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𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓽 who will message you while working his shift. day or night, it doesn’t matter. as long as he knows you’re up. he really should be more focused, more productive, but what is a little break to ask you about what you’re up to?
𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓽 who catches himself smiling whenever his phone buzzes. he doesn’t even have to think about it; he’s fumbling for his phone in his pocket immediately. the piece of garbage is always hanging by a thread, dropping from a 90% to 16% in a blink of an eye, but a little juice never keeps him from leaving your messages go unanswered.
𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓽 who doesn’t hate to talk to you over the phone either. he has to move to a quiet corner or maybe excuse himself for his lunch break too early, but he can deal with the repercussions later. just say the word, maybe even send a pretty little picture. it won’t take much to have him at your beck and call… pun not intended.
𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓽 who doesn’t want to hang up even when he makes note of the time. he’ll get an earful for being gone for so long, he knows, but he doesn’t like abrupt endings. he waits out your tangents and rants, fighting his smirk as you go on about a pesky coworker of yours and stomaching his disappointment as he watches the minute go up one on his phone. every second is worth it, though, because what’s losing another minute of staring at a bright monitor screen to you?
𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓶𝓲𝓭𝓽 who kisses you through the phone when he really has to go. you’re promising him a big plate of his favorite in the oven for when he gets home and he’s thinking that a few more hours under his belt feels like forever and nothing at all. he knows he’s lucky, especially when he comes home to find you asleep on the couch, one arm tucked under your head and the other around abby as she snuggles into your chest.
yeah, he thinks, kneeling down and pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead and smoothing down abby’s disheveled bangs. extremely lucky.
Ⓒ snowzbun 2024. do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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WELCOME BACK !!! >:3
idk if going no contact is a good thing- LOL but we welcome you with open arms
not in this scenario because our break up was a shit show but i am very happy to be filling in the romantic void this entire situation has left me in so i can finally be delusionally in love with men who will never hurt me!!!
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okay guys me and my ex have gone no contact so i might be coming back to writing delusional dark content and i am strongly leaning towards this actually
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Psst hi koe !! How's my are you doing, sweet girl? Well I hope! 🥺💕💕💕💕
hi ami!! i'm doing well and i hope u are too <3!! slowly preparing my comeback actually
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Hey are you that blog that wrote that really inaccurate Mpreg Jesus?
no but i wish i did
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sweet girl
chris redfield x fem!reader
cw: 18+ content, ddlg, daddy kink, size kink if you squint, he's just big tbh, praise kink, fingering, very fluffy sex, improper use of plushies :(, oral(f!recieving), p in v, creampie - reader is grown pls don't be weird
a/n: i think this is... not very good at all tbh lmaooo... first time writing ddlg so pls allow me. i'd say its very mild? but there lol... i'm sick pls excuse typos i did check it but might have missed some </3
word count: 1.1k words
You knock quietly on Chris’ office door, shifting your weight between your feet nervously. Your brows furrow as he doesn't answer, your hand turning the doorknob as you push the door open.
“Didn't I tell you to wait until I came and got you?” He says without even looking up from the computer he's working at, his tone low and frustrated.
“But daddy,” you whine, dragging out the syllables of his title, taking a few steps towards his desk. “I missed you lots.”
“You were also being a bad girl. You know I have to get this work done, and you kept distracting me.” He replies as he spins his chair so he's facing your direction. A crease forms between his brow as he notices you worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.
“What have I told you about that?” He sighs, tugging you closer with his hands on your waist before he's reaching a hand up and freeing your lip with his thumb, swiping the pad gently back and forth along it. His expression is already soft. He's a pushover when it comes to you. Always has been.
He waits for you to say ‘sorry’ before slipping his thumb into your mouth, a shiver running down his spine when you instantly run your tongue along it, sucking it happily. All the blood rushes from his brain to his dick, making him rock-hard and unable to focus on work.
“Guess I could spare some time to give my baby some attention. Would you like that?” You nod, and his dick twitches at the way your expression lights up. You really are going to be the death of him.
He pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a ‘pop’, smearing the saliva left on it around your lips. You always look prettier when you're a little messy. He stands up, his back cracking as he stretches.
“Bed, baby.” He says simply, giving you a light smack on the ass to get you going. He lets out a low chuckle at the little squeak you make, a big smile on his face as he follows after you into the bedroom.
