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Wicked Game (Terry Silver)

TW- bondage, sadism/masochism, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, denial, control, overstimulation, humiliation, gagging, power exchange/imbalance, allusions to objectification/human furniture, hurting oneself for another’s pleasure; reader is inexperienced/a virgin, age gap, sub drop.

Summary- Terry Silver takes an interest in one of his adult students; an innocent and inexperienced girl with an obvious crush on him. After they start a relationship, he invites her to explore her interests in power exchange and sadomasochism.

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It was thoroughly unusual to see the Cobra Kai dojo so quiet. Normally, as the most popular dojo in the Valley since the resurged interest in karate, the building hummed with activity from its large number of youth and adult students. But this afternoon, the only people in sight were a few members of what appeared to be a cleaning crew.

Thinking about it further, Y/N realized it made more sense- it was just the start of a new school year, so the younger students were probably busy acclimating to their classes and the adults with such children were just as busy taking care of them. The next tournament also wouldn’t take place for months. Y/N decided that she was thankful for the quiet, as she had begun to worry about the number of people who witnessed her frequenting Sensei Silver’s office and what they might start to think about why that was. Especially because, if their wondering led them to more scandalous lines of thinking, they wouldn’t be wrong.

She made her way past the cleaning crew, trying her best not to undo their progress on the floors as she made her way to the opposite end of the spacious main room, toward the entrance to a stairway. She knew this flight of stairs well, having traveled up the steps many times over the last few months- the dark grey corridor, dimly lit by cool fluorescent lights, would be an ominous and mysterious tunnel, did it not lead to the thrill of Terry Silver’s personal attention.

From the moment Y/N had joined the dojo’s adult class, Terry had taken a special interest in her training, engaging in what seemed to be more one-on-one teaching than he gave to his other students. He also took an interest in her personal life, asking about what she did outside of their classes and checking in with her anytime she seemed to be having an off day. And while Y/N kept it within her innermost thoughts, she wouldn’t lie to herself that she did enjoy the special attentiveness. While the chances of it leading anywhere were slim to none, she’d been pining for Silver from afar since the beginning.

It wasn’t just something, it was everything about him- the fact that he was so much older than her; learned, well-rounded and traveled and still able to move like he was in his prime. The long, soft-looking curls of hair in his unique, trademark ponytail and the frosty blue eyes that she could feel in her knees. The smallest bit of praise on her technique or obedience to his commands would give her butterflies for the rest of the day. It had all earned him a starring role in the imagery of her night and day-dreams.

As someone who had dated very few people in life thus far, let alone ever had sex, these dreams were ones she’d never had about anyone else and didn’t fully understand. While observing his demonstrations to the class of various moves, Y/N found herself imagining, even wishing for that carefully cultivated and controlled strength to be directed toward her. He seemed to relish the thought of inflicting pain on his enemies, and she found it exciting to imagine him experiencing that same relish because of her. But the idea that she might want someone to hurt her was totally foreign, and trying to sort out the feelings left her confused and disgusted. She didn’t know much about that sort of lifestyle, but she knew that it was generally frowned upon as gross and unnatural. Thus, rather than explore it deeper, she tucked the matter deep inside and tried not to analyze it, merely shyly enjoying the thrill.

As well as she believed herself to be hiding this array of conflicting feelings, Terry could see right through and, as a result, was taken with the need to possess and deflower her innocent, unsuspecting sweetness. The idea that this reserved, weak little thing had so obviously never been touched, or really romantically pursued by anyone before, but was head over heels for him, who at this point had seen and done it all, was downright intoxicating. Every time he caught her staring at him and she quickly looked away, cheeks flushed and hands fumbling, he felt drunk with power and arousal. Thankfully his gi was long enough to cover what she did to him until he could take care of it.

One evening's particularly challenging session of board breaking had left Y/N with a bloodied hand full of cuts and splinters. After the rest of the students filtered out of the building, post-attending to their own wounds, Sensei Silver took it upon himself to bandage her hand.

As they sat in closer proximity than ever before, her hand firmly clasped by his own in order to wrap it, she’d expressed how embarrassed and disappointed she was to have torn up her hand so badly without managing to break even a single board. Expecting a lecture from her strict teacher, she was shocked when he, while holding a steady, scrutinizing gaze, replied:

“I’m quite pleased with how hard you worked today. Board breaking doesn’t happen overnight; you have to toughen up your hand first.”

He emphasized his words with a light shake of her wrist as he finished his bandaging work. She managed a small, slightly comforted smile, but found herself unable to return the intense eye contact, glancing down at her knees.

“So, why did you do that?” he asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.

“What?” She stared, disoriented, noticing that he hadn’t yet let go of her hand even though he’d finished tending to it.

“If you didn’t realize that what you did today was part of strengthening your hand, then why did you push yourself to the point of bleeding? There were plenty of other students who knew the purpose of what they were doing and still didn’t push themselves that hard. Why?”

The only answer she could give didn’t entirely make sense to her, and yet she knew it was true nonetheless.

“I guess… I wanted to please you, Sensei, by trying as hard as I could. You always say that fear, pain, and defeat don’t exist in this dojo, and I would have felt like I was giving in to those things and letting you down if I didn’t keep going. I was just trying to do what you told me.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you willingly hurt yourself because you thought it would please me?”

She found herself increasingly distracted by his prolonged, firm grip on her hand, although she didn’t try to extricate herself. She reddened, dizziness and heat twinging and twisting in her stomach. It was such an odd way for him to describe it, and yet it wasn’t untrue.

“I… I guess you could say that… maybe. I don’t know…”

He backed off of the subject after that, not wanting to alienate her by pushing too far and too fast. She was going to require a delicate approach.

But over the following weeks he made it clear that he was just as interested in her as she was in him, and she came to the realization that dating him might not be as remote of a possibility as she’d thought. When he finally proposed the idea of going out, she was hesitant. Not only had her small number of previous partners never included someone so much older, who was so intense and intimidating and also an authority figure in her life, but she didn’t want to ruin the good thing she had going with her Cobra Kai lessons if things didn’t work out between them. But she had taken so few chances in her life, and she decided it would be stupid to pass the opportunity up just because she was scared. This was the dojo where fear did not exist, after all.

They ended up going out for dinner one evening soon after and having a wonderful time, and then one wonderful time quickly led to another and another. Though the time that had passed was short in comparison to how slow she usually moved, they were getting more serious with each other than anyone Y/N had ever dated. But, in addition, she noted that something felt off, like it was lying unaddressed, simmering below the surface.

One night, while at his place after the day’s karate class, Terry was eager to experiment by testing her reactions to the subject of mixing pain and pleasure once again.

As the two of them were making out on the sofa in his study, he dug his thumb into a bruise she’d incurred during a sparring session. She shocked herself when she groaned into the kiss, half in pain and half to express the strange way it warmed her stomach and made her throb. She glanced up at him in alarm and he smirked triumphantly.

“That feel good?” he asked, and she froze. “Like it felt good splitting your hand open on those boards?”

“No…” He quirked an eyebrow at her skeptically, knowingly, warning her to tell the truth. “Yes… I don’t know.” She squirmed as he remained unmoving, unblinking.

“It’s alright, you know. Everyone feels conflicted about it at first, but lots of people are aroused by pain, obedience, deferring control to someone else.” She opened her mouth but couldn’t force any words out. He continued. “Do you want to submit to me? Wouldn’t it feel good to be protected, and cared for in every conceivable way; for someone else to make the decisions? You seem to long for it, and I can provide it.”

“I-I don’t know how- what all is involved…”

“Well, I’m a teacher; I can teach you. If you’re curious, we can explore that side of yourself- together.” When she made no reply, he spoke to one of the fears he knew was gnawing at her. “No one but us would know. The risk is minimal- either you’ll realize it’s not the right fit for you, or you might feel more fulfilled than you ever have in your life.”

She couldn’t argue with his logic. And, so far, the chances she’d taken with Terry had paid off. What was another one?

“Sensei,” she uttered the title loudly enough for him to hear, but softly enough to not disturb him if he was working on something important.

“Y/N,” he immediately looked away up the contents of his desk to her before flicking his wrist to glance at his watch. “Good, you’re right on time.”

It was thirty minutes before the start of the evening’s karate class, as he’d requested a couple of days before. He wouldn’t say why but did assure her that nothing was wrong. From the way he’d acted when making the arrangement, she figured that it was another invitation to explore their new dynamic, in which case she was still extremely nervous, but in an excited sort of manner, still self-conscious of her body and everything she wanted him to do to it.

For her very first foray into the practice, he’d suggested that, since she liked serving and following orders so much, she should assist him at his home office by holding and carrying papers and anything else he needed, including even making and bringing him drinks. The second time, he’d used her as a footstool while he read a book. Once, he had forbidden her to speak at all during a class, and most recently, they’d made out while her hands were tied. And he had been right- she was a natural. Relinquishing control to him was somehow incredibly exhilarating and a massive relief at the same time.

As Y/N approached his desk, he also rose from his chair, meeting her just in front of the desk and leaning languidly against it. He didn’t say anything else, wanting to study her expression as he maintained the silence. Shifting her weight from side to side, a weak smile twitching at her lips, he could tell that she was burning with curiosity and nervousness while trying to appear still casual and playful.

“Why the early meeting?” she asked, not wanting to be assumptive if it was not, in fact, for romantic purposes. “And why here? Class starts before too long…” Her eyes flitted anxiously from his daunting form to the discomfortingly quiet room around them.

“Oh, this won’t interfere with class. I have something special for you in mind today. A different training session that I think is going to do you a lot better.” He intruded even closer into her personal space, reaching to grip her shoulders, and she looked up to meet his gaze, her heart thudding as she was enveloped by the scent of his cologne. “Instead of being with the other students today, I have a solo practice for you.”

“Okay,” she murmured, half in agreement and half as a question.

“Come here.” He was intent on preserving the feeling of mystery and anticipation. Taking her hand, he led her to a door off to their side.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you won’t disrupt the rest of the class.”

“What will I be doing? What is this?” Y/N laughed softly, trying to break the tension as her hands became damp with sweat, but he wouldn’t grant her any reprieve and clue her in. He just opened the door, revealing a small closet. While it also housed shelves of miscellaneous office supplies, her attention was primarily drawn to the center of the space, where a chair was positioned, a black duffel bag placed at its side.

“Sit down,” he ordered, and she proceeded shakily to take a seat in the chair, hands folded tightly together in her lap. While he still stood near the doorway of the closet, pacing, he continued speaking:

“This is a test of endurance. Not only will it help you with your Cobra Kai training, but it’s going to help you outside of that as well.”

Finally, he unzipped the mysterious duffel bag, and her mouth went dry when he pulled out several strands of rope.

“Ah, ah… just relax,” he instructed as she began to fidget uncomfortably in the chair, like she was about to get up. Stepping behind her, rope in one hand, he used his other free one to place a steadying touch on her shoulder.

“Do you remember your safeword?” he asked calmly. If Y/N was truly uncomfortable, he always made it clear that she should use it, as trust and safety were to be at the core of such a dynamic. Especially if he wanted to continue in his delicate approach to shaping her into his dearest little slut. She nodded, making a visible but not entirely successful effort to relax into the chair and his touch.

“This is for your own good,” he noted, beginning to loop the rope around her shoulders and arms, as well as her wrists, securing her upper half to the backboard of the chair. “Although I won’t deny that I enjoy seeing you like this.”

Moving to kneel in front of her, he joined her legs to the front two chair legs, spreading them slightly apart as she, torn between obedience and panic, squirmed feebly in the chair. She continued to sputter frantic nonsense phrases and he noted that her eyes were starting to water as he double-checked the secureness of the binds. Tight enough to contain her and give a slight burn, but not enough to bruise. Perfect for her first of such an experience.

He removed another item from the duffel bag and Y/N let out a soft whine, her shaking growing more intense at the sight of a vibrator wand.

“Darling, I need you to focus.” He said firmly, using the last piece of rope to attach the vibrator to the chair, situated between her parted legs, snug against her clit over her underwear. His cock twitched in his pants when he saw that there was already a wet spot.

“You’re going to sit with this vibrator on your cunt while the rest of us are having class downstairs. You will not come.”

She began to let out an alarmed cry, a tear escaping down the side of her face, and Terry was reminded of the final touch needed to complete her 'look.'

“Oh, that’s right…”

He rifled through the bag for the last of the needed items, revealing a ball gag. That’s when Y/N really started to struggle against the ropes, but by then there was no point. As tears began to slide down her face at an increasing rate, she recoiled when he bent to lick them from her cheek. She was so incredibly disgusted with herself for how turned-on she felt in such a humiliating moment; the mix of emotions was so overwhelming that she wanted to run away somewhere and hide.

“Wait!” she exclaimed as he held up the gag, about to fasten it behind her head, and, just in case she was about to safeword, he paused. “But h-how… I don’t think I can. What if someone comes in?”

“No one’s going to come in- they won’t hear you if you’re gagged, and I’ll have you safely locked inside with the lights off,” he smirked.

“I’m scared,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I feel so strange, and good, and gross and I don’t know what to think or do…”

“See, that’s why this is exactly what you need,” Terry replied knowingly, stroking the side of her head. “Don’t try to analyze everything right away. I need you to trust that you’re safe to leave all that to me- for at least a little while. You don’t have to see the bondage as limiting you. While your body is restrained, you can concentrate on your mind- but not for thinking and analyzing. The restraints are giving you the freedom to let go. Let go of your control and all of your worries. Your only responsibility is to do what I’ve asked you to do; to please me.”

“But isn’t that like being defeated?” she asked, recalling how defeat did not exist in Terry’s rulebook for life.

“Not at all. Not when you do it willingly and intentionally,” he replied simply, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Finally, she stilled, studying him thoughtfully through her glassy eyes. She was already so lovely like this; he could hardly imagine how beautiful she would be once he’d thoroughly exhausted her and erased every anxious, doubtful thought from her head. When several seconds stretched without her protesting further, he moved again to place the gag in her mouth. He was pleased when she parted her lips obediently.

“I need you to be strong for me. However, if you reach the point where you need to safeword, you have this…” He pulled a small button device from his pocket, nestling it in her tied fist. “It’s good to challenge yourself, and I believe you can handle it. But I can’t have my little fighter taking on too much and really hurting herself, physically or emotionally. Good girls challenge themselves and try their best, but they also need to take care of themselves so they can fight the next day.”

He paused, leaning into her close enough for their faces to almost touch. His tone and expression were grave. “You press this and I will end class immediately and come up here to get you. Understood? Understood?”

She nodded and he took this as his go-ahead to turn on the vibrator. Though it was only on a medium setting, she immediately tensed back up and bucked her hips against the tip.

“Baby, you need to pace yourself,” he chuckled, placing his hands on her hips to still her. She whimpered softly, overwhelmed by how embarrassed and powerless she felt.

