â§ 19 â§ INTP â§ she/her â§â§ dead dove â§ MDNI â§ âIf theres a book you want to read, but it hasnt been writen yet, then you must write it."â Toni Morrison.
You can call me Vivica! I yap about my depraved thoughts to the internet and write mainly yandere dark fiction. My writing includes dark and triggering content including noncon/dubcon, incest, toxic relationships, abuse, manipulation, and overall yandere content that can be harmful to some readers, so please keep that in mind before interacting with my blog.
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i fear nothing i write will ever outdo the drabble i wrote first thing in the morning while sick with the flu and iâm not sure whether to be depressed or proud of that đ
Naive. That was the word that popped into his head when he looked at you. It was cute in a way. He could see why Suguru was so attached to you. He initially wasn't going to keep you around since you could be a hindrance to his plan, but he didn't expect that he'd find you so... entertaining. You weren't strong or powerful by any means. He's not sure how you even managed to become a sorcerer or how you still have that light in your eyes that most lose. You're an anomaly to him. You're privy to the horrors that come with being a sorcerer, yet you still see the good in those around you.
He wonders if you still hold that compassion now.
"Stop struggling, dear. Just stay soft and sweet for me like you're supposed to be. Didn't you say you love me?" Technically, you said that to Suguru, but those details don't matter right now when you're looking so pretty beneath him. He'll admit, he underestimated you. He thought you'd be as clueless as you look, but you pieced it together fairly quickly. You realized he wasn't Suguru and quietly made plans to leave, but you underestimated him too, which is how you ended up like this.
"Look at me, sweetheart." He tilts your chin up to look at him, but you close your eyes in defiance. He lets out a sigh like he's dealing with a petulant child. His hand slides from your jaw to your neck, hovering there for a moment before clamping down with a grip that has you gasping. "I said look." His narrow eyes soften ever so slightly when your teary gaze meets his. "There's my girl. Are you going to stop resisting now?" He squeezes tighter. "Or am I going to have to make this worse for you?" You nod weakly and he can hardly hold himself back.
"Good girl." His hips snap forward as he leans down to lick the tears off your cheeks, the deep rolls of his pelvis making it so you can feel every inch of him inside you, forcing pleasure from your unwilling body. You're soaked, and that's more humiliating for you than anything else he could do to make you submit. He grabs your leg and lifts it over his shoulder to keep you impaled on him as he angles his thrusts to nudge against that sensitive spot deep inside you. He fucks into you with no mercy, each snap of his pelvis punching a sob out of you until you're reduced to a sniveling mess beneath him.
"You look so pretty like this..." His hand finds your clit and grinds against it with his thumb. "It feels good when I do this, hm?" You don't respond, but your body does for you. He lets out a hiss when you pulse around him and tighten around his shaft. He follows right behind as he buries himself to the hilt and spills deep inside with a groan. He pulls your limp body closer and kisses your tear stained cheek with a gentleness that feels more violating than any of the things he's done tonight.
Exhaustion kicks in and you relax in his arms, earning an amused chuckle from him. "Do you think I'm done with you yet?" He pulls back and smiles down at you condescendingly.
"How naive."
(Thank you @professorsickly & @lem-hhn for commenting and encouraging me to write this âĄ)
omg thatâs was so good, and also howâd you write that so fast lol kudos to you and your amazing writing ^_^
thank you anon <33333
this is how i was able to get it done:
(also because i got super excited since it was my first ask and i was very happy to see that people liked my work enough to ask for more so i immediately rushed to make it lol)
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tw incest & somno. sometimes missions are too much and !dadjo needs to come home and relax⌠by eating his daughter out.
Today was a rough one. The back to back missions that the higher-ups have been giving him are taking a toll on his health, and more importantly itâs been taking a toll on the time he gets to spend with you, his precious daughter. He shouldnât be surprised when he comes home to see you passed out on the couch after waiting for him, but it still makes his heart ache nonetheless. He promised that heâd be home in time to eat dinner with you, but a few minutes turned to a few hours before he even realized it.
He drops the bag of kikufuku he bought for you at the front door and kneels in front of your sleeping body, tucking the hair that falls on your plump cheeks behind your ear. He feels like such a shit father. How could he let you down like this? An apology isnât enough for him, he needs to show you that he cares the only way he knows how.