You look so good splayed out on your knees. His big hands run up the backs of your thighs, hitching your skirt up until it's bunched around your waist. His palms slide back down until he's gripping the fat of your ass, kneading it between his hands.
“Daddy… stop teasin’.” You whine with an undignified huff, kicking your feet out and everything. Chris just laughs in response, smacking your ass lightly before sliding off your cute pink panties, looking around the bed for a moment.
“Come on, sweet girl. Let's put…” Chris pauses. He isn't trying to get you acting all pissy with him because he got the name of this plushie wrong. Not when you spent a good three hours lecturing him on the Sanrio characters just last week.
“...uh, Cinnamoroll under those pretty hips of yours. Help you keep them up, yeah?”
Judging by the way your face lights up and you nod happily, he seems to have succeeded. You lift your hips a little, and he tucks the dog – not bunny, he’ll never forget that argument – right under your stomach, giving him perfect access to your pretty cunt as it tilts towards him.
“Oh… my poor baby.” He coos, teasingly running a finger between your wet folds, smiling when you whimper softly and your hips buck. “She's crying… all puffy and red. You need daddy to kiss her better, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, daddy… please. Need lotsa kisses.”
“There's my good girl.” He praises before sinking his head down to press a peck right against your swollen clit. His thumbs grip each side of your pussy, spreading you wide open for him.
His tongue dips into your cunt as his nose bumps your puckered rim while he eats you out like you're a 5-course meal. Decides to stretch your pussy a little further, dipping a couple of fingers into your entrance and spreading them, easing the sensation a little with his tongue. He never wants to hurt his baby, as much as he'd love to just shove his cock in you right now.
He eases you into it as always, waiting for you to cream on his tongue before he even thinks about fucking you. He groans when he feels your pussy fluttering around his fingers as you cum, flooding his mouth and chin. Good thing ol’ Cinnamoroll was there to hold you up as your whole body slumps against the mattress.
“Ready, baby?” You nod. He grabs the base of his cock, pressing the tip against your drippy hole. He presses forward with a low moan, pushing steadily until he's balls deep. “There we go, sweetheart. Biiiiig stretch.”
Your back arches more, and that poor plushy is really taking the brunt of your weight now. You're squishing the little guy into the mattress, fisting the sheets as your face scrunches up at the intrusion.
“S’too much, daddy.” You breathe out sharply, sounding like the air's been knocked from your lungs. “Can feel it in my tummy.”
“Oh, my pretty baby.” He murmurs, running his hand gently up and down your back to soothe you. “You're doing so well. Takin’ it like a big girl for me.”
When the crease between your brows softens, he starts moving, driving his thick length in and out of you. He angles his hips so he's bumping your sweet spot every time he thrusts into you, his hands moving to grip your waist tightly and pull you back into his thrusts.
He fucks you with slow, deep strokes. He likes to make sure you can feel the drag of every inch inside of you. He loves the way you writhe and squirm under him. He feels his balls tighten as your walls start to spasm around his length, making him groan as he drops forward, caging you in on the bed with his head resting between your shoulder blades.
“C'mon, sweet girl. Cum for daddy.” He croaks out, his thrusts growing sloppy as struggles to stave off his own orgasm. You squeeze him so tight when you cum that you threaten to push him out, and he's got to bully himself into you as he follows suit, painting your insides in his sticky release. He drops on top of you, doing his best not to go fully deadweight as he presses you into the mattress. Poor Cinnamoroll must be a pancake under Chris’ weight.
“Daddy!” You whine, trying to wriggle out from under him. The sight has him chuckling slightly. “You're gonna flatten me!”
“Oh, my poor princess.” He says between soft laughs, rolling over with you in his arms, adjusting your body so you're on top of him instead. “Let daddy catch his breath, and we'll have a nice bath, okay?”
“With bubbles?”
“Lots of ‘em.”