“Now, just focus on the movement and rhythm of the vibrations for me. Nothing else exists. Pain, fear, defeat, your job, other people… It’s just you denying yourself for me. Just allow yourself to float in the delicious in-between state of pleasure and pain, of tension and relaxation, and let me do the thinking.”

In an admittedly devious move, he placed a firm, hot kiss to her neck before getting up, drawing another oh-so sweet muffled and tormented whine from her throat that made his cock leak.

The lock clicked on the door behind him, leaving Y/N to the total darkness and the longest hour and a half of her life.

The hardest part definitely wasn’t not to think- very quickly, she found it almost impossible to think of anything else except the unrelenting pulses of vibration against her clit. Terry hadn’t specified what would happen if she failed to stop herself from coming, but she figured that there would be some sort of punishment and preferred not to find out what exactly it would be. As she clenched around nothing, she could already feel slick absolutely gushing from her pussy onto the seat under her. It was almost a gift that the uncomfortable feeling of the spit that had started dripping down her chin provided some distraction.

Y/N wondered just how ruined her shirt would be by the end of this, and about having to walk out of the dojo probably looking a sight, but this thought evaporated as she felt a new, more intense pressure building in the pit of her stomach. All of the sudden, the intensity of the pleasure had her fighting with all of her resolve not to come, eyes twisted shut, struggling to pull her hips even a millimeter away from the head of the wand. Just as she thought she might fail, a drop of sweat fell into her eye, jolting her more firmly into focus again.

She wanted more than anything to please him, to be a good student and do him proud; put that beautiful smile on his face and be the reason for it. She also wanted to prove to herself that she had the strength and self-control to fulfill what had been asked of her and what she now asked of herself.

Initially, Y/N had been able to roughly estimate how long she had been left, but eventually she lost all track of time. Upon reaching that point, she finally fully allowed her thoughts to drain away like the slick that coated her underwear and the chair beneath her, giving up all wondering when Terry might return and letting go of the worry she had about how she might look by the time he arrived. All that mattered was that she was not allowed to come.

When she finally heard the click of the door’s lock again, she was pulled from her haze by the light that sliced into the complete darkness of the closet, making her squint. Eventually she managed to focus in on Terry, her eyes filling with tears. The man who was both her challenger and protector, assailant and healer, whom she’d made herself so mentally and physically vulnerable for, was here to rescue and tend to her.

The sight that greeted Terry was nothing short of divine. His angel was drenched in sweat, saliva, and slick, and apart from the occasional twitch against the vibrator, had given up struggling and appeared to have little, if any, coherent thought. When her blank gaze finally fully readjusted to the light, he grinned down at her.

“Everyone is gone now; the dojo is closed.” He gave her a moment to process what he had said, crouching before her to fully appreciate how mussed-up and flushed she looked, inhaling the heady scent of her perfume combined with the smell of sex and the warmth radiating off of her.

“Did you come?” he asked, not yet turning off the vibrator. Her head lolled back and forth in an attempt at a shaking motion.

“Good.” He said in a nonchalant tone that, despite her not thinking it was possible, made her more turned on. It was as if they were discussing traffic or the weather. He studied the darkened crotch of her underwear: “Mm, you’ve really soaked through your panties, though. You must be enjoying this even more than I thought.”

Her stomach dropped as the vibrator continued to run and he fixed her with a mischievous look.

“In that case, since you’ve been doing so well for me, I guess I can let you stay here a while longer. I have plenty of other things I can do. How does that sound, darling?” This time Y/N shook her head more frantically, trying to say ‘no’ through the gag. He pretended not to understand her, even though it was intelligible enough.

“What was that, baby? Oh, you’re welcome.” He got up and headed toward the door once more, noting that she still refused to safeword as he closed and locked her in again.

Y/N had never felt so helpless in that moment, consumed by the darkness again and the now seemingly endless torture of the wand’s rhythmic vibrations. She tightened her grip on the button in her fist, knowing that she could end it all at any time, but did not press it. She was determined to last it out until he decided that she was done. After all, she’d made it this far, right?

In that moment, something about the helplessness and the increasingly hazy mental state she was plummeting into became freeing. He had all of the power and that was okay. It meant that she wasn’t responsible for anything except the one thing he’d asked her to do. Nothing else mattered. He really was helping her; this was good for her, to have no expectations or concerns; to humble herself by fulfilling demands rather than making them and be patient to accept what she was given.

Just as she had reached this stage of tenuous acceptance, she was surprised and confused when the door slid open after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Terry entered with a glass of water, a towel, and first aid supplies in his hands.

“Sweetheart, I’m joking,” he laughed softly, bending down at her feet to set down everything he was carrying. “But you did so, so well for me.” Finally, he removed the gag from her sore jaw, the ball pulling strands of saliva with it. She gasped from the soreness as well as the relief.

“Just come for me now and we’ll be done,” he said, switching the vibrator to the highest setting and controlling its position with his hand instead of the rope, leaning in close for her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Let it all out for me...”

Within moments, he felt her shake as violently as the restraints would allow, warm and sticky come coating the tip of the vibrator through her panties.

“Aahhh…! Thank you! Thank you, Sensei…” she cried in his ear through strangled moans that gradually decreased in volume as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her invocation of his title made his cock jerk, and he bit back a growl. As the most intense climax she’d ever experienced faded, mixing with the feelings of confusion, disgust, and submission, she burst into tears. It was complete sensory overload.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can cry if you need to,” Terry crooned as she clung to him. He cradled the back of her neck with one hand while starting to untie her with the other. Once she was entirely free and her sobs subsided a bit, he reached for the glass of water and raised it to her lips.

“Drink this- I don’t want you dehydrated,” he said as she sipped from the cold glass, staring at him with blissed-out, puffy eyes. Once she’d had enough to drink, she sucked in a shaky breath and collapsed into his arms.

“I’m so proud of you, angel,” he praised her, rocking her back and forth like a child and pressing delicate kisses all over her face. After cleaning her with the towel, he set to fixing up wherever it hurt, applying healing lotion and ointment to the spots on her arms and legs where the rope had burned, and stroking her cheeks until most of the marks from the gag had faded.

“Okay. All better,” he sighed and she sniffed, having stopped crying. He tilted her chin up so that she was looking directly at him. “Now, are you proud of yourself? You should be proud of yourself.”

She blushed. He was happy with her. She had succeeded in doing what he wanted her to do. She responded to his pleased grin with a soft smile that made her face glow and imbued his chest with warmth.

“Just don’t ever trick me like that again,” she pouted.

“That was rather mean of me, wasn’t it?” he conceded with a small laugh, unable to hide the fact that he was a bit gleeful rather than entirely apologetic.

“Mhm,” she added petulantly, burying her face into his shoulder.

“I can’t make any promises there, doll,” he replied slyly. “Not when you make it so much fun to toy with you.” He squeezed his arms around her a final time and they shared a kiss before he shifted his posture.

“Alright, let’s get you something to eat. Easy now.” He helped her stumble to her feet and guided her out of the closet.

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ao3-top-batfam-ships-bracket · 8 months ago

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My problem with Bat/ Bat ships isn't that they exist, it's how many people like them.

Wait! Hear me out. I swear I have a reason.

I'm good at ignoring ships that squick me, so I do. I also want to make it very clear I am not I am not hating on individuums who ship Bat/ Bat.

But to me, how much people ship them is kind of indicative of how little we value adopted children in our society. People say they aren't "really related" so it's fine.

Because you just don't see that level of engagement with ships involving biologically related family.

And it's that attitude shining through more than the shipping itself I dislike.

"Fiction isn't reality" no, it isn't, write the darkest thing you want. Explore fucked up concepts. That doesn't make you a bad person. It's completely normal.

However oftentimes Fiction is often still a reflection of reality. From reading, we can learn about our society (or other societies, if we venture beyond our own culture.) It says something, whether the author meant for it to mean something or not.

We understand where you're coming from and agree that adopted children/siblings are real family and shouldn't be valued less. We also agree that fiction mirrors reality which mirrors fiction, although that process is much more complex than many people claim.

However, 1) not every family is your typical nuclear family. Everybody defines their family and their relationships with its members in their own way. Some people call all adults that are close to them uncles and aunts, regardless of any actual biological connection. Someone could have been raised by their biological parents, but don't claim them as parents because of personal reasons and even view other adults who filled the parental roles better as their actual parents. Someone could have a biological sibling that is much older than them, grow up without them in their life and due to that think of them as more of a cool friend than a sibling. (All examples are taken from our own personal experiences.)

It's especially apparent in cases of found family, which batfamily certainly is. Tim and Jason haven't met until Jason was 18 and Tim was 16. Both were adopted by the same man, but they didn't know each other. Does that automatically makes them brothers? Even though without the adoption papers they would be total strangers? If Jason's death invalidated the adoption papers does it mean he and Bruce stopped thinking of each other as parent and child? Bruce and Dick have an age difference between 10 to 20 years and viewed each other more as brothers, partners and mentor/mentee at first. Bruce and Tim for a long time also thought of each other as mentor/mentee, especially since Tim still had a living father. That was also the case of Dick and Damian. Tim had a crush on Cass in the comics at the beginning of their friendship. Jason and Dick were technically brothers before Jason's death, but they weren't close at all and only met a few times. Barbara is a mother/sister figure to Cass even when she was dating Cass' adopted brother Dick. We don't think Jason and Cass even met once in post-crisis comics, despite technically being siblings. (Sorry we're only mentioning that one era, we aren't as knowledgeable about new52 and rebirth.)

The recent push to make the batfamily a nuclear family in our opinion does a huge disservice to the characters and their interesting and complicated relationships that can't fit neatly into boxes labeled "sibling" or "parent".

2) some people think of batfamily as a family AND still ship them at the same time. Yes, some claim they aren't "really related", but there's another side that absolutely views them as related and wants to explore what happens when two brothers or a father and son fall in love.

3) there's actually a pretty big engagement with ships involving biologically related family. Wincest (ship between biological brothers Sam and Dean from Supernatural) is the 15th most popular ship on AO3 of all time. We still remember how prominent the fandom discourse about shipping the Weasley twins from Harry Potter was. In almost every fandom, there're at least a few incest ships. Are they more popular than adopted sibling incest ships? We don't know, but if anyone wants to measure it in some way, we'd love to find out.

Edit: 4) as people have rightfully pointed out in the comments and reblogs, a lot of fics are AUs where one or both characters weren't even adopted and met in different circumstances. You can see that in a lot of fandoms, people will imagine close friends or even strangers as biological family and vice versa: write biological or adopted family as just friends or even strangers.

We're looking forward to hearing what other people think about this topic!

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a-libra-writes · 2 years ago

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Rocky Rickaby x gn or fem reader who is really REALLY physically affectionate headcannons? Like i'm talking giving him a nice smooch on the lips from time to time for no reason, hugging and or cuddling Rocky when they or he wants sum and giving him small pecks and kisses on his forehead, cheek, sometimes nose and ALWAYS giving him compliments and words of reassurance when they see that Rocky's feeling a bit down in the dumps. While savagely telling or killing the person off.

I'm totally normal abt him bro dw

Okay so I got MANY requests for a Part 2 on the first Rocky HCs, so Im using this as a jumping off point! Lots of affectionate GN Reader in here, and i have. So many thoughts. So lets goooo

Obviously ... Rocky loves all this attention. When he initially started crushing on you, any attention was good and wanted, but especially the smiles and approving words. The best part in those early months was the fussing. Since he's always in some kind of state, you'd call Rocky over to smooth coat or tidy some leaves out of his hair.

He'd actually keep still, too excited and surprised to think of moving while your hands pawed over him - even if it just lasted a few seconds. At some point you'd clean dirt (or was that blood?) off his face with one of your hankerchiefs, and you better believe he always "forgot" to return it. Maybe if he knew you'd be at the cafe, he wouldn't fix himself up, hoping you might be inclined to do it instead. Maybe.

Anytime you initiated some closer form of contact - first the fussing, then maybe touching his face, then perhaps hugging - he always freezes for just a second, then immediately accepts and melts into it. And after that, he's more than happy to initiate the same kind of affection.

It's almost like Rocky needs to "wait" for permission, to have someone else cross that line first. Like he isn't allowed to, or rather - the wait is better than potential rejection. This is doubly so if you're more of a posh cat, or perhaps someone whose more closed off. Impulsive and adoring as he is, the thought of frightening you away or you being repulsed by him is too painful a thought. Once you make it clear that he can "cross" a new line in the relationship, he practically leaps over it. As time goes on he won't have these worries nearly as much. They're mostly subconscious, too - an anxiety he can't figure or name, and he'd rather not dwell on it.

Honestly, if you aren't a physically affectionate person, it'll be tough. Rocky really thrives off it and sees it as an affirmation of your feelings, though he soaks up the praise and loving words, being physically close, held and accepted just hits different. And ... combining both the physical and verbal affection? Yeah, he's just. Doe-eyed and lovestruck. It's both sweet and a little sad how desperately happy it makes him.

Your loving words don't even have to be anything effusive or overly romantic - simple appreciation for when he helps you out (or tries to), daily "I love you"s, complimenting something about him, expressing happiness at spending time with him, it all goes straight to his heart and his head. If he goes too long without it, Rocky will prompt you for praise and attention. Before you two were a couple, Ivy teased him about it - "You're always looking for them to pat you on the head!" Yes, and what of it? If you're someone whose older or at least seemed more mature and collected, your approval only matters all the more, as is his desire to impress you.

This also means if you're ever upset or cross with him, he takes it to heart as well. Icing him out, trying to do the silent treatment, etc seriously messes with him. Rocky will completely blame himself and spiral and it won't be pretty, so it's best to resolve the fights maturely and with a level head. Yes, he tries to act like he isn't hurt or terrified you'll leave. It's an act, and a poor one at that.

Since he's so noodly, it's easy to wrap your arms around Rocky's torso for a big hug! He loves it, of course, he'll return the favor and lift you right up (or ... try to, anyway). He'll even (try to) spin you around! If you let him, Rocky will just stay clinging and lean on you, inquiring about your day and what you're up to. He likes to rest his chin on your shoulder or your head, his tail happily whapping at your leg while he chatters.

He'd really love it if you just let him curl up in your arms on a couch or something - seriously, when's the last time he's had that? It's almost a novel experience, and even better if you're a bigger and floofier cat! He'll have moments of disbelief that this is real, that you're allowing it and you want the clingy sleepy snuggles. Sometimes he falls asleep because you're so comfy and warm. Again, when is the last time he's had a warm, safe and cozy place to sleep? When ??

(Semi-related note, he can fall asleep in the weirdest positions and places. Years of being homeless will do that.)

Oh! And the kisses. Kisses are good, they are great. Even the little ones on the cheek or his brow. He's not totally shameless so any lingering or deeper kisses in private (and ofc if you're masc, that's just safer). I mean he could just kiss and hug you forever, he just gets drunk on all the affection and love. Definiately the sort of person to just make out and be totally content; he'll get pretty cheeky and bitey, too. If you have a tickle spot, look out. It will be found. Also, if he's already in a manic-happy mood, expect random lines of poetry between the kisses.

