#step incest

[kittysarchive]

step dad Lee knowwww😭😭😭😭😭😭❤

Yessssss

warnings- smut, stepdad smut, daddy kink,

Hovering over your smaller frame, Lee Know made sure your mother, his wife was asleep before he entered your small, tight cunt.

"Please..." You turn his attention back to you. Caging your small body below his, he rubs your pussy. He didn't want you to bleed after all.

Bucking your hips into his hands as he rubbed faster, your whines escaped your mouth. Trying to stay quiet, you failed at the basic task. Slipping a finger into your tight pussy, you arch your back. Begging for more touch.

"Such a cute cunt" Lee Know bends his body down. Admiring your face closer up, he curls his finger in your pussy. Growing wet around his finger, he pulls around. Ready to fuck your small cunt.

"Be quiet for me" He places a soft kiss on your lips before slowly pushes his member inside you. Feeling how he stretches you out, he bites his lip hard, avoiding any sound to escape his lips. With only his head in, he pushes more in.

"T-to much" You whine, voice barely above a whisper. He only nods, trying to understand your pain, which felt so good for him.

"You can take it baby.... you can take daddy's cock" Lee Know looks into your eyes, bringing his hand t lightly cup your cheek as he thrusts his cock into your cunt. All the way in, your body burns. Eyes watering, pain soon turns into pleasure.

"Daddy..." You stretch your arms out, pulling him closer to your body as his cock slides in and out of your pussy which became more and more stretched for his size. Back arching, tearing up, cock continuously prodding at your walls, you quickly felt your body tingle, ready to cum.

"Daddy's almost done" Lee Know saw how your eyes squeezed shut, how your pussy clenched him harder, how you went quieter. You nod your head quickly. Trying to hold back the sensation. Rolling his hips faster into your, bruising yours, he feels his own end reaching close.

"Doing so good for Daddy" He comments, bringing his head down to capture your lips into a gentle kiss. Pulling away from the kiss, Lee Know's thrusts speed up. Pleasure and desperation mixing into one.

"Oh g-god" You cry out, no longer to hold back as your eyes faze over, body shaking as you cum over his cock. Lee Know following soon after, cums deep inside your pussy.

Breathing heavily, sweaty bodies pressed together, his cum slowly dripping out of your tired cunt, the silence of the house buzzing over you. You hoped no one heard what you just did.

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Look What You Made Me Do | Step Dad!Negan | Dark Oneshot

Summary: Negan’s there to welcome home his step-daughter after her first date, but he doesn’t like what she chose to wear, and decides to show her what the consequences of dressing like a slut might be. 

Rating: 18+ (Dark smut)

Pairing(s): Step Dad!Negan x Step Daughter!Rachel

WARNINGS: non con, forced sex, step-incest, dirty talking, p in v, daddy kink, forced blowjob, slapping, victim blaming, forced loss of virginity, mentions of blood, crying during sex, pain

WC: ± 2K A/Ns: This was commissioned by the lovely @ruewritesstuff, and it almost made me feral. So enjoy <3

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Negan’s fingers bounce on the arm of the couch as he watches the time, the second hand on the clock ticking around, the minute hand drawing closer and closer to the twelve. The house is practically silent, not that he’d hear his wife from where he’s sitting, anyway. Their house is fairly large, and there are about four doors closed between them right now. He’d encouraged her to go to bed after her fifth yawn sitting beside him, and he knew it would be a matter of minutes before she was knocked out on the Xanax she needs to take to help her sleep. He’d insisted he could wait up until her daughter returned home from her date, but now he’s growing impatient. 

He hadn’t been there, still stuck in work when whatever college boy showed up to take his eighteen year old step-daughter on a date. What business has some college boy got with her, anyway? Negan’s fairly sure she’s a virgin, and she’s not had a boyfriend that he’s been aware of in the two years he’s been in her life. But then Negan scoffs to himself. Of course a college boy would be interested in a naive, virgin senior. Even Negan finds himself interested. But that’s different, because he’s older and wiser, and he can protect her from all the boys that wanna fuck her and leave her heart broken. The thought of someone taking her innocence away and not even having the common decency to call her back makes his skin crawl. Though, if Negan’s truly honest with himself, maybe that’s just the jealousy talking. What he wouldn’t give to be the one to take her innocence, and he’ll be fucked off if some frat boy beats him to it. 

He hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months. His wife hasn’t shown an interest since she half assed giving him a handjob on his birthday, and the longer he goes only thinking about sinking his cock into someone as tight and warm as his little girl, the more desperate he is for relief. He would go out and find some random slut to fuck, but he wants to save himself for her, just like she’s been saving herself for him; she just doesn’t know it yet. 

Negan’s attention is once again drawn to the clock, and he notices that it’s eleven PM on the dot, and as if on cue, he hears the rumble of a car engine and rises to his feet to see a guy opening his passenger door, and Rachel climbing out of it. She looks good in the mini skirt and shirt she decided to wear, her red hair tied up as Negan imagines wrapping it around his fist as she chokes on his cock, and he grunts when the guy takes her hand and walks her up the garden path to the front door. Negan stalks to the door and opens it just before they can kiss, and he’s secretly elated with his timing, and far less impressed with theirs. 

“You’re late,” he grunts out, and Rachel blushes, clearing her throat. 

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. 

“It’s my fault, sir, I didn’t realize the time, we were star gazing.” 

Negan’s nose crinkles at the very idea of Rachel and this boy laying on some shitty picnic blanket looking up at some fucking stars like they’re in some rom com, bet the pervert even tried to get his hand up her skirt. Maybe he even succeeded, and just the thought has Negan slamming the door in the boy’s face the second Rachel crosses the threshold. 

“I’m not even five minutes late,” Rachel argues, narrowing her blue eyes at him. 

“I don’t fucking care, late is late,” he growls, noticing her lipstick is far more faded than it probably should be, and he wonders if she wore it off by kissing that low-life, or maybe even worse; sucking his cock. “What the fuck are you even wearing? You look like a whore.” 

Rachel looks down her body and tugs on the hem of her skirt, only blushing more violently, and she swallows thickly. 

“Mom said I look nice,” she mumbles, looking around as if to seek out her mother. 

“Well your Mom doesn’t fucking care if you get fucking raped in the back of some college boy’s shitty Sedan then, does she?” 

“Callum wasn’t like that,” Rachel insists, stubbornly. “He didn’t even kiss me.” 

“Yeah fucking right,” Negan scoffs. “Look at the fuckin’ state of you,” he growls, reaching out to smear her lipstick some more. “Bet you sucked his cock the whole fucking ride home.” 

“What?” Rachel blinks, shaking her head as horror washes over her face at the very accusation. “No, nothing like that happened, I’m still a virgin.” 

“Mhm,” Negan nods, pretending to believe her, the idea that she might not be only making him angrier. “Of course you fucking are. You think you can fuckin’ lie to me?” 

“I’m not lying, Negan, I swear,” she whimpers, tears filling her eyes. “This was only our first date… my first date,” she explains. 