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um hello hi but if youre reading this, could you recommend me some of your fav Leon fics or personal favourites and i prefer if its incest Leon etc, that’s it i love you and i hope you have a nice day sweetheart 😙🫶🏻
hii lin! tbh i’m prob not the best in the world at recommending fics bc… shamelessly… i eat up quite literally any darkfic leon x reader 😭 but here are some of my favs lately!
cw: all of these are incest/stepcest recs!
my eve. made of my flesh and rib — @puppifiedlove goes CRAZY criminally underrated
i slept with my uncle on my wedding night — @iwantyouinacage when i say this shit has me WEAK… also stepcest but rose print is rlly rlly good
stay soft, get eaten — @thevirgincherry (also bell jars and butterflies/mommy dearest for momson… dear lord!)
my, penitence — @dilfprayers (also literally ANY icky dad!fic they’ve written oml…drabble god i’m ngl)
like mother like daughter — @wherenymphsroam was the first i read and i keep going back to it!
can’t fight this feeling (pts 1 + 2) and are you lonely? — @d10nyx (has me giggling i’m ngl)
everybody’s gotta die sometime — @ghostkennedy (okay stepcest but still!)
where you belong and seeking shelter — @dilfbunny (they wrote one abt aunt!ada that had me FLOORED too)
literally any dad/uncle fic by @sqiim … leon post but i will go insane if i don’t mention ‘cause death has no fans.
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mfs dont even write or read shit anymore either cuz they're too fixed on owning dc writers
bro its one thing to send shit like this to me n my mutuals but... to someone i haven't ever even interacted with??? wtf is up w tumblr anons lately like shit... i'm getting sick of this website lowkey
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Breaking The Glass Ceiling (18+)
ft. aunt! ada x fem! reader
WARNINGS !! - incest, age gap - reader is in her 20s, mentions of parental issues, ——throat training with a dildo/strap on, gagging, fingering, vag fucking with a strap, pet names 𓃹
wc. 1.2k
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Your mother had always resented her little sister. She was the family favorite. The successful sibling. Even you seemed to favor her.
She holds a grudge, still to this day. She swears that Ada stole everything she’s ever had. Parental approval, boyfriends, and now you.
Ada was constantly on her ass about how she raised you way too sheltered. She predicted early on that you’d drown once you stepped foot outside in your own world outside of your mother’s control.
Well, she was right.
College didn’t work out for you and that was something your mother couldn’t bring herself to understand. She didn’t care what the reason was. She was only focusing on how you ‘gave up your future.’ But waking up was hard enough as it was, going back to school just made everything worse. Staying motivated at all was hard. Keeping a steady job was hard. Some days, life was just too real.
To your mom, that made you lazy. And of course she blamed it on the new boyfriend.
That was always her go to. It wasn’t that you were struggling, just the things you surrounded yourself with. Your friends, your phone, whatever she could bring into the matter. You were just fine.
She did nothing but undermine your feelings throughout the years, even more so once you became an adult. You knew you were going to be pushed out of the nest eventually, but still, even a little support would be nice.
She didn’t bother to reach out to you from that point forward. You were supposed to follow her footsteps through to the right path. But you didn’t want that. You weren’t your mother. You were you. Even if you weren’t sure of who you were yet.
None of that weighed you down anymore, however. Not with aunt Ada’s unwavering support.
Of course you went to her when you were having relationship troubles. You wouldn’t get far with asking your mother.
Ada always had herself figured out. She was self-reliant, didn’t need anyone and nothing could bring her down. She just breathed confidence and lured in whatever she was fishing for without fail.
You sought her out for advice. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself by giving bad head for the first time and it was time to take your relationship with your boyfriend to the next level. You figured she probably had some experience considering the way your mother talked about her.
She sure did. Only, instead of the words of advice you anticipated, you’re stationed on your knees in the middle of her living room.
“Open wider, angel. You can do better than this.” she pushes the silicone deeper down your throat, causing your eyes to squint and fight back tears. Her movements were slow which almost made it worse. All the tips and tricks to cease your gagging weren’t at all paying off.
She teases your gag reflex trying to get you to adjust to her length despite your apparent struggling. With a hand on her hip, the other holding you by your hair, she sinks you all the way down to the base of it. “C’mon, don’t make such a sour face,” she mutters. “Relax your throat like I told you.”
Even though she was giving you a hard time, she was undeniably enjoying the view. You looked so pretty, bruising your poor knees and trying so desperately to learn. She could hardly remember you as her niece. Not at all. You were a stranger to her.
“Less teeth,” she firmly reminds you when you start to choke. You’re drooling, stringing saliva with every one of her movements. You couldn’t help it. She picked out one of the biggest cocks she owned just for this special occasion.
Your throat tightens as you try to relax as told, tightening your lips to avoid the scraping of your top row of teeth.