(Zib always notices when there's lovebites or lipstick left on him and comments on it. Rocky almost never notices but !! It makes him oddly happy, even as he immediately covers/cleans up.)

Also if you go on bootlegging jobs with him, there's probably a "no PDA until certain danger has passed" rule because of uh, certain past incidents. If you two start getting touchy-feely then Freckle coughs VERY loudly and tries not to die of embarrassment.

Even when you two are in a situation where there can't be any PDA - maybe you're masc presenting, maybe you're in front of friends who don't approve or you're in a "business" meeting with some sketchy sorts - He still wants to stand very close, shoulder-to-shoulder. Rocky isn't aware how much he'll touch your shoulder, pat your head, pat your back, and so on.

Alas, he can't play his violin for you while smooching and hugging. He still likes to hum melodies to work on later. Looking at you just makes them pop into his head. That means cuddling isn't this serene quiet thing, you two are chattering or he's humming something against your skin. Oh, and he's great at remembering your favorite songs, whether they're folksy, jazz, classical - he has the range!

Since you're around him so often, you'll notice when Rocky's happy-go-lucky mask begins to slip. He'd try even harder to keep it up around you, not wanting to "scare" you off, but no one can keep that momentum up forever. You'll have to reassure him, many times, that he doesn't have to pretend around you. If he's troubled, he should tell you. It's going to take time (and probably a life threatening injury) before you get the full extent of his loneliness and fears. He's been burying it for years, after all. Slowly, he'll bring up bits of his past and his parents, but you won't get much unless he's under the influence or wounded.

It's been said before but, yes, it's obvious to anyone with a pulse how much he adores you. Some people he knows don't even know you're name because he always refers to you as his angel from on high, his auspicious muse, his grandest sweetheart, his Helen of Troy, so on and so forth. It's just. endless. If you're a more high-class sort of person, and/or someone whose very level-headed or serious, they don't hide their surprise to learn you two are together. There might be blunt questions, like what do you see in him. He won't admit it, but those inquiries do hurt Rocky's feelings, albeit he laughs it off. He's quite happy if you stick up for him and express that you're very happy with him, thank you very much.

So, yes. You have this particular bootlegging music-playing poetry-reciting man around your finger. Treat him well and don't let him go off and do stupid things for your sake. If you asked anything of Rocky, he'd do it in a heartbeat, but that sort of intense devotion isn't always in his interest. Maybe that devotion gets a little obsessive, especially on his insecure days. A more steady and mature partner would help pump the breaks on that, while someone more on his wavelength would uh .... Well, it'd be absolutely chaotic, but at least it'd be fun?

#i tried not to repeat myself but oops LOOK #he is a LOVE BUG okay please give him attention 😭#rocky rickaby x reader #lackadaisy x reader

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firelightmuse · 7 months ago

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I wonder about Yume's conflicting feelings when she first starts to fall for Zenos. Obviously him being an enemy is an issue for her, but is it also because he is the type of man her father would have expected her to marry? Is there an internal conflict with her being attracted to someone her father would approve of (were she not exiled)? Would she want to fight against that and (to rope in ships of hers) would she try convince herself that she wants a "normal" relationship with someone like Cid of G'raha, even though she cannot see them as her equals?

Ohhhhh now THIS is the good stuff! THIS is totally what Yume’s inner conflict is all about!

So, let’s start with a short summary of Yume’s backstory so that the rest of this explanation makes more sense.

Yume was born the eldest daughter of a daimyo (a feudal lord who ruled over a territory in Hingashi), Lord Masanori Aino, and Yume was his heir. He and the rest of the Aino clan raised her to be the ideal samurai, who would be able to beat any opponent in battle. Yume excelled in her studies, and she eventually became one the most powerful warriors in Hingashi.

When she came of age, Lord Aino began the search for his beloved daughter’s suitor, and he had narrowed down his criteria to a very short but nigh impossible list: 1) Must be a son of a prominent noble family, 2) Must be able to sire children, and 3) He must be Yume’s equal in battle, as determined by a 1v1 duel with Yume herself.

The first two criteria were the easy part. But every would be suitor who dueled Yume for a chance to win her hand in marriage was defeated. There were none that proved worthy of her. Yume would soon be banished from her home, stripped of all her power and titles, and would forever be known as a dishonored ronin after she refused to marry her own uncle as was ordered by her father once no worthy suitor was found.

So with all of that in mind, let’s get to Yume’s conflict over Zenos.

As you might’ve surmised by now, Zenos is actually the first person to ever defeat Yume in a 1v1 fight, and extra points for his young age, as Zenos is only two years older than her; so in all respects, if this fight had taken place in Hingashi and Yume was still her father’s heir, then her father would have proclaimed Zenos as Yume’s husband.

This is the biggest reason why Yume can’t stop thinking about Zenos after their first battle, and even though she had never seen his face, she becomes obsessed with him. Her excuse is that she wants to fight him again and beat him next time, but her friends and comrades have never seen Yume obsess over anyone else like this before, and to their perspectives, it’s looking more and more like she wants him for herself.

And can you blame her? This is all she knew growing up as the heir to a powerful lord who values battle prowess over all other virtues. No ordinary man would ever be worthy of her in her family’s eyes, but Zenos… he’s perfect for her. He is the crown prince of Garlemald, legatus of the XIIth Legion, and who rightfully defeated her in battle. He is the perfect man that even Yume herself had always dreamed of marrying someday.

Not to mention that he might very well be her enemy as she is now, as a Scion who has sworn to protect Eorzea from the Garlean Empire, but back in Hingashi, Garlemald was no such enemy. On the contrary, Hingashi and Garlemald were trade partners, and the Garleans were never an enemy to Yume until she arrived in Eorzea. So this doesn’t help Yume one bit in trying to push the thoughts of Zenos out of her mind, as he has become her personal enemy only very recently in her life.

Of course Yume realizes just how problematic her pining for Zenos is, and she knows that she should consider a normal romantic partner, especially when she’s known that Cid had a crush on her in the past, and G’raha has been pining for her for over a hundred years, so she should have given either Cid or G’raha or hell, nearly ANYONE else, a chance.

But it’s just not that simple. The heart wants what the heart wants. Yume will always be a samurai, no matter where in existence she wanders. She will never forget the idea of her ideal husband in her heart. She just can’t stop thinking about what could be if things were different, and if Zenos wasn’t her enemy.

Obviously Yume’s inner conflict gets even worse once she realizes that Zenos has become just as obsessed, or perhaps even more obsessed with her in turn. She can’t help but feel that he is the one that she was destined to be with, and that no one else truly understands her like Zenos does.

And it is this reason that pushes Yume into grabbing Zenos’ hand at the edge of the universe and wills him to teleport back to the Ragnarok with her, saving the life of her enemy, and her only worthy suitor.

Oof, am I the only one who’s getting emotional over this?? 🥺😭 Thank you so much for this absolutely amazing ask @meepsthemiqo!!! Thank you for this my dear friend!! 🥰💖

#asks and replies #yume x zenos #ship: bad romance

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calypsorhythm · 12 days ago

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okay go my allister headcanons

allister is gay asexual + uses they/he. theyre 12 (1st of march 2012)

a few people think allister is possessed and/or evil and steer clear of them because of it. he is a living human though!!! not that he hasnt died though haha

he was born in galar though his family came from kitakami. they were very sickly. also their parents died after their taxi (the flying taxi cab things) was struck by lightning and after being flung around orphanages (i will not explain his death thingy thats for another day okay) for a bit he was adopted by beas family!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!! awesome !!!!!

allister didnt like bea at first i imagine :( she was scary to them. anyway enough lore go my misc headcanons

allister's hair is messy A LOT. they will try and tidy it up when going to a battle or meeting but it gets very messy very quickly due to how many times he just. goes out into the wilderness. strange kid. they like their hair being brushed

absolutely thinks anyone 16+ is ancient. again theyre 12 so 16 year olds are obviously weird and old and scary!!

allister is a bit reluctant when recieving compliments/being praised because a part of him thinks he doesnt deserve it. but he wiill perk up !! because another part of them is happy that theyre being complimented/praised

allister likes to paint and draw becasue it helps him get their emotions out and its just a comforting thing

they are scared of loud noises .. especially after the darkest day. the darkest day had gotta been traumatising

melony is like a mum to them, kabu is kinda like a dad, and gordie piers milo and raihan are like the older brothers. the galar league is like one big family❤️

despite bea and allister being close in age they have a relationship that youd expect for siblings who are ~10 years apart. i guess. i hope people know what i mean as someone who has a sister whos 10 years older than me. they do not fight very often and bea is protective over him.yayy❤️❤️ they play roblox together

allister is a very smart kid. he is kind and has good morals and being shy isnt his only personalality trait i PROMISE. they can be very mischevious!! especially with their ghost buddies!!

very important headcanon. their favorite colour is green and purple. green because it reminds him of forests and purple because. have you seen them.

they watch object shows btw and are probably a gacha kid. theyre so cringe!!! (/pos way. cringe culture is dead guys)

they are a big fan of weighted blankets :3

if something were to be rushing towards allister (like a ball or a person), he would flinch with his body not his eyes. so like rapidly blinking while standing completely still. is this what normal people do? because i dont know myself as someone who does that

he has diagnosed autism depression and anxiety :) what a great combination <- someone who is also diagnosed with those

allister is lactose intolerant and gets sick very often!! poor guy!!

allister loves watching horror movies and games and will point out flaws if he sees them. "thats not how possession works" "the blood wasn't done well enough." "this isnt even scary! (talking about actual horrors)"

i think this is common sense for anyone who gets babied but allister hates getting babied. people will talk to him like a little kid (like 8 year old little kid level) and he doesnt like it. in his head 12 is mature enough and they can see that the other young gym leaders (bea marnie and bede. though theres a NOTABLE difference lmao) dont get babied. or at least as much as them

people who have seen his face include bea, bea's parents, of course allister's parents, gloria + victor, melony and some ghosts

bea and allister will play fighting games together :3 allister will usually lose though because bea is very competitive

allister totally has a crush on tommy from twilight wings. thanks for coming to my ted talk

allister uses a lot of emojis when texting and 👻🐛🐶 are their favs. they also use a lot of exclamation marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

very nervous about dropping and/or breaking things. if hes given something like a cup they will hold onto it for dear life. in the case of actually dropping or breaking something he'll briefly zone out and freeze <- projection

allister and kieran are cousins in my au. yay kindness and joy

he is very easy to get along with as long as you have the patience to get to know them!!!

thats all i can think of for now💔 lala i love joy

#allister pokemon #gym leader allister #allister headcanons #yapping #fyi idk if his dob is right. im guessing #also allisters parents get five big booms from me #also also a few of these are projection my bad #this is long overdue but i finally did it. funtastic #bea is next if i remember #beas parents only saw his face by using force btw. he isnt a fan of them.#anyway im done talking in tags i think. hi guys

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spicybylerpolls · 1 year ago

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Cafe anon is SO REAL for sharing their story. You’re not alone. I think that’s the elephant in the room not just here on spicy byler tumblr, but in any coming-of-age media contexts, so I applaud anon for directly facing the elephant.

And thank you spicybylerpolls for giving us a platform to express our unfiltered thoughts!

I remember they tried to cancel gracie abrams for saying something similar even though she was (a. not that much older than Finn, and b. correct lol). Even to this day people on twitter won’t let her live it down, even though it shouldn’t even matter cause Gracie and Finn are, you know, both legal adults now and within dateable range.

I think in anon’s case, being older than Gracie was at the time, it makes sense that they were especially freaked out by their “less than kosher” thoughts at the time since they were inherently scandalous. But any therapist will tell you not to dwell on your shocking thoughts as they don’t define you. They don’t make you a bad person. They just are what they are, shout out to Ke$ha.

In our world we have lines, and these lines are good cause they protect real-life kids from harm and abuse. I think we can all agree with that! But they weren’t created to protect us from our OWN thoughts. They CAN’T really do so. They don’t have that power. Cause then it becomes a maze of, “Your thoughts are bad and you need to be fixed and re-educated” which isn’t healthy. I feel like a better approach is to reflect and mediate on the potential deeper reasons for things.

In cafe anon’s case, she and her friend noticed something w/out any filters, and then they had to make sense of what they noticed cause it raised their alarm bells. Did it make them a “creep?” I don’t think so. I also feel like a true “creep” wouldn’t freak out. They would just be creepy.

I like the explanation of this not being a case of perving on a 13-year old actor and actually wanting to be with them in a tangible sense, but rather an act of putting yourself in your past teenage shoes. Speaking for myself, I know I constantly have dreams where i’m 14 or 15 again, and maybe even dreaming of someone I used to have a crush on. In my mind, they are still 14. We are both still 14. Is that weird? Some might argue that it is, but is it really? I think it’s normal.

But I also think this is a deeply psychological subject that gets at the heart of what we’re comfortable with, and what we SHOULD be comfortable with, and there’s no doubt it’s controversial. But if you can’t be controversial anonymously on an already anonymous platform, where can you be controversial? Nowhere.

Many are uncomfortable with this convo cause they conduct themselves in such a way that no incorrect thought EVER slips in. The more filters you put in, the less you allow yourself to ruminate and reflect upon all aspects of human psychology, the less familiar anon’s admissions will be. But a part of art, a part of being an artist, is to embrace the gray area, no? Is this a slippery slope? Maybe. But slip n’ slides are also fun.

It doesn’t mean dwelling on it, ofc. It’s wise to stick to age-appropriate crushes. Please don’t misinterpret my words. My point is that it’s totally normal to have thoughts you shouldn’t have from time to time. That’s called being human.

There’s this idea that everyone is a perfectly upstanding citizen and no one ever goes where they shouldn’t in their brain, and if you do you’re a creep and the FBI will knock down on your brain’s door, but that’s silly IMO. I applaud café anon for unpacking her physiological reaction to the photoshoots and then moving on with her life.

Of course, not everyone has the same filtering system or comfort level. Some us needed the clear line of demarcation of S4 byler to think spicily, and some of us have no such filter have no such filter and have always been thinking spicy thoughts about these characters, aged-up ofc!

I think now though, I’m so glad that more and more of us are recognizing the clear sexual innuendos and subtext the Duffers have placed into the show. And I hope we will approach S5 and the potential consummation scene with maturity! The Duffers aren’t creeps for telling this story. And you’re not creepy for noticing it.

Many would say that 13 is too young to use terms like “hot” even if you recognize their potential/recognize their cuteness, and I’d agree. But then the question becomes, where is the line? Lots of us here believe Finn and Noah are “hot” now. But at what point did they become hot, hmm?

Obviously on their 18th birthday and not a second before, you degenerates /s

I think if most of us are being honest, even if we wouldn’t say it out loud, we know that isn’t true. You grow into what you become. It doesn’t happen overnight with a birthday. And no one should be attacked for being honest.

