Here are some yandere batfam pseudocest/incest prompts that I have not personally seen since I feel like you guys think you are in a box but I know you guys are very smart and very creative, you just need a little push (warning some are non-con/dub-con):
BRUCE WAYNE
—some dad Bruce and eldest child where ‘the bad guys made them do it’.
—Bruce and the nanny that helped raise him alongside Alfred.
—Bruce tricking the world into believing that his sibling is his spouse.
—Bruce takes in someone with the intentions of being a mentor and father to them only to have horrible fantasies about them.
DICK GRAYSON
—again, Dad Dick Grayson and his kid. Specifically in a way where the reader is the one consistently pursuing him and one day he just caves in. Just folds.
—Uncle Dick Grayson and niece/nephew reader who don’t know each other’s secret identities and end up hooking up in costume.
—half-brother Dick Grayson who keeps ruining all your dates and is the reason why your relationships end the way they do 90% of the time.
—weird cousin Dick that everybody likes but he’s consistently creepy and odd towards you until one day you’re doing laundry and find your underwear stuffed and forgotten in the pockets of one of his sweatpants.
JASON TODD
—Dad Jason Todd who finds out you have been having relationships behind his back (like dates and a partner and all that) and crashes out like a girlfriend that just caught her boyfriend fucking another girl in her bed.
—Uncle Jason who has consistently tried to set boundaries between the two of you but also always ends up crawling back into your arms someway or another.
—little brother Jason Todd who is caught between seeing you as his older sibling, seeing you as his parent, and seeing you as his whole ass spouse.
—step-brother Jason who’s awkward and fumbles through every single interaction the two of you have despite being twenty times your size and has to make do with the nude picture he hacked into your phone to get.
CASSANDRA CAIN
—Adoptive mom Cass who doesn’t know what normal parental love and affection looks like so when she takes you in she doesn’t know if what burns within her is love or lust until she sees herself in the mirror for the first time after an interaction with you.
—clingy and weird little sister Cass who sneaks into your room to shower with you constantly to the point that you’ve gotten used to it—then she started touching you.
—Auntie Cass who doesn’t want you to end up having a bad sexual experience and ends up letting you lose your virginity to her as a way of learning.
—cousin Cass who keeps somehow showing up in each country you travel to and sneaking into your hotel room no matter how secluded the hotel is.
Like. Some of these are uncomfortable lol but at least I hope that now you guys are aware that you are more than allowed to be original or weird with it.
cw/ nsfw, older stepbro!gojosatoru x younger stepsis!fem.reader, pseudocest, mentioned drug use, dubcon, dark content, dead dove do not eat, grooming, slut shaming, perv behavior, virgin kink
You were an only child for a really long time and grew up in a small village with little social interaction, thinking it would stay that way forever. That was until your father apparently met his true love and married her within only four months, giving you a brother who was three years older than you. Suddenly, everything around you started to change and the old got replaced with the new. You got a bigger family, a bigger city, and a bigger house, but even then the change wasn’t that difficult to manage. Eventually, you got used to it and it became your normal.
That was years ago. When you were younger, you envied others for having siblings and were really happy once you found out that you were going to have one too. That was also years ago.
“Why are you so late.” a stern voice rang out as soon as you opened the front door with a click.
Your eyes looked slightly surprised at your brother, because you hadn’t expected anyone to still be up at this hour. There was still a small light on in the living room, which you could see from outside but you thought someone had left it on for you so you wouldn’t be greeted by complete darkness.
You stepped inside, closed the door behind you, and tiredly tossed your shoes into the hallway while blue eyes watched you silently, eyebrows furrowed.
“Because I was out, duh,” you replied curtly. Even though you’d spent the first half of your life without him, over the years it had only been natural for you to act like any other normal sibling pair out there.
Your attitude made it clear that you had absolutely no desire to have this conversation right now, but it wasn’t as if Satoru cared. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back before you could walk past him. “It’s two in the morning for fucks sake. Why did you stop replying to my messages?”
You sighed as if the reason wasn’t obvious enough. “Because you were being a total pain in my ass. I really don’t get what the big deal is like, just this once I’m staying out a little longer, so what?”
“It is a big deal when no one knows where you are or how you’re gonna get home.”