“Well if you didn’t fuck him you were still fuckin’ asking for it,” Negan accuses. “Weren’t you?” He prompts, making her shake her head. “Of course you were, look at you,” he goads, reaching forward, playing with the slightly open neckline of her shirt. “Your tits are fucking hanging out, and your skirt is so fucking short, I can nearly see your panties, if you’re even wearing any.” 

He can’t help himself from lifting her skirt to find out for sure, and sure enough he can see simple white cotton panties, and she whimpers, pressing her thighs together. Instantly, his cock begins to harden, and he resists the very real urge to tear the cotton from her body and bend her over the couch, fucking into her so hard she’ll feel him for days. Maybe he should do that, maybe then she’ll think twice about letting some random boy take her out. 

“Do you even fucking know what you’re doing?” he asks. “Do you fucking know all those thoughts you put into men’s heads when you dress like this?” Rachel weakly shakes her head, and Negan’s cock only throbs harder. He reaches for her hand and instantly presses it against his crotch. “This. This is what you fucking do to us. Do you think I want to be this fucking hard for my own step-daughter?” Rachel’s tears now stream down her cheeks as she shakes her head and her hand trembles beneath his. “No, of course I fucking don’t, but you don’t fucking care about that, do you? You just want to wear your slutty little clothes, and it’s gonna get you into real fucking trouble one day, sweetheart. Maybe I should teach you a lesson. On your fucking knees.” 

Rachel is now crying aloud as she slowly lowers herself to her knees, and Negan wastes no time freeing his aching cock from his jeans, reaching down to once again take her hand and force her to wrap it around his cock. He works her hand up and down his shaft to show her what to do, but quickly realizes she won’t do it unaided, so he keeps his hand wrapped around hers. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry,” she begins to sob, and Negan grunts at the feeling of her skin on his, and the sound of ‘Daddy’ on her lips like that’s going to save her. But the name only turns him on more. 

“You fuckin’ will be,” he promises, “Open that mouth.” She whines, squeezing her eyes shut, and Negan instantly reaches forward and tugs her hair hard, slapping her across the face, making her cry out in pain. “I said open that fucking mouth.” 

With a shaky jaw, Rachel complies, and he wastes no time pushing his cock into her mouth, fucking into the back of her throat, making her gag and splutter around him, spit already indignantly dribbling down her chin and front as it mixes with her tears. 

“Look what you made me do,” he snarls, gasping for breath with each punch at the back of her throat. Fuck, this feels better than he could’ve imagined. “This is all your fault and you fuckin’ know it.” 

Rachel continues to cry, but the sound of it only seems to stir Negan on more, his cock throbbing between her lips, and when he pulls back completely she gasps and splutters for air, dry heaving. 

“Time to find out if you were fucking lying,” Negan tells her, yanking her to her feet by her arm, shoving her over to the couch as she stumbles. He spins her around and forces her to bend over the arm of the couch, throwing her skirt over her ass, seeing that the white cotton panties are actually a thong, and her round, bare ass is right there for him. 

“Rachel,” he tuts, disappointment dripping off of his tongue. “Who the fuck do you think you are wearing panties like this, hm? You think you’re a big fucking girl, don’t you?” 

Rachel doesn’t reply, she just continues to cry, and Negan eagerly pulls the material to one side, exposing her pink, unused pussy, all tight and closed up, yet to be ruined or spoiled by anyone. He’s going to be the first, and if he gets his way, the last, too.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” he asks, looking at the back of her head for any sign of a reply. She doesn’t reply, which gives him his answer. “Have you fucked yourself with toys before? I bet a fucking whore like you has toys.” She shakes her head ‘no’ this time. “Fingers?” Another shake of her head tells Negan everything he needs to know. “Poor baby girl, you have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.” 

Negan spits on his fingers and roughly pushes them between her folds, forcing them inside her as she screams, and he rushes to cover her mouth with his free hand. Not that her mother will hear her through all those walls and Xanax. Such a shame. He forcibly fucks into her cunt with his fingers, scissoring them in a bid to open her up just enough to take his cock, but he’s doubtful he’s going to fit without a lot of force. He’s still willing to try, though. He spits onto his cock, once again spitting on his fingers too, spreading the wet around her slightly opened hole. 

“No, no no no,” Rachel starts to panic, reaching back to push him away, but Negan’s strong enough to have her trapped there, and even when she tries to stand back up, he only has to push down on her back to get her to double over once again. “Please don’t, please, I’m a virgin, Daddy, please,” she begs. 

“Imagine this was Callum, hm?” he reminds her, teasing the tip of his cock against her tight opening, wondering if he’s going to manage to get inside. He pushes forward, making her scream once again, his hand once more silencing her. “It could’ve been. Could’ve fucking raped you on his backseat. Dropped you home with his cum dripping down your fucking legs and never called you again. You would’ve been just some dumb fucking whore he got to fuck,” he snarls, getting inch by inch inside her slowly. Blood smears over his length and he smirks at the sight, happy to have taken his little girl’s virginity. “You’re fuckin’ lucky it’s me, sweetheart,” he tells her. “You’re fucking lucky it’s someone who loves you.” 

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[lxchlan]

The addition of hughies mom means butchers gonna fuck her to squash the butchie rumors.

But jokes on Kripke, because StepDad/StepSon is it's own delicious Genre. 😌

[lustfulslxt]

What Are You Doing Step Sis? - Matt Sturniolo

summary : y/n and matt can’t keep the naughty thoughts out of their heads when matt helps her with her math. she tempts him, he gives in

warnings : step sibling kink, smut, swearing, 3rd person pov

a/n : again, i don't want to hear anything about how gross this is. THEY'RE NOT RELATED!!!!!!!! if you're not into this, keep scrolling! x

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It's been a good hour of Y/N staring at the man in front of her. Every word he said about anything even closely relating to the subject at hand went in one ear and out the other. She couldn't help but take in all of his features, indulging in the beauty of him. There was no denying the attraction Y/N felt towards Matthew. His innocence simply made her want to freak him.

His long slender fingers scrolling through the pages before them, tapping alongside the edges of the paper, flicking the pencil up and down. The veins in his hand prominently protruding, practically causing her to salivate in front of him. The way he would furrow his eyebrows in concentration, his tongue licking his inner cheek. His pink lips puckering and twisting every so often.

Without a doubt in her mind, Y/N was sure Matthew wasn't so innocent underneath the layers of the 'good little son' facade that he portrayed. He played the act very well, but she could see right through him. Imagining what he's truly like underneath had her clenching her thighs from the thoughts alone.

"Y/N, are you even listening?" His voice snapped her from her trance. "How am I supposed to help you if you aren't paying attention?"

She frowns, "I am paying attention!"

"To what?" He chuckles, his white teeth sparkling in the glowing light from her bedside lamp. "It sure isn't what I'm trying to teach you."

"Fair." She smirks, "You're distracting!"

He gapes at her, "I'm distracting? I'm literally talking about quadratic equations."

Y/N bites her lip to prevent her smile from growing. She shrugs, innocently staring up into his eyes. He clears his throat and breaks eye contact with her, ushering her to pay attention to the books before them. Y/N leans closer to him, directing her attention to the laid-out textbooks. She can hear his breath slightly hitch at their close proximity, causing her to grin to herself.