Honesty isn’t a crime.

Thank you sharing your thoughts! There's a lot to unpack here. I agree that no one should be attacked for their honesty. And I agree that those who still try to cancel Gracie Abrams are ridiculous.

#byler #spicy byler #finn wolfhard #noah schnapp #spicy byler meta #potentially controversial spicy byler discourse #gracie abrams #no poll

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haze-of-hyperfixations · 8 months ago

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Hi! 👋 Do you have any lgbt+ hcs for asoue or atwq? 🌈 :)

Hi! 👋

Thanks for the ask!! Here's some of my headcanons:

ASOUE:

Violet - bi. also i think it'd be funny if she had crushes on both Isadora and Quigley, and made some comment about "hey, maybe i have a type. or something." meanwhile her siblings are like. violet. they are identical.

Carmelita - aro. doesn't realize this until way after canon (assuming the entire unfortunate gen survives for the sake of both the post and my feelings) because she genuinely never considers that romantic attraction is like. a real thing. she thinks everyone's just being weird about dating because they're just weird like that. and she's totally better than them anyways, so she doesn't really give it any more thought for a while. she basically avoids the entire self-questioning stage like that, and it isn't until a while after canon, once she's kind of had a redemption arc and kind of formed some kind of connection with other characters, that she's just arguing with someone one day about something to do with romance, and the other character is like. uh. actually that's not universal and i think you might be aro. and she kind of has to process that for a few minutes. but she ends up basically going "oh, so it's not everyone? it's just me? that's awesome." also modern AU Carmelita would make those posts that are like, pink hearts and sparkly, elegant cursive saying stuff like "romance is dead and i killed it." (i just googled it, it's called aro lovecore.) anyways, post-canon aro Carmelita. :)

Isadora - trans girl. and she's unsure of her specific orientation, but knows she definitely likes girls.

Quigley - ace. questioning both gender and romantic orientation, but probably somewhere under the nonbinary umbrella. and possibly bi. listen just let the kid figure stuff out post-canon. where's that post that goes "i'm probably nonbinary but i have a job so idc about that right now". that's Quigley but the job is not dying and processing childhood trauma.

Sunny - post-canon, older Sunny also gets hit by the aro headcanon beam. i just think it'd be really neat.

not a lot of thoughts on the sugarbowl gen, except possibly pan Beatrice Baudelaire and aro Sally Sebald? idk, I think about the unfortunate gen a lot more, ha.

ATWQ:

Moxie - possibly arospec? okay, admittedly i just thought of this headcanon now. but arospec Moxie would add an interesting layer to her dynamic with Ellington and Lemony. especially if you interpret the Lemony/Ellington as onesided, with Lemony being the one with the romantic feelings. because like. platonic jealousy over your best friend's crush (who doesn't reciprocate, but maybe she does, but who even cares? not Moxie.) is an interesting dynamic. because Ellington Feint contrasts her in a thousand narrative, thematical ways that other people could write about better than me. but Lemony's also kind of infatuated with her, and she gets that slightly romanticized place in his narrative that Moxie doesn't. and of course that could lead to additional resentment. and some of it's jealousy, some of it's anxiety, some of it's frustration, but the whole thing could lead to really interesting internal conflict. especially after Lemony leaves, and the other kids have to figure out a new sense of normal after all that. idk. interesting thought.

Ellington - lesbian. also just thought of that one now, so idk. but i've been kind of on the fence for a while about the Lemony/Ellington thing and all it's ambiguity. my current headcanon is that it was onesided on Lemony's side, and that Ellington didn't have any romantic feelings for him. and i need to reread the books, i love them so much and it's been a little while, but yeah, Ellington being gay is a neat concept, i think.

in conclusion, i think basically all of these characters are Very Much Not Straight, but the ones listed were just the first ones i could think of!

thanks again for the ask!! have a great day, and happy pride month!! :)

#i have so many aro headcanons i didn't even realize i had. self-projection is a wonderful thing. :)#asoue #atwq #oh also i forgot to mention but lemony & moxie is an entirely platonic dynamic to me.#like maybe there was subtext there but i am looking away. i do not see it. i just like seeing it as platonic jealousy on moxie's part.#it just makes their dynamic more interesting and fun to me. they were best friends and they probably changed each other forever.#and they played dice games together. and maybe they never saw each other again. who knows. idk. they give me a lot of emotions. :(#i NEED to reread atwq though. it has been TOO LONG.

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sheriffslop · 2 years ago

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I’m seeing lots of “ Clockmare this “ and “ Clockmare that “, and while I’m already loving the ships sprouting from Raincode, I am taking it upon myself to do something that I want. 💋✨🥂 Without further adieu, I am presenting ;

✨ ClockBolt Headcannons !! ✨

✨ Desuhiko fell first and probably harder as well, he really thinks he can rizz any girl up but the moment he realizes he likes Fubuki ??? Man is a fucking mess.

✨ However, the relationship was relatively slowburn, I definitely see them being friends for quite awhile before developing any feelings. Then, one night Desuhiko’s kinda looking at her like “ Ah shit, I think I like her. : ) “

✨ Fubuki definitely makes the first move though, because he absolutely wouldn’t initiate anything on his own, especially since he is in total * Windows Error Noise * around her. She eventually notices how he is around her and starts to wonder if he has a crush on her, before smooching him to see how he reacts.

�� HE IS BEET FUCKING RED OVER IT TOO, and that just proves to her that he likes her, as well as him kinda stumbling all over his words, both asking why she did it and if she liked him. She does, and they give it a shot. 💕

✨ He’s more awkward than she is, because he’s used to trying to pull every girl he sees, but now they’re walking around in public and holding hands, doing cute coupley shit. It’s nice. Fubuki calls herself his knight in shining armor, and he would never admit it out loud, but yeah, she is. 💕

✨ She’s more bold, because while she was sheltered at home, he’s really trying to figure out the whole monogamous romance thing, so she takes it upon herself to do the romantic things she wants him to do ( holding the door open, pulling his chair out, helping him over big rain puddles ), they end up being so non - heteronormative. 🥂

✨ In the beginning, he’s definitely embarrassed by it all because he’s “ the man of the relationship “, so he should be the one wooing her, romancing her, but she seems to have it more figured out than he does. It makes him insecure for awhile, before it becomes normal, and he really leans into the fact that he kind of likes being pampered like that. 🤣🤦🏻

✨ That doesn’t mean he’s not romantic and that he won’t do those things for her, because she’ll eventually tell him that she wished he did those things for her too. However !! He’s romantic in his own way, he’s written songs for her, takes her out on dates to places he thinks she’d like, morning cuddles, and all of that.

✨ Her love languages are Acts Of Service, Physical Touch, and Quality Time, while his is Words Of Affirmation, Quality Time, and Physical Touch. 💕

✨ They’re totally the type of couple to try and hook up other couples. The wingman couple that has their shit together.

✨ Fubuki is older by a year !! He’s definitely surprised by it, he thought she was younger, but he’s not upset over it. He’s probably jokingly called her a cougar before. 🤦🏻

✨ This is definitely just interpretation, but I think that Fubuki was super sheltered with emotionally distant parents growing up while Desuhiko was super neglected by his parents, so both of them are new to the whole giving and getting affection thing ; but they quite enjoy it, because there’s something different about receiving love from someone you love. 💕

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #raincode #desuhiko thunderbolt #fubuki clockford #clockbolt #desubuki #lop rambles !!#lop headcannons !!

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makowo · 2 years ago

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i think people go through dr and forget like. the setting. the whole point is that - and this is mainly trigger happy havoc - its a bunch of high schoolers in an extremely fucked up situation. NONE OF THEM are meant to be killing people or holding trials or any of this and i think people like. expect more out of them. when it comes to the other games i guess i kind of get it? especially since the cast of goodbye despair just felt a lot older since i guess they were. but especially trigger happy havoc its so much more crushing if you acknowledge that none of them are used to it. which is why characters like makoto are overlooked because he doesnt seem as cool or mysterious as the other characters and the fact that he's trying to be a source of positivity for other people isnt enough for some people. again its been years but i will never stop being upset over makoto's treatment in fandom.

also on despair makoto. this is very fast but i think he's a cool concept when taken the right way. from what i recall he wasn't meant to be super cool he was in like. extreme distress. and thats so much more crushing than the concept of just "hey you see this nice guy? yeah he's evil now isn't that cool" like. good god this is making my interest come back. hang on

It's definitely because of the sequels, i think; the tone from sdr2 on is SO different. There's still the pretext of these people being brought into a horrible massacre framed as a game, but like. the outlandish humor that dr1 juxtaposes with the suffocating psychological horror of being isolated from the outside world with only total strangers just as desperate as you to get out to be with is just. thrown SO off balance with the changes to setting and stuff, trying to one-up dr1 with more elaborate set pieces and character backstories. it's all made to be far less down to earth as a result. and thus the characters that are more "normal" are looked down upon for not having 50 layers of depth to their motives, or being perfect in their reasoning for doing the things they do, or the writing not being as... idk if i wanna use the word great actually. we'll go with "intense". it's so much to think about and i cant get all of it out but yknow. You Know.

and Despair Makoto i love talking about him. facts of me. he IS such a cool concept, and i adore how they handle the concept tbh. i still think it would have been fun to see this guy be just so fucked in the head for a little while but that's all self indulgence. it outright debunks munakata's arguments of all these people in despair being evil villains and just showing someone suffering from it. being brought down to such a low point that he's willing to die with a smile. it's horrifying, and so fucking. ufghaguh......... im so happy they didnt shove in Evil Makoto i think we would be in so much worse a world if that happened.

#makotalk #localvoidcat #danganronpa #makoto naegi #evilest grin on my face when i read that ur interest is coming back. My Trick.#this response is such a mess btw but hopefully you get it. no need to understand but just to think with me.

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myfairkatiecat · 9 months ago

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@sacrificiallovingyetagain I could never hate you <3 I disagree with lots of my friends

I do think the characters changed!! But not, like, for a ship. They changed because the story happened.

I don’t think it’s out of character for characters to be different at the end of the story than at the beginning, even if it does lead to a different ship happening in the end than what might have happened in the beginning. That’s how real life works and it’s how fiction works too (or good fiction at least)

I think the fall of the Vackers’ reputation meant way more to Fitz than he wanted it to. Because he’s going through his gifted kid burnout era at the same time. From his point of view, he feels like his ability isn’t special anymore (because of Sophie) and his grades aren’t special anymore (because no one cares about those in the black swan) and in a very Olivia-Rodrigo-teenage-dream sort of way, he feels like he’s growing out of the things that made him special. So like… he doesn’t WANT to care about being a vacker. But it sorta feels like the only thing he has to cling to.

And the Vacker legacy completely unravels. Alvar is a traitor. The troll hive at everglen is unmasked AND BROADCASTED. And suddenly, Fitz’s world turns even more upside down than it was.

The thing is, Fitz doesn’t suddenly decide “we’ll be a bad match?? Everything is over I can’t do that.” I mean that’s how they break up, but pretty soon after, he comes back to her and says he wants to start over, and he misses her. Nothing has changed on her end, but he really does want to be with her. And during stellarlune, he’s still trying. He tells Sophie it’s going to take him a while to get used to the idea of being a bad match, but that he’s working on it. So it’s not that he totally shut down their relationship, he just….was a little thrown by the idea that he was really going to have to do this. Do something on purpose that would lead to a lot more social ostracism.

I think that’s just realistic character development. He cares more about following societal rules than he did because without realizing it, he took his family’s reputation for granted, and now feels like he has to tread more carefully now that he’s lost that privelege. But he’s not a jerk. He’s just a person.

Sophie, on the other hand, really isn’t happy with the idea that he has to get used to wanting to be with her. Which is also understandable! Both sides make sense.

Sophie also changes considerably as the series goes on, but it’s not just that she gravitates more towards keefe—lots of things change. She grows up. She speaks up more for herself. She attaches more to the role of the Moonlark as well. Positive AND negative things. She just changes, and understandably so. Also, a person developing an attraction to someone they previously saw as a friend isn’t necessarily fan service—it’s actually a very common thing that happens in real life, and early on in the books, it’s shown that she cares a LOT for keefe, even if she isn’t thinking about it romantically at that time, so it’s not surprisingly that as they got older and their relationship developed she ended up developing romantic feelings for him. Even if that meant her old crush faded.

It just feels……unfair to Sophie’s character to point out the fact that she didn’t used to have a crush on keefe and use it as evidence that sokeefe is contrived. Because sometimes, feelings develop? Sometimes feelings that weren’t even there before? ESPECIALLY at that age!!!

As for keefe, he’s changing all over the place, too. His awful coping mechanisms are the same, but as normal he’s going through a lot with his villain mother being creepy all the time and telling him to embrace the change and he becomes more secretive, quieter, and in unlocked even tries to stop speaking altogether because of the new abilities. He becomes more desperate and reckless from neverseen to stellarlune because he feels like he just has to do something. He did change, it just didn’t have as much impact on the romance arc because he started out in love with Sophie and ended in love with Sophie.

So like I think the way everything went down was very realistic. Something that might have not always mattered to much to Fitz started to matter more as a direct result of specific plot events. Sophie began to develop romantic attraction towards someone she’d cared for deeply for the majority of the series. And keefe was dealing with all this other crap and also trying to be there for his friends at the same time.

It………it’s called……….character development

did you hear that fItZ AnD sOpHiE cHaNgEd FoR sOkEeFe bUt KeEfE dIdN't

oH mY gOoDnEsS wHaT

Honestly all the characters changed because they had character arcs because multiple years have passed because THIS BOOK SERIES IS LONG

And as the characters changed the main character developed a different romantic interest

Like uhhhh that doesn’t mean the characters got changed FOR THE SHIP like have y’all never heard of character arcs

Fitz’s character arc has absolutely nothing to do with sokeefe 😭😭

And Keefe’s character IS changing which has NOTHING TO DO WITH SOKEEFE EITHER

believe it or not sophie is changing as well. Might have something to do with the fact that she started out as twelve and is now almost sixteen

Sorry some people are unhappy with the romantic decision their main character made but don’t blame it on the character arcs 😭😭

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #sophie foster #fitz vacker

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shuffleoflove · 3 years ago

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okay ashlyn having a crush on val is totally normal and healthy and i'm thrilled ashlyn is queer but ashlyn is 16 and val is a college student so can we please not ship them okay thanks xx

#like having a crush on someone older than you is totally normal especially at that age #but if val were to reciprocate 🤨🤨 nah that'd be gross #trust me i'm around val's age and 16 year olds are literally children acsgdgdg #just a psa #lova's terrible posts #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #ashlyn caswell #val hsmtmts #hsmtmts s3 #hsmtmts spoilers #hot takes from east high

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kiwixlime · 3 years ago

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Say It Louder

V is for Virgin

It’s a post-apocalyptic world. Relationships are hard to maintain. Of course, it doesn’t help that you’re crushing on your dad’s best friend. But what your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Age difference, loss of virginity (reader), daddy kink, unprotected p-in-v (it’s the end of the world), oral (f receiving), fluff, teasing, dirty talk bc i can’t resist, joel is gentle but also fucking feral, angst of course, touch of violence at the end lmao. Potential for this to turn into a series. Please do not engage if this topic is uncomfortable for you. In this, reader is 21, but I understand it’s still not everyone’s cup of tea. Do not feel obligated to read!

