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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.

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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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[ daddy af ]

[ Are you comfortable with a comics character who was Peter's high school classmate in the comics? I can AU her into MCU easily. ]

(the younger one Kink List)

[ Sinister Daddy. Deets on journal. ]

Edited 2017-12-30 21:53 (UTC)

[Down for trying anything on your faves/yes lists, except zoophilia. Demonic/corruption themes are fun, and the daddy kink would be a good mindfuck. Also extra-down for piercings, they're a favorite.]

The Icon known as Zatanna Zatarra legally belonged to Deitrich Lindstrom. It was not a well-known name, certain not one Zatanna had heard before. It took digging, but in the smoke-filled rooms of the dark side of showbusiness she found signs of his existence. A powerful and enigmatic man, a mogul who owned a hundred theaters, with fingers in a thousand more.

The contract was ridiculous; Zatanna would never have sold her name to someone else. Her lawyer had no idea how it happened, or so he claimed. Her own recollection of signing the contract was fuzzy, but her signature was verified as authentic before every authority she put it in front of, magical or otherwise. The contract was ironclad: unless she decided to abandon her name and act she would have to work for Dietrich Lindstrom, and apparently he was very happy with the acquisition. He met her in person soon afterward and impressed upon her that he would be working closely with her in the future. Very closely.

He micromanaged her show: appearance dates, venues, wardrobe. Overtime, the changes made a clear pattern: skimpier outfits, shadier venues, suggestive tricks and dialogue that he added to her routine. She fought every change, and often he made concessions, but she found it difficult to completely oppose him. It was difficult to argue with him without feeling like she was attacking him, leaving every encounter feeling guilty, even after making concessions.

Things changed after one particular wardrobe change. A simple black choker that went around her neck. It was such a simple request she didn't even fight it after getting him to concede a nearly transparent lace top for one show that had "polled well" in focus groups. She realized something was wrong when she couldn't take it off, and when she confronted him about it, his sympathetic persona was gone. He told her she would be wearing the lace top for the next show, and when she argued, he slapped her. She tried to defend herself but found that her magic was being suppressed. That was the first time he raped her.

The collar gave him other control over her; he always knew where she was, what she was saying and doing. If she tried to report what was happening to her, events would conspire to prevent her from saying something, and then he would punish her. She became his toy, and her show became her torture, more exhibition show than magic performance.

It's been two months since the collar, and Zatanna just finished a show where four members of the audience get to come onstage and fuck her as part of the final 'trick.'

The curtain has closed, and the audience is filing out, all having signed non-disclosure agreements that prohibit them from sharing what they've seen and in some cases, done. Lindstrom approaches Zatanna, hands clasped behind his back, wearing pinstripe slacks and a lavender silk shirt.

"Another successful show, sweetie?"

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The changes to her show and the venues had one upside- he was smart enough to keep the crowds small and select, people (and probably beings who weren't technically people) who would play along. She convinced her friends and allies she'd simply retired from show business and was focusing on some mystic pursuit or another. They didn't have to suffer just because she was.

And little by little, she was finding ways to make this less painful for her. She was a performer, and could play a part. He kept her guessing, though- some nights he was more violent than any of the crowd could be, other nights- the ones she really hated, he would say and do all the things a proper, caring lover would, and it was so much easier, so much safer to play along if he wanted her to. To use magic and other means to bend to keep herself from breaking.

When he came to her, she'd rid herself of the last of the costume that had been torn from her and cleaned herself off. Aside from the collar, she was naked, and she'd stopped trying to cover herself when he was with her.

"Did you like it?" She made the fear in her voice sound like she was genuinely desperate for his approval.

"You did very well, pumpkin," he told her, running a hand through her hair. It was difficult to run his fingers all the way through the length of her long locks without getting cum on his fingers. He didn't mind, however. He put his fingers up to her lips and let her lick it off of them.

"You missed one cue, however," he told her, his eyes narrowing. "You were supposed to beg them to cum inside of you."

