I make this kind of stuff as a coping mechanism because I was molested by a family member when I was little how I cope with it is my business if you don’t like it please block me!!
Dad!Arthur that’s kept you sheltered your entire life, not letting you talk to anyone but him.
Dad!Arthur that doesn’t let you lift a finger for anything, his baby girl is too sweet to be tainted with dirt and work.
Dad!Arthur that just loves you so much! He can’t contain himself when you wear the cute little dresses he buys (steals) for you— he just needs to play with your pussy!! He can’t help it so don’t be mad at him when he overstimulates you :(
Dad!Arthur that shoots every man that dares to look at you. It doesn’t matter who, he’ll defend his little girl until his dying breath.
Dad!Arthur that plans to take you with him when he dies, he refuses to be separated from you even in death.
Dad!Arthur that covers your skin in hickeys, he wants you to be reminded of him every time you look in the mirror!
Dad!Arthur that can’t get enough of your little moans and whimpers when he fucks you, he loves the way your pussy clenches around his cock. It only makes him harder when a cute little “Daadddy..!” escapes your lips.
Dad!Arthur that’s groomed you to be fine with his behavior, even when you don’t want it. Daddy does so much for you so just let him use your pussy, ok? He promises to pull out this time!
It’s been a long day. Nolan has been flying around Earth all day, destroying those pathetic creatures humans consider threats. It’s not that the battles were difficult for him, quite the opposite if anything. He was bored. Bored of fighting the same kinds of monsters every day, bored of interacting with humans, bored of Cecil, bored of everything. Everything except his little girl. He swears he would’ve destroyed this insufferable planet by now if he didn’t have her, she’s the only thing other than his mission to the Viltrum Empire that keeps him stable.
Nolan lets out a sigh of relief when his home starts to come into view, he can finally focus on something other than protecting this weak planet. He doesn’t bother to greet his wife as when she opens the front door for him, he’s not in the mood to deal with Debbie. The feeling of Debbie’s eyes burning into his back only irritates him more. The stairs creak under Nolan’s weight as he makes his way to his princess. A smile spreads across his handsome face as he gently turns the doorknob, revealing his angel sitting pretty on her bed and reading through one of his books.
“Princess..” You don’t have time to react before Nolan has you crushed against his chest. His massive arms wrap around your slight frame, pulling you so tight against his indestructible chest that the air leaves your lungs in a soft huff. "Did you miss me?" He rumbles, the vibration of his deep voice thrumming directly against your ribs. His grip doesn't loosen, instead, he pulls you closer still, as if trying to merge your smaller form into his own skin. “Of course I missed you..” As soon as the words leave your lips, a low, satisfied rumble vibrates in Nolan's throat, a sound far too predatory to be considered mere affection. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Good.” He murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw with agonizing slowness. His touch is heavy, his calloused skin a stark contrast to your softness. He finds himself memorizing the curve of your cheek, the exact shade of your eyes. Every second spent away from you felt like a waste of his superior lifespan, spent enduring the tedious chatter of insects. He shifts, pulling you onto his lap so you are draped across his thighs. His large hands splay across your back, pinning you to his granite hard abdomen. He likes the way you feel small, delicate, and entirely his. "You stayed right here” He notes , his eyes narrowing slightly as he searches your expression for any sign of restlessness. "Just waiting for me? My perfect, patient girl." You can feel a warm heat spread across your face as Nolan’s strong hand closes around your neck possessively. “You look tense..hard day? I can give you a massage if you want.” The soft words work to soothe the irritation coiled in Nolan’s bones.
The pressure of his palm increases, not enough to choke, but enough to remind you exactly how easily he could end your breath. His fingers are thick, wrapping nearly halfway around your slender throat, anchoring you to him. When you offer the massage, his eyebrows twitch upward a flicker of amusement crossing his stern features. "Tense?" He repeats the word, letting it roll off his tongue like a secret. "Being surrounded by the... mediocrity of humans tends to grate on the nerves. You’re so sweet, my angel.” He doesn't wait for you to move first. Instead, he maneuvers you behind him while he sits on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders creating a wall of solid muscle. As you reach out, your smaller hands seem almost insignificant against the vast expanse of his