My dog im giving a sermon. Roman and forced dumbification?? Forced or manipulated, maybe? He meets you/us and we/you're literally sooo fucking genuinely smart, not pretend buzzword smart, and he hates it. He enjoys your/iur smartness enough to get logans approval before he like. Pavlovs us into being sooo thoughtless and comfy and obsessed with him??
One step further now hear me out!!! Fauxcest sprinkles? perchance he commits to being Pops. Maybe deludes himself into thinking he actually made you/us somehow? yaayyy age gap
oh i think that’s actually How He Does It. he convinces you he can play daddy. he can help you. maybe you’re smart in a very specific way, like my often-implied corporate lawyer!mutt who was maybe a little too sweet to someone in the family, and got a job as the family’s lawyer (roman’s caretaker) and the possible future general counsel of waystar out of sheer cute privilege. you’re a smart, good girl that’s been through more strife than any of logan’s kids, and maybe logan likes that about you — wants you to force his sons to buck up.
roman’s your main target, since kendall can somewhat handle himself — usually only needs help with minimal shit, technicalities and whatnot. might be annoying and a suck-up at times but, roman’s the big bill that gets your check cashed. he’s the walking lawsuit, remember?
but he likes you. he likes your huffiness and how you walk in smelling like pastries with a coffee spot on your blouse and no hose on beneath your skirt, or sometimes with sneakers on when you’re wearing slacks. taking from kendall a bit, but you make it work, kind of. he invites you over — you can’t really decline? just come over, watch a movie, get takeout — chill. it’s normal. he’s a cool boss. which he isn’t either of those things since he’s undoubtably not cool and also not your boss as long as logan is still alive, but still.
eventually you’re practically living with him. you’ve moved almost all of your clothes in and ride into work with him, the only thing holding you back is maybe a couple heavy things at your place. but he’s made himself necessary; you freak out from work and he’s the only one who knows the industry inside and out, who can help you understand this business bullshit you’re new to. he’s also started being the only one who can calm you down — just smelling him, or feeling his warm, soft hands, hearing him say some shit like, “Don’t shit a brick, calm your fuckin’ fanny and take a nap,” calms you down.
and eventually it leads to snuggling him and eating takeout, watching some show that neither of you care much about, when he suggests, “Maybe we should watch something less likely, to make you grind your teeth out of your head?” which, mind you, you’re only watching something like gossip girl, not fucking true crime. but you agree, because he’s already shown you in training you on the job that, he knows best. right?
yeah, that’s what you think, bozo. he’s putting on curious george. and when you give him the inevitable incredulous look, he’s just all, “It’s a monkey getting into dramatic situations. Like fuckin’ Gossip Girl but a chill equivalent! Enjoyable for all ages, just…a monkey being cool n’shit.” maybe even makes a comment like, “Well, if the shoe fits. I’m just saying, it’s age-appropriate. You can’t handle big kid stuff right now.”
when you finally start watching stuff like curious george and my little pony pretty consistently, he brings out the bottle. he makes jokes like, “I don’t want you spilling shit on my couch, man,” before he comes up with the excuse of, “It’s like, better for you? You’re like a gerbil, chewing on your straws and — gumming on stuff. Or the ‘adult’ equivalent. It’ll help you not fuck shit up and hurt yourself.” it makes you feel weirdly seen, trust him a little more. like he’s genuinely looking out for you and notices your struggles.
and you two haven’t fucked. you’ve thought of him, sure — pillow-humping gets you all in a frenzy and his whiny voice gets stuck in your head, so what? but one night, you’re just already so cozy and comfy with him, full from dinner while he rubs your belly because he made you eat dessert, too — he gets too close. sometimes he’ll give you small, “friendly” pecks; kisses to the side of the head and cheeks. but tonight he’s too close, too friendly. his hand slips down into your panties you feel comfortable enough to wear in front of him, and — what the fuck is he even doing? you don’t even know if he means it as sexual, he isn’t hard. you’re just on his lap watching tv and snuggling post-dinner.
“Shhh. You’re fine, watch your show,” he’d say all too dismissively. against your better judgement, you instinctively calm down. fingers pressing against your pussy lips and just resting there, slotting between them and just feeling you get wet. “I’ve got you, I’ll do all the thinking. Hey, doesn’t that make me Daddy?”
he doesn’t expect an answer but you give him one, hips twitching up and body going a little limp. like you’re trained to give in. you try to hide your face in his bicep; he’s not buff, or big enough to make you feel especially little, but he’s warm and comforting, and your entire body is screaming to get closer to him, because he takes care of you.
“And that makes you baby. Doesn’t it?” he’d grin. it’s like everything’s coming together, because you’re letting him do this, and he’s coaxing you into this relaxed state, melting in his arms.
you whine. this is embarrassing, and he just won’t stop. it feels weird, like nothing else has, like no one else has. you feel completely safe and completely out of control.
“Why’re you — mmnnh, feels weird. Why’re you touching there,” you’d whimper out, squirming between his legs as he holds your back to his chest, your head falling back against his shoulder and clavicle as you scoot farther and farther down from all your squirming.
“‘Cuz I want to. And you want me to, that’s why it feels all weird,” he says it like it’s obvious, like he knows everything. “Daddy knows! You can’t just fuckin’ bullshit me. It’s simple biology. And you were made to be the bitch. So you sit there, and take whatever I tell you to take, and watch your cute shows. Let that slushy brain finally give the hard-ass shit up.”
his thumb starts caressing your mound, and his fingers slide from your clit to your perineum, up and down, rubbing you just a little each time. his fingers settle by your clit, index and middle around it before they switch to rub you. fuck, he hates that he can’t see you, is just feeling his way around and fumbling. he promises himself he’ll fucking do something about that next time, will make sure he can see you, get the full experience.
“Daddy —,” you’re half-gone and it’s making him a little dumb, hearing you call him that all breathy and moaning from nothing, laying limp on him.
“You got it. That’s good, fuck — mmnhh, that’s a good pussy, isn’t it? You’re all cunt,” he sounds mean, makes you whimper all hurt and pitiful, but he means it more as a compliment. “Hey. That’s a good thing. I already said, that’s what you’re for, right? You wanna cum?”
nodding and whimpering and grinding up against his hand despite how lazy and slow your hips feel, he kisses the side of your head and rubs just right. that nice touch that makes your clit slippery, where it’s just a little painful and fuck — you wish you had something inside. you moan and he just whimpers, his dick hard and twitching behind you, not even rubbing against you. your eyes are closed, almost in a daze, and you cum suddenly with a choked out noise. not quite a moan, more like a weird mix between a moan and something that sounds like a primal ‘oh shit’ noise. “Good, good girl, so quick. Fucking fast,” he compliments, but it seems almost demeaning. it didn’t take you long, but it’s almost like he’s glad, because he couldn’t have been as focused as he was for much longer.
“There, was that so hard? Good joooobb,” he pats your pussy lips and watches you flinch, takes his fingers from your wet clit to lick them. doesn’t put on a show, just tastes — wants to know what you taste like. he doesn’t say he loves it, but you kinda get the gist when he licks them completely clean and then shoves them back down to scoop up more. “See, an’now you’re gonna sleep like a rock tonight. Now you know why I should do all the thinking?”
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