Kinda like it when you call me daddy

[grinded]

Doesn't everyone like to be pampered and spoiled? You could certainly understand the desire. How about receiving the benefits of experience and knowledge...through someone else, someone older than you and more distinguished? Be good, then, and you'll be rewarded. Be bad - well, remember: a punishment isn't off the table for someone with your youth.

— OR —

They're so young - yet so, so tempting. But you know what they say. The more forbidden the fruit, the sweeter the juice. They're absolutely off-limits. And wouldn't you love to taste them, no matter if you feel guilty or not? Look at yourself. Do you feel like a pervert? This person could be an outlier, or maybe you've always had a weakness, even if you didn't realize it before. At least you can take care of them like few others chasing after them could. You know exactly what they want and need.

• Comment with your character, information, and what role they'll play.
• Is there an age gap? Is this actually illegal? It could be kink play, though, or characters acting older and younger.
• Please note that there also doesn't need to be daddy kink "play" if you don't want it. There could just be an older/younger or an inexperienced/refined dynamic. Just be sure to clarify how heavy or light you'd prefer to go.
• Older ladies are fine, too.
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[proudofus]

[ ooc: Yes! Definitely! ]

[triskele_tattoo]

[OOC: Sorry for the delay, weekends are the worst for me for writing :| Anyhoo, let me know if this needs tweaking.]

It's difficult for Derek to pin down exactly how it started. Personal lives in Beacon Hills are notoriously tumultuous, and not just because supernatural disasters happen every few months to shake up everything. Maybe it started during the training sessions, with Allison learning how to fight a werewolf from one. Or maybe it was on a late night stakeout of some suspected villain's house when they were paired off by luck of the draw. Whatever it was, it struck a spark, and down the line, they're somewhere Derek would never have expected to go.

But here he is, sitting on the couch in his loft, deliberately facing away from his bed, where he can hear Allison bustling around. Ten minutes ago, she'd arrived at his door after school, promising him some kind of surprise and making him promise not to peek or use any of his enhanced senses to try and figure out what she had up her sleeve. So there he sits, fingers drumming on the sofa cushions, curiosity piqued but entirely confident that whatever Allison has planned, he's going to enjoy it a lot.