You rolled your eyes as you let out a big sigh and started whining at his persistence. “What do you want, an apology? I’m tired and just want to go to bed.”
The way you weren’t taking him seriously at all was getting on his nerves. It was as if you didn’t even notice how incredibly pissed off he was right now because of your reckless behavior. Maybe you couldn’t quite read his mood, because he’d never been this angry with you before. It was quiet, and his gaze was seething—pretty unusual for his usually loud demeanor, which was a simple signal you could pick up on. Without it, you were like a little rabbit without the instinct to hop away when danger approached.
You usually weren’t really the type for this sort of thing since you had a tendency to find comfort in simple things. The isolated way you’d grown up as a child was clearly evident in this regard, and so you spent most of your time either with a few specific people or alone. This was the first time he had been confronted with such a situation and he wondered what pushed you to do this even if that was the least of his worries right now. Your father was foolish enough that he hardly cared what you were up to, but if you thought it would be the same with him, you were sorely mistaken.
“Have you been drinking?” he asked, leaning his head closer to you and grimacing even more at the familiar smell. “Please tell me you haven’t been smoking weed too.”
“Ugh, can’t you just hop off my dick, dude? I’m serious—”
Before you could finish your sentence, your brother dragged you toward the living room with such force that it was impossible not to follow him. It was as if he didn’t even care if you stumbled along the way. You were sensing that something about him was kinda off since you were somewhat sober by now but the exhaustion was beginning to cloud your insights. “Can you let go of me, already!”
Satoru roughly sat you down on the couch in front of him and ignored your whining. He’d waited hours for you and worried so much that something had happened to you when you stopped replying to him. He was going to prove to you how wrong you were, if you thought that you could just ignore his messages without consequences. His hands wandered to your jacket, which was long enough to cover your butt, but he wanted to see what exactly was hiding beneath it since he saw nothing but sheer stockings on your legs. “Shut up, you’re being too loud.”
You grabbed his wrists to stop him from unzipping your jacket, but it was no use. “What are you doing?!”
It was obvious enough that he didn’t see the point in explaining it to you. “I didn’t know you even had clothes like this in your closet,” he finally commented, his eyebrows knitted together, as he stared down at your heaving form because you wouldn’t stop struggling. He held your arms at your sides so you couldn’t cover yourself; if you were brave enough to wear something like that outside, then you could do it in front of him too.
“So you really were at some party, huh. There’s no way you’d meet up with your friends in a top so tight that you can see your nipples poking through it like this,” he stated, looking at everything without shame. His eyes then wandered down, and he was sure that if you didn’t press your legs together so tightly to keep the scrap of fabric at your hips from sliding down further, he’d have a full view of the panties you’d decided to wear today. “Is that really a skirt? It’s so short that you’ve probably flashed everyone around. You look like a hooker.”
You felt your face getting hotter with every word as you threw your head back to avoid his gaze. The two of you were close but this was the first time your brother had dared to say such hurtful things to you. “You’re being unnecessarily mean. I don’t need you to find me attractive or anything, so I don’t care if you think I’m ugly,” you finally said. “It’s not like I want to impress you. There are plenty of other guys out there.”
You completely misunderstood the situation. Satoru wasn’t judging you because he thought that you looked ugly in what you were wearing, quite the opposite actually—you really couldn’t have been more wrong with that tiny pea brain of yours. He knew how sensitive you were and that you’d chosen your words to deliberately slap him in the face. After all, he was physically superior to you so the only option left was a petty verbal attack.
He understood your reaction, which is why he didn’t hold it against you in your current state, even if it only irritated him even more. “You talk as if you already have a lot of experience in that area,” he said coldly, already feeling his patience slipping at the mere thought. “Just because I say you look like a hooker doesn’t mean you have to act like one. You’re still a virgin, aren’t you?”
You weren’t sure why he would ask you such a question. Your brother had always been pretty interested in your dating life and therefore often asked if there was anyone special at the moment, but never like this—this was the first time he’d gone this far. “Stop being so noisy, what’s wrong with you?”
It was a mistake not to answer his question, because the next second he positioned you so that you were lying on the couch before sitting between your legs. “You don’t understand because you grew up all alone, but big brothers worry about stuff like that. I have lots of friends with younger siblings, trust me,” he reassured you when he saw the panic rise on your face. “It’s okay if you don’t want to answer my question from earlier. I would’ve checked for myself anyway.”