Your thighs knead together as you shift your weight, sitting on your calves. You were completely drenched, and you knew you weren’t supposed to enjoy this. You weren’t meant to be here.
She was your aunt. You just came for a little advice.
“Good girl,” she coos, tucking loose strands of your hair behind your ear and suddenly you lose all sense of morality. She looked down at you like you were the most precious thing she’d ever laid eyes on, her voice smooth as silk, repressing all of your doubts. “You catch on pretty fast, so how about the next step?”
She pulls the toy out of your mouth, letting it stand firm as is. “On all fours for me, angel.”
You didn’t even question, didn’t even stop to think. You just did.
You move to your hands and knees, displaying your backside in all it’s glory to her. Perfectly untouched.
Her fingers prod through your entrance with ease, your cunt sucked them in eagerly. She felt around inside searching for that spongey spot which didn’t take long.
You let out a high pitched squeal as she teases over it, curving her slender digits deeper into you. All she wanted was to ruin you in that moment, stretch you to the limit so no man could ever mold you to his desire. But she wouldn’t want to ruin your first time. She knew you’d enjoy her methods much better regardless.
She spreads your legs almost uncomfortably far apart, causing you to shake as you struggle to hold yourself up. The rubber slaps against your clit, making you lose your balance all the more. You clench, expecting to be filled with it. But she only slots the tip of it in.
Your chest lowers to the carpet, back arching into her cock. She just jabs the tip in and out, not quite reaching where you really want it deep inside.
“More…” you whine out, perching your ass furthermore. You tried to meet her, only met with more distance.
“Now, that’s not how we ask for things, is it?”
She was fucking with you, forcing you to a needy state. “Please—, need your cock deeper, Ada,” you let out a pitiful plea, music to her ears.
“Mnn, yeah?” she grits her teeth as if she could feel it, stuffing the toy halfway into your cunt. “Like this?”
The way you pouted made her want to torture you more, deprive you of your need until you were begging and babbling for her to fuck you, make you take it all. She couldn’t resist.
She plunges the rest of the way in, stifling a gasp from your lips. “Such a greedy little thing aren’t you? Hope you can handle what you asked for.”
She ruts into you roughly, hitting your deepest parts, places you never dare tried to reach. Your nails claw at the carpet, grasping, searching for anything to hold onto. She keeps pumping you full, filling the room with the sounds of your gushy pussy, so desperate for release.
“m’ cumming!” you cry.
“So soon? Mnn, you really are too easy.” she grunts, pulling you back by your hips to meet her thrusts deeper. “Cum for me then, don’t hold back angel.”
With your eyes lulling back, body quaking, you reach your peak. The rush leaves you breathless, unable to stumble out a single word. Your body falls weak, trembling onto her floor, which was probably coated in your mess.
You don’t even remember what you originally came for, or why it felt so unbelievably soul snatching when it shouldn’t.
Ada eventually pulls out, removing the harnessed strap from her waist.
“Anything else you need to learn? You’re always welcome here. Remember that.”
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your new boyfriend?? GIRL HE'S ALL YOUR FOLLOWERS BOYFRIEND TOO!! we must see pics
are you ready to die, anon?
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you: "guys i'm back and i'm gonna write!!"
*goes inactive for another two months*
yall when writing silly little fanfics isnt the #1 priority for a full time student going to therapy and unironically enjoying irl romantic interaction: 😵😵😵😵😵😵😵😵
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WEE WOO WEE WOO PORN STAR STEVE WHO HAS A 70S PORN MUSTACHE WEE WOO WEE WOO “DID SOMEBODY ORDER A MEAT LOVERS PIZZA” BOW CHIKA BOW WOW MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND
LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
#hes holding the pizza box like right in front of his dick#and he opens it and his cock is peeking through the cardboard#🎀 — answered
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FELL IN LOVEcvb YEEEAHHHHHHHHH
is it the older guy?
nahh its someone i actually went to a partial hospitalization program a couple years back so we kinda have a history
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uuuuhhhhh you have 98929 minor moots and it’s so disturbing that you follow them. anyway tho i wont tell who they are i will just call you disgusting
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ugh thank you for putting me in my place and holding me accountable. i deserved it
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CONGRATS ON LOVE!!! 💋💋💋💋
TYSM AMANDA YOURE SO SWEET!!!!
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