true believer

and the angels wouldn’t help you. because they’ve all gone away.

[rncnt]

hazel | 26 | she/they

interests: house of the dragon , resident evil , baulders gate 3 , twin peaks , hannibal

favs: rhaenyra targaryen , alicent hightower , leon kennedy , jill valentine , claire redfield , laura palmer , will graham , abigail hobbs , gale dekarios

TW: DDDNE 🪦🕊️🔞 , incest , trauma etc etc pls pls do not follow or interact if that isn’t your thing

[iamforthesakeofsake]

deepthroating dad leon for the first time and the sight of your saliva dribbling down your chin and throat changes his brain chemistry ever so slightly and makes him start seeking more opportunities to see you salivating. tongue kissing you until you're a dumb suffocating drooling mess, then licking and sucking the saliva off your tongue. sticking his fingers down your throat never letting you shut your mouth to swallow the spit until you gag as your mouth gets flooded with drool. asking you to spit in his mouth when you ride him because he just knows the sight of your saliva strings dripping down onto his tongue would make him bust in an instant

[if-dreams-do-come-true]

Resident Evil DILF Death Island

Leon S Kennedy’s “Guns”

[guilty-simppppp]

Some re9 + a munch on twt

[guilty-simppppp]

Polaroid for 1743 followers tysm!

Been thinking about thighs on Leon’s shoulders :) somewhere between dl and 9?

[yuckyguyliker]

Hannibal (2013 - 2015)

1x11 - Rôti

[slaps-eggs]

why would i ever want those characters to have normal sex. when they could have grievous injurious incestuous guilt-ridden abusive power-imbalanced horrible dubiously consensual sex that ruins them and makes them worse?

[genderoutlaws]

via Jennifer Lynch (and Michael Horse) on Instagram 🥺💕

ID: image of actress Sheryl Lee as Laura Palmer, a young blonde white woman wearing a black slip and smiling towards the camera

caption by thinkajen: Happy Birthday, Sweet one. I wished for you when I was 12, and because of Dad and Twin Peaks, you arrived. I am so grateful to you and to Sheryl Lee, and to all who made your world a place we could feel, if not relate to. And to those who relate, it seems the Diary made them feel seen. It was hard to write your pain, but in that process, as much as in your joy, I was able to investigate my own. That was what 12 year old me needed. I am so glad, Laura Palmer, that you were born.

comment by officialdeputyhawkk_: Happy birthday heart emoji from the hawk

[743-cereal]

I like how he looks like he’s always pouting a bit

[ritzeldraws]

Gale would probably be into it 🗡️❤️

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While the Butler is a super fun and spooky visualization for the urges your Dark Urge faces, I always loved the idea of them manifesting as the past version of you.

Imagine the potential of the same-self trial in Shar’s Guantlet. Or even if after certain events in the Temple of Bhaal, having to face and destroy that part of you once’s it’s been torn out of your blood.

Visera of course would never stab her wizard. She prefers him fully intact, human, and not blown up alongside a netherbrain.

[soul-stiice]

Will sketchbook spread and a photocard holder I made!

[bellwinky]

[rhaenicentdaily]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | Season 3, Episode 5, "Unbowed and Unbent"

[haltandcatch]

rhaenyra going into that council room at the beginning practically skipping with joy to tell everyone her long lost doomed situationship came to see her 😭😭

[rncnt]

Leon!dad who has been cuddling with his daughter for a while now. It started out innocent until they both started to push boundaries a little bit…going from normal hugs and back rubs to her sitting in his lap, burying her face into his neck, pretending her lips brushing against his neck was an accident when it obviously wasn’t.

His back rubs grow more bold, hand moving all the way down to brush along her ass until he begins to hold onto it. She doesn’t protest, so why should he stop?

Spooning in bed, Leon growing hard and they can both feel it. She subtly pushes back against him, teasing him, silently hoping he’ll do more, but he never does :( he would never do anything like that with his daughter :( that’s what he tells himself to feel better. But they both know better.