He didn’t even give you a moment to ask questions as his hands loosened their grip and began to slide down, letting your skirt slip over your hips. You reached out uncertainly for his arm to stop him. “What are you talking about? You’re acting really weird. There’s no reason why that should concern you.”
He hummed as he continued what he was doing. “Of course there is. You have to stay a virgin if you want to marry a good husband someday. Trust me, I know how men tick, they sleep with girls here and there, but those aren’t the ones they’ll put a ring on. They just use those and treat them like trash,” he tried to explain as he casually reached for your tights and simply ripped them right there between your legs. “I just don’t want my little sister to be treated like trash. That’s why I have to protect her from her own desires.”
The way he phrased that may have been a bit dramatic but it wasn’t a crime to exaggerate a little, was it now? You’d always been pretty naive and, to be honest, pretty clueless when it came to things like that. He’d had this fantasy swirling around in his head for quite a while now, so a tiny little part of him was almost delighted that you’d decided to be a little rebellious because it gave him the perfect opportunity to act on it.
You looked up at him uncertainly, and without realizing it, it was exactly that look that sent all the blood in his body rushing south. “Are… are you like that too?” you finally murmured, coming to the conclusion that he was saying all this because he was speaking from personal experience.
He smiled at your response. Maybe if you’d trusted him just a little less, you wouldn’t have let him treat you this way. “Hmm, yes. I am,” he finally replied, gently rubbing the edges of your underwear. “But I would never treat you like that. You’re my sister, after all.”
Satoru’s hand then hooked onto the bottom of your panties, and with a quick glance down, he noticed they were a simple black pair with a small bow on the front. You felt his thumb brush against your skin as he pulled the fabric to the side to get a good look at your virgin pussy. “Hm? You really shaved down here, huh. Did you actually plan to let someone into this tight hole?”
“I just trimmed the hair a little!” you defended yourself, feeling a bit uncomfortable with your brother being so close to you.
Satoru lifted your legs a little higher. “Don’t lie to me, you’re really pissing me off right now. Only stupid girls like you would get the idea to lose their virginity to some random guy at a party,” he said, raising his hand to wet one of his fingers with spit.
You furrowed your eyebrows. “You don’t know anything—what are you even doing?”
“Virgin cunts like yours can’t even take a finger without bitching and moaning,” he explained as if he were talking about the weather. His finger touchedyour entrance carefully. “To be honest, I don’t think anyone’s ever put their dick inside you, but better safe than sorry, right?”
Something inside you wanted to ask if that was really true. Was it really normal for brothers to do something like this? Satoru could see how conflicted you looked. He pushed the tip in and met resistance within the first few centimeters. It really didn’t seem like you were used to anything pushing inside you and if it were possible, he got even harder in his pants. “Relax, it’s not like we’re having sex. What do I even get out of touching you like this? Nothing at all,” he lied to you without a shred of guilt, soaking up every reaction your body gave him.
You said nothing more than to grimace slightly in pain, and your silence was reason enough for him to continue. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked with feigned concern, because the fact actually only aroused him even more. He wasn’t sure when it began or what exactly it was that triggered such feelings, but the thought that you were so incredibly gullible and had zero experience in everything remotely sexual just did something to him. He’d fucked virgins before, but none of them were his sweet, dumb little sister and that’s because he only had one little sister who was you.
Sometimes, Satoru picked up girls based on how much they resembled you because he couldn’t do that to you—even if you weren’t blood relatives, you’d practically grown up together. But if he wasn’t allowed to, then he wouldn’t let some stupid idiot get what had been denied to him. There were times where he wondered what was holding him back and what it would take to break it. “It’s in now, but I’ll admit I really had to push because you’re so fucking tight. Do you even masturbate?” he asked you just for fun.
Your thigh twitched. “I don’t put anything in when I do it… I just touch my clit,” you said as you wrapped an arm around your face in a pathetic attempt to hide from him.
