#paternal

[maliciouscottonball]

hi!! i saw that ur requests were open 🤑

if you’ve watched or played any resident evil games, could you by chance write platonic yandere leon x reader 🙏🙏 i don’t mind if it’s 50 year old back problem leon or baby face rookie 20 year old leon 🤑

and for scenario, go with whatever u feel is best 🔥🔥🔥🔥 as long as it isn’t the same things as most of the (very scarce) platonic yandere leon content i’ve seen

I've got you covered! I watched a bunch of cool edits and then a really long lore video but I haven't played any of the games so hopefully this is accurate! I watched some gameplay from one of the games ages ago too. I'm kinda going off of vibes with this blurb since I love old man Leon. This is a little silly goofy because I think I'm funny and can't change who I am. 😔

You wake up screaming.

The door to your room slams open. Leon charges in and rushes to your side. He had taken you in after finding you on his latest mission. You were locked in a room surrounded by zombies when he found you and he had eliminated the threat before bringing you home with him. He had always wanted a child and he considers himself as the luckiest man in the world to have gotten you. He quickly checks you over before picking you up and cradling you in his arms.

You snuggle up to him, shivering with both cold and fear. He gently began rubbing your back, cooing softly at you as he tried to soothe you. He wouldn't ever let you go. You were too perfect for him. You were so well behaved (and afraid of going outside) that you never even thought of leaving him. He gently rocks you back and forth for a bit before carefully laying down with you, making sure that you're properly wrapped up in both his arms and your blankets.

You cling to him, though you seem much less afraid with him there to cuddle you. Leon loves that you see him as your protector. You never correct him when he refers to himself as your dad and never stop him from taking care of you. Rationally, he knows that you're too traumatized to be doing much but he pushes that out of his mind, instead focusing his energy on nurturing and loving you.

He plants a kiss on the top of your head as he begins to rub soothing circles into your scalp. He wipes away your tears and holds you against him. You can feel his body heat seeping into you and relaxing your tense muscles. He keeps holding you until your hiccuping sobs turn to quiet sniffle and your tears stop soaking his shirt. Once you're not bawling your eyes out anymore, he decides that it's time to speak. Talking about your nightmares never seems to help but distracting you from whatever upset you does.

"Let Dad think of something silly to distract you, yeah? That'll help you feel better." He murmurs, still gently rubbing your back.

"Like what...?" You say, sniffling.

"You remember your Uncle Chris, right? You like Uncle Chris. What if he fell in love with the cheese at a Mexican restaurant? Ugh, what's it called?" He says, rubbing his temple as you slowly begin to calm down and he tries to think.

"Oh yeah! It's queso! What if Uncle Chris married queso?" He asks, admiring your cute little face as you look up at him.

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“There’s a monster under my bed!”

pairing: dad!jason, !kid!reader.

synopsis: no 4 and a half years old kid likes bedtime. So naturally, you find creative ways to delay the inevitable with creative excuses, keeping Jason on his toes.

2:12 am.

Jason had already fed you dinner, had already bathed you, had already dressed you in your favorite light blue pajamas with little elephants that ‘helped you sleep faster’, read two bedtime stories because he couldn’t really say no when you asked for “one more, daddy, please…”.

He did everything right.

So, logically speaking, you had no reason for waking him up at the asscrack of dawn-ish.

He groggily rubbed his eyes, squinting at the alarm clock on his bedside that read it was two in the morning. “Aw, bug. What are you doing awake? How are you going to wake up for school—”

He cuts himself off when he sees you hugging your frog plushie against your chest, cradling it protectively.

“Perry said there’s a… um, a monster, daddy.”

He sighs and sits up, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. That was tonight’s excuse. Not the frequent “i got hungry and wanted a snack” to push back your bedtime, huh? His kid was getting creative.

“A monster, kiddo? Well that can’t be. I sprayed your room with the anti-monster spray. The one with… protective glitter, remember?” Jason says with a definite shake of his head.

“Perry said this monster’s immune.”

“Perry said that? How does Perry even know what immune means?”

“Daddy, he just does.” You say, almost exasperated by your father’s questioning when there were more important matters at hand than Perry’s vocabulary.

Jason sucks his teeth, mentally trying to find an alternative solution that didn’t require him to get up from the comfort of his bed. But he lets out a deep exhale once he convinces himself to get this over with so you can go back to bed asap.

“Okay, okay. I’ll get the spray.”

You watch as Jason takes the special anti-monster spray from the highest shelf in the closet (he kept it there so you wouldn’t play with it and spray everything with glittery water).

“Under the bed, bug?” He asks, already crouching down and pretending to carefully investigate the empty area to convince you he was giving this monster hunt his full attention.

You nod with as much solemness a four and a half year old can muster.

He bites back a chuckle at the seriousness on your little face before he sprays away and mentally reminds himself to create a new anti-monster spray that, 1) doesn’t have glitter and is difficult to get out. 2) has an improved formula so no monster becomes immune to it and successfully eliminate one of your excuses to wake him up.