"Okay, continue." She speaks.

He clears his throat once more, shaking his head. "Right."

He can't lie, there's something about her that draws him in. He's so captivated by everything about her. Her sweet voice that he wants to hear in a different setting. Her glowing skin that he just wants to paint with his seed. Her soft hair that he just wants to wrap around his hand. Her body that curves in all the right places, oh, how he just wants to make it shake with orgasm after orgasm.

Y/N feels the same way. It doesn't take a genius to know Matt's a freak in the sheets. Her desire for him only grows more and more each day, tempting her to give in to the fantasy in her head. She struggles to control herself sometimes. Being stepsiblings doesn't help either, the thought of sneaking around with him turns her on.

A few days ago, she asked him to tutor her. She was failing math, and she didn't want to have to retake the class next year. He's a year older, so a year ahead as well, and he was the perfect person to help her, seeing as he's crazy smart. Sure, she really wanted to pass, but she couldn't help but daydream about naughty things every time he helped her.

"You're not a virgin, are you?" Y/N randomly asks, catching Matt off guard.

He coughs a little, choking on the built-up saliva from her being in his presence. "What?!"

"Oh, come on." She glances at him, noticing the faint blush spread across his cheeks. "It's just a question."

It's silent for a moment, the only sound being Matt's pencil dragging across the paper, leaving traces of lead behind. Y/N watches as his eyebrows furrow in thought, his lips twisting at the same time.

"I'm not." He answers, his voice quiet but firm.

She grins in response, "You're a slut, aren't you?"

His mouth falls open, his eyes wide. From the sudden bizarre question, the pencil falls from his fingers and hits the floor. Before he can grab it, she holds her hand up.

"I'll get it." She says in a sultry voice.

She places her hand on his upper thigh, using it as support as she leans down. Her ass slightly lifts up with her movement, the straps from her thong showing from beneath her shorts. Matt can't help but stare at the strings gripping onto her hips so perfectly. He wishes he could replace them with his hands as he takes her from behind.

She grabs the pencil and pops back up, holding it in between their faces. She can see his cheeks growing darker, his lips glistening with saliva from licking them as he stared at her behind. She smirks at him, grabbing his hand with her opposite one, guiding him to take the pencil from her, since he's just staring.

"Right. Sorry." He mutters, visibly shaking his head.

He grabs a textbook and places it over his lap, covering the slight bulge. His action doesn't go unseen, causing Y/N to smirk even more. Definitely a slut.

"Where were we?" She asks, her doe eyes gazing into his.

She'd look so innocent and sexy on her knees, staring into his eyes with his cock sliding down her throat. Her pretty luscious lips wrapped snugly around him, drool dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her small, manicured fingers placed onto his thighs as she gracefully let him shove his cock in and out of her.

"What are you thinking about, hm?" Her voice snaps him from his thoughts.

He looks like a deer in headlights, eyes wide like he's been caught. He quickly recomposes himself, "What's the difference between a mathematical sentence versus a mathematical expression?"

She groans, falling back onto her bed. "You're no fun."

He intently watches the way her boobs bounce with her movement, and the way her shirt lifts up to expose her stomach. He closes his eyes, deeply inhaling to calm himself down. She's not even doing much, and he's getting so worked up, but he knows she knows what she's doing.

"You asked me to tutor you, that's what I'm doing." He responds, firmly.

"Fair enough." She mutters, allowing them to get back to the subject at hand.

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Another hour or so goes by, both of them strictly focusing on math. They both had internal struggles, wanting nothing more than to toss the books away and go at it on the bed. It's the simplest things that the both of them do, driving one another insane.

"Alright, we'll stop here." Matt says, closing the book he had.

Y/N pouts, "Already?"

He chuckles, "It's been two hours. We can start back up tomorrow."

She huffs, nodding in agreement. She really didn't want him to go. "Wanna stay and watch a movie?"

He gives her a look, like he knows what's on her mind, yet still shrugs. "Sure. Let me take a quick shower first."

"Okay, I'll take one too. Just come back in here when you're done." She says.

The two get up, Matt going to his room, Y/N packing away her school supplies. She feels giddy, knowing he's coming back to her room to watch a movie with her. She quickly grabs her a change of clothes and tosses them on her bed, before heading to the bathroom down the hall. Since Matt's older, their parents agreed he could have the bedroom with the conjoined bathroom. It didn't seem fair to Y/N, but she had no say in it.

After shutting herself in the bathroom, she got her shower started and began removing her clothes. Before she could get in, soft knocks sounded through the door. She grinned to herself, knowing her and Matt are the only one's home. Without a second thought, she opens the door, revealing her fully nude body.

"Holy shit." Matt breathes, unable to keep his eyes from trailing over every inch of her. He quickly catches himself and puts a hand over his eyes. "Why wouldn't you cover up?"

"I'm about to get in the shower." She states in an obvious tone. "Need something?"

"My speaker." He states, keeping his hand firmly placed over his eyes to block his vision.

She opens the door wider, trying to let him inside. When she doesn't say anything, he peeks through his hand, only to see her still standing there, naked. His breath hitches before he closes his hand and slowly attempts to walk towards the sink with no sight. Y/N smirks, walking over to the sink and grabs the speaker for him. Unbeknownst to Matt, she's now directly in front of him. He reaches his hand out, accidentally grazing the soft skin right below her chest.

"Oh my god." He mutters, breathless. He quickly yanks his hand back, grazing over her hard nipple in the process. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." She whispers, "I liked it."

He drops the hand covering his eyes and stares at her. His cheeks grow hotter, his dick twitching at the sight before him. She looks like a goddess. He's frozen in his spot as he towers over her. She looks so innocent, but he knows it's all an act. She can't help but clench around nothing as she gazes up at him. He's so fucking hot, staring down at her like he wants her for his next meal.

"Here you go." She says, her voice barely audible.

He quickly grabs the speaker and turns around, practically running out of the bathroom. He's got a problem that he needs to go fix. Y/N lets out a soft chuckle, returning to her previous task. She gets in the shower, washing up as she's eager to get out and have a movie night with Matt.

While Matt's in the shower, his mind keeps going back to the sight of Y/N naked in front of him. She looked so good, and it's going straight to his dick. Her plump breasts sitting just right on her chest, her nipples poking out. He just wants to grip her tits, sucking and biting all over them. He wants her thick thighs to wrap around his head as he devours her pussy, his tongue gliding all over it, inside and out. Fuck. His dick began throbbing, needy for some kind of stimulation.

After pondering for a moment, he wraps his hand around it and shudders from the sensation. Slowly, he began pumping his hand, squeezing and twisting along the way. His thumb occasionally rubs over his tip, causing him to gasp at the pleasure. His arm flexes, speeding up its pace, jerking his cock with desperation. Flashes of Y/N naked run through his mind again, egging him on. What he would do to be able to get his hands on her.

He tosses his head back, a throaty moan emitting from his mouth. Precum dribbles from his red tip, he rubs his thumb back over it, spreading it around. He can't help but think about how pretty she is, and what she would look like sprawled out for him, legs spread wide open just for him. How wet he could get her, her pretty, pink pussy dripping with arousal. Watching her clench around nothing, desperate for him to fuck her.