[requiem01r]

[dilfstar]

dad!leon catching you touching yourself and showing you how to do it properly >.<

haiii omg thnkU 4 sending a req evn after i went poof... u Have helped my writers block So Much.... 🐾🍀 wc 1742,, 18+ only plspls n warning 4 incest obvi hehe (˶>⩊<˶)

Why was it so easy for everyone to get off? All you heard from your friends was stories about the latest guy they fucked and how hard they came, or how they learned a new way to make themselves cum. It was always something about sex with them. You never had anything to add to the conversations, all you did was sit there and poke at whatever meal they forced you to order. Maybe your dad was right about them… He never really approved of their little group when you first met. Not that it mattered. 

It’s normal for a single dad to be so protective of his only child, he wouldn’t want any of the icky, terrible, perverted creeps out there to touch his baby. What if someone kidnapped you? He drilled these thoughts into your head since you were young. Told you not to trust anyone, they could be waiting until you’re vulnerable to pounce. What kind of father would he be if he let someone hurt you?

He was good to you, made sure you were happy even if you didn’t have too many friends growing up. All you needed was your dad. You were so lucky to have him, he never judged you for anything. The relationship between the two of you was more like a friendship than familial, you felt safe with him. Maybe that’s why you were so okay with never having a boyfriend. You had him for everything.

Everything but sex. Obviously. Not like you wanted to do it with him, nothing like that. Though, you have wondered what it would be like. You’ve overheard your neighbors gossiping about him, discussing how big he might be, how loud he would be. You knew the answers to both. Not in a gross way! 

The first time you saw his dick was a couple days after your birthday. He took you on a trip to celebrate at a small, adult-only beach resort. The room only had one bed since it was a last minute trip, but you didn’t mind sharing a bed with him. It was small, not a lot of room to change in private. Even the bathroom wasn’t privacy focused, a large glass wall was in the middle. You trusted your dad. You knew he wouldn’t get a room like this on purpose.

You caught a glimpse of it in the mirror while he was getting changed to take you down to the pool. Just a glimpse was enough for you to know how big he was, it made your cunt throb. A normal reaction to looking at any naked guy. It’s not like you wanna fuck him or anything.

Back to knowing what he sounds like when he’s fucking someone. You’ve heard him with the random women he sometimes brings over when he has a little too much to drink. It’s like he forgets how thin the walls are, or he’s too drunk to care. You can hear them crying out from each thrust, their moans louder than your music. But they weren’t enough to cover up the noises he made, all the grunts, whines, little curses that get muffled from how hard you’re pressing your ear to the wall. It’s natural to be curious.

Why are you thinking about your dad like this? While your friends are talking about their latest fuck? Stop being so weird.

You quickly excused yourself, giving them some half assed excuse about your dad needing you to come home and help out with something. You couldn’t listen to them anymore, it was too much. How pathetic can you be? A virgin, getting turned on listening to your friends sex stories and imagining them as you and your dad. You really need to get laid.

At least you had the house to yourself, you could try and get off in peace. Emphasis on try. You’ve never been able to make yourself cum, no matter how hard you work for it. The amount of different toys and positions you’ve tried makes you look worse than even the most perverted of men. None of it ever worked, none of it ever made you want to give up. All you hear from the latest friends you’re allowed to have is sex, sex, sex. You can’t help it if you’re getting desperate.

You were so desperate once that you grabbed one of his shirts to sniff while you touched yourself. That night was the closest you’ve come to an orgasm, only because you were smelling a guy's shirt, who it belongs to isn’t important. 

His bed was so soft and it smelled just like him. Your father’s scent surrounded you, enveloping you in a cloud of comfort and arousal. It was so familiar, it felt so safe. You weren’t at fault when your hand started to creep down, dipping under the waistband of your shorts. You had no control at this point. It was so gross to be doing this in his bed, it was too hard to stop as soon as you felt your wetness leaking through your panties

A light touch through the thin fabric was enough to make you gasp. Were you always this sensitive? It felt like any little contact could set your nerves on fire. Pleasure started to take over your senses, a tight feeling deep inside begging to be released. It was all happening so fast. It has to actually happen this time, nothing's ever felt this intense before. Your fingers moved faster in clumsy, desperate circles over your clit. 