Nighttime in Jackson is surprisingly lively. You indeed have nothing to compare it to. But from what you’ve experienced in your 21 years on Earth, growing up in this doomsday scenario, nightlife in your town just feels right. It feels normal. At least, what you think normal would be.

There’s a bar where the residents like to hang out after long grueling days. Many of the patrol groups gather after their shifts are over to relax and mingle, comparing gruesome stories or funny instances. Your dad tells you it’s like the old days when he’d get off work and meet his buddies at a place in the city. You have no idea what that’s like, but the fondness in his eyes is enough for you to know it’s a good thing.

So you’ve come to enjoy spending time at the bar with everyone. You like to be social, and put yourself out there to get to know others. Especially the guys. Of course, you’ve built yourself up a reputation by doing this.

You’re a young girl, you’re flirtatious, and for a while, you were a little boy crazy. So people started to talk. Whispers of you being a slut made their way around town. But you knew the truth. You haven’t done anything with any of these boys.

They’re all immature assholes in your eyes. They don’t deserve you. And on top of that, your heart yearns for someone else. A man.

Granted, he’s your father’s best friend. So he’s totally off-limits. But that doesn’t stop you from admiring him. Or thinking about him in ways your father would not approve of. It doesn’t even stop you from flirting with him from time to time.

But honestly, how could anyone ignore a guy like Joel Miller? He is literally the most attractive man you’ve ever met. And it’s not just his looks, even though his eyes are dreamy and his physique is downright sinful. His maturity is part of what makes him sexy. He’s above and beyond any of the guys you’ve dated in the past.

And yeah, you fell hard. You feel lucky that you get to spend so much time with Joel, even if it’s because of your father. You’ve gotten to know the older man somewhat well, and you have a pretty decent relationship with him. He’s not blind to your flirting, indulging you sometimes, and writing it off as a silly little crush. But deep down you think he knows he’s fueling this fire. You think he likes the attention you provide.

You’ve never seen Joel with another woman. You were always curious to know why, but a quick discussion with Ellie once told you that he’d never been interested in anyone. You find that hard to believe, but you don’t question it. If no one’s caught his eye before, maybe you can be the first. It’d be an honor.

You think you have a bit of a head start already. Sure, you’re young and naive. But you know when a guy is into you. Most of them don’t hide it very well. And you’ve noticed Joel’s eyes lingering on you on more than one occasion. You just have to crack him. It can’t be that hard.

Currently, you’re strolling down the streets of Jackson, heading to the bar where you know your dad is probably hanging out with Joel for the night. You’re wearing one of your cutest outfits, a light lavender sundress that ties at your shoulders, hugs your waist, and flows out at the bottom reaching mid-thigh. You feel beautiful in this dress. Just something about it lifts your spirits.

So of course you’d wear it to encounter the man of your dreams.

When you enter the building, you spot your father immediately. He’s sitting at one of the tables with Joel and Tommy, speaking animatedly while they listen and laugh along. Your focus stays on Joel, smiling a little as he smiles. Wow. You could stare at him forever.

To your delight, Joel’s the first one to notice you, jaw dropping a little as his eyes rake over your body. He bites his tongue when you catch him staring, a sly grin spreading over your perfect lips. You’re too cute for your own good and you know it, which makes it even worse. Joel shakes his head and looks back at your father, nodding in your direction.

Your father turns in his chair and smiles brightly at you. He waves you over with his hand. “Pumpkin!” He exclaims, calling you out by his favorite nickname for you.

You cross to their table with a little bounce in your step and notice as Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat. You smirk, knowing his discomfort is a direct result of the way your body fills out the dress, maybe jiggling a little in all the right places. Good, you have his attention.

Stopping when you reach them, you lean over to wrap your arms around your father’s neck. You give him a quick hug, pecking him on the cheek. “Hi, daddy,” you say happily as you stare Joel down.

Your poor father, unaware of what his sweet daughter is thinking, grins at your greeting. “Hey, sweetie, what are you doing here?”

You shrug, pulling away from and drawing your gaze away from Joel to look at your dad. “I was wondering when you planned on heading home? I’m going to Violet's for a little while and I didn’t want you to worry.”

He looks at you, feeling proud, grabbing your hand before turning to the guys. “Such a good kid, isn’t she?” He asks, his words genuine. You smile shyly at the two men, tongue slipping between your lips as you look at Joel.

It’s like he knows exactly what you want with the way he stares at your lips. Your filthy thoughts are practically leaking from your pretty little head as you hover around them. You want Joel to agree with your father. Yes, you want him to say. You are such a good girl. The fantasy makes your body run warm and you have to look away before they see you blush.

“I’ll be home in a little bit,” your father says. “Don’t worry about me. Have fun with Violet. And behave!” He adds, knowing you have a tendency to get the poor girl in trouble. What can you say? You’re a bad influence.

You nod your head politely, giving him a sweet smile. He accepts the gesture and turns, but you let your gaze linger, eyes lighting up when you and Joel catch a glance at one another. His jaw is tense as you wink, swiveling on your heels so your little dress twirls, riding up the tiniest bit so he can see a flash of your white cotton panties. You don’t look back as you prance out of the bar, knowing in your heart that Joel Miller has to sit the rest of the time he’s with your father hiding a boner.

Your mood only brightens when you get to Violet’s. She knows about your obsession with Joel, and honestly, it scares her. She’s more sheltered than you, and she definitely worries more. Every time you talk lustfully about the older man her anxious brain spins into a tizzy.

You’re surprised she’s even friends with you. God knows her life would be so much easier, and way less stressful if you weren’t in it. On the other hand, it’d probably be, like, super boring as well.

On her bed, you talk about what life would be like outside of Jackson while she reads the same book she’s read twelve times already. It’s funny how she’s come to be your best friend. The two of you are complete opposites, but that’s why you work together so well.

She flips through the pages but listens to you as you talk about getting away from here, heading for the beach or someplace tropical. Every once in a while she’ll chime in on how dangerous it could be starting somewhere new, but you think you could take on that challenge.

“What about you?” You ask her, rolling to the other side of the bed, meeting her where she sits on the floor. “If you could leave Jackson, would you?”

She places her bookmark to save her page and sets her book down. She looks off in thought before turning her attention to you. “I’m not sure,” she says quietly. “We’re safe here. I know it gets boring, but I like it. I like my home and I like the weather.”

You nod, understanding her reasonings. But you crave excitement. You crave adventure. If you could get with Joel…

“I think I’m gonna do it,” you say, shifting so you’re on your back. You stare up at her ceiling, sighing dreamily.

“Oh, no,” she groans. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna tell Joel how I feel,” you state with finality. “Yeah, I’m just gonna tell him that I like him. That I want him. And see what happens.”

“That is such a bad idea,” she cringes, hiding her face behind her hands. “Oh my god, you cannot do that! What would your father say?”

“Who says he has to know?” You scoff. “I don’t tell him everything.”

“I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” she says, internally panicking. You’re thinking of what Joel’s lips feel like and she’s thinking about how this could destroy the town. “What do you even see in him? He’s the same age as your dad!”

“So?” You snap, glaring down at her. “He’s hot and funny and charming.” Your words come out in a breathy sigh. “I bet he has a big dick.”

Violet squeals and grabs a pillow off her bed, hiding her embarrassed face. You can’t help but laugh, sliding down off the bed so you’re sitting next to her. She mumbles something into the pillow, and your giggles get louder. When she pulls away, her face is beet red. “I can’t believe you’re a virgin,” she whispers.

You shrug your shoulders as your thoughts drift off to Joel. “Maybe not for long.”

A few days later, you find yourself upstairs in your room, dying from the summer heat. You were outside listening to an old iPod you found until the sun became too much, then you had to head indoors. Now, you’re on your bed, writing down your thoughts of the day in your journal.

The previous pages are all filled with thoughts on Joel. Unfortunately, you haven’t had any alone time with him recently. So much to Violet’s relief, you haven’t told him your feelings. Yet.

But there’s hope. You know your father is supposed to meet with him today. And you know Joel has a habit of showing up earlier than expected when your dad isn't around. You have a theory that he does it so he can see you. But you’ve never tested it. Until now.

As if on cue, there’s a loud knock on your front door, followed by Joel’s deep voice. “Hello? Joseph, are you here?”

Excitement flows through you and you slam your journal shut, shoving it beneath your pillow. You quickly wipe the sweat from your forehead before calling out to him. “He’s not home yet!” You yell. “I’m upstairs!”

For whatever reason, Joel takes that as an invitation and decides to follow the sound of your voice. He cautiously climbs the stairs as he heads for your room. Oh, he knows he shouldn’t be up here. Curiosity killed the cat.

But satisfaction brought it back.

He enters your room, stunned when he sees you on your bed, hair up high in a messy bun to keep off your neck. A white tank top hugs your top half, leaving little to the imagination. Beads of sweat drip down your chest, beneath the flimsy fabric, gliding down between the valley of your breasts hidden where he can barely see. The shorts you wear certainly have an effect on him and he has to force his eyes elsewhere.

Dangerous, he has put himself in a dangerous situation here. “Uh, hey,” he says, avoiding eye contact and glancing around your room.

“You here for my dad?” You ask innocently, staring at him in the hopes he’ll look at you again.

Joel nods. “I’m a bit early,” he trails off.

You smile to yourself. You already knew that. He’s here to see you.

“You’ve been coming over a lot,” you point out, and that grabs his attention. He raises an eyebrow in confusion, wondering where you’re going with this statement. “And it seems like you come earlier and earlier each time,” you say. You watch his chest rise as he takes in a deep breath. “You’re here to see me, aren’t you?”

“What?” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “N-no.” You don’t miss the slight stutter in his voice. Oh, this is too good.

“Relax, old man,” you tease with a shake of your head. “I’m just fucking with you.”

He seems to calm down a little, rolling his eyes. “Should have known,” he snorts under his breath, but you still hear it.

“Excuse me?” You challenge him.

“Well, you know,” he mumbles in his smooth southern accent.

You feign annoyance, glaring at him. “Oh, so you believe everything you hear?” You ask harshly.

Joel huffs in disbelief. “You tellin’ me you ain’t the promiscuous little princess this whole town thinks you are?” His eyes bore into yours and damn it if your stomach doesn’t flutter with butterflies with how he stares you down.

“I know my reputation, Joel,” you say with a grin, squirming under his smoldering eyes. “People start rumors, rumors spiral out of control, sometimes it’s easier to roll with it than fight it. But I’m a virgin,” you confess and giggle at the way his eyes widen. “Yeah, that’s right,” you confirm as realization crosses his face.

The confession takes him off guard. And, admittedly, it makes him hot. He’s heard rumors about you, everyone has. And like the rest, he just assumed those rumors were true. You had notoriety about you, and even though it wasn’t the most flattering, it was intriguing. But this? Knowing you’re really just some innocent girl everyone wants, but no one’s had… That’s… That’s hot.

“Uh, really?” He coughs, trying to keep his interest in your sexuality concealed. Christ, you are his best friend’s daughter. You are totally and completely off limits. He shouldn’t even be having this discussion with you.

But then you smirk at him, blink those dazzling eyes and say things that drive his mind wild. “Yeah,” you whisper, voice dripping with suggestion. “Why? You want to change that?”

“W-what?” He stammers, feeling his heart nearly leap from his chest.

You sigh, sitting up so your knees press into the mattress. “Isn’t it obvious?” You ask as you lean forward a bit, using your arms to frame your chest and showing off your cleavage, glistening with sweat. “I want you, Joel, I have for a while,” you finally admit.

He shifts awkwardly, feeling his jeans get tighter the longer you look at him. He’s known you have a thing for him. You’re not exactly subtle. But this? This little admission is almost too much. Your father could arrive at any time. “Are you crazy?” He whispers.

“Oh, come on,” you roll your eyes. “I see the way you look at me. I’m not the only one feeling…something.”

Joel shakes his head, face turning crimson. Fuck, he’s got to get out of here. He’s got to get away from you before he says, or does, something he’ll definitely fucking regret.

You pout, slinking back onto your mattress. “You don’t like the idea of being my first?”

You say that and he bites back a groan, taking in a deep shaky breath. Of course, he likes the idea. He loves the idea. To know that he’d be the only man who has touched you, who has made you cum, who has heard your pretty moans of want. It’s such a hot fantasy. But he can’t. He won’t. It’s worth repeating, that you are the daughter of his best friend. And you’re so young.

But he can’t help but wonder.

“Why me?” He asks, hesitantly. “Why now? You’re an attractive, young girl. I know you’ve had boyfriends.”

“No one’s been worthy,” you say with total honesty.

This makes Joel laugh. Hard. “Wait, you’re telling me you think no one’s been worthy of sleeping with you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” you answer him. “Why?”

“Nothing,” he chuckles, still trying to wrap his brain around this entire conversation.

“Guys my age have proven time and time again why they don’t deserve me,” you tell him with sincerity.

“And I do?” He asks, clearly flattered by the thought.

“Don’t you?” You say quietly.

Just then, you hear the back door of your house open, meaning your dad is finally home. Bummer, just when things were getting interesting. You frown, knowing this is the end of your conversation.

Joel looks panicked like he’s trying to figure out an escape from your bedroom. It’s cute how nervous he is. But you hold your hand up, telling him to calm down.

“Hey, kid! Where are ya?” Your dad yells, voice booming through the house.

You bring a finger to your lips, suggesting Joel be quiet and let you take the lead. He looks annoyed but does as you say, standing completely still. “I’m upstairs!” You call out, getting off your bed. You motion for Joel to follow.

You know your dad will ask if the older man is around. So the best you can do is distract him long enough so Joel can sneak out of your room and out of your house. Should be easy.

“Can you come here, pumpkin?” Your dad asks.

You look at Joel and hold his gaze, smiling wickedly. “Coming, daddy!” You yell in response and see Joel’s eyes darken. You give him a wink before heading downstairs to meet your father, ready to play dumb.

He greets you with a smile and a small hug. “Has Joel come by yet?” He questions.

You shake your head. “Nope, haven’t seen him,” you lie. “But oh! Have you seen my flowers? They’re already blooming!” You say excitedly and drag your father out towards the backyard.

Joel listens and waits for you two to leave before he tiptoes downstairs and heads outside. Once on the porch, he takes a few moments to collect himself before knocking on the front door. Get it together, man, he thinks.

Your father hears the knocks from the other side of the house and heads back in to greet his friend. You follow along innocently, leaving behind your garden. Inside, you stand behind your father as he speaks to Joel.