You’re so incredibly cute, and Satoru couldn’t believe that he was truly the first in every way to touch you in places that had never been touched before. His thumb found your little button, and as expected, you flinched at the slightest touch. You must have been pretty sensitive if you could come just by touching your clit, or maybe you were just too dumb to realize you weren’t doing it. Whatever it was, it made him incredibly horny.
“Aren’t you done yet? Can’t you let me go now?” you finally asked as he began rubbing small circles on it, which made you feel things you never thought your own brother would trigger in you.
“Hm,” he hummed. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t wanna.”
You tried to push yourself away from him, but his grip on you wouldn’t let you move an inch. “This is weird, I don’t want to do this…” you finally said, unable to find an excuse for being so intimate with your own brother.
“It’s not weird, we’re just close,” he replied. “You’re definitely a virgin with this tight fucking hole, though. That’s good, otherwise I’d be really mad at you,” he said, completely serious. “Besides, you’re pretty wet, if I let you go to your room now, you’ll just masturbate anyway, so I’m just helping you out.”
You stared at him, unsure, as he leaned forward until his face was right in front of yours. You still looked incredibly cute, so flustered and confused. “Let’s kiss,” he finally suggested. It was as if he couldn’t stop demanding more fom you, couldn’t stop from taking because how could he be satisfied with just a little when he was this close. “Do you know how to use your tongue? I guess not, but that’s okay. I can show you.”
You held him firmly by the shoulder with one hand while your other pushed his face away from you. “Are you crazy! Of course I don’t want to kiss you, you freak!”
He pouted as he looked down at you. Your breathing grew heavier, and you tried to squeeze your thighs together. “Why not? We kiss all the time, what’s the big deal?”
You looked at him in disbelief as you tried to compose yourself, because an innocent kiss on the cheek was hardly comparable to what he was demanding of you. Before you could set him straight, the words got stuck in your throat, and a small moan escaped your lips as you felt your brother pinch your clit between his fingers.
Satoru was being mean to you since you wouldn’t give in to him, and he’d actually only meant to punish you a little for it. He hadn’t thought it would push you over the edge. “…did you just cum?” he asked you in disbelief, forgetting to blink for a moment as he burned the scene before him into his mind, frame by frame.
In his shock, it was easier for you to push him off you and run up to your room. “You’re so stupid!” you shouted after him, keeping your voice low so as not to alarm your parents.
Satoru watched your figure until you disappeared from his view and he heard your door click shut. His eyes then drifted down to his hand, which was still stained by you. It was still warm, too. A small part of him was torn, but not because he felt guilty for what he had done.
He was just unsure whether he should lick up the cum you left on his fingers or use that same hand to get himself off.
CW: Eventual pseudocest, mentions of dead parents, very heavily intoxicated reader. both are kinda assholes in their own way hehe
The night air was frigid against your exposed skin though your body was so warm from the alcohol you’d consumed that you felt as if steam was rolling off of you in thick waves. The sweat against the back of your neck and forehead was now frozen to you, your hair unruly and your makeup smeared to prove the fun you had been having.
Key word, had.
Somehow you’d been unable to hear the loud sirens over the roaring music that poured in through the living room, your beer spilling onto your boots as Nathan Sparks dropped his vape pen at the same time. Probably more out of fear than surprise. Not one part of this was following his parole.
He was fucked, and you were stumbling around too much to try and escape. Well, you didn’t really know why everyone was running. You only started taking off because they were. Probably how you ended with your face in the dirt and your knees scraped to shreds.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” A familiar hiss fell across you as strong arms gripped your wrists tightly, tugging you up against his strong chest. You stumbled again, nearly folding in half before his grip tightened along you.
The familiar voice instantly made you drop your head, knowing you were totally fucked. Gator. Your annoying stepbrother. Though both of you were much too grown for you to even consider him as a brother. It was just weird, and wrong.
Plus he loved to pester you, picking on you like he was in middle school. He’d poke at you, tug on your hair and snap your bra straps, and teasing you until your blood was boiling. He could get under your skin better than anyone else could.
And you hated him. Not as much as you hated his father, but enough that you began to struggle against his touch as irritation filled you. Of course you had to be snatched up by him.
“I’m not nowhere,” you slurred out, blinking roughly as your feet failed to move in motion with his. At this point he was just dragging you forward, making you squirm as you feared that you’d fall back onto the hard ground.
