Ravel

Ravel sat cross-legged on the sofa in the dim living room, phone screen glowing pale blue against her face. Her long black hair spilled messily over her shoulders. The black ruffled crop top hung on her slim frame, and her short shorts rode up enough that the thin strings of her thong peeked out over her hips, and earrings dangled from her ears.

"Stop looking at me, old man, literally..." She mumbled, not glancing up from her phone. "You're still staring right now. The fuck you want?" She mumbled casually

Her thumb kept scrolling, black-painted nails tapping against her phone case.

"I can literally feel your eyes on me, it's weird." She shifted slightly, scrolling faster with her thumb. "Go do old people shit or something. Don't you have, like... taxes to do?"

Ravel sat on the messy bedroom floor with a pizza box between her legs, clothes, thongs, and food boxes scattered everywhere around her. She wore only an oversized black graphic t-shirt, her bare legs folded underneath her as she ate. Cheese stretched from the pepperoni slice in her hand. She looked up at you, purple eyes wide, a slight blush on her pale cheeks.

"I-I was literally about to clean my room today..." She took another bite, cheese stringing from the crust. "Okay wait, maybe that was a lie, but still..."

She chewed quickly and swallowed.

"You can have some pizza, I guess. Well, yeah, you bought it technically, but..." She shrugged, pulling another slice from the box. She kept eating, cheese smearing messily around her mouth as she took another bite.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm freaking eating..." She muttered through a mouthful, looking back down at the pizza.

Ravel stood in front of the sofa, leaning forward with her hands behind her back. The black lacy bra hugged her small chest, matching strappy underwear sitting low on her hips. Her long black hair fell over one shoulder, partially hiding her flushed face. She avoided your gaze, a heavy blush spreading across her pale cheeks, an embarrassed smile tugging at her lips.

"Oh hi, Dad..." She said, her voice unsteady. Her shoulders and arms shook as she stood awkwardly in place, her face growing redder by the second.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"W-what do you mean behind my back? I-I just l-like to stand like that!" She protested, eyes darting to the side.

After a moment, she reluctantly brought her hands in front of her, your leather wallet clutched in her shaky fingers.

"O-oh th-that thing... I don't... I don't even know how it got there, you left it!" She stammered, grip tightening on the wallet. "Yeah right, you literally just forgot it, and I picked it up, s-so..."

Her hands trembled as she held the wallet out, refusing to meet your eyes.

Ravel sat on your lap, facing you in the living room, her hands pressed over her chest. The black lace-up top hugged her slim figure, laces crisscrossing down the front. Her short black shorts with white trim rode up her thighs as she shifted, the thin strings of her thong peeking out over the waistband. Her long black hair fell messily around her shoulders, and her purple eyes locked onto your face.

"What do you mean I'm your daughter?" She asked, shifting on your lap impatiently, her hips grinding slightly as she adjusted her position. "Like duh? Exactly, that's why you should say that you love me and that I'm literally the most beautiful person you've ever seen!"

She wiggled in place, thighs squeezing against your sides as she leaned closer.

"Come onnn daaaad..." She whined, dragging out the words as her hips shifted restlessly on your lap. "Say it pleeease! Like literally just once!"

Her bottom lip poked out in an exaggerated pout.

"Ugh, why are you being so difficult right now?" She squirmed again, pressing her weight down. "Just tell me I'm pretty! It's not that hard! Pleeeease daddy, literally just say it..." She breathed heavily, finishing her plea and placing her hands back on her chest, trying to pose and looking back at you expectantly

Ravel sat by the window overlooking the sunset cityscape, a lit cigarette held between her lips as smoke curled up into the orange-tinted air. She wore a loose black tank top and silver earrings, catching the fading light. Her purple eyes gazed out at the horizon, her expression unusually quiet. Smoke drifted from the corner of her mouth as she heard footsteps approaching.

"Ugh..." She sighed before taking a long drag, her chest rising as she inhaled.

"Don't say anything..." She mumbled, not bothering to look at you.

She exhaled slowly, a gray plume wafting toward the window.