Edited 2018-01-01 23:21 (UTC)

Her mouth was open as soon as touched her, and her tongue quick to clean his hand. "I couldn't-" she says, trying very very hard not to make it sound like a plea. An argument. She had to push back somehow, even if she'd given up any hope of doing so physically or magically- at least, not yet. "I had a cock in my throat for the last- I don't even know how long." She actually wasn't sure. She thinks she might have blacked out.

He slapped her across the face, hard.

"I don't want to hear excuses," he told her, his face impassive, shadows casting dark lines across his face.

"Grab the bar, ass out, legs spread," he told her. The bar was backstage, a simple handrail set in the wall that she could grab in both hands. It was low so she had to bend over, exposing her ass and pussy to Dietrich for whatever it was he wanted to do to her. Which was obvious this time as she saw him approach the tool stand and grab a large leather strap.

(( we have a bunch of overlapping yeses and faves~ this is his kink list, and I'll go ahead and say anything on his maybes is also free game! since Dick has a lot of (morally gray) older men in his life, I think this could be a ton of fun to play with. ))

[ Sounds like fun! Any suggestions on how to get this started? Would you rather this be a human Lindstrom with a typical (if dark) relationship, or a demonic lindstrom that is exerting more supernatural control over him? ]

(( oh man I love both those ideas! lindstrom could be someone dick is investigating or confronting or trying to get close to him while undercover... or we could AU it entirely so Dick’s just Bruce’s ward without any of the superhero stuff? What would you like to play with? ]

[ Let's put it this way, how badly do you want Dick to be able to get injured? ]

(( lol I am down 100% for injury, though I'll put it out there that I'm not a big fan of wound-fucking. other than that, I'm up for whatever~~~ ))

[ Neither TBH so your good :3

And yet while thinking about that I still want to do the mundane AU. Maybe in the future we can try a more violent superhero theme one.

Last question: college age or HS age? ]

(( high school would be fun because he'd still be more innocent and sheltered, even while he's trying to prove that he can be independent. college would be fun because he'd be all !!rebellious!! and/or trying to get an internship/job. BOTH HAVE THEIR PROS I'm sorry I'm not actually being very helpful but mostly I'm just like aaaah everything sounds great ))

[ If u don't have a preference I'll go with highschool cuz Lindstrom sucks and likes young and impressionable :3

Try this on for size ]

"The Picture of Dorian Gray seems at first like an indictment of hedonism and crime," Dietrich Lindstrom explained, the book sitting on his desk, the current subject of class discussion. All of the class should have finished by now. He knew maybe half of them had. He knew just as certainly that Dick was among them. In fact, he knew Dick had probably read it twice. Dietrich embodied the 'hip' teacher aestethic. He wore a simple button up shirt and jeans, and at the moment he was standing in front of desk, leaning back.

Dick seemed distracted, however, not that it was surprising to Deitrich. He had, after all, shoved a vibrating butt plug into Dick's asshole this morning, and this was the last class of the day. Dietrich had been very considerate to make sure Dick would not be embarrassed by his erection all day, however; he'd made sure to lock Dick's cock into a tight chastity cage.

"And yet, Oscar Wilde himself admits in an interview that Dorian Grey is someone that he idealizes, wishes to be. A controversial statement. It's not surprising in Victorian london such a sentiment would send you to hard labor for two years."

He looks at Dick, a twinkle in his eye. "Do you agree, Dick?"

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He’d been letting the lecture wash over him, his hands curled into loose fists on his desk as he struggled to breathe. No matter how he shifted, the plug nudged up just barely against his prostate, vibrating just enough to keep him off-balance and desperate, his cock aching in the cage that keeps him soft.

Dick doesn’t hear his name being called, not until one of his classmates poke him sharply, and he jerks his head up, eyes wide. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear the question...?”

He trails off, ears burning as he sits forward, biting back a whimper.

This was cruel and unnecessary, maybe even risky.

He couldn't help himself.