“Stop with the bratty fuckin’ attitude and quit resisting,” his tone was gruff, filled with irritation as he gave you a quick pat down. You thought for a moment that you had threatened to bite him, but then you thought you might’ve imagined it, “should toss your ass in a cell, see if you like bein’ there overnight.”
He pressed on the top of your head until you were placed halfway in the cruiser, your feet stuck out in front of you as you peered at the blood that was streaming from your knees. He was pacing back and forth as the frigid breeze washed over you, all while you were struggling to keep up with reality.
“Does Roy know you’re here?” Gator’s brown hair was slicked back in his usual style, his brows raised enough that you could count the lines on his forehead. His pink lips were spread as an exasperated sigh left his tongue, his hazel eyes hot against your skin.
“S’like I said, I ain’t doing nothing wrong.” For a moment you thought you might be seeing double of him, up until you blinked and the world slowed down again. Who didn’t drink in this shitty little town?
You wrinkled your nose, then again as something kept brushing against your skin. Your wrists were bound by handcuffs, so you couldn’t move it away. When did that happen?
“Gator are you-, you arresting me?” Everything was rushing towards you in waves as you squinted up at him, mouth parting in disbelief. You did not want to deal with the fallout that would come from that.
“I should, ya even old enough to be here?” One hand was resting against the door, the other on the top of the cruiser as he bent over to observe you. His features were all scrunched together as he stared at you, waiting for your catty response.
“I’m old enough to drink you dipshit.” He snorted as he stood, wiping at his chin even though he knew it was true. It bothered you how he treated you like you were younger than you actually were, and he did it because he knew the way it bothered you.
“What else you had?” His flashlight was so bright that you were almost blinded, blinking away the dark shapes that remained before he was holding your head up again.
Truth was there was a long list of items that had been available at your fingertips to fuck you up. Though other than a few drinks and a hit from Nathan’s pen here and there, you had nothing. The other things gave you a nice high, but the comedown was too miserable to even consider.
It sucked being in a town where the funnest thing to do was to get fucked up.
“Your mom,” a quiet beat passed between the two of you as his eyes widened for one split second, your joke landing cruelly as the tension crept in. The reminder that his mom was gone made your heart stall in your chest, your features pinching together at your dumb comment, “awe fuck, m’sorry. I forgot. I’m sorry. My dad’s dead if that helps.” Your tongue couldn’t stop, kept rambling as he quickly shook his head. If he had been bothered, he didn’t show it.
It was still quiet for a moment as he cocked his eyebrows, watching the way you continued to bury yourself into a hole.
“You talk too fuckin’ much.” Gator grumbled as he reached into his cruiser again, leaving you alone momentarily. You thought he was very lucky that you weren’t in the mood to run off. Because you would.
“I’m glad he’s dead.” You stated simply.
“You need to learn to shut the fuck up. Stop being such a bitch,” he scoffed again as he approached again, carrying something in his hands, “does Susan know you’re here?”
“My mom’s with your dad at like some cattle thing.” You couldn’t remember where now, only that they were out of town for the night.
“I know where they’re at, I asked if she knew where you were at.” He sassed back, making you roll your eyes this time.
“I told you-,” you began, huffing as you thought about telling the story all over again. He stopped you.
“I heard you. Open your mouth.” His tone was raspy and deep, his thumb pressing against your chin as you quickly yanked your head away from him.
“Excuse me?” You pinched your features together in disgust, kicking your feet as he leaned closer to you again with an annoyed exhale.
“Open your mouth. Testin’ ya.” He stated as he wiggled the breathalyzer around, making you huff. You didn’t want to put that thing in your mouth. Who knows when it’d been cleaned last.
“No.” You were squirming now, a squeal leaving your lips at the rough way he dragged you back to the edge of the seat, enough that your dress pooled up towards your waist.
“You don’t have the right to choose, sunshine. Do it.” Gator’s tone was rough as he cocked his strong eyebrows at you as you pinched your features up in distaste. You didn’t have to listen to him. He wasn’t in charge of you.
“Pretty sure I do, sunshine.” You mocked back, watching the way he clenched his jaw in frustration.