The other man tries to pay attention to his friend, but it’s nearly impossible when you’re idling there, licking your lips, and fanning yourself due to the heat. He can see your tank top sticking to your sweaty skin and for a second thinks you’d feel so much better if he took it off for you.

Fuck, no. He can’t think like that.

But, shit, it would be so fucking hot. And as you bite down on your bottom lip, he swears he’s going to explode. What he wouldn’t give to be the one biting that lip.

“I’m going back upstairs,” you say in a bored tone, bringing him back to life. “Let me know if you need anything!” You sing out.

Your father bids you goodbye as he ushers Joel into the kitchen. He follows your dad, but can’t stop himself from checking out your ass as you leave. You are trouble.

Luck’s been your friend lately. After a couple more run-ins with Joel, you’re standing here in his weapons class with Violet, watching him intently. You’re not the only girl with eyes for him, and you have to admit that it annoys you. Violet finds it humorous, though.

There are girls your age blatantly flirting with him and he doesn’t push them away. He doesn’t exactly pay attention to it, either. But it’s enough to piss you off. If there were any cute guys in this class, you’d throw yourself at them just to show Joel how it feels. But alas, it’s mostly women.

And those women, the ones his age, you worry about them. You don’t know if, after all this, Joel sees you as some stupid kid. Maybe he doesn’t take you seriously. Maybe you’re just embarrassing yourself by flirting with him. The thought breaks your heart. Some of these women are gorgeous. You wouldn’t blame him for wanting one of them instead of you.

But you’re not going to back down. Yes, you joined this class because your father made you. He said you could learn a lot from Joel and you needed to know the basics of weapons to keep yourself safe. However, you’ve been sticking around just so you can be closer to the man who plagues all of your thoughts.

“Um, Joel?” You speak up, catching his attention immediately. The group of girls surrounding also turn around, disgusted by your interruption. “I need some help,” you say.

He could ignore you and go back to teaching the class. But where’s the fun in that? Instead, he passes instructions over to Jesse and leaves the jealous girls in favor of you. Violet groans and excuses herself, not willing to participate in whatever you have planned. She’s far too shy for this.

“What is it you need?” Joel asks, his voice deep and rough as he stands behind you.

You decide to get a little brave and place your handgun on the workbench in front of you. Sighing, you lean back, feeling Joel tense as you press yourself against him. His hand finds your hip, instinctively holding onto you. “I’m just not sure I’m doing this right,” you frown, cocking your head to the side.

Joel’s warm breath fans across your now exposed neck and it takes everything in his power to not just lean down and kiss your glowing skin. Instead, he squeezes your hip harder and angles his body around you to see what you’re doing. “Don’t know how to handle a gun?” He grunts, and you don’t miss the suggestive undertone in his words.

“I told you,” you laugh innocently. “I’m a virgin, Mr. Miller.”

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath, dropping his hand from your body. He moves to stand next to you, but you already felt his hardness pressing into you. He glares down at you, shooting you a warning. “Behave,” he whispers.

“I’m always on my best behavior,” you tell him, flipping your hair over your shoulder. It’s blatant flirtation, and anyone who looks at you can see it, but you find it hard to care. He’s so close and he smells so good and he’s so warm. God, he’s perfect. “Like remember the other day?” You ask. “In my room?”

“Nothin’ happened in your room,” he snaps, glancing around to make sure no one heard you.

“I know,” you tell him. “Because I was on my best behavior.”

“Listen,” Joel interjects, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to a more suitable location without prying eyes. “You’ve gotta stop,” he says, but you can hear the hesitancy in his voice. “You’re young. You don’t know what you want.”

Annoyed, you step into him, pressing your chest to his. His breath hitches, but he doesn’t move away. No, he lets you invade his personal space. “I know I want you,” you whisper, trailing your fingertips along his chest. “And I think you want me, too.”

“I can’t,” he says darkly, grabbing you by the wrist. “Do you have any idea what your dad would do to me?” He hisses, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding. Fuck, it would be so easy to just grab you and kiss you right here, pin you to the side of the barn and take you the way you want; the way he wants. But he has to be a better man. He has to.

“But,” you pout, looking up at him. “Do you know what I could do to you?”

Joel groans, dropping his head against yours. You close your eyes and tilt your chin up. His lips are so close to yours. If you just step on your tiptoes, you could kiss him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. “You wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Stunned, you stand frozen as Joel kisses your forehead and walks away from you. You’d be offended if that situation didn’t send warmth buzzing through your stomach. He’s teasing you and, as frustrating as it is, you take it as a good sign.

The next night, your father is on watchtower duty with one of the other town leaders. It’s not his favorite job in Jackson, but he only has to do it every so often. So it’s rare you have nights alone. He bid you goodnight before leaving, making sure you had food for the night. He still treats you like his little girl and you’re thankful for that. But it does make it harder for you sometimes. You never want to disappoint him.

You think about Joel and wonder what he’s doing tonight. Ellie’s been spending a lot of time with her friends. Joel’s told you before that she’s rarely home. He misses her, but he’s happy she’s putting herself out there. You would bet tonight she’s probably off with her little group, meaning Joel’s most likely home alone.

The smart thing to do would be to let it go. Just stay home, be the good girl your dad thinks you are. But your brain won’t shut up. Knowing Joel is just within reach and that you could actually be alone with him is the only thing you can focus on. You’ve got it bad.

“Just do it,” you murmur to yourself. “If he turns you away, he turns you away. At least you tried.” Your little pep talk gives you the energy you’re looking for and you decide to leave your house, opening your door to the darkness of the night.

Before you even have the chance to step out onto your porch, you bump into something, or rather, someone. You look up at the figure towering over you, heart skipping a beat at those familiar hazel eyes. “Joel,” you breathe. “What are you doing here?”

He looks ashamed, head down low like he’s afraid to make eye contact as he speaks. “I know your dad is workin’ the tower tonight,” he mumbles. “Thought I’d come check on you.”

The fluttering in your chest increases at his words. And the longer you stare at him, the more flustered you get. You know why he’s here. He’s finally done pushing you away. “That’s very kind of you,” you say softly, biting down on your lip.

He watches your every movement, slowly taking in every part of you from the knee-high socks to the sleep shorts to the baggy shirt that covers your beautiful body. When his gaze reaches your lips, you let out an involuntary sigh. He swallows the lump in his drying throat and steps closer to you, one foot at a time.

Your pink lips are parted in uncertainty, glittering eyes shining up at him intrusively. Under the cloudy porch light, you look like a doll, handcrafted to perfection. And you want him. Why? More importantly, why can’t he accept that? You’re stunning and he’s being his own personal cockblock.

A breath leaves your lips, and you open your mouth to speak, but before any words can come out, Joel’s wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into him. His warm lips crash against yours, aggressively kissing you, walking you back into your house. All coherent thoughts fly out the window as you kiss him back, savoring the feeling, sliding your arms across his neck, and pushing yourself up on your tippy toes.

He pulls away for only a second to catch a breath before claiming your lips again, trailing his tongue lightly over your bottom lip. It’s such an intense feeling that shoots pleasure down to your core. And with your lips parted, you accept his tongue, finally tasting him.

In all the kisses you’ve had with the many boys of Jackson, you’ve never felt like this. Joel’s mouth molds against yours with passion and his rough beard tickles your sensitive skin. He kisses you deeply, fiercely, like his life depends on it; like you’re a drug and he’s an addict. You’ve never felt so desired.

Even when you see black spots form behind your eyelids at the lack of air you’re getting, you can’t pull away from him. You don’t want to. You want to die just like this, smothered by his kisses.

But he can feel you struggling against him, and he laughs lightly, breaking the kiss so you can gasp for air. Your cheeks are flushed, eyes glazed over, and Joel wishes he had a camera so he could capture this image forever. He waits quietly for you to regain your balance, and when you give him a confident smile, he kisses you again.

No words are said as you jump up in his arms, feeling his hands grab your thighs to steady you. He holds you up, shutting the door behind him with his foot. Lips still attached, he carries you up the stairs to your bedroom, a place he’s been dreaming of.

He walks over to your bed, dropping you down before quickly closing your door. He wastes no time sauntering back over to you, crawling over your panting body. His hand reaches up, cupping your face so delicately.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” He asks and there’s a determination in his eyes that you’ve never seen before.

“More than anything,” you answer without flinching. You’re confident in knowing what you want. And he finally accepts that.

Joel nods and kisses your lips and up to your ear before whispering the hottest thing you've ever heard. “Darlin’, I’m gonna fuck you so good, it’ll ruin you for other men.”

“Please,” you whine, eyes lidded, body writhing and hot, desperate for his touch.

He props himself up with one hand, the other trailing down the curve of your body, stopping at the hem of your shirt. He looks at you and you nod, giving him the permission he needs. As slow as possible, he pushes the dark green fabric up, gradually revealing your gleaming skin. He shuffles down your body, settling between your legs, kissing the exposed area of your stomach.

You let out such a pretty noise as his wet lips follow where he continues to push up your shirt. You grab the cotton in your hand, holding it just below your breasts as Joel continues his soft grazes over the expanse of your tummy. Exhaling deeply, your body twitches when you feel the brush of his beard against your hand.

“Let it go, baby girl,” he says in a low voice. Your shaking hand drops the hem of your shirt as your mind ignites at the pet name. Bliss takes over as Joel sits up, pulling you with him so he can remove your top completely.

A grunt leaves his lips as he looks you over, lips pressing against yours again as he pushes you back down onto the mattress. You melt into him as he takes over once more, kissing down your neck, gently biting you just enough to give you pleasure, but not too hard to leave a mark. Your hands don’t know what else to do but rest on his shoulder and the back of his neck as he claims you.

“Joel,” you whisper, and the way you say his name, full of lust and need, makes his gut clench. How could he have resisted you for so long? It doesn’t matter now. He has you beneath him and he intends on making you feel amazing.

His rough hands snake up your body as he kisses his way down your chest, tasting your salty skin, licking up the sweat line that’s formed between your pretty tits. Soft gasps pour out of you and it’s the sweetest melody he’s ever heard. He can only imagine how gorgeous you’ll sound when he’s actually fucking you.

“So pretty,” Joel murmurs, pressing wet, opened mouth kisses to your breast while his hand cups the other. “Fuckin’ stunning,” he corrects himself.

Your body arches from the bed, leaning into his every touch. Emotions you have never experienced before present themselves in colors behind your eyelids, reds, and purples of passion, warm oranges, and golds the way Joel makes you feel safe. And sounds you’ve never made come out loudly when his hot mouth encloses around your nipple, sucking tenderly while his calloused fingers pinch the other.

That fervor builds inside of you and excitement takes over. Joel feels you squirm beneath him and smiles at how receptive you are. And he’s only just started.

He pulls his mouth away and looks up at you. “Feel good?” He teases to which you nod. “Good.” He licks his lips and drops his gaze down to your shorts. He wants to take his time with you, make you feel good, and give you the experience you deserve. But the desire pulsing through his veins is eager. “Can I take these off?” He asks, snapping the band of your shorts.

“If you take your shirt off,” you smile, greedily grabbing for his chest.

“I guess that’s only fair,” he chuckles, sitting up slightly to pull the shirt over his head. He tosses it to the floor and leans back over you, your chest flush against his. He kisses your lips sweetly as he traces circles through the fabric of your shorts. “Now can I?”

“Yes,” you breathe, lifting your hips so he can pull your bottoms off. He sits back on his heels, lifting your legs, and kissing your skin as he rolls down your socks, too. His hands soothe over the goosebumps that form on your thighs before settling his body between them.

“Are you okay?” He questions, sliding those hands up to your panties. “We can stop--”

“Please, don’t,” you groan, frustrated and flustered.

Joel laughs and kisses your inner thigh. You tense for a second and then relax, looking down at him. He does it again, this time using his teeth to nip at the sensitive spot he’s discovered. He feels comfortable enough sucking a bruise into your flesh here. No one else will see.

Your hands grip the bed sheets next to you, mind racing, swirling with a million different thoughts, unable to focus on just one. No one’s ever been this close to you. And no one has ever made you feel so weak yet so strong.

“I want to taste you, darlin’,” Joel mumbles into your skin. For a second, you forget how to speak. You never thought you’d hear those words come from Joel. But they sound so good and he sounds desperate, even. “Will you let me, baby girl? Will you let me taste your pretty pussy?”

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, nodding your head furiously. “Yes, Joel,” you groan. “Please.”

“I’ve been dreaming of this moment, princess,” he tells you with a slight blush. His fingers dip into the band of your panties, slowly pulling them down. “Been dreaming of my head between your thighs, my tongue inside you. I used to be jealous of those guys you were with. How silly of me.”

His little confession sends your brain into another dimension. You can’t believe he just said that. Oh, but you were right. He does have feelings for you.

And he’s proving it to you by kissing up your thighs, taking his time to taste and explore every part of you. You whimper at every touch, eager for him to take you, make you his. But he’s moving so slow, you can barely stand it.

“Baby,” he coos, holding your thighs in place to stop you from thrashing around. “Relax,” he grins. “I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.”

“I need it,” you whine, trying to buck your hips up. “Please, Joel. I’ve waited s-so long.”

“And you can wait a little longer,” he teases, pushing himself up slightly. He brings two fingers to your lips, pressing into the soft flesh. “Open,” he orders. “Suck on my fingers.”

You groan and part your lips as Joel demands, sucking the two digits into your mouth. His eyes darken as your tongue rolls over them, getting them nice and wet with your saliva. You’re an enthusiastic one, trying to take them deeper. That cute little mouth of yours begins to drool around his hand.

“Good girl,” he praises as you moan around him. The sounds you make are so adorable and the light suction of your lips feels so sweet. He can admit now that he’s imagined what those lips would feel like wrapped around his cock. Given the way you’re trying to deepthroat his fingers, he knows you’ll be a greedy little cockslut. But that’s for another time. Right now, it’s all about you. “You’re doing so well,” he hums.

He pulls his fingers from your lips and you watch him as he slides them between your legs. You tense up, nerves taking over until Joel kisses you. He’s gentle, pressing a finger to your entrance once your rigid body unwinds.

“Oh!” You gasp as your body curves against the mattress, absorbing the feeling of Joel’s finger. You’ve touched yourself before, but nothing can compare to the caress of another person. And for it to be Joel is on a whole new level. Yes, you’ve pursued him, but you never imagined he’d be here, in your room, slipping his finger in and out of your cunt.

“Sound so sexy, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his finger through your slit, gathering your slick before pushing it back into you. He’s mesmerized by you, by the way your legs spread for him, overwhelmed with the notion that he’s your first. He’s the only man who’s touched you like this.

It’s sick, a little bit, the fact that he enjoys corrupting you. He likes the way your pretty little cunt squeezes around his finger. He likes that when he adds a second one, a heavy moan rips from your throat, a sound he’s sure no one else has heard before. He likes watching as his two fingers pump in and out of your virgin pussy demanding your juices leak out of you.