"The smartest boy in class still has to pay attention," Dietrich teased. "Oscar Wilde was sentenced to 2 years of hard labor for this book. Do you think he was careless for doing so? Was he making an artistic statement or was he simply a depraved man who balked at the social constructs of his society?"

Dick flushes, holding his teacher’s eyes for a beat before dropping his gaze, biting thoughtfully at his lower lip. It’s so hard to think like this, almost impossible to wrap his mind around literature, and he swallows.

“I, ah, I think...” he shifts restlessly in place, shivering as it nudges the toy inside him again. “I think... I don’t think he d-deserved it. Oscar Wilde was writing with from his experiences and...” His brow furrows as he speaks, words growing stronger as he warms to the topic. “He was infatuated at the time, wasn’t he? So Dorian Gray could have been his way of writing out his desires and frustrations with his lover.”

With that, he settles back into his seat, breath hitching when his weight settles him on to the plug again.

"Now that's interesting. You know a great, amount of classical literature can be explained with the phrase 'x was infatuated at the time.' Almost as much as 'x was disgusted by.'"

Deitrich left Dick alone for the rest of the class, continuing the lesson. When the bell finally rang, and the students were leaving, he spoke up.

"Dick, I'd like for you to stay after class for a bit." The teasing earlier actually gave a rather plausible excuse even, making it seem like Dick was going to be chastised. Some of the other students actually seemed to get a perverse kick out of seeing the boy wonder in trouble.

As much as he normally loved this class, by the end of it, Dick has mostly given up on paying attention, spending most of his energy trying to keep his breathing steady and making it not too obvious why he’s so distracted.

Being told to stay behind is both a horror and a relief; he expects to get some relief, but he also knows he’ll probably be punished for not being able to stay focused for the day.

He makes a low sound of complaint, but jerks his head down in a short nod of acceptance, slowly putting his things away. Standing up takes actual effort, and Dick’s knees crumple at his first attempt. Luckily, he catches himself against his desk, and by the time he shakily makes his way to the front of the room, there’s only one or two other students left.

Dietrich busies himself erasing the white board while the other students leave, finally having to eyeball one who was obviously trying to milk it and stick around to see Dick get told off. The last student finally leaves and Dietrich closes and locks the door behind them, then he moves across the room to draw the blinds closed.

"Do you know why I asked you stay after class, Dick?" Dietrich asked, keeping his face completely straight as he meandered back to the front of the room. Once he gets there he reaches down and grabs Dicks cock through his pants, wrapping his hands around the bulky metal cage and giving it a strong tug.

Nerves and anticipation build at the pit of his stomach as he waits, watching as Mr. Lindstrom slowly walks around the room, the classroom steadily getting darker. Dick barely bites down the whimper that builds at the base of his throat as he instinctively takes a half step back at the intimidating presence. The hand that grabs for his crotch moves faster than he realizes it, and this time, he doesn’t manage to stifle the sound, crying out as he jerks, one hand catching the side of the large desk as he pitches forward.

“I-I didn’t do anything!” he protests breathlessly. “Sir,” Dick adds as an afterthought.

"Well, that's objectively untrue, and you know how I feel about how narrowly objectivity applies," Dietrich says. Then he grabs Dick by the hair on the back of his neck and pulls him into an aggressive kiss, sticking his tongue in Dick's mouth, sucking at Dick's tongue so hard that it hurts.

It’s made worse by how pleasantly his teacher speaks, so matter of fact that Dick finds himself nodding in ashamed agreement for lying. And then he’s grabbed and pulled in, and he gasps, letting out a breathless sob—a sound that’s immediately muffled and swallowed by the forceful kiss.

He whines softly, hands coming up to grasp helplessly at Lindstrom’s shoulders, wrinkling the neat shirt.

He breaks the kiss and, still holding Dick by his hair, makes a show of examining him.

"You're guilty of looking too goddamn beautiful," Dietrich tells him. "Get on your knees."