Gator gripped onto your jawline, keeping you from wiggling your face away as his long fingers dug into your skin. Electricity pulsed through your body at the rough sensation, your heart hammering harshly against the side of your neck.
“I said open your mouth and blow.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his hazel eyes dark as he pressed the breathalyzer against your parted lips.
Now, you weren’t weird. By no means did you actively crush on him, or have any other underlying feelings towards him. Not one. But you weren’t blind either. Gator was handsome, especially for such a small town like this.
He was tall with strong shoulders, thick biceps and a softer midsection. His brown hair was always slicked back, but you’d gotten a few glimpses of it when it was undone to know that it was thick and grew fast. He had a nice forehead, arched eyebrows, and a strong nose. You could tell by the way it was slightly bent that it had been broken before. His straight teeth were hidden behind the most perfect cupid's bow that you had seen, all pink and smooth.
Moles were also painted across his skin; all over his face, neck, arms and back. Across his chest and legs, even on his ear. You’d never seen someone with so many little marks before. Maybe you’d even admit to it being cute if it was from someone else.
But Gator was an asshole and he was forcing you to do his stupid test, which you didn’t understand what the point was. You hadn’t even driven here; you’d just been running.
“Geez,” he let out a high pitched whistle as he read the machine, tsking as he continued to keep your jaw trapped between his fingers, “you’re not gonna remember shit.”
In all honesty you weren’t thinking, you were just irritated at the way he was continuing to hold onto you. What you were trying to do was bite down on his thumb, just enough to get your point across.
What actually ended up happening was your teeth lightly nipping at his index finger before it was in your mouth entirely, coating it was drool and your lipstick before you gagged at the way it hit the back of your throat.
Gator pulled his hand away in surprise, eyes widened as he stared at the line of drool that was connected between your lips and his finger. Neither of you spoke for a moment, but you swore you felt something pulse between the two of you. Then he gulped and wiped his hand on his pants.
“Yeah, keep racking up the charges sweetheart,” he grumbled as he roughly pushed you inside, then slammed the door shut as you struggled to sit up straight, “shoulda left ya in the fuckin’ dirt.”
“Fuck you, you pig.” Your insult would’ve landed a lot better if you weren’t looking in the wrong direction, and if you had actually managed to bring your legs up to kick the back of the seat.
Maybe he didn’t hear you, or maybe he took pity on the way your tears smeared the dirt and makeup on your face. You hadn’t even realized you’d been crying, or maybe you had been the whole time.
The rest of the ride was quiet, tense as you dropped your head down and sighed deeply. The numb feeling that settled over you wasn’t as good as what you would’ve normally preferred. You missed the days that you could drink without getting sad or angry.
Sounds blurred in and out as the only constant you remembered was the bump of the dirt road, mainly because of the uncomfortable way it jerked your bladder about.
You didn’t look up as Gator opened and shut his door, or even when he tugged the back door open. Your head kept dropping down, brows furrowing together at how bright the lights were. Probably at the stupid station.
“C’mon,” he grumbled as he gripped at your cuffs, making you wince as he tugged you forward, “takin’ you inside.”
“Mhm not goin’,” you slurred, your eyelids so heavy that you couldn’t keep them open, “can’t arrest me, I know people and shit.” That was a lie. You knew no one, but he didn’t have to know that.
“Shut up,” a sigh left his lips as he pressed a hand against your head, keeping you from smacking into the door, “we’re at the ranch.” He added, reaching around unlocking the cuffs from your wrists.
You touched your arms softly as you stumbled, back slamming against the cruiser as a hiss left his lips. Gator jerked you forward, mumbling underneath his breath as he dragged you up the steps as you continually rambled. You weren’t sure what you were saying, but you were fairly certain you were talking.
“Christ, do you ever shut up?” Gator huffed, his hands on your waist to keep you from toppling down the long staircase.
“I told you to shut up,” you wagged your finger at him, wobbling from side to side, “and do your chores.” You laughed for whatever reason, finding your own thoughts funny.
“You got jokes tonight, huh?” He raised his arched eyebrows at you as you fell against him this time, your legs giving out as your chest fell against his heavy vest. If you were sober, you’d be mortified.
“I’m very funny,” you snorted as you looked up at him, the gap between you two only a few inches apart, “and lots of men like my mouth.” You concluded, eyes continuing to roll into the back of your head so you missed his reaction. But you could still feel his hands burning into your waist.