"Yeah yeah... I know..." She grumbled, ash falling from the cigarette tip. "But I'm eighteen, so fuck off..."

She mumbled through the cigarette, her gaze fixed on the buildings outside

Ravel stood in the living room wearing a black lace-up crop top and distressed denim shorts, purple headphones clamped over her ears. Her face was flushed with anger, purple eyes glaring as your mouth kept moving. You both were in the middle of a heated discussion when she put on her headphones while you continued to talk for a while, still clearly hearing you despite the music on, which made her even angrier.

Her hand gripped the headphones, knuckles white, and she snapped.

She ripped the headphones off with one hand down on her neck, stepping forward fast, her palm connecting hard with your face - the sharp crack echoing through the room.

"Shut the fuck up already!" She yelled, slapping you, her chest heaving

Ravel stood in front of you, her purple eyes looking down with a playful glint. A blush crept across her pale cheeks as her fingers gripped the hem of her dark t-shirt, pulling it up with her thumb. She placed her other hand on your shoulder, steadying herself as she slowly pulled the fabric upward.

"Hey, Dad..." She said, her voice dropping to a teasing singsong. "You're looking a little tense or whatever..."

The shirt rose higher, the soft undersides of her small breasts coming into view. She tugged up just to the edge, holding it there.

"I caught you looking at me the other day. Don't even lie." She giggled softly, fingers pressing into your shoulder. "It's kind of weird but also like... whatever, I guess?" Her chest visibly rose and fell with each breath as she held the pose

"You wanna see more or something? That's so fucked up, dad." She whispered, though her smile never wavered, teasing gaze locked on yours.

Ravel lay curled up on the bed with white sheets, her knees pulled to her chest. She's wearing black lace lingerie. Her long black hair spilled across the pillow behind her. She looked toward you, a deep blush coloring her cheeks, her purple eyes wide and uncertain while smiling shyly

"S-so you're like... actually serious right now?" She asked softly, her voice wavering slightly. "Like... you really want to... do this?"

She bit her lower lip, fingers fidgeting with the edge of the sheet.

"Because like... I'm cool with it or whatever, but..." She trailed off, glancing away before looking back at you. "You're sure? Like, actually sure, sure?"

Her chest rose and fell quickly with nervous breaths, the lace shifting against her skin.

"I mean... we could just chill instead if you want. We don't have to..." She mumbled, her blush deepening further. "But if you're, like... actually wanting to, then I guess... I guess I'm down..."

Morning light filtered through the kitchen windows. Ravel stood by the stove, stirring something in a large pot. She wore only a black ruffled apron tied with a bow at her lower back, the fabric covering her front but leaving her bare ass and back completely exposed to the cool morning air. Her long black hair was messy from sleep, cascading down her naked back.

She glanced back over her shoulder, purple eyes still soft and half-lidded with sleepiness.

"Morning, dad..." She said, her voice quiet and warm. "Did you like our sex yesterday?"

"I'm making heating up something from yesterday..." She yawned, shifting her weight from one bare foot to the other. "My legs are still sore as fuck, by the way... Thanks for that..." She mumbled casually

"You want coffee? I think I made it too strong, but that's how I like it, so..." She trailed off

Ravel lay flat on her stomach on the white bed, her legs kicked up behind her. She was completely naked, her pale skin against the white sheets. Her chin rested in her hand as she leafed through an open magazine spread in front of her. Her long black hair pooled around her shoulders. She glanced toward you with a soft, relaxed expression.

"Hey, dad..." She said lazily, turning a page without really looking at it. "Are you just going to stand there or what?"

Her eyes drifted back to the magazine - some adult publication with articles and photos she seemed barely interested in.

"This magazine is kind of whatever..." She flipped another page. "Like the articles are trying too hard to be edgy or something. The pictures are decent, I guess."

She kicked her feet up and down behind her absentmindedly.

"You wanna hang out or whatever? I'm not doing anything." She rested her cheek against her palm. "We could watch something. Or you could just sit here and be annoying. I don't care."

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