His grip tightens around his cock, eliciting another groan from his throat. He can feel his release coming soon. Suddenly, he's very aware that he's touching himself to his stepsister, and quickly stops.

"What am I doing?" He groans and quickly turns the faucet, the hot water instantly running ice cold as it hits him.

He shakes his head, ridding it of the naughty thoughts of the girl in the room next door. He continues on with his shower, quickly washing up just to be in the same room as her again.

Once Y/N finishes her shower, she shuts the water off and wraps herself in her towel. Turning the light off, she heads back to her room. When she notices Matt's bedroom door open, she slows her pace, strutting pass the room. Inside, Matt sees her and feels his stomach tighten. That shower was no good for him, having denied himself of his incoming orgasm, he's now on edge. The way her body is covered in pellets of water, each drop glistening in the hallway light, only makes it harder on him.

When Y/N gets to her room, she quickly dries off and tosses her towel in the hamper. She slips on a clean thong, topping her bottom with the smallest pair of shorts she owns. Lastly, she pulls on small baby tee, purposely not wearing a bra. Just as she pulls it over her head, a couple of knocks sound through her door before it slowly opens.

"You decent this time?" Matt asks, and that's when she notices his eyes are closed.

She giggles, "Yes, Matthew."

"Just making sure." He chuckles, "Don't want a repeat of earlier?"

"You don't?" She asks in a seductive tone, her eyes submissively staring up into his.

He goes to respond, but no words come out. His mouth runs dry as he gazes down at her. He can see her nipples poking through her shirt and he just wants to wrap his lips around them.

He clears his throat, "Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" She whispers, stepping closer to him.

She can see him gulp, nervous from their close proximity. Even though he tries to hide it, she knows what he wants. She can practically see the sweat dripping down his forehead. Her hand runs up his arm, goosebumps rising along with it. Unfortunately for her, he takes a step back.

"That." He forces out. "Don't do that."

She shrugs, a smile playing on her lips. She motions to her bed, letting him pass her to take a seat. He sits on the left side, leaning against the headboard as he lays his legs out. She saunters over to her dresser that her TV sits on, bending over to make sure it's plugged in, even though she knows it is. She just wants to tease him.

And it works. Matt's breath catches in his throat for what feels like the millionth time tonight. His eyes burning holes into her behind. The shorts she's wearing leave nothing to imagine as they ride up her ass, hugging her center that peeks from between her legs. Imagining his cock prod against her entrance, he feels himself growing beneath his sweatpants. Matt quickly grabs one of her extra pillows and places it on his lap, folding his hands on top of it. When Y/N turns around, she instantly notices the pillow and smirks to herself, knowing what he's hiding.

She gets on the right side of the bed, but lies on her stomach at the opposite end, her feet closer to the top of the bed and her head at the end. Her hand takes the remote and flicks through Netflix, browsing for something to watch. Matt stares at the TV intently, forcing himself to keep his eyes there instead of wandering like they so badly want to.

"This, okay?" She asks, glancing back at him. 

He nods, not caring what they watch for he won't be able to pay attention to it.

Y/N clicks play and lets the fun begin. Matt's eyes involuntarily fall to her plump ass that's basically in his face. He wants to reach out and grip the plush skin, massaging it. He can't help but imagine himself removing her clothing and spreading her cheeks, letting a long string of saliva fall in between and drip down her core. He imagines himself rubbing her folds, mixing his spit in with her own juices, his fingers putting pressure wherever she needs it. He thinks about the erotic sounds she would make from his touches. His dirty thoughts only cause his dick to grow even more.

Suddenly, Y/N hitches her left leg up, her knee now beside her waist, perfectly exposing her clothed pussy. Matt has to suppress the moan that threatens to leave his mouth from the sight. She's driving him crazy. Y/N subtly shifts her hips, and Matt can't take his eyes away. The piece of clothing that is supposed to cover her up isn't doing a very great job, seeing as it's now pulled to the side a bit, revealing the smallest glimpse of her pussy.

Without thinking, Matt slides his hand underneath the pillow and grasps at his clothed cock. He's rock hard already. He slightly palms himself, his eyes boring into the girl lying in front of him.

"Not really sure I'm getting into this." Y/N's voice suddenly rings through the air, causing Matt to halt his movement as they lock eyes.

"D-do you want to put on something else?" He asks, his breath rather choppy.

She rolls onto her back, putting her knees up so she's spread just for him. "Or we could just talk."

Matt can't tear his eyes away from her center, yearning to remove the fabric covering it and dive in. He licks his lips, his teeth tugging on bottom one as he tries to control himself.

"Come down here with me." She speaks, pulling him from his thoughts.

He takes a deep breath before crawling down beside her. He lays on his side to prevent himself from crushing his hard on. He props himself up on his elbow, his hand holding his head as he faces her. She turns to look at him and smiles.

"Do you think we would've ever met if our parents never got together?" She asks.

"I don't know. Maybe." He answers, his eyes never leaving her face.

"We do go to the same school." She adds, "I'd like to think we would've."

He whispers back, "Me too."

She takes his free hand and plays with his fingers. He's desperately trying to make his erection go away, but to no avail, it's as hard as ever. Luckily for him, she hasn't noticed it. Yet.

"Do you ever wish our parents never met?" She questions, staring deeply into his eyes, trying to read every emotion.

"I don't know. Do you?"

She sighs, dropping his hand which so happens to fall on her chest. He tenses but can't bring himself to pull away. He can feel her heartbeat below his palm, the heat of her skin engulfing his hand. She loves the feeling of his hand on her, but still wishes the piece of clothing wasn't keeping them from being skin to skin.

She moves her leg slightly, accidentally brushing against his dick. His breathing comes to a stop from the contact, and he prays she doesn't feel how hard he is, but she does. However, she chooses not to speak on it. She only grins to herself as she moves her leg back to where it was, her heels below her ass, her center on show. After thinking for a second, she brings her hand down and places it on his cock, causing him to gasp.

"What are you doing?"

"Hmm?" She hums, innocently.

"W-what are you doing?" He repeats.

She locks eyes with him, "Do you want me to stop?"

His mouth parts as she begins to palm him. His eyes flutter close for just a second before they open and his hand wraps around her wrist. "No, but you probably should."

Despite what he says, he doesn't move her hand. She grabs him through his sweats, moving in a jerking motion. He bites down on his bottom lip, desperate to not make a sound, but the slightest touch from her feels so good. With her free hand, she removes his hand that’s on her wrist and moves it to her core.

"Fuck." He groans, feeling the heat of her on his hand.

"Want to?" She smirks, causing his eyes to widen.

"W-we can't." He stutters, shaking his head.

She only continues palming him through his sweatpants. "Then why haven't you moved your hand?"

"Because I don't want to." He chokes out, applying pressure to her pussy.

She lets a small moan slip, enjoying the feeling. The noise she lets out seems to go right through him, because he's suddenly pressing down harder as he cups her, eliciting another delicious sound from her. As if he can't help it, he's rubbing his palm into her, causing her to buck her hips. Her grip on his covered cock tightens, desperate to make him feel good.

