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fringe_kinkmemeThis is a kinkmeme. You may just be familiar with the concept.
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1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?
2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).
3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.
4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.
5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?
6. Go for it!
REMINDERS
7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?
8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here'seliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.
9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).
If not: explicit, adult content; read at your own risk, and keep the kids -- wherever that arbitrary line is in your jurisdiction -- out. Also, please wear your seatbelt.
RULES
1. When prompting, use the comment field to jot down character, pairing, or moresome first, then the kink(s), then any other prompt elements; after a line break, you can elaborate via words, images, or links. Like so?
2. When responding, use the subject line for the original prompt (plus your title, if you have one).
3. All kinks are welcome -- sexual, emotional, conceptual, likewise all gen, het, slash, bitextual and other fic from crack to drama.
4. Anon is encouraged but up to you.
5. Mark all spoilers, mmkay?
6. Go for it!
REMINDERS
7. With a view to some prompts: Spell Check is your BFF. Don't make Alt!Astrid cry, please?
8. A kinkmeme's more than a promptmeme. Here's
eliade's non-definitive and non-exhaustive (but pretty illustrative) List of Fan-fiction Kinks, Tropes, Clichés, and Fetishes.9. Could you -- in the subject line or the first line of the body of text -- draw attention to the fact there's rape or non-con, major character death, underage, and/or graphic violence in your response (which is the Archive Of Our Own (AO3) policy).
Daddy's Lion-Hearted Girl (Warnings: Role Playing Underage/Incest))
Date: 2012-05-29 03:07 am (UTC)"Trouble dear?" John asked, concerned, as he looked up from his magazine.
She rolled her eyes, nodding and plopped down on the couch beside him. "Doesn't even begin to cover it." She grumbled.
"Well you're a beautiful young woman, you'll figure it out sweetheart." he reassured her with a pat on her knee.
Anna sighed and rested her head in his lap. She loved, John, he was like a father to her. A father she'd never had.
He set his magazine aside and focused on the woman cuddled to him. "Would you want to talk about it?"
"Not particularly." She muttered. After pausing for a long minute and thinking about it, "you know what, actually yea. How fucking hard is it to get laid in this town and have the guy stick around in the morning for breakfast???"
"Hmm." John mused and brushed back her hair from her forehead lovingly.
Anna sat up again. "Ugh." She grumbled. "You'd be good to me, wouldn't you John?" She asked.
He smiled softly. "You know I'm always here for you dear, you're a daughter to me."
She shook her head and he caught sight of a dangerous look in her eyes. "No. I mean what would you do... If... I..." With every word she drew closer until she was inches from his lips.
"Anna," he warned with a shiver.
"You love me, don't you John? You want me to be happy?"
"Yes of course sweetheart but-"
As she entrapped his lips in hers in and pried his mouth open, he could taste the alcohol on her tongue.
"How much have you had to drink?" He mumbled into her mouth, trying to keep his head level and focus on the fact that this was wrong.
"Enough." She growled and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him to her.
Anna had never been with an older man. Or at least one John's age, and she was intrigued. Sure she had seen him naked before, when required for the show but she was eager to explore... away from the cameras.
"Please John... Be good to me... Won't you?" She mewed softly and tugged on his lower lip with her teeth.
"Anna... My- my daughter is your age and-" He hurried, trying to put a lid on this before it turned into a real clusterfuck of a situation.
"What a coincidence... I've been having daddy issues myself..." She breathed hotly and attacked the skin of his neck, drawing a deep moan out of him.
"Be good to me John. Take care of me..." She begged and cupped him through his pants.
He fucked her that night. He didn't want to at first but she had played him well and left him writhing with a feirce lust that only she could satiate.
He wasn't exactly sure how she had ended up in his bed, the night before had gotten a little fuzzy after they left the studio. But she was there at his side in the morning. The heater in his apartment had been left on high, and she laid naked, sprawled out on top of the covers. Her lean body reflected her flawless youth... As she slept, Anna's beautiful face was poised in an expression of severe comfort and her golden hair was splayed out beneath her.
His morning erection was drawing on the inspiration of her curves and John found his hand moving to touch himself, watching her as she slept. Over the years, his stamina had decreased as he had grown older and it only took a matter of seconds before he came in his hand, semen coating his fingers thickly.
He thought about the escort he had hired a few months ago and how he had hit her and smeared his seed in her hair, calling her names and hating her asunder. The bitch had cried from her low self esteem by the end and had left without payment.
John entertained the idea of wiping his hand in Anna's hair at the moment. He loved her like a daughter sure, but he achingly lusted after her like any man would.
He wiped himself off with a tissue next to the bed and tossed it aside. John fell back asleep with the images of what else he would do to Anna.
***
"Daddy wake up..." She purred in his ear, her fingers dancing across his chest. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at the sight of her. Anna had woken up and used the spare hair ties she kept oh her wrist to put her hair into pig tails. He groaned hungrily.
"Anna...?"
"I had a bad dream." She played, giving him a pout of mock sadness.
"Come here sweetness." He grinned and sat up, gathering her in his arms.
"Tell me all about it."
She shook her head. "No, I don't wanna! It was too scary!"
"If you don't tell me I can't help you to be brave." He assured her, falling into the mindset of their game.
"But I am brave Daddy, aren't I?" She asked with pleading eyes.
John smiled. "Yes my little Anna. You are quite brave." He squeezed her tight, and his hand pinched one of her nipples for a split second.
"Oh!" She gasped.
"What's wrong baby girl?"
"I felt tickles..." She blushed. John's mind stepped away from their little game to admire once more her profound acting abilities. He could get used to this.
He pinched her again and she squirmed in his lap. "Oh it happened again..."
"It's okay darling. It feels good right?"
"Yes! But daddy I thought this was for big girls!"
"You are a big girl Anna."
"But I can still stay your little girl too right?" she pleaded with soft eyes.
He kissed her tenderly. "Yes. You're still daddy's brave little girl."
"Daddy... What's that?" Anna whispered, shifting in his lap, feeling his erection against her.
"Hm." He mused. "That's the toy I bought for you...."
Anna laughed falling out of character for a second. "A present for me?!" She trilled excitedly.
John grinned. "Would you like to play with it Anna?"
"Yes!"
John shimmied his boxers down, releasing his taunt erection for her inspection. He stroked himself once before sitting back in relaxation.
"Oh!" She gasped. "What is it?"
"Put it in your mouth."
She looked at him in confusion. "Is it candy, Daddy?"
"Taste it. You'll see."
Anna's tongue timidly flicked out across his head.
"Does it taste good sweetie, do you like it?"
She nodded and drew him in to her mouth, sucking gently. “That’s it baby girl. Just like that.” He mumbled, tugging gently on one of her pigtails. John arched his hips, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He was so close…
“Anna stop, I-“ He breathed and she just shook her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
He came in her mouth and she struggled to swallow it down. When he had finished and relaxed, panting heavily, she withdrew him from her mouth, giggling all the while.
“It squirted in my mouth!” She trilled and wiped her chin with the back of her hand. “Did I do okay Daddy?” Anna asked innocently, cocking her head to the side and batting her eyes.
“Yes… you did perfect pumpkin. Just perfect…” John breathed and lazily wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Come here baby girl. Give your daddy a kiss.”
She eagerly crawled up on him and crashed her lips against his in such passion he could’ve come again. God she was a sexy little vixen to play with him like this. He hoped it wouldn’t be the last time.