Gator grumbled underneath his breath, shifting you so he could drag you to your room easier. You were fairly certain he’d be carrying you if your feet weren’t lazily dragging on the ground. Or perhaps that was a dream. Maybe this was all a dream.
Your head hit the pillows as you continued to mumble, words jumbling together as he had the decency to remove your boots and then tug your dress down your thighs. He even brought the cover over your shoulders as you instantly sank into it, soothing yourself.
You were absolutely positive that you were dreaming when you felt fingers across your cheek, then down the bridge of your nose and across your lips. It slightly tickled, but relaxed you more than anything.
You didn’t hear him leave, nor could you recall what had happened when you awoke, certain that you had managed to haul and wander yourself back all on your own.
Gator would never be nice enough to do such a thing; it had to be all a dream.
Maybe closeted med student Dennis. Maybe he'd tried coming out in the past, but his parents had threatened to revoke their payments for his loans, so he went back into the closet. He's living with his Uncle Jack in Pittsburgh while he goes to school, and they aren't related except by marriage, but Jack is always telling people how proud he is of his niece for going to med school, they always need more women in medicine, isn't she so smart? It just makes Dennis feel so sick :((
Dennis is genuinely terrified to come out to Jack, and terrified to experiment at all at school, cause if it gets back to his parents? He loses everything. But maybe he becomes friends with a girl a year older than him, Trinity, who's so openly and unabashedly gay that his jealousy and ache just festers. He asks, just, as quietly as possible, if she wouldn't mind calling him Dennis, using he/him for him, only at school, never over text, never ever in any way that someone else could see.
Something something Jack finds out. Maybe he overhears it when Trinity and Dennis are studying in the living room. He corners Dennis later, coos, Why didn't you tell me? I'm not any sort of phobe. What's your name, kid?
And he's respectful. Buys Dennis all sorts of boy clothes, helps him cut his hair, lie to his parents about the little changes, pays for his testosterone--at a price, of course.
Uncle Jack insists to do all the injections, and yes, Dennis has to take off his pants fully each time, and yes, he has to sit in Jack's lap while he does it. Jack hooks his chin over Dennis' shoulder, murmuring sweet little words while Dennis covers his eyes, petrified of needles. Finishes the injection quickly, and Dennis exhales a sigh of relief, but tenses when Jack sets the used needle aside, his hand instead sliding between Dennis' legs.
"Uncle Jack--" Dennis frowns, his knees knock together.
"You know the deal, kiddo," Jack's already hardening beneath Dennis' ass. "Gotta check your growth. You don't want me to play with your little cock?"
"Jack, just, not now--"
Jack presses a mean, harsh thumb into the injection site, reddened and irritated, and Dennis cries out, squirms, but not so hard he gets out from Uncle Jack's grip. "Stop, please, fuck, Uncle Jack--!"
"Language, sweet boy," Jack exhales right against Dennis' ear. "Let me see that pussy before I do something worse."
There are more brainworms,, but not 2day. Perhaps a fic once I finish some of my other wips <3
son of a very wealthy man sneaking the butler into his quarters after dark. the heir, the golden boy— sharing such an uncouth secret with a man taken in from the slummish streets of downtown— and enjoying himself while doing it.
he isn't thinking of his arranged bride-to-be when he's presenting himself in bed. all silken sheets and soft, lavish fabric being pushed aside with meticulous care that comes only with practice. but here, alone, doesn't it feel more like affection? oh, how filthy. gloved hands too big on little hips; too big when they fuck him open, teaching a previously untouched body how to take. his own personal form of training, how to fit his servant just right. the very same man who has seen him grow from a boy to this. this whore on the mattress who keens for cock like the spoiled brat he was always known to be.
and wasn't it always him who catered to his every need? why should it be any different now? he is not sworn to the earl, no. he belongs to this boy. body and soul. tongue and teeth. he'd give it all to his master, if only with a wave of that delicate hand to say so.
Because what do you think of pseudocest caleb x non mc reader where reader is mc's twin. Reader is adopted by one of his higher ups in the Fleet and does not know that her twin exists in Linkon and Caleb, well... if he can't have MC, he can settle with you for now, right?
