Enough Daddy Issues to Fill a Subscription (562 words) by xxharryosbornxx
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Barry Burton/Moira Burton
Characters: Barry Burton, Moira Burton
Additional Tags: Parent/Child Incest, Incest, Incest Kink, Sexual Fantasy, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
Summary:

Moira is embarrassed when she thinks about the things that she wants from her father.

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Moira always called her father by his first name out loud. 

It was distancing– deliberately so– and it meant that she didn’t have to worry about starting to say ‘dad’ and having ‘daddy’ slip out. instead That happening would simply be too mortifying on every level for her to bear.

She was angry with him, yes. Angry at his refusal to apologize, angry about his constant refusal to treat her like a full adult.

But more than that she was angry with herself; angry and embarrassed. About the part of her that liked to be babied, the part that wanted his attention.

About the part of her that desperately wanted to call him daddy while he fucked her.

She felt like an absolutely twisted, daddy-issues sicko every time she thought about it, but it didn’t make it any less true. Feeling ashamed of it didn’t do anything to change the goosebumps she got, or the butterflies in her stomach.

Sometimes she thought about asking a boyfriend, or a one night stand, to let her call him daddy. But that seemed….. Dangerous. Not only did it leave her open to being humiliated if the guy thought she was a freak show for it, but somehow thinking about a guy being into it was even worse. She was positive that a guy who’d let her call him daddy would think that meant he had the right to spank her, or choke her, or order her around.

That was pretty much the exact opposite of what she wanted.

When Moira, face flushed and hidden buried in her forearms, thought about sex with Barry– with her daddy– what really got to her was the gentleness. The safety.

In her imagination her daddy held her like a doll that might break. He asked her, maybe too many times, if this was really what she wanted. He called her princess, and little girl, he stroked her hair, and his big, rough hands were tender and hesitant when they dared to touch the soft places of her body. In her fantasy she had to reassure and cajole him every step of the way, had to guide his hands to cup her breasts, and the down between her thighs.

He wanted her, but more importantly he wanted to make her happy. She felt small, and protected by his big, powerful body, and when he finally did fuck her, he was so slow and gentle that she had to beg him over and over to do it harder. When he came, she would refuse to let him pull out, holding him to her, and feeling her daddy’s cum fill up inside her.

The whole idea made her so horny, and so embarrassed, she felt like she was going to curl up and die.

Of course, it would never, ever happen for real. 

No way. Not even if she decided she really wanted it to. 

Barry was just too upstanding a guy to even think about it. He’d be disgusted and upset at the very idea…right? Who wouldn’t be?

Then again, Moira knew all too well that her father did have an irresponsible streak…Sometimes he drank, too, and that really got him loosened up…

She wondered if he ever thought about her the way she thought about him?

Maybe if she ever got really desperate…

No. No way.

…but maybe…