He loosens his belt and unzips his pants while Dick does that, freeing up his cock.

"Do a good job and I'll let you out of your cage," he tells him.

Dick’s knees hit the ground before he even realizes that he’s moving. Intellectually, somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that this is wrong. He’s been through the talks with Bruce (god, that was awful for both of them) and Gotham Academy has always made a point of making sure their students are aware of sexual predators—so many of them are children to the rich and powerful, after all. And yet...

Dick’s only really aware that he desperately wants to please his teacher, that if he’s good, he’ll be praised and rewarded. “Please,” he breathes, and licks his lips as he shifts, spreading his legs slightly as his hips buck uselessly up. Dick opens his mouth, letting his tongue loll out as he waits for Mr. Lindstrom’s cock.

Deitrich runs his hands over Dick's face, caressing his cheek, running his hands through his hair. He grabs another fistful as he grabs his cock with the other hand and starts to flick Dicks face with it. He tapped Dicks face several times, on his nose, on his lips, on his cheeks, holding his head still while he delayed gratification and embarrassed the boy. The third tap onward left a touch of precum on Dick's face as the excercise made Lindstrom even harder and aroused than he already was.

Finally, he put it up against Dick's lips and pulled Dick's face towards him, sliding his cock into Dick's mouth.

He groaned aloud. Perhaps he wasn't quite as lost as Dick was, but he'd been looking forward to this all day.

"This is worth 40% of your final grade," Lindstrom teased.

Each tap of the cock against his face makes his blush a little deeper, and Dick’s grateful that his skin tone makes it all little harder to see—especially when it starts leaving little sticky wet spots on him. He’s squirming in humiliation, hips shifting restlessly as he tries and fails to find some sort of relief from the plug still tantalizing him, saliva pooling at the back of his mouth and making him swallow compulsively by the time his teacher’s cock is shoved into his mouth.

“Mmmph!” He makes a muffled sound of horrified protest, but is careful enough to keep his teeth away. With that kind of threat, how could he not put his all into this? Dick sucks and slurps at Lindstrom’s cock, still not very skilled but trying to make up for it with determined enthusiasm.

Enthusiasm was great but it only went so far.

"Suck on it," he directed dick. Both of his hands went to Dicks head, fingers threading through his black hair. "Tighten your lips and tongue around it. Have you been practicing your gag reflex?"

He tested that last question by pushing his cock deeper into Dick's mouth, his head starting to enter Dick's throat. Lindstrom's cock was a little below average in girth but it was a good seven inches long.

He does as he’s told and sucks, hollowing his cheeks as he drags his tongue over the bottom of Lindstrom’s cock, breathing through his nose.

With his mouth full, it isn’t as though he can answer the question, but when Lindstrom pushes in, he has to struggle not to gag, his throat working around it as tears well up in his eyes. It’s not as bad as the first time he’d tried to deepthroat Lindstrom’s cock, back when he had to immediately pull off as he coughed choked, but it’s not...great. Not yet.

As much as he'd enjoy adding a bit of asphyxiation play to this, the last thing Lindstrom needed was Dick vomiting all over his slacks. So he eased up, pulling back and letting Dick pleasure the latter half of his cock.

"We'll definitely be doing some additional work on that," Lindstrom told him.

"Pull your bottoms off, I want you to play with the ass plug while you suck me off." Lindstrom also wanted to see Dick's cock twitching in its cage while he did it.

The feeling he’s struck with is one of sudden despair, that feeling that he’s failed, and he pulls off to shake his head, licking his lips. “I can do it,” he insists, and determinedly tries to sink down on Lindstrom’s cock again—though he again struggles as soon as the long cock nudges against the back of his throat.

He yanked Dick's hair back hard, and then kicked Dick hard in the dick.

"Don't argue with me," Lindstrom told him dangerously.

The sudden burst of pain makes him wail, hunching over to curl up in place. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

[OOC: Canonically serious issues with his kids, so why not? Good for DD/lg play or genuine father/daughter.]

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