He loves the way you writhe beneath him, your hands pushing up against your pillows for something to hold on to while he finger fucks you quickly. He loves the way your perfect tits bounce from the force of his motions, knowing that your messy behavior is because he’s making you feel things no man has.

“J-Joel,” you stutter, grinding your hips down against his hand. “I-I need it,” you mewl. “Fuck, I need…”

“Tell me,” he growls, rotating his wrist until his fingers find that tender spot inside of you. The little moan you let out at his discovery is so fucking hot that he doesn’t hesitate to brush over that bundle of nerves over and over. “Tell me what you need, baby girl. And I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you fuckin’ want.”

“Oh, my god,” you choke, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to enhance every sensation rippling through your body. “I want y-you to…” You trail off as your words fail you. Your eyes roll back as Joel curls his fingers inside your wet cunt. “F-fuck,” you whimper.

He almost feels bad for teasing you, but watching your body fall apart beneath him is so satisfying. “Aw, poor girl,” he shakes his head. “You want me to lick your pussy, is that it? Huh? You want my tongue buried inside you?”

You nod, biting your lip so hard you taste metallic on your tongue. “Yes, yes,” you groan.

He doesn’t say anything, situating himself between your legs until you can feel his hot breath clash against your core. He doesn’t spare another second, bringing your legs over his shoulders and flicking his tongue through your sopping folds. You can’t contain the sounds you make at the feeling of his intrusion.

You can barely look down at him, too aroused that Joel Miller, a known leader in Jackson, a friend of your father, a respected citizen, is eating you out with fervor. His wet tongue feels so heavenly as it laps up your juices you have to resist the urge to squeeze your thighs around his head.

But you’ve never been in this position before. You don’t know how to act as he plunges his tongue inside of you, licking at your dripping core with desperation. The sounds he makes as he buries his face into your cunt are feral and you can’t stop yourself from grinding into him.

He accepts it, moaning as your taste coats his tongue. He wraps his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, and you yelp, shooting your hands to his hair. You grab onto his graying strands, tugging hard as you lose yourself in the feeling. You can tell just how wet you are from the slurping sounds Joel makes mouthing your pussy.

You sigh in ecstasy as his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks lightly, moaning into you and sending vibrations up your spine. It’s such an unfamiliar pleasure, but you feel so lucky that Joel’s treating you right. You knew waiting for him would be worth it.

“Fuck, Joel,” you moan. “Feels so good. Don’t stop,” you breathe, and as soon as you say it, he stops.

You whine, propping yourself up on your elbows as Joel tears his face away from you. His beard is damp with your slick and his smile is lazy, he looks drugged up, almost. It’s kind of hot he got so turned on just by eating you out.

“Why’d you stop?” You frown and it’s so adorable, Joel can’t resist crawling back up to your lips. Your breath hitches as he leans in to kiss you, eyes closing when your lips meet. You taste yourself on his lips, and it’s so fucking seductive that you bring your hand to his neck to deepen the kiss.

“You taste good, don’t you?” He smirks, licking his lips. “Mm, I wish we had more time,” he admits. “I’d love to have you ride my face. Suffocate me with these gorgeous thighs. Cum all over my tongue.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you whimper, running your hands over his chest. “Don’t tease me,” you huff.

“Next time,” he grins and slides off the bed gracefully. You watch as he undoes his jeans, sliding them down his legs with his briefs following them.

Your eyes widen at his naked body, impressed at how well he’s kept in shape. Even more, impressed by his size. You lick your lips absentmindedly as a thought pops into your head. But it’s like Joel can read your mind because before you say anything, he’s back on top of you.

“We can save that for next time, too,” he winks.

“You want there to be a next time?” You ask him, suddenly feeling shy.

“Of course,” he says before spitting into his hand and wrapping it around his dick. “You said it already. You know how I feel about you.”

“You like me,” you tease, spreading your legs and welcoming him between them. “So naughty of you, Mr. Miller.”

“Says the girl about to get fucked by her father’s friend,” he points out and your face heats up. “Are you ready for me, darlin’?” He asks for the last time.

You nod desperately. “Fuck me, please.”

“God, that’s hot,” he groans and eases himself into you. You let out a little whimper, and Joel softly kisses your cheek. “Shh, it’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel so good. Don’t worry.”

“Uh huh,” you whisper, biting your lip to hold back any sounds. He rubs comforting circles into your hips as he slowly pushes half of his cock in and out of you. You feel the pressure, appreciative that he’s going at a pace comfortable for you. You want more, but you’re almost afraid to ask. You don’t want to seem overly excited.

But Joel can hardly focus on anything else but the way your walls flutter around him. You’re so wet, so tight, so hot. Your pussy grips him so deliciously he nearly cums. He knew you’d feel fantastic, but he still wasn’t prepared for just how perfectly you fit him.

“Can I move?” He whispers, hoisting your leg up slightly so he can angle himself better. You nod, muttering out a quiet yeah. And he takes it slow, pushing the rest of the way into you. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he mumbles as you surround him.

“Joel,” you gasp, grabbing onto his shoulders. “Fuck, I--” Words blur together in your head, leaving you speechless and unable to think one single coherent thought. All you can feel is Joel inside of you, stretching you with his thick cock, filling you up in all the ways you desire. “Please, oh god,” you cry out with no idea what you’re pleading for.

“So tight, baby girl,” he moans, picking up the speed of his hips. “God damn, you feel so good. Can’t believe I tried to let you go.” He shakes his head, mentally calling himself an idiot. He could have missed out on this. Missed out the cute faces you make as he pumps into you, the pretty sounds that tumble past your lips. He could have missed out on the feeling of your slutty little cunt squeezing him so tight that he wants to fuck you forever.

“Ungh,” you let out the most pathetic whine, pushing your ass into him, taking him deeper. He feels incredible, so long and hard and hitting that spot that makes your insides burn with need. “Faster,” you pant, digging your nails into his shoulder. “Go faster, ugh, fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Joel grunts, thrusting into you nice and fast, hips hitting yours so hard you can hear the erotic sounds of his skin slapping against yours fill your room. “So fuckin’ hot,” he groans, pulling you against him. “And so needy. This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? To have a man fuck you senseless, take your virgin pussy all for himself.” He grins a wicked grin and moves his hand to your chest. “Mm, all behind daddy’s back.”

You roll your eyes at the comment and from the pleasure of Joel’s dick splitting you in half. That’s such a touchy subject, but you can’t lie, the fact that it’s practically forbidden makes it so damn alluring. You get off on secrets, obviously.

“Don’t,” you pout, wiggling your hips as a way of asking for more. Joel’s happy to oblige, feeling his release quickly approach. He holds you down by your hips, driving himself into you, claiming you all for himself.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He teases as you scrunch up your nose. “You’re so fuckin’ cute. And you’re takin’ me so well. Doin’ so good for daddy,” he chuckles.

“Fuck, shut up,” you groan, slapping his chest. “Don’t say that!”

“Say what?” He whispers, rolling his hips into yours. “Daddy?”

“Joel, I swear,” you breathe out in frustration.

“I think it’s kinda hot,” he says. “You’re mine now, you know that, right? My baby, my little fuck doll. It’s only fitting that I be your daddy.”

“I, fuck,” you whimper, hating how hot it sounds when he says that. Oh, this is so wrong.

“Come on, princess,” he moans low and dirty. “I know you wanna say it.”

You shake your head, feeling weak as your orgasm nears. You’re gonna cum. You’re gonna cum so hard all over Joel’s cock you can’t fucking believe it.

“Please?” He purrs, moving his hand down your body until his fingers find your swollen clit. “I’ll make you cum nice and hard if you say it. I know you want to, baby. It’s okay.”

His fingers slowly roll over your clit and that coupled with Joel’s cock stretching you and his heavy breathing in your ear makes you want to give in to his every desire. Your tummy tightens as that familiar feeling intensifies. Fuck, fuck. “Oh, god, daddy,” you moan in encouragement.

“Oof,” Joel smirks, rubbing your clit faster. “That’s my good girl. So fuckin’ sexy,” he tells you. “Now, say it louder.”

“Daddy, please!” You cry and that’s all it takes for you to cum, fucked happy for the first time by the man you really like. Joel works you through your climax, licking his lips as he feels you squirt all over his cock. Your warm juices cover him, and shit, it’s so sexy to watch you fall apart beneath him. And a sense of pride washes over him knowing he’s the first man to make you cum.

That thought is what tips him over the edge. He looks into your hazy eyes and lets go, releasing his load, filling your pussy with his hot cum. He shivers as he shoots into you, clenching his jaw to hold down his sounds. He swears he’s never cum that hard in his life.

For a moment, he just stares at you in your post-orgasm glow. Sweat makes your hair stick to your face, you wear such a weak smile, and your eyes are so droopy. You’re beautiful. You’re satiated. He made that happen.

“Wow,” he breathes and holds himself steady as he pulls out of you, wincing at the sensitivity. “That was…wow.”

“No regrets?” You ask with worry.

“None,” he answers quickly. “You?”

“Nope,” You giggle.

You happily roll over on top of Joel, dancing your fingers over his beard. He smiles and it’s so beautiful it makes you all warm inside. You lean in to kiss him, soft and slow this time. For now, you’re content. You never want him to leave.

Unfortunately, your luck can’t last forever. In your state of happiness, you don’t think that your father might be home soon. So when you suddenly hear his voice calling for you, your stomach sinks and you look at Joel in panic.

“Pumpkin, I’m home!” Your father shouts, announcing his return.

Joel hops out of your bed, tripping over the messed-up sheets to hurry and put his clothes on. You look around your room for something to slip into, grabbing your panties from the floor and then tearing through your blankets to find your nightshirt.

Just as you pull it over your head, your bedroom door opens and the smile falls from your father’s face. He stares in horror as Joel buttons his jeans, standing shirtless next to your bed that’s obviously been used. Red flashes before him as he looks at you, your messy hair and lack of pants. It all sinks in. And he loses control.

“Motherfucker,” he grumbles and lunges at Joel, grabbing the other man by the throat and knocking him to his knees. “I'll fucking kill you!” Your father screams, choking Joel with such force you can hear him gagging.

“Daddy, stop it!” You yell as tears well in your eyes. “Please!”

“You shut up!” Your father hisses, glaring daggers at you. God, what have you done? How could you do this to him? How could you do this to yourself? He’s so disappointed in you.

“Don’t hurt him,” you whimper, running over to try and pry your father’s hands off of Joel’s neck. He’s far too strong, you fear he might actually kill Joel right here in your room. “Stop, please!” You cry, pulling at his arm.

“Fucking pervert,” your dad spits and you watch with horror as Joel’s eyes flutter closed all while your father shouts. “You’re going to fucking pay for this.”

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DC Titans Jason Todd Imagine

Due to (y/n)’s devilish heritage, she is cursed with an inhuman appearance, one she struggles to hide. After traveling between worlds, she might have meet someone who could love her despite her appearance. But when (/n) accidently shows her true face to the young vigilante she fears she scared him away.

Once upon a time, a certain devilishly handsome angel and a normal mundane human woman spent a wild night together. It was a one time thing, though, or least it was supposed to be. Nine months later, the devilish angel found a seemingly normal babe on his doorstep. The angel took the child, raising it as his own. As the child grew, it was obvious it was the angle’s, sharing some of his God given powers. So the half angel half human child grew up being raised by the rebellious angel and his demon follower in his LA nightclub, until the child decided to go out into the world by themself and make something for themself.

That angel/human hybrid was you, (y/n) Morningstar. First, you decided to get as far away from your father as possible. It would be the only way to feel total emancipation, as you were sure your father would send someone, most likely one of your angelic family members, to keep tabs on you. You loved your father, but he was a bit of a helicopter parent, something no one would think was possible when meeting him. Anyway, you found yourself somewhere to put down your roots.

And this happened to San Francisco with the Teen Titans. Long story short, you met the team of teenage superheroes when they were on one of their missions in the city and helped them defeat the villain. Nightwing, the team’s leader, invented you to become a member which you gladly took. And now you had a new family of misfits just like yourself.

You got along well with the other Titan members. Kory was your go to when you needed some reassurance or a pick me up, her witty humor and caring nature helping to brighten your mood. Gar was your BFF, either watching old movies or gaming together while discussing all things considered nerdy and geeky. Rachel was like a sister to you, as you were able to bond over your shared devilish parental figures. Dick was a fantastic leader, always pushing you to be your best, helping you in training or other things. You got along with Dawn, Hank, Donna, and Rose well enough, but there was one Titans member that was different. The current Robin, Jason Todd.

He was somewhat of an enigma to you. He acted impulsively and was flirtatious, an overall thrill seeker. Yet you could sense that he was a tortured soul, with a unpleasant past that has resulted in his rebellious attitude and short temper. He had a darkness in him that he struggled to control, just like you. Maybe that’s what made you attracted to him.

Yes, you had a crush on Jason Todd, unbeknown to everyone. And you aimed to keep it that way. Especially as you knew there was a thing between Jason and Rose before you walked onto the scene.

It was useless, though. Jason just drew in you, from his snarky responses that left you struggling to stifle your laughter, to his ruthlessness when it came to fighting criminals. You’ve frequently found yourself sneaking him alcohol and into clubs to party despite him being underage. When Jason questioned you the first time you two had a drink together, you just told him, “I’m technically older than you, Jason. And what kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t pull a few strings for you.” Jason could only give a short chuckled and smirk before taking a swing from the the beer you bought, amused by your antics.

But like mentioned before, you had a darkside you struggled to control. It wasn’t your fault really; it was something you inherited from your father. You were cursed with a demonic face, characterized by charred red skin that tightly clung to your skull, exposing bits of muscle and teeth. It was horrifying, making you look like a monster. Sure, it came in handy when you wanted to terrorize someone, usually to get information or punish the guilty, but you could barely look at yourself in the mirror. Hence why you covered it up most of the time.

Usually you were able to effortless hide your terrifying demonic face. Unfortunately, when you were in emotional turmoil, it slipped. Like right now.

The team was on mission where they had to take down a huge crime lord that was fueling supplies to a unknown supervillain. The plan was to ambush him and his henchmen at a drop off location. Everything was going smoothly, until Jason disobeyed Dick’s orders, getting caught by the crime lord and his henchmen. It ended up in a giant fight, one that ended up with you and Jason in the middle of the cross hairs. Using your demon steel knives, you dodged and weaved past the fists, bats, metal rods, and bullets aimed at you. Despite the situation, you were getting a kick out of handing the criminals’ asses to them. There was nothing they could do to hurt you and your revealed in the way they feared your power, your indestructibility.