He pulls the blanket back gently to look at you and his breath catches at the sight before him. Youâre in his old shirt with the pair of blue panties that you know he likes. You could be wearing a trash bag and his mouth would still water, but this? Thereâs something domestic about it that makes him hard before heâs even got a taste of you. Heâs so smitten for you itâs embarrassing.
He carefully lowers himself between your thighs and he can already tell that youâre wet. âso cute...â he murmurs. Heâs already trained your body so well that he can feel how the arousal is building within you from his warm breath against your core. He licks a slow stripe against the center of your panties before pressing his tongue flat. The sound of your little whimper sends blood south and once again heâs struggling to keep himself in check. He presses a chaste kiss to your clothed clit before pulling your panties down ever so carefully. Fuck, he can see you clenching around nothing, begging for him to fill you up without even realizing.
He trails kisses on your thighs as he moves further down before pressing an open mouth kiss against your core. He groans low in his throat when he finally gets a taste of you. Itâs been so long since heâs done this and his body is already aching to taste more. His nose nudges against your clit as he eats you out like a man starved. He can feel your thighs shuddering and the soft moans escaping from your plush lips only stir him on. His eyes are heated and his pupils are blown out as he watches your sleepy face contort in pleasure.
He turns his attention to your swollen clit, his fingers replacing his tongue inside you as he suckles gently on your bundle sensitive nerves. He groans in pleasure when your thighs tighten around his head, but he keeps you spread out enough with his fingers to continue his relentless assault. He grinds himself against the couch like a dog in heat, although he could probably cum without any stimulation from how much your weak little whimpers are turning him on.
âFuck, sweetheart thatâs itâŚâ He groans against your clit when he feels you clench around his fingers. The timber of his voice sends vibrations against your clit, only heightening the pleasure. âYou gonna cum for your old man, huh?â He knows you canât answer, but saying it out loud is getting him off. He changes his tempo and pistons his fingers in and out of your greedy cunt faster, desperate to get his little girl off. You clamp down on his head and cum right as he pulls your clit into his mouth, and he eagerly laps it up until youâre thighs are trembling from the overstimulation. Heâs already ruined his pants by cumming in them like a hormonal teenager.
He pulls back and wipes your mess off his chin. His hearts racing and heâs still rock hard in his pants, but he got to taste his little girl and thatâs all that matters to him. He lays down beside you on the couch and pulls you into his chest with a comforting kiss to your forehead.
âSleep well sweetheartâŚâ He mumbles against your hair knowing damn well heâs made sure of that.
!dadsatoru grinding himself against his daughters puffy cunt because he just couldnât help himself after seeing you drunk and passed out on the couch with your skirt hitched up enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties. he told you not to go to that party because you should be at home studying (he just didnât want you to be talking to other boys), but you gave him those sweet puppy dog eyes and who was he to say no? in the end, itâs okay because now he finally gets to act on the dark desires that have been eating him up for years. heâs wondering why he even waited so long since you clearly want him too. it doesnât matter if youâre passed out, he can see how your body reacts to dear old dad. those sweet little whines youâre letting out? the way youâre panties are soaked to the the point theyâre see through? heâs struggling to stop himself from sinking inside that pretty pussy of yours. besides, itâs not wrong if heâs not inside you⌠right?
thats what he tells himself anyways as he pushes your thighs up to your chest and ruts against you like a dog in heat, mumbling praises and swearing underneath his breath each time he catches against your entrance. he angles his thrusts so his fat tip bumps against your clit, desperate to hear more of those sleepy whines from your plush lips. with a deep groan, he paints your already soaked panties white with thick spurts as his thrusts turn into slow grinds and his grunts turn into shaky breaths as he borders overstimulation.
the post-nut clarity hits him hard when he pulls back to see you looking up at him fully awake. but instead of you pushing him off or screaming at him? you give him those puppy dog eyes that tell him everything he needs to know.
and who is he to resist his sweet little daughter anyways?
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Oh!đ¤¨So when you see k*lling in fiction you feel like k*lling in real life. When you see abuse in fiction, you feel like abusing in real life. When you see guns in fiction, you want to get a gun in real life. When you see pseudocest/inc*st in fiction, you want to f*ck your sibling(s) in real life. When you see assault in fiction, you feel life assaulting someone in real life. When you see a villian doing heinous acts in fiction, you want to commit crimes in real life. When you see any sort of violence in fiction, you want violence in real life too . When you see a character be an assh*ole in fiction, you feel like being an assh*ole in real life. Youâre a very weird person if you feel like fiction will affect who you are in real life.
