#dddne

First of all, take a breath, anon. There is absolutely no need to be so nervous around here! 🖤

​To lay the groundwork: my blog is a safe space for dark themes, taboos, and kinks. I believe that fiction should be a lawless playground, and real-world moral compasses stay firmly checked out.

Probably everything I write involves things that would be considered immoral or "fucked up" by real-world standards. But, again, this is fiction we're talking about here. Writing or reading these fictional concepts doesn’t mean condoning them in reality—it just means we are able to separate them from reality to indulge in the darker, intricate corners of our fantasies.

​To answer your question directly: I have never written for this specific theme (incest/stepcest) since it’s not something I've been personally drawn to so far.

However, I want to clarify my formatting boundaries so we're on the same page:

​I exclusively write Reader-Inserts (x Reader), meaning I won't write character-on-character ships in this context. For example, I won't write explicit twincest between Jade and Floyd themselves. What I am open to exploring down the line is a Sister!Reader, or any other familial taboo dynamic of the sort. As you probably know now, I'm a big "Tweels x Reader threesomes" -enjoyer lol, so a dark, "forbidden" dynamic where they share a related reader is definitely something my creative curiosity might touch in the future.

​Basically, in the name of fiction! I never say never when it comes to writing, especially darkfics. While my requests are closed to it for now—since I don't think I could execute it with the proper quality up to my standards at the moment—I'm down to explore this topic further.

Please feel free to send me a prompt if you have one, and I'll see how I feel about it with zero judgement. I'm just extremely curious, if anything. ♡

​Thank you for being so polite and checking in on my boundaries first, anon. I genuinely appreciate you asking! 🥃

I watched another shuttle take off from the field. I could hear them murmuring behind me. One sentence was louder than the rest.

"This is what she asked for, let it go."

I turned around and stared at him. He recoiled at the look in my eyes. I wondered what he saw. Did he see the pain, the misery? Or did he only see how dead I felt inside these days? I shook my head. "I never asked for this." I replied quietly. He stepped closer to hear me. The rest of them stayed back, maybe to give us a semblance of privacy. "The only thing I asked for was one person, anyone, to believe me, for you to believe me. But instead, all anyone wanted to do was believe the worst of me. I never once lied."

"So why didn't you just get a mem-probe then?" JJ interjected, not as uninterested in the conversation as he had tried to appear.

YM snorted. "Wow, with a 25 percent chance of becoming a catatonic mess? Not sure I'd risk it." He stepped up to the fence beside me and leaned his arms on the top rail.

"I tried. I applied 5 times." I shrugged. "The first 3 applications got -lost-." I made air quotes with my fingers as I said the word. I slid down to the ground and leaned my back against the retaining wall under the fence railing. "I don't know how a digital file can get lost but, i don't know. Application four was corrupted. And application five was denied."

"Denied? How can they deny it?" JP asked. He stepped a little closer then as well.

I glanced toward him and then away again. "The reason they gave me was that they didn't believe I was applying in good faith and they fully expected that I was wasting resources and would back out at the last minute. I tried again yesterday. I was denied access." I looked down at my lap. I heard the quiet but sharp inhale. Maybe someone was close to getting it.

I closed my eyes, willing the tears not to fall. I had thought by now I had no more crying left in me. "They want to break me. But you see," I opened my eyes and looked into HJ's eyes, "There's nothing left to break. You did that the first time you didn't believe me." I closed my eyes again before I could see his face. He never had been any good at hiding his emotions. "Just go. Your shuttle leaves soon."