“There. All done.” Jason announces after inspecting the room and wiping away the invisible sweat on his forehead.

“What if it comes back?” Clearly a last resort for a few more minutes awake.

“It won’t.” Jason insists.

“But what if it has friends?”

Okay, Jason wasn’t winning this and it was nearly three in the morning.

“That’s it, we’re sleeping in my bed.”

So, there you were, snuggled against your dad’s chest, feeling a warm and big hand pat your back until it lulled you to sleep.

It didn’t take long either because Jason knew you were sleepy and tired. Just stubbornly insisting on staying awake and enjoying the way he indulged your shenanigans. He blames himself for that, he could never bring himself to dismiss you and insist you suck it up and go to sleep. He loves you too much to leave you alone in bed, clutching your plushie in fear of monsters— even though this time you were only doing it to stall bedtime. It wasn’t a possibility he was willing to risk.

[melisssg99]

I can't believe people are mad at the love shown to the videogame Pragmata.

Men (and women) are realising how lovely a paternal bond can be and are realising they might want kids of their own and people are mad about it?!?

Starting a family and being a father who protects kids, something that has been done since the beginning of time. You're mad at that?!?

I think some people forget that humans are indeed also animals with the instinct to survive, procreate and protect (for women, nurture etc.) our loved ones.

Paternal instincts are real!

But apparently, to these haters, people longing for something like that makes them bad people, incels and even pedophiles??

Even when men show a healthy form of masculinity they get mad. These men (including fathers) playing this game are showing you the most lovely healthy form of masculinity and you're still mad...

It's never good enough for these people.

WHY DO YOU HATE MEN SO MUCH?!

[random-fun-polls]

Do you look more like your maternal or paternal side of your family?

-About an even mix

-Maternal

-Paternal

-Don’t know/other family arrangement/etc

do you look more like your maternal or paternal side of your family?

about an even mix

maternal

paternal

i don't know/other/nuance

Voting ended onJan 8, 2025

[willgrahamsbouncingbulge]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham & Hannibal Lecter Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham Additional Tags: Domestic, Canon-Typical Violence, paternal hannigram, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Cannibalism, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, Post-Fall (Hannibal), Will Graham is a dad, Hannibal is a dad, and i love that for them, Surrealism, Romance, Blood and Gore Summary:

The fall was supposed to be the end their fairy tail.

Fate said otherwise.

Far from Baltimore, Hannibal and Will spend a summer day by the river, pretending that they belonged to the ordinary world with their baby daughter. But violence always has a way of finding them.

Old habits never die if you refuse to kill them.

[strawberrymilkmothman]

Warming up a pear in my hoodie pouch… feeling paternal

[atrophicgardenia]

he is so dad-shaped.

[fandom-gt]

FANDOM: MCU

REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”This would be a continuation of the quick fill story where a tiny Peter is inserted into an unaware Tony's shaft by Steve.

An hour later, both Tony and Steve are now sound asleep. Having been left in the shaft by Tony, who never realized what his new toy actually was, Peter desperately tries to wake his mentor by squirming. However, all this does is make himself sink further down as Tony unconsciously makes a noise of enjoyment. He looks up to see Tony's slit close completely, sealing him in darkness.”

Part One

CHARACTERS: Peter Parker, Tony Stark

WARNINGS: Unaware, Insertion, Cock Vore

COMMISSION TYPE: Quick Fill (+ Tip, thank you!)

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The sex had been a chaotic natural disaster the likes of which Peter has never, ever seen even in all his years of Spider-Man’ing. The sheer scale of the bodies, the fear and dread of being plucked up by a titan, the horror and deep, deep humiliation of being lowered into his mentor’s cock… all that gushing heat that had surged around him, threatening to drown him, as Tony unwittingly came to the stimulation of his protégé… It had been a nightmare. But at least it had been an active nightmare. What Peter experiences now… well, it’s a different brand of horrifying.

The walls around him are slick, slippery-wet, and even his powers don’t afford him enough traction to cling to the walls. The more he struggles, the more he tries to climb, the more those walls around him seem to come alive, pulsing, expanding and contracting, swallowing him deeper and deeper down. Each lost inch makes the slit overhead, the open window to his escape, get a little farther away. The last frantic flurry of movements he’d made in a wild panic caused a low, rumbling, earthquake-esque groan to rumble all around him – a sound he now recognized to be Tony experiencing pure, sugar-sweet raw pleasure thrumming straight through his cock.

The hot pulse of blood, of lust, of expansion and contraction, sent Peter slipping down feet instead of inches – and above him, he watched the window of light wink finally flush and closed, sealing him in, all while he continued to sink. Deeper, and deeper, and deeper – heading, inevitably, for his final destination: the quickly filling, sensitive inside of Tony’s sack.