He thinks that he'll hate how you're the opposite of MC, so sheltered, so soft, and so naive, so eager to please him. You don't question him when he tells you to call him gege/nii-chan when he takes you for the first time, you just lay there with wide, trusting eyes, ready to give him your virginity. Surprisingly, he doesn't even think about MC when he takes you brutaly, all he can think of is all how tight you are, how he loves the feeling of him being inside you, your teary eyes, your soft moans calling him gege, and the ways he can ruin you.
You are his now and he will never let you go. 🥹
omg anon this is such a good idea and it's lwk insanely cute! i can totally see caleb just absolutely hating reader at first because how dare someone "copy" MC. he would think you're a knock off version, but since your dad is in the fleet, you come around so often that he's forced to be near you a lot.
he'll slowly start to see the differences between reader and MC, thinking you're just a little, dumb, naive girl — way too trusting. but once you really open up to him, he falls for you. he totally forgets about his romantic feelings for MC and they all gravitate ;) towards you!
i def think caleb would be a virgin too! he probably dreamed about losing/saving it for MC for them to do it together, but once he fell for you, that went out the window. you two share your first time together and it only makes gege even happier. him sliding into you, watching your face slightly twist in pain and your teary eyes just makes him love you more because you were willing to share this moment with him. he would fuck reader slow at first until she got used to him then he would lose himself, not stopping until you're a crying, twitching, mess on him.
all the while, caleb can only think of you. who is MC again?
honestly, i lwk wanna write this as like a full fic someday. i love this idea sm 🖤
Stating my position so anyone who wants to unfollow can: I fuck with gege the long, long, LONG way.
Stating my position again, but with nuance: Someone on Twitter said that Papergames does not use the pseudocest trope as kink, they use it as story-telling, so if you see kink, then "the call is coming from inside the house." I think that's a bit harsh considering how triggering even implied incest can be to some people (also they def use it as kink too I LISTENED TO VERDANT WETLANDS IN SIMPLIFIED CN), but I agree with the first part.
I get someone not liking the trope or being disturbed by it. I get people being sad that there are aspects of Caleb's character that they can't enjoy. And I absolutely get those people deciding to interpret or headcanon him differently according to their comfort level, especially since InFold is responsible for censoring the translation in the first place.
But what I do not get (or support) is shaming others, being hateful, or outright denial of who Caleb is.
The brother-sister trope IS there and it's not a translation error. It is VERY intentional because it has incredible emotional weight and narrative significance. Each LI has their own specific kind of bond with MC [here's a post I made on main about it] and Caleb's bond is about being from the same source as her.
Think of Aristophanes' concept of soulmates. People once had two heads and eight limbs, but then they were split in two and romantic/erotic love is those two parts seeking reunion. (I'm not culturally or ethnically Chinese, so don't read this as a one-to-one parallel, just a similar example.) Caleb and MC are not just "connected," they're the same. Dismissing that is dismissing an essential element of Caleb's character and his story completely falls apart without it. If you want an even-handed analysis from someone who isn't a huge fan of this trope, I think this video by SerenaN2D on YouTube is fantastic.
It may be a little weird to hear "baby sister" (I wish they would let the EN VA say "meimei," it would solve EVERYTHING), and I wouldn't have chosen to imply actual blood relation in Imperial Thronesong, but it didn't bother me and I think it was a bold narrative choice, probably my favorite Caleb card to date.
And on that note, Papergames may not necessarily use pseudocest as a kink, but I CERTAINLY FUCKIN DO.
I dick-ride gege hard. I fuck with big bro in all ways, front-to-back, sideways, and upside down. Since I started playing LaDS, it's been "new kink unlocked" for me with this man like every two weeks. And I never enjoyed any of this shit until Caleb. (Never judged it either, this ain't my first "fictional incest crash out" rodeo, especially on tumblr.)
TL;DR: I'm an A1, gold star, prime-cut pervert and every time Caleb says "baby sister" or calls us "meimei" and himself "gege" in CN, my freak certificate gets renewed. Every day I stray further from God's light. Do not read my Caleb works if this bothers you, do not let me drag you down, go in peace and as long as you're not being a massive cockrag, I wish you well on your journey ✌🏾