"We shouldn't be doing this." He grunts out, thrusting into her hand.

She moans as he continues rubbing her through her shorts. "Then stop."

"I can't." He croaks out, suddenly hovering over her with his crotch pressed into hers. "You drive me fucking crazy."

With that, he smashes his lips onto hers in a hot and needy kiss. He grinds down into her, moans coming from both of them. His hand grips her throat as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss. He thrusts into her again, causing her to gasp from the sensation. He takes the opportunity to shove his tongue in her mouth, exploring it. Their tongues dance together, soft and wet.

His mouth moves from hers and onto her neck. Her breathing grows erratic as she pants in his ear, the feeling of his lips working her sensitive skin getting the best of her. She's been waiting for this moment ever since she laid eyes on him.

He can't get enough of her. Her honey vanilla scent floods his senses as he buries his face into the crook of her neck. Her soft skin tastes sweet under his tongue as he licks and sucks the skin. His teeth graze over it, nibbling down to leave behind bruises. He continues down her shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses. He leaves a wet trail of saliva in his wake, Y/N moaning at the feeling.

"God, I want you so bad." He moans against her as his sucks on her collarbone.

"T-take me." She breathes out, arching her back into him.

He lifts up her shirt, revealing her supple breasts. It only takes a mere second for his mouth to return to her, licking up from her navel to the valley of her breasts. She continuously whines underneath him. His mouth licks down her boob, taking her nipple in his mouth and harshly sucking on it. His hands run up her body, caressing all over her curves. His fingers tweak her opposite nipple, pinching it, eliciting a high-pitched moan from her.

"Sound so fucking pretty." He groans, moving his mouth to the opposite nipple, trading places with his hand.

She suddenly pushes him back, sitting up while doing so. He looks at her with a questioning glance. She quickly removes her shirt, so, he does the same. As soon as the pieces of clothing hit the floor, she's pressed back into the bed with him on top of her, their lips reuniting. Their kiss is feverish, teeth clashing, panting into one another's mouths.

"Are we really doing this?" He breathes.

"Please." She begs in a whine. "I need you, Matthew."

His eyes practically roll back into his head from the sound of her moaning his name. His fingers poke into the waistband of her shorts, swiftly pulling them and her panties down in one go. Yanking them off of her feet, he tosses them aside. Spreading her legs, he groans at the sight between them. Just as he expected.

Her pretty pink pussy glistens with juices, clenching, ready to be filled. His hands wrap around the outside of her thighs, his lips meeting the inner parts. He trails soft kisses along the skin, fueling her arousal. His lips nip at her thighs, teasing her, leaving her whining for more.

"Fuck, don't tease." She pleads, bucking her hips.

He chuckles, before finally complying, eager to taste her. He pokes his tongue out, dragging it from her sopping entrance up to her aching clit, pulling a long moan from her mouth. His tongue glides over every inch of her pussy, sucking in her juices.

"God, you taste so fucking good, baby."

Her hands grip his hair, tugging as she arches her back at his words. He moans into her center, sending vibrations through her body. He wraps his lips around her clit, sucking on it softly. His hand trails up her thigh, inching closer to her core. His mouth pulls away, peppering kisses along her thigh as his fingers glide through her lips.

Her skin is on fire beneath his touch. The way his hands massage into her, the way his mouth devours her. She's on cloud nine. Her stomach tightens, her orgasm building quickly as he continues working on her. She's hot below him, panting out every second. Her mind is hazy, fogged with arousal.

Suddenly, he shoves a finger into her, causing her to gasp from the shock. His finger pumps in and out of her, causing her legs to shake as the tense feeling in her stomach grows stronger. His mouth moves back to her clit, flicking his tongue on it over and over. She clenches her thighs around him, her orgasm hitting her out of nowhere. Continuous waves of pleasure wash over her as she trembles underneath him, her juices spilling out of her. He doesn't stop. He keeps going, adding another finger to her soaked entrance.

"S-shit, Matt. Too much." She cries out, pushing his head away.

"Fuck, I can't help it. You taste so good." He sighs, licking her fluids from his lips.

He pulls his hand away from her pussy, bringing his fingers to her mouth, and hungrily sucking them, desperate to taste more of her. He hovers back over her, slamming his lips onto hers once again, the remnants of her still on his lips. She can't help but moan into the kiss, already needing more.

"Want to feel you inside me." She breathes against his mouth.

"Thought it was too much?" He teases, causing her to push him back.

His head hits the pillows at the top of the bed, and she crawls on top of him, straddling his legs. She pulls at his sweatpants, pulling them and his boxers down. He lifts his hips to assist her, allowing her to fully remove them. She slides higher up, hovering over his member. She grabs his dick beneath her, stroking it a few times, before lining it up with her entrance and sinking down on it.

"Oh my god." He moans, tossing his head back.

Y/N leans forward, her face buried in his chest as she breathes heavily. She leaves soft kisses over his torso as she adjusts to his size. She sits back up, placing her hands on his chest for support. Slowly, she begins to rock against him, both of them lowly moaning from the feeling. His hands meet her hips, helping her move. They trail down to her ass, gripping it and lifting it up, pulling it back down onto her. Her pussy clenches around him, her juices lubricating her enough to slide up and down as she bounces.

"Feel so good." She whines, her eyes squeezing shut.

He licks his lips as he takes in her appearance, indulging in the way she looks as she takes all of him. Her boobs bounce up and down with every movement. He can't help but take them in his hands, kneading them in his palms. He bites his bottom lip as he thrusts deep into her, hitting the spongey spot that drives her insane. Her mouth falls open and her eyebrows furrow.

His hands wrap around her back, pulling her flush against his chest, and thrusts up into her repeatedly. Lewd moans continuously emit from her mouth, her body shaking above his. He groans beneath her, loving the way she wraps around him so perfectly. His hand grasps her jaw, pulling her face to his. He studies it for a moment, taking in the way the pleasure consumes her. Within seconds, his lips are capturing hers in a sloppy kiss.

His strokes speed up, leaving her body convulsing. She can't help the outpour of moans at this point. Tears well up in her eyes, the pleasure building up quickly. His thrusts grow erratic, his orgasm reaching its peak. With a loud groan, he's spilling his nut into her, coating her walls. The feeling of his warm, gooey seed filling her up causes her to let go, cumming all over his dick.

"Oh my god." They both moan in unison, causing them to breathily laugh together.

She falls against his torso, wore out from their activities. He runs his hands up her back and into her hair, gathering it and pulling it to one side and placing a few kisses on her exposed neck. On shaky knees, she lifts herself from him and falls to his side.

"That was insane." He breathes.

"Yeah." She agrees, a smile playing on her lips. "Can't wait to do it again."

The two look at each other with goofy grins on their faces before Matt leans over her from the side, wrapping his arms around her as he places his lips on hers once more.

"We're home!" A voice calls out from the opposite side of the house, causing them to look at one another with wide eyes. They quickly scramble to get dressed, laughter pouring out of them as they scurry to hide their previous activities and act normal.

