#mychewtoy

With the power of mods to give him his correct age, freckles and burn scars, thanks to @the-archons-moustache 🫶 , and now some scruff, Favian has achieved his final dilf form.

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Story Snippets

(Thanks @wholesomevampire!) My brain is a college AU now, so here's part of Chapter 3 <3

Thanksgiving break—well, American Thanksgiving, at least—was a mixed bag. Elizabeth and Teyla fed Rodney a nice dinner and sent him home with leftovers, but the entire time, the words ‘I had sex with John Sheppard but he fled the scene and I don’t understand what I did wrong’ sat on the tip of his tongue like poison. Teyla and Elizabeth kept exchanging worried glances, and as Elizabeth hugged him goodbye, she whispered, “Please tell us soon.”

Rodney nodded, but it felt like a lie.

Monday, for the first time all semester, John wasn’t there. Neither was Rodney’s snack. When Rodney walked into class on Wednesday to find three tins of mixed nuts, four tiger’s milk bars, a large bag of beef jerky, and the most beautiful apple that had ever been grown on his desk, and John up in the back row in self-imposed exile, everything clicked. Rodney stood and stared at the food, the realization feeling like a punch in the sternum. Finally sinking into his chair, he felt like he might vomit. John? John?

Class flew by, and John breezed past and left his paper in the tray without a word.

The food, all semester long, had been from John.

Once everyone else was gone, Elizabeth perched on his desk. Rodney finally looked up from the pile of food.

She was smiling sadly. “So I guess you finally figured it out?”

“You knew?” He knew he sounded betrayed, knew it wasn’t fair to Elizabeth, but he couldn’t help it. “You knew it was all from him?”

“It wasn’t my secret to tell, Rodney.”

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