That was until all the henchmen in the area were unconscious yet Jason was nowhere to be found. “Robin?” you called out, not caring if the bad guy heard you. You took a step towards a pile of crates, only to stop in your tracks. The crime lord came out from behind the crates with Jason caught in his grasp and a gun to his head. “Stand back, Morningstar. Or I’ll fill Robin’s brain full of lead,” the crime lord threatened. You did as he said, quietly studying the criminal to look for an opening. The crime lord was nervous; you could see it in his eyes, despite his attempts to prove otherwise. But that meant he could pull the gun’s trigger at the slightest precaution.

The crime lord chuckled, his hold tightening on Jason’s battered and kneeled form. “Bird boy here wouldn’t shut up a minute ago. Now ... not so much,” the crime lord teased. “Fuck you,” Jason grunted out, before the crime lord hit him in the head with the butt of the gun. Jason’s head lulled to the side at the blow as the crime lord hissed into his ear. “Shut up, Birdy. Can’t you see I’m talking to the lady here.”

“I got to give you some credit, Viti. It’s not everyday guy like you is able to get their hands on the Boy Wonder,” you told the crime lord. Viti chuckles, pushing the barrel of the guy into Jay’s temple. “It was surprisingly easy. This Robin is sloppier than his predecessor. I wonder how the Bat’s gonna feel when he finds out after I put a bullet through the kid’s skull.” “Well I’m sure that would please you, Viti, but I have an inkling you want something else.” You ever so slowly moved towards the crime lord, keeping eyes contact with the man. “Oh really, and what do you think that is?” “Why don’t you just spit out, Viti? I know you want to get it off your just, so tell me what is it that you really desire?”

With those last few words, your eyes turned red as you maintained eye contact with the crime lord, his eyes never leaving yours and his figure relaxed as he fell under your control. “I want ... I want to get back at Falcone,” Viti admitted. “Oh, the revenge angle is it. Want your dear old uncle to suffer, is it?” you pried, steadily getting closer to the man and the gun. “His family has had control of Gotham long enough. It's time for the Viti’s to take over.” “Well, if the circumstances were different, I could help with that. But unfortunately you’ve gotten on my bad side.”

With simple reach of your hand, you grabbed Viti’s wrist with a vice-like grip, causing the crime lord to drop the gun and remove his hold on Jason’s dazed form. You bent his arm backwards, making the man fall to his knees and breaking his wrist. Viti cried out in pain, clutching his broken wrist, his anguished cries causing you to smile evilly. “You bitch!” Viti cried out. You put a your boot on his chest and forcibly pushed him onto his back. “I could come up several other words to describe me. Cursed, abnormal ... monstrous.” You growled, your true appearance coming out as you finished. Viti’s breath caught in his throat, a few curses and “Oh my God”s coming out. “Please no ... I’m sorry,” he whimpered as looked up at you with pure terror. “Save your words, Viti. Your fate has already been decided. All that needs to be done is to end you,” you threatened, applying more pressure to his chest, making him gasp as you crushed his lungs. You would have done more if it weren’t for a voice calling out.

“Morningstar,” Jason said, using your code name. In the corner of your eye you saw him struggling to his feet. You realized what you were doing and immediately removed your foot from Viti’s chest. Said crime lord was crying and struggled to crawl away. Catching sight of your deformed face in reflection of a broken glass shard, you struggled to mask your face to appear normal. Somehow you were able to, but it took every ounce of control to maintain the facade.

“Morningstar, are you alright?” Jason asked, making his way closer to you. “I’m fine,” you replied quickly, avoiding looking him in the eye. You know if you did, you would immediately feel guilty for reacting how you did and then your mask would slip. “Are you sure? The last thing I remember is getting hit in the head by that asshole’s gun then ...” “I said I was fine, Robin,” you snapped.

Before he could say another thing, you strode over to Viti’s pathetically crawling form, grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his back. The man yelled out in terror, snot running down his face as weakly fought back. “No, please, get away from me!” he screamed. You ignored him and handcuffed his hands behind his back before grabbing the man by the back of his tailored jacket, pulling him to his feet. “Robin, can you tie up him somewhere and contact the authorities? I need to do something real quick,” you lied, again hiding yourself from Jason’s gaze behind your (hair/wig). You shoved Viti towards Jason, causing the man to fall, briskly walking past the crime lord and the second Robin before Jason could protest. You could hear Viti yelling as you fled the area, telling Jason, “Don’t let her near me! No! Get your hands off me! Don’t you understand! She’s the devil! She’s the devil!”

~ Later ~

Somehow you were able to return to Titans Tower without another incident, although not without difficulty. You avoided the other Titans members, even as you travelled back home. Dick tried to talk to you about what happened with Viti, Jason clueing him in with what he knew, but you quickly shot him down with a “Not now.” Even Gar, who usually excitedly chatted with you after a mission, knew not to bother you and left you alone. Kory tried to reach out to you, but thankfully Rachel persuaded her not to. She might not know about your dirty little secret, but she could sense you were panicking. You brushed past Jason aas he tried to approach you. With a slam of the door, you were collapsed in your room.

You saw your reflection in your vanity’s mirror, your true face fully on display. Shamefully, you covered your reflection with your hand, turning the mirror around. Your felt dirty and disgusting as you replayed recent events in your head. Your hero uniform was quickly discarded, using the items of clothing to cover up any reflective surface in your room. You couldn’t face yourself or your hideous reflection.

You spent the rest of the day in your room, hiding away from outside life whilst in your most comfortable pajamas. You wouldn’t let anyone visit you, turning them away when they came knocking on your door. All the while, your true face remained despite your desperate attempts to get rid of it.

After hours of self isolation and intense concentration to mask your face, you broke down. Tears ran down your devilish face as sobs filled the room. You heard a knock at your bedroom door and a muffled voice behind it. “(y/n), are you okay? Can I come in?” Jason, you thought with a fluttering heart. He always seems to come at the wrong time. “Leave me alone! I don’t want to see anyone!” you shouted back, trying to muffle your sobs and hide that you were crying. You failed miserably.

You heard shuffling from behind the door, then silence. Good he left, you thought. You sat in the shadows of your room, curled up into a ball and hugged your knees to your chest, tears steadily falling down your face. Your head buried itself into the ball you made, trying to comfort yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Jason had come back to your bedroom door. Something made him turn back when he almost walked away, as if an unseen force moved him as if he were a pawn on a chess board. It still had a hold on him as he reached for door’s handle, slowly and quietly opening it and striding into your darkened room. Jason took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they did, his heart panged in his chest when he caught sight of you huddled in a dark corner. “(Y/n),” he called out hesitantly.

The sound of his voice so close to you caused you to jump, picking your head up to see a worried and bewildered Boy Wonder. You gasped, quickly ducking your head back into your huddled knees. “Jason! What are you doing in here? Get out!” you screamed, panic crawling up your spine and spreading through your body. I can’t let him see me like this, you were thinking as you desperately tried to hide yourself into the shadows.

“Are you okay?” Jason worried. He took a step closer, struggling to see her shadowed form. “Stay away from me!” you cried out. You were desperately looking around your room for a place to run or hide, feeling like a caged animal as everything seemed to be closing in on you. Jason luckily listened to you, not getting any closer. He was confused as to why you were acting like this. Did I do something? Or was it something else? he thought. He remembered how you avoided him and the others after the confrontation with the mobster. What happened with Viti to make her like this?

“(y/n), please, your scaring me,” Jason pleaded. You shook your head, refusing to allow him to even catch a glimpse of your monstrous form. He’ll run away from me screaming. He’ll tell the rest of the team. They’re going to kick me out and hunt me down like some beast. You started to hyperventilate, struggling to breath as you fell into a full blown panic attack. This scared you even more; you never reacted this way before and you didn’t know how to help yourself out of it. “(Y/n)! It’s ok! I’ll ... I’ll ... fuck I don’t know what to do,” Jason hissed, pulling roughly at the dark hairs on his head. You tried to focus on something else, hoping doing so could calm you down enough for catch some air.

“Uh ... maybe if you focus on your breathing,” Jason suggested. “Try to count your breaths or something.” In your mind, this was absolute nonsense, but you did what he said anyway. You tried, you really did, but your mind kept turning towards possible negative outcomes. “I ... can’t ...” you stuttered out. “Shit, ah, maybe if I count with you ...” Jason struggled. He started to count out loud, announcing the numbers at a moderate pace. “One, two, three ...” he started.

You mentally counted alongside him, but you ended up focusing more on his calm voice than counting your breathing. Then, you felt Jason gently take hold of your clenched hands. The action caused your eyes to shot wide open, breath hitching for a moment. “Hey, its okay, its okay ...” he said, repeating the phrase over and over. You continued to look at Jason, studying the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming the twinkling strings of light hanging on your walls, the way his cologne comforting you as it wafted into your nose, and his voice that easily pulled at your heart strings.

Soon, your breathing had returned to normal and your heart no longer felt like it was going to burst from your chest. “Jason, thank you,” you said. “But you have to leave now.” “What? I just helped you out! Why are you avoiding me?” he groaned. “Jay, please,” you pleaded. Despite breaking out of your panic attack, you could still feel the rough texture of your devilish facial features under your fingertips when you brought them up to your face.

“Is because of what happened with Viti?” You didn’t say anything, confirming this to Jason. “It is, isn’t it? Can you longer stand me after seeing how weak I am?” Oh no, you panicked internally. He thinks he’s the problem. But its really me. “Jason, no, it’s not you. It’s -” “Then what is is (y/n)? Cause I can’t help but think I caused this. Everything started to fall apart the moment I got too over my head and let that damn bastard get his hands on me.” “I-I can’t.” You desperately wished you could convey to him what was truly going on, but you were unable to think up the proper words explain everything to him without revealing your secret.

“(y/n), I thought we were close, even friends. I guess I was wrong,” Jason frowned. He stood up from his previous kneeling position, turning towards your bedroom door. “W-Where are you going?” you stuttered. “Out. To where, I don’t know. Anywhere but here,” he replied, taking two long strides towards the door. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). You don’t have to worry about being seen with me anymore,” he shot over his shoulder. He can’t be leaving forever, right ... Right? you panicked internally.

As Jason headed towards the door, everything started to move in slow motion. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and an all-encompassing deep voice told you, DON’T LOSE HIM. DON’T LET HIM GO. Instinct took over rational, and for the first time in hours, you left your spot in the dark recesses of your bedroom. You emerged from the dark, reaching out for Jason, and grabbing his arm, pulling him back to face you. You could only ogle at the way his dark hair fell across his forehead, how his green-blue eyes shined in the dim light coming from the twinkling lights hanging on your bedroom walls as the second Robin came to face your hideous appearance. Is this how I’ll remember him, when he’s gone? you pondered.

You braced yourself for Jason’s reaction as his sparkling eyes took in your horrid appearance. A gasp fell from his hips at the sight and you let go of his arm. Strangled noises and half-formed words left Jason’s plumb lips as he struggled to speak. You moved back, trying to hide your face back into the shadows.

“I didn’t want anyone to see me like this ... Least of all you,” you whimpered, clutching at the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. “(Y/n) - I ...” Jason stuttered out. “Now you know ... now everyone will know ... I’m nothing but a monster.” Your eyes burned yet no liquid cascaded down your cheeks, having exhausted all your tears hours ago.

You expected to hear hurried footsteps and the jiggling of the doorknob as Jason struggled to run away from you, off to warn the others about the monster living with them. But instead, a pair of long, strong arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you close to a toned, cotton sweater chest. “You aren’t a monster, (y/n). I could never see you like that,” Jason said. You could do nothing but stand there in his arms, as Jason started to gently caress the scarred flesh of your check.

“Fuck, your still so beautiful, I don’t think anything could force me away from you,” you heard him mumble under his breath. Before you could question him about that, Jason closed the gap between you, his plump lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. You immediately relaxed in his hold, mesmerized by the way Jason seemed to fill your sense. You tasted Neapolitan ice cream on his breath, your nose filled with his signature cologne, skin tingling at the way his muscular arms wrapped you in a protective embrace, mind plagued by how his lips really were as soft as they looked. Your hands found their way into his wild, fluffy hair as you molded your lips to his, a moan slipping from between you conveying your pleasure. Jason smirked into the kiss, and if you weren’t so preoccupied at the moment, you probably would have told him off. But you could only run your fingers through the curls at the back of Jason’s head as his nimble tongue pressed between your parted lips, your thundering heart beating in sync with his.

Everything was hazy as you continued your embrace, wanting more him and never wanting the moment to end. But it had to, as you both eventually pulled way gasping for air. Through hooded eyes, you noticed how bruised Jason’s lips were and the red on his pale cheeks. His hair was somehow even messier than before and his pupils were blown wide. The Boy Wonder let out a chuckle as he stared at you with love-sick eyes.

“I should have done that much sooner,” he brazeningly admitted. “Much sooner?” you questioned. Somehow, Jason’s cheeks got ever redder. “Oh, well, I ...” he stuttered. He coughed and tried again, but still ended up stumbling on his words. Cute, you could only think as he groaned in frustration. “Fuck, why is this so hard?” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. You grabbed said hand, grasping it gently. “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. And I feel the same way,” you smiled.

Jason let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. He shuffled closer to you, wrapping you back in his arms and resting his chin on top of your head. “Thank god. I love you, (y/n),” he said. “I love you, too, Jason.”

You moved to look Jason in the eyes as you held him close. “But you’re really okay with me looking like this? Doesn’t it horrify you?” you ask, pointing to your face. “I think you should take a look in the mirror first, babe,” he chuckled, motioning to your cover length mirror in the corner of the room. Confused, yet hopeful, you let go of Jason and rushed to the mirror.

Pulling away the blanket, you gasped when you saw that your once horrific appearance was no longer there. Your face looked the same as before this whole debacle, no sign that anything unordinary happened a moment ago. You touched the apple of your cheek, running a finger down the soft skin all the way to your jawline.

Beaming from ear to ear, you said to yourself, “I’m back. I’m beautiful again.” “You’ve always been beautiful.Even when you looked all scary,” Jason pointed out. He stood in behind you now, his blue-green eyes soft and warm as he gazed at your form in reflective surface. “Are - are you going to tell the team about this?” you gulped. “Fuck no. Why in the hell would I do that?” “Because I’m not human. Not entirely that is. And I could be a threat to you and the others.” “Babe, that doesn’t fucking matter. We’re a group of teenage vigilantes made of two power-wielding alines, the witch daughter of a demon, a green haired kid who can turn into animals, and two kids trained by a man dressed in a bat costume. I think you’ll be fine.”

You didn’t say anything, not able to come up with something to quip back at. But a part of you was still in denial; how were you supposed to trust that something as big as this wouldn’t ruin the new life you created for yourself? Jason could see you weren’t entirely convinced. He grabbed one of your hands, gently squeezing it in his grasp as he pulled you closer to him. “Hey, we don’t have to tell them. Not today. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be at your side when you do,” he coaxed you. “You promise? Promise you’ll stay with me,” you begged. “I promise,” he whispered. He grazed his lips across your check, placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action caused you to smile, thankful for whatever otherworldly force pulled you two together and closer than ever before.

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