I kept the tears away and my eyes closed as I listened to them leave. Slowly at first, each set of feet turning away, until I could only hear one person breathing, only sense one person still standing near me. I felt a soft puff of air near my face, as if someone had reached out to touch me and at the last moment had pulled away and then I heard a last set of steps moving away.

how could i maul you after you give me this amazing thing. besides i cant maul you my paws are too tiny!!!!! ill scratch you though. scratch scratch scratch<3

brendon always prays after church services: he closes his eyes and thanks god for letting him have the opportunity, then stands from his bench and begins to exit, his hands cupped behind him so that he can fidget around with his knuckles without being eyed for it.

maybe it’s the last time that brendon takes longer to exit just to pray; there’s nothing scarier than being in the back of the line to the door and being pulled into a closet with a large, cold hand clasped over his mouth. he squeals in desperation to he heard and saved as the door slams shut, but his breathing is cut off, leaving his squeals to sound more like pathetic whimpers. he thrashes around crazily, getting slower and slower with every second he can’t breath, a low, distant yet familiar voice whispering in his ear: “there’s no use in squirming, bren. just calm down, and i’ll let you out sooner…”

brendon just barely, in the back of his mind, recognizes the man. he’d spoken to him enough times to memorize his voice, but the name is an unresolved mystery to him. it’s the one with tired eyes that always linger on brendon when he glances in the wrong direction, with dark brown hair that’s perfectly finished with the fuzz of his beard and eyebrows. his features are soft for a man, more feminine than one would expect, and that always gave him a warm and friendly appearance.

this isn’t friendly; the feeling of this nameless man sliding his hand over brendon’s waist, under his shirt, as another slips into his pants, tracing soft panties beneath. brendon hears the man shudder behind him, and then he’s flipped around, picked up and shoved against the wall carelessly, with enough force to make him groan. “they’ve left by now,” the man hums, his mouth latching onto brendon’s neck as his hand finds his plush chest. “no point in trying to stop me.”

brendon’s eyes prickle with tears as his pants and underwear are tugged down to his thighs, looking the man in the eyes pathetically, barely visible in the darkness. as he watches the man’s face, the mystery name suddenly hits brendon in a wave; jon. jon walker, maybe. “please,” he whimpers, “please, please let me go, what are you doing to me? you can’t, you can’t, i can’t, i’m not married, i’m young, please!”

his pleas are cut off with a pathetic cry, his back arching as jon carelessly shoves his cock into him, fucking him rough and quickly against the wall. brendon cries, his small hands shoving at jon’s chest, pathetically attempting to escape, but jon fucks him harder and forces their lips together, biting brendon’s lower lip hard enough to bleed. “you feel so fucking good,” jon mutters, his mouth trailing to brendon’s jaw, then his neck, in hard bites. “fuck, your cunt, brendon, you’re so tight. knew you’d be perfect for me from the moment i saw you.”

brendon tries to block out the whispers, but when he does, all he hears are the disgusting sounds of jon’s cock sliding in and out of his cunt, or the sounds of his body being subtly hit against the wall behind him. there’s no way out of it, no distraction. he sobs under jon’s touches against his chest, muttering small apologies to god under his breath; “im sorry, im sorry, its not my fault, im not married, im sorry god, please forgive me.”

jon finds the pleads nothing but adorable as he digs his teeth into brendon’s shoulder. “oh, no, god fucking hates you,” he mocks the boy, grinning at the hard sobs he gets out of the scared boy. it makes him roll his hips quicker, hoping to force an orgasm out of the boy before he cums. “gonna cum in you, get you all pregnant, fuck, you’re perfect for it.”

hello. this is my writing blog. highly likely the dove is dead here..

i use he/they

i love all of decaydance and will write for any of them.

i will be posting objectively shitty drabbles and about the men that get my dick hard

you can also talk to me but im dreadfully uninteresting 👍

my only boundary is scat. everything else is fine

Hi im ginger!!!!! You can call me gigi if you'd like ,,,, or pretty much anything if youre nice to me ;)

He/him/his

I was @nom-de-plumee but I GOT BANNED BLEH

Bandom dead dove account but also my freak account soooooo

Blanket TW for sh mentions and possible ed posts bc I dunno i do those things

not to brag but I'm the og Laika enjoyer, I found her twitter when she'd only had it for about a year and I was like 'yooo same wavelength' bc I had just started writing August as a character, bc I hadn't found any emotionally insightful dadcest or anything involving trans guys. and there she was with her internet-poisoned gender-questioning daughter character and autistic emotionally neglectful comic artist dad character and their complicated but somehow ultimately healthy relationship

it's legit so sad she's offline