Your toes curled, hips planting into the mattress. Every part of your body was begging for the sweet release of an orgasm, waiting for it to finally happen. It was so disappointing when the feeling drifted away. Now you were in a messy bed and covered in sweat. Plus, your dad was standing in the doorway the whole time.

He took advantage of your lack of awareness in your surroundings, sneaking up to his bed with a mind full of sick thoughts. His hand snuck up to yours, lightly ghosting over your wrist, gripping it when you flinched. 

“Shh, Daddy’s here now. Don’t worry. I’ll help, ‘kay?”

Your eyes widened, what the actual fuck was happening? Why wasn’t he screaming at you? Or telling you to get out of his bed? Why was he touching you?!

Even with all the fear and thoughts screaming at you to push him away, you let him continue. His hand followed yours to your shorts, gently slipping under them all while keeping his eyes focused on yours.

“My pretty girl’s all wet.. You need Dad to fix it? Make you feel good?”

He sat just behind you on the bed, pulling you closer to his chest. After such a long and stressful day of yelling at idiots that don’t understand how to do their job, seeing you like this in his bed was the closest he’d ever get to heaven. Catching you in the act was one of his biggest fantasies. Gross thing for a dad to say about his daughter, huh?

It wasn’t really his fault. In fact, it was all on you. Walking around the house in tiny shorts, no bra with the tightest of shirts. You wanted him to catch you, to watch you, fuck you. He knew it. He wasn’t dumb. Why else would you walk in on him changing so often? He knew he did a better job raising you, no way you’re that stupid. 

His arms felt so nice around you, so perfect. You always felt so safe whenever he held you. All your worries would melt away the moment you felt his warmth. It was almost enough to make you forget about his fingers resting over yours, putting just enough pressure to make you touch your clit. A chill ran down your spine from the contact.

“Daddy’s here to help. Don’t worry, baby.” 

His lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he spoke, planting soft kisses behind it after. The hand currently not touching your cunt moved to your chest, gently kneading your left tit, cock already straining in his pants at your little whimpers. 

“Y’know, I can hear you at night… All the pathetic sounds you make… Your shitty toys buzzing for hours… You’re not very good at hiding what you’re doing.” His hand moved yours, controlling each movement your fingers made. You were so small compared to him, he could eat you in one bite. You’d let him. “Could’ve talked to me. I would’ve been so happy to help you out…”

He moved your hand further down, pushing your fingers past the fabric sticking to you, directing them to your aching hole. A soft moan fell from your lips as he pushed one in, the pleasure stronger than any other time you’d tried it before. Something about having him here with you made it hit so much harder. The way he took control, slipped right into the position without any hesitation. You were so lucky to have someone like him for a dad.

Your mind shut down, it didn’t need to be used anymore. Not when your dad was showing you how to get off. One of his fingers joined the one inside of you, another following soon after. It was too much too soon, the stretch of all three fingers burned. All your senses were on fire, nothing you could’ve done on your own would ever compare to the way he was making you feel.

His fingers pulled out to a pathetic whine from you, sneaking up to your lonely, forgotten clit. Your hips jerked the moment his fingers pressed against you, simply pushing down. He didn’t even need to move them much, you were doing all the work for him. You humped his hand like a bitch in heat. It didn’t even matter if there was anything in you, you just wanted to feel him against you.

Moans dropped from your mouth, getting louder and louder each second. It was all too much. Your body couldn’t handle it anymore, couldn’t hold back. Everything hit you all at once. Your eyes squeezed shut, toes curling, head falling back onto his shoulder. Wow, your first ever orgasm was from your dad fingering you.

It felt gross, made you feel gross. It made you feel like the worst person on earth. God, you needed it to happen a million more times.