Now if youâre a hard believer of âfiction affects realityâ and want everything in fiction to be moral, then I can assume that, one, you are a minor and canât consume media in a safe manner so you shouldnât even be in these spaces or two, youâre a mentally unwell person who should see a psychiatrist/Phycologist.
Or the secret 3rd option: You have a very smooth brain with no common sense and a superiority complex.
I honestly think its the opposite: âreality affects fictionâ. For example if violence wasnât a concept in real life and all we ever knew was peace how in the world could we write about something that weâve never seen or heard of or experienced. All media takes elements from real life(whether big or small)even if the stuff written is scifi/fantasy/etc.
Btw IT IS COMPLETELY OKAY to not be comfortable with certain things in fiction but it is NOT your job to be policing people on what they should or should not be consuming in fiction. You should also stop coming up with dumb arguments to get people to agree with you. Just say you donât like something and move on you donât have to belittle or be rude to people who like the stuff you donât.
THIS!!!! Especially when people say âpeople actually go through this irlâŚâ Iâve gone through every trauma under the sun at the hands of my father and I write about similar stuff to cope.
I add tags that SPECIFICALLY TELL YOU what the content is and what triggering topics there are. If you donât like it, scroll and donât come into my dms with âthis is so messed upâ YES BITCH ITS DARK FICTION. No one is being hurt by it, itâs made by an adult FOR ADULTS, and I promise you there are so many bigger issues in the world than a girl writing smut online.
cw - dead dove, dubcon (drunk reader), cheating (not on reader), yandere leon kennedy, age gap, name calling, non canon, breeding, rough sex, minor choking, author doesnât like this, very ooc, not proof read (i have the flu).
âOh? This the spot you said he ainât reach?â Leon drawls with a lazy smirk. From the way your body jolts and your eyes are rolled back far enough to see your own thoughts, Leon can tell it is.
You know you shouldnât be fucking a guy thatâs nearly twice your age, and you know you definitely shouldnât be fucking your boyfriends dad, but here you are, bent over with your body pressed against the cool kitchen counter, the cool surface meeting your flushed skin and only adding more stimulation to your already overwhelmed body.
What was supposed to be a routine visit to your boyfriends fathers house for break led to being manhandled by his father whoâs determined to fulfill the needs you said his son couldnât after a few too many drinks made you a little too open about your relationship issues.
Youâre a loyal girl to his sonâor at least you were before thisâbut Leon knew he could treat you so much better. He couldnât just convince you to leave his son, youâre too sweet, and thatâs just one of the things that drew him to you. Your kindness, your laugh, your soft smiles, youâre the gentleness in his cut throat life and he needs you more than his son does, so why not show you that you need him to? From what you said, his son doesnât know what the hell heâs doing. Itâs alright though, Leon is happy to show you exactly what youâre missing out on.
âYouâre fuckinâ soaked fâme arenât ya?â He reaches his hand between where your bodies meet. Thick fingers find your sensitive nub and rub gently before traveling lower and gathering the stickiness from where heâs pistoning in and out of you. âFuckinâ look at ya⌠such a mess.â He leans closer, his chest pressed firm against your back, causing a whimper to escape your swollen lips. âLook at my pretty girlâŚâ A hand trails up to your neck, squeezing gently. âGettinâ used by her boyfriends father like some cheap slutâŚâ His hand grips your chin and tilts your head up to look at him. âHereâs what youâre gonna do,â His pace quickens, his breathing getting heavier in your ear and his muscles tightening up as he gets closer.
âYouâre gonna break up with my son, drop outta that shitty little college, move in with me, and have âbout three or four kids with me and become my sweet little wifey, understand?â When you donât respond quick enough, his hand slowly trails lower to your throat, squeezing lightly in warning. âUnderstand?â You nod and he grins like a wolf. âThatâs a good girlâŚâ
Suddenly, his grip tightens and he pulls you up so your body meets his as his thrusts turn ruthless. He kisses and bites your neck with the passion of a desperate man and lifts your leg up and over his hip to get the deepest angle possible. He can feel your gummy walls tightening around him so deliciously, trying to milk him for everything he has as if your body already knows who it belongs to. With a loud groan into your neck and a deep thrust, he spills right inside your womb, filling you with warmth and deep shame.
He stays buried inside as he kisses your shoulder, and you can feel the smile on his lips as he whispers against your skin,