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a/n : i’ll take one pls thank u. enjoy xxx

[atopvisenyashill]

sometimes i stumble upon a serious “does tyrion want to fuck cersei” discussion and it’s like bud he could not be more loudly broadcasting that he wants to be their third. never mind desperately wanting to fuck cersei and be her sexy pin up boy henchman, that’s just canon, i think he has some jealousy issues surrounding jaime but i don’t think, if tyrion were ever brought into that fucked up throuple, he would be like “so you’re breaking up with jaime right” he would be like “so jaime’s gonna be naked too right. he’s gonna suck my dick? fine fine you don’t gotta twist my arm i’ll suck his dick too haha.” if cersei came to tyrion and genuinely says “it’s the three of us against the world” i think tyrion would be just as excited about the idea of fucking jaime as cersei, i think he would find it emotionally satisfying & intellectually stimulating to be told that they’ll let him be the next baby daddy if he helps them keep the incest a secret in general. this is his happy ending, actually

[theredofoctober]

DARKNESS— an Alicent Hightower/Rhaenyra fic

Synopsis: Alicent and Rhaenyra's meeting at the Sept ends in a sensual tryst wreathed with forbidden lust and longing...

Written from Alicent's POV

Pairing: F/F, Alicent and Rhaenyra

TW: internalised homophobia, technically stepcest/step incest

Read after the cut

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Wretched under the eyes of the Gods I made to flee the Sept, where I had gone to pray and give up to that place of stone and tallow all my sins, of which there were now many. But she who had met me there, disguised in modest cloth, called out to me with urgency.

"Alicent."

I should have run from her, called a guard to shackle her or cut her throat across the flagstones. But I could not, could never even at my cruellest turns have hated or wished ill upon her.

Scoffing, I looked over my shoulder, damning myself for the chattering bird of my heart, which has sung for her long and always.

"There is nothing more to say," I spat. "We cannot agree on this matter."

"No," said Rhaenyra. "But there are other things I would speak of with you, as we did when we were girls. Is there not some private chamber where you might sit with me?"

There was, but I knew that I should not trust her by me alone, that I might as well hold the blade she had in her sleeve to my own throat, such was the risk. But I saw in the winter moon of her soft face upturned, beseeching, that she meant me no injury, that she thought only of the days we'd lounged together on warm grass in happy youth.

I could not deny my longing to return to those hours of languid pleasures in which I'd yearned for her as one woman should not another. This crisis I had muttered over candlelight, ashamed of it, and yet I found myself nodding to my enemy and awaiting her as she gathered her skirts to rise.

Even in a Septa's formless garb Rhaenyra was beautiful, her long eyes like troubled jewels, her strong nose a pleasant slope above her slim rose of a mouth. There were those that whispered she'd long envied me my looks, and yet as she walked by my side I could not think how I would improve her visage.

For all her inner faults she did not wear them outwardly in any clear regard.

In silence I took her to a small room used for private worship whose door I locked behind us. The chamber was comprised of a simple cushioned bench, a high, narrow window, and a sparse row of candles, their modest light enough that I withheld a breath as my old friend unveiled her hair. It fell like the tail of a tumbled down star upon her clothes, so white amidst the gold of fire.

For all my bitterness against her and her clan, for all that I grieved for those dead and that would die I craved to run my hands through that hair as I had done while braiding it as a child. I burned there like some hapless wick, and sat as stone, my fists hard in my lap.

"Alicent," said Rhaenyra, again, and sitting by me on the bench she took my hand, a furrow cleaving her pale brow as I flinched, skittish, from her.

"You are bold to touch me," I said, "after what you have done. And what has been done to you."

"Perhaps," she said. "But have I not always been?"

I thought of her kissing me, once, which she'd done as a girl, a secret thing we had been caught at, and scolded from doing again. As Rhaenyra spoke I watched her mouth as I'd done then and wondered if it was soft still, how it would taste unsweetened by the cake she'd favoured.

My innards coiled with shame at the fancy, and I despaired that I was given so helplessly to aberration, whether through my lying with Cole or this other hunger.

"What is it you wish to discuss with me?" I asked.

My voice was cold, I'll warrant cruel, and yet I betrayed something of my thought, it seemed, for again Rhaenyra put out her hand to mine.

A fool, I let her take it. Like some plush bolt of fabric her skin was against me. Her fingers coiled, gentle, through mine.

I found my breathing laboured.

"My love for you remains," she said. "Remember this, when darkness falls. Through everything, I have loved you."

"And I you," I said. "It has been difficult. I do not deny it."

Rhaenyra lifted up my hand and kissed it, her lips like some pretty ring between the knuckles. She kept them there with soundless joy, her eyes half-closed in reverence. I shivered as she held me thus, and blinked my eyes of tears.

"My heart has strained for some solution to all that is between us," she said. "I came here in pursuit of it and have found none, and still this love remains."

"It is a doomed one," I said. "This we both know."

We looked upon each other without hope of altering what we beheld of fate, and as though impelled by one sole mind we moved into embrace, my arms about her shoulders, hers a link of iron at my waist. How warm and firm she was, smelling of leather, of travel sweat, and the sea.

I was overcome then with a joy contorted by my mourning of the friendship that was, by my resentment that in this world which was a trap for any woman she had thrived, defied it, had sinned often and without a care. That she had come to this place of worship and soundly dashed from me the prophecy, from which I'd clawed a desperate hope that all the motions I and those I loved had made against her claim were righteous—

She, this gleaming serpent of a woman, was the glass in which I saw myself descended from all grace. Yet as I held Rhaenyra I was overcome by love, by want of her; as I drew back I saw she felt the same, her eyes—always her most honest feature—flitting a dance of fire before me.

"We will not be together like this again," she said.

Her voice was soft, alluring. One hand came up to stroke my cheek, and only through fear of judgement did I resist her caress.

"No," I said. "Rhaenyra, I forget myself—"

"So forget with me," she said, "and think instead of how we were, once. What I dreamt in some other life could be."

She inclined her face to mine, our lips parted only by a lattice of breath.

"We must awaken from that dream," I whispered. "We cannot flee on dragon back together."

"That is not what I ask," she said. "Only this."

Slowly Rhaenyra brought her mouth to mine, and I opened to her willing, pulling her slim form to my breast with searing want of her proximity. So fierce, that kiss, a flagon that slaked me; I felt through it her care for me, the agony that was the gully of time and injury that would drive us both mad.

The crimson length of her tongue found mine, and I parted my jaw to take it, giving myself to violent abandon as I did to all beckoning sin.

She kissed me, kissed me, bent me back against the pillowed bench until I lay upon it, her figure in its dress of false innocence between my thighs. I tugged at my underskirts and the fabric beneath with haste, my hand at Rhaenyra's wrist, pulling her to the hot and urgent longing there.

She paused a moment, her white cheeks flushed with passion.

"You are certain?" she asked.

"Do not speak," I said. "Touch me. Touch me."

I kissed her, my hand a talon in her hair, exalting in the texture of it, the oily scent of it upon me. Rhaenyra moaned into my eagerness, led by my words to touch the cleft between my legs, the pistil of the lily waking to her fingertips. Digits by two she curved within me, guided by the upward wave of my hips in their wanton rutting.

