” Max roared. “I know you took him!”

“Oh, whatever do you mean, Max?” Nurf turned around, revealing the bear, dwarfed by his hands. “Is the little baby missing his teddy weddy beaw?”

Nurf held the toy over his head as Max lunged for it, laughing. 

“Give him back! I need him!” Max growled, jumping for his stolen friend. “C’mon Nurf, just fucking cough. Him. Up!”

“Max, come on!” Neil reached for Max, the boy shoving him off again to continue his quest. “You don’t need a stupid teddy bear!”

“Maybe you don’t,” Max grunted. “But I do. He’s there for me. Maybe you can entertain yourself when your parents leave, but he’s all I got!”

Nurf froze for a moment and Max realized he probably said something he shouldn’t have. Doing a complete 180, he slouched over and put his hands in his pockets. 

“Never fucking mind. Forget it or whatever. I’m just gonna go-”

“Wait, Max. What do you mean, ‘leave us alone’?” Neil asked, moving closer, Nurf dropped his hands and Max took the opportunity to rescue his hostage. “How often are you left alone?”

“Neil, I said forget it! I’ve got him back, it’s fine!” Max turned around. “I just.. didn’t know that part was bad too...”

Another attempt to leave thwarted, this time by Nurf standing in front of the door. 

“Max, just tell me, it’s fine. I’m just - just worried -” Neil was cut off by a yell.

“I don’t fucking need you to be worried, okay? I just want you to leave me alone!”

“I’m not even gonna tell anyone, Nurf won’t either, right Nurf?”

“Right!” Nurf nodded, saluting the other kid. 

“This is fucking ridicu-” Neil cut him off. 

“How. Fucking. Long, Max?”

“I dunno, a week or two a month or whatever. Just... just let me go!”

The two finally relented, allowing the kid to go to his camp, but a silent vow was made that day. Leave Mr. Honey Nuts alone.

And maybe, sometimes ... give Max a break.

“

[thouroghly-inconsequential]

So, sandersides shippers

What if Deciet is not Virgil’s ex? But Remus is. And Roman is so similar to Remus? But also so different? And Roman comes with everything Virgil loved about Remus? But he’s scared because if they’re so similar he’ll hurt him too? But Roman has kinda estranged himself from Remus? And he didn’t know how toxic his brother had become? And Roman thought Virgil broke Remus’ heart? But it was the other way around? And the only way to get out of the toxic relationship was to go to the light sides? But he couldn’t tell them why? Because he was too afraid? And slowly as Roman realised how bad his brother has gotten, and how Virgil was not at fault, he falls for him? what if during accepting anxiety, while in the dark sides area he visits Remus? And sees what he has become? And he understands? And he tries to keep Remus in the subconscious? To protect everyone? But Deciet is lonely, and has to travel there to find his only remaining friend? Like he was trying to get close to Roman? So he could find Remus? But the subconscious made him crazier, and Thomas is the only person that can help him? Because the only way to get better is to first help yourself? And this started off as a quick cute prinxiety angst? But now it’s a fully fledged fic idea? That I really want to right?

[corrupteddad]

Intro Post

Time for a new one of these I guess

50s straight white married man. Old enough to be your gross dad, perverted uncle, or horny older brother.

Mostly just reblogging things I find sexy or hot.

I've been on Tumblr a very long time, since 2010. Been nuked more times than I can count and I keep coming back.

Follow if you're over the age of 18 only, no minors allowed!

No blank blogs, no ages listed, M*GA and Tr*mp supporters, racists, sexists, homophobes, fascists, etc! Don't bother following, I will block you very fast!

Kinks

Incest, age gap, age play (sometimes dark) lactation, soft cnc, free use, Dd/lg, more I'm not thinking of right now but will add to this list later.

Feel free to message, but be warned, I'm not the best at it anymore.

Edited to add:

You might notice a subtle shift on here to more inc3st, ddlg, and age play (especially darker age play) reblogs. If that's not your thing, please unfollow me. I'd rather us both not be uncomfortable and I don't need you being weird about fantasy role play stories.

[corrupteddad]

Sorry everyone, I just haven't been feeling it the last few days and haven't felt the need to keep up with things on here. I'll definitely be back, hopefully soon. Feel free to message if you'd like, especially mutuals. Hope you all are doing well! 💜

[corrupteddad]

You might notice a subtle shift on here to more inc3st, ddlg, and age play (especially darker age play) reblogs. If that's not your thing, please unfollow me. I'd rather us both not be uncomfortable and I don't need you being weird about fantasy role play stories.

For those who choose to stay, I'm glad you're here and I hope you'll have fun with what I reblog.

[purplecatdad]

Prism of the Past and Future

Inspired by this wonderful piece of art by mtomauw | Jayce & Viktor (can be read shippy or gen) | General Audience | AU - another timeline | Viktor is a child | read it on AO3 |

Viktor was on his way to collect herbs for Singed. But there was somethign else hidden at the shore …

“Can you fetch me the herbs again, Viktor?” “Yes, of course.”

It was a long way, especially for a boy like Viktor. But Singed was too big to squeeze through the cracks, so he had to do it. They had to keep Rio alive. The secret shore was nestled between the cliffs at the edge of the Undercity. People didn’t come here, usually. But Viktor enjoyed the quiet.

He plucked some of the rare herbs out of the ground when he suddenly felt like he was being watched. Viktor looked around and saw it. A … structure. He frowned and carefully walked towards it. It looked almost … human. Almost like it was alive. Viktor hesitated, then he stretched out his hand and touched the rough surface. The face was broken in half, as if it was missing a part of itself, the colours changed depending on how the light hit the surface. He had never seen something as beautiful.

“Fascinating”, he whispered as he gently touched its face. There was a force pulling him towards it. For a second it felt like there were long forgotten memories rushing through his mind, creating a whirlwind of colours and emotions and taking his breath away. He pulled back again, and fell onto his butt, staring. What happened?

He took a few deep, calming breaths, then he grabbed his cane again, pulled himself up and rushed back to the crack that he slipped out of.

“Viktor.”

He heard the voice of a man call out for him, but when he turned around to look, there was still only the strange, lonely structure. For a moment he looked at it and felt a longing in his heart that he didn’t understand. As he turned away, he knew that he’d have to come back.