I murmured against her lips, pulled at the Septa's dress until, gathered about her chest, I worked my palms beneath it. Rhaenyra's breasts fell into them, beautiful still, though like my own they had been changed by age and childbirth I felt and saw only loveliness, and wished I could have lain with her all the day to know them more. I turned my face into their weight, afraid my cries would give away our folly.

Rhaenyra slipped down from me then and knelt upon the floor, bowed in the mode of prayer between my trembling legs. Her eyes were the glittering of a wave as she caught my pleasure in the glass of her mouth, her tongue at play where her forefinger had been.

I gripped the bench and hissed through my teeth.

"Rhaenyra..."

I thought before I had known pleasure, not from Viserys, but from Cole— yet now as my enemy licked cunning fire through me those sensual heights seemed a phantom of the peak to which I leapt with Rhaenyra. Her fingers made a butter of my flesh, all salt, all molten sun— I saw her face turn, crowned with it, as she kissed my seam farewell.

"Come here," I said, and I tugged her up onto the bench in my place, earnest that I should return what she had given.

Rhaenyra laughed at my ferocity, and yet obeyed, watching from that greater height as I scrambled on all fours in a blinkering frenzy of desire to see this out.

There was a greed in me to taste her, a kind of lunatic helplessness to which I could put up not an ounce of resistance. I ran my face across her mound, the white arch of hair and dawn pink opening beneath; I sucked and lapped to cure the thirst that had me twisting, abject, a decade in my bed.

I felt her hands upon my nape, heard distantly her stifled cries as I—at last—had the flavour of her, the female musk I'd known before only from my own fingertips, or on the breath of my fallen knight. I ate of her clumsily, without expertise, my hand prying her lower mouth until its slickness let me in.

By the rhythm of her breathing and her motions against me I found how she was pleased, what touch, what tempo was her body's music.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyelids half-fell; her hands upon my scalp were sweat-damp, and I dismissed in my necessity to satisfy her the wickedness of what we did. Always such storm winds of lust took me away from myself, and did so then. I knew nothing of anger or despair, only the triumph of having Rhaenyra moan and rain her delight between my open lips.

I climbed up and sat against her, kissing her still, our pleasure one in the fluid melded on our tongues and lips. Then we sat still, her head on my shoulder as though we were but youths once more, both of us crying, sombre now in the loss that was to come.

There was nothing to be done to keep her by me; I had no power in this war between men, although I'd played my part in it.

When again I was to rise and leave the Sept we would be on either side of a crevasse that history would tremble to recall, this, like some glint of foresight, I was certain of.

And so I stayed beside her some minutes after, watched with longing as she rearranged her dress and put away her lovely hair again. But then I, too, rose from the bench and blew the candles out.

"Darkness," I said, at Rhaenyra's questioning glance. "It is a fitting end."

[lovelyrotter]

can we all remember to just say 'oh no thank you, i dont like that kind of food' but apply that logic and rules to shipping and letting other people ship again

[danmeichael]

SJ is totally the kind of guy who’d get super protective and controlling over his actual brother. We saw just how he was with Qi-ge, if he had an actual brother SY he’d be even worse. I love all flavors of ScumCum.

qi-ge can also be his actual brother, as a treat. he can have two brothers to be weird and controlling and protective over.

i think letting sj be a freak about sy would be good for him. it lets him exercise the worst parts of himself in a safe, controlled environment. like the attic he will be keeping his flirtatious idiot brother in.

[kittysarchive]

Girllll I was wondering if you can write the step dad chan into a story😭 That was so good !

For sure!!!

warnings- smut, step dad smut, oral (fem receive) use of daddy, kitten and baby, overstimulation

Hearing your mother's car drive away, Chan pounced on you before you could even think.

"I missed you so much" Kissing your lips, he also missed your body. Only able to do this in secret... and alone caused Chan to feel deprived of your. Returning the kiss, you allow Chan to lead you to the couch.

Laying you on your back, you don't break the kiss as Chan slides of your sweatpants. Being prepared, Chan is met with your bare pussy. Wasting no time, he breaks away from the kiss.

Feasting on your pussy, he inserts a finger into your cunt as he sucks your clit. Licking up all your juices, licking up your essence, Chan moans into your pussy. Feeling the vibrations of his moan cause you to buck your hips into his mouth.

"S-so good daddy" You cry out, throwing you head back onto the pillow behind you. Curling his finger in your heat, his tongue laps you folds. Sucking onto your pussy as a whole, he pulls his finger out.

"Need you so bad" You whine, pulling Chan back into a kiss. Tasting your own essence on his lips, you whine into kiss. Breaking the kiss, he pulls his pants down along with his boxers. Pulling out his already hardened cock, your pussy drips, waiting for him to fuck you.

"Gonna fuck you hard" He mumbles, eyes tarring at your tips as you remove your shirt and bra. Laying naked below him, Cha wastes not time entering you pussy. Feeling your tightness, Chan was amazed at how you were still so tight.

Feeling his whole length enter, your stomach swells, missing the feeling. Placing his rough hand on your stomach bulge, Chan retracts his hips before slamming forward. Hips finding a rhythm, pleasure fills both of you.

"So needy for daddy's cock" Chan laughs, seeing how you whined below. Speaking up, moving away from silence, you beg more.

"more" you cry out, voice unheard from Chan's grunting. Hearing a pipe of your voice, he brings his head down, trying to capture your words.

"Speak up kitten" Hearing the pet name, you clench hard around his cock.

"N-need more daddy" You speak up. Chan grips your tits, backing up and fucking you harder. Lifting leg over his shoulder, seat glistens his chest as the amount of energy he uses to fuck you deep and hard, to give pleasure to you.

Giving you a better angle, you cum over his cock. Far too soon and without his knowledge. Feeling the pleasure swirl around you, Chan continues to fuck you.

"Little more baby, Daddy has to cum" He brings his hand away from your tits, rubbing your head affectionally as he chases his end. Feeling the abuse on your tired pussy, you can't handle anymore. Tingling and pain replaces your pleasure.

Fucking his last thrusts in your aching pussy, Chan quickly pulls out. Cuming onto your stomach. In short bursts, your stomach is covered in his thick, warm seed.

"Do your friends know your such a whore for me?" Chan asks, as you lay beneath him. Chest heaving as his cum dribbled onto the couch beside you.

[lilacpaperbird]

If Supernatural had been set in Spain, baby would've been a Dodge 3700 gt

John would've been a former legionario (and he'd have the legion slogan "novio de la muerte" tattooed). Dean would've smoked since he was 15 (he would've rolled his own cigs of course) and he'd have an eyebrow piercing. Sam would've carried around a (stolen) copy of García Lorca's poetry and estampas de santos (pics of saints) hidden in his wallet

Also the religious themes and imagery would've been catholic, which means way more dramatic (and aesthetic). Mary as the Virgin Mary would've been a recurring parallel. Sam would've prayed the rosary for atonement or protection. The concept of penance would've pervaded everything.

There would've been more than one episode about Franco and the dictatorship (fun fact John would've been 21 when it ended wow). Also, knowing how Spanish tv works, we would've gotten many nude shots and sex scenes. Oh and several beach episodes (because Spain has lots of beaches but mainly because it's another excuse to show them semi-naked)

We would've gotten more gay characters since Spain was more accepting at the time (same sex marriage was legalized in 2005). And Sam and Dean's weird dynamic would've fit fine with other famous incestuous sibling couples of Spanish tv from the early 00s lmao (I can think of at least THREE beloved canon couples between step-siblings (not related by blood tho) from different shows of that time. Yeah crazy I know)

[zeroducks-2]

I’m coming back to the DC fandom after a break for a few years and it’s genuinely a baffling experience of like when the fuck did we start calling things batcest??? I don’t remember that ever being a term?? When did my popular basic staple ships that were everywhere (BruDick, JayDick, JayTim, etc) become like controversial?? When did this become a nuclear family??

I feel like I’m going a little crazy watching this wackass uptick in purity culture that feels especially palatable to me in the Batman/DC fandom. Like I was gone off to dabble in other fandoms and I came back and Tim Drake was canonically bi but everything else was on fire with a guy stabbed in the leg. Like people are banning me from my own house kind of situation.

You and many others anon, me included.

Not only they turned the bats and birds into a nuclear family and started harassing everyone who ships them, but they're also actively trying to do revisionism of fandom history by saying that the ships you mentioned have always been "controversial", and that it was a fringe community that used to ship them rather than the majority of people. Which couldn't be more false of course, but these people do not care about what's actually true or not and will keep coming up with more or less prettily worded bullshit to further their moral purity agenda.

We ARE talking about very basic ships which indeed were the foundation of the fandom (especially Brudick and Jaytim), and now shipping them earns you the "freak" badge, and the moment one of your ship posts goes above the 100 notes you're at risk of receiving mild to heavy harassment in the form of insults to suicide baiting to threats of doxxing. If it happens on Discord you might as well delete your account and start anew. This isn't in any way discouraged by tumblr itself - more and more anti harassment, "free shipping" blogs get termed while the censorship lovers thrive nearly as much as on twitter.

"Zero what are you saying twitter is way worse" Twitter is undeniably worse because its very format encourages misunderstanding and vitriol, but we can still post whatever we want on twitter. Whereas on tumblr showing one nipple is considered VM18, and if you even just mention your own history of childhood abuse you can get termed without previous warning, because a website in which CSA is even just brushed on is not safe enough for advertisers. I'm saying this because this culture of extreme censorship encourages anti-ship mentality and also encourages young queer people to police themselves, convinced that being perfectly pristine and sanitized is somehow the morally correct thing to do.

Oh and DC is at fault too. I talk about it at length here if you're interested in more of my yapping.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i recently remembered DickTim Week 2024 is happening very soon and i looked at the prompts again to see if i could get anything out for it and. the Hades & Persephone AU prompt for day 1 has got me really thinking so here's a vague concept i plan to write.

i've been pretty burnt out on modern Hades & Persephone retellings because of how they always seem to fall into the same generic "innocent wide-eyed girl runs from her evil mean mother into the arms of a dark mysterious man because actually she went willingly and chose to marry him" which has gotten repetitive for my tastes. (for clarity i don't care if this retelling is your cup of tea personally, so long as you're not actively trying to rewrite the original myth and claim untrue things about it, if this is your favorite flavor i sincerely hope you enjoy the buffet i just have little interest in it since it feels overdone for me and exhausted of it's supposed commentary atp)

but? but. biblically accurate Hades & Persephone AU has me all kinds of interested. because wait listen so hear me out right. Hades!Dick and Persephone!Tim, obviously. i feel it'd be more loosely inspired by with themes and imagery (though playing with death and nature powers could be interesting, i haven't decided) rather than explicitly making them gods and all. but. something dark and fucked up where Dick and Bruce are especially estranged. maybe to do with Jason's return, maybe to do with them just clashing and having their usual explosive arguments. and Bruce knows the peace needs to be kept, if he and Dick are at odds then everyone starts to pick sides and things just fracture so he needs a peace offering.

and the peace offering is Tim.

Bruce (the stand-in for Zeus) offers up Tim. agrees to have Tim move to Bludhaven and be Dick's... whatever Dick wants him to be. knowing that with the implication comes the likelihood of Dick grooming Tim. and Tim has no real say and is hesitant to put up a real fight. he doesn't want this, he knows what this is going to imply Dick will do to him, but he also knows if he says no things have the possibility to just... fall apart. so he's the unwilling bride, dragged off to the metaphorical underworld (Bludhaven) with Dick, away from his family, his friends, the life he built.

and on the flip side, i think weirdly enough, your best pick for the Demeter stand-in is *Jason*. just, hear me out on that. not necessarily on the side of it being motherly, but on Jason being just estranged enough from the Batfamily to be the one willing to call it out for being bad and wrong and raising bloody hell to get Tim back. maybe it's because Jason wants Tim for himself, maybe it's truly out of a concern for Tim to have autonomy, i'm toying with the idea of it primarily being Tim's POV and him genuinely not knowing which of these is true. (and the truth possibly ends up being a complicated middle ground) and because i like Helena, i think you can use her as the Hekate stand in, the one who strikes a tentative alliance with Jason and tries to go find Tim and bring him back. Tim stuck with Dick, getting groomed and hyperaware of it, possibly even getting fucked the whole time as well, knowing he can't go back without causing massive issues for Dick and Bruce because well, Bruce did promise him to Dick. so he has to adjust his whole life, try to figure out being a vigilante in this new city with Dick breathing down his neck the whole time.

and then much like the ending of the myth, a sort of compromise is struck that's a shaky deal for everyone involved. Tim is put on an essential timeshare, going back and forth between Gotham, where he has friends and family and a support system, then getting dragged right back to Bludhaven with Dick in this brutal cycle that he slowly gets used to and stockholm'd into even liking it. Dick isn't so bad, once he gets used to the quirks of their unbalanced 'relationship'. the sex is even something he can adjust to as well. not quite a happy ending but one that sits in this realistic grey area that becomes Tim's life.

i will write this, eventually, but i don't know if i'll get to it before DickTim Week ends so by posting the idea i'm essentially putting it out into the world so the peer pressure holds me accountable. i just. really like the potential of making Hades/Persephone AUs as fucked up as they can be simply by adhering to the source material and making it a raw story of being stolen away and forced to like this new home you didn't ask for.

also a less fleshed-out aspect of this idea i have ties into Persephone becoming the Queen of the Underworld when she's taken and how the transition from Kore to Persephone could be reflected in Tim. how he makes the best of the worst situation and becomes something far more dangerous and dark when he's in Bludhaven, possibly takes on a new vigilante name/identity and leans into the worst quirks of his personality he tries to tamper because there's no point in not going full tilt Obsessively Weird if he has no choice anyway and it being one small way he takes back his autonomy, and that inevitably making Dick *more* into him, because he gets to see Tim finally just. let loose.

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both graduating with honors from "how to look at your brother" school

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fucking blown away on the Real Deal Twincest subplot happening in a card game show of all things

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Hot Take:

Marvel putting Loki w/ Sylvie defeats the entire fucking point of the show.

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reading the interview with the vampire book for the first time! why is Louis and Claudia's relationship like that!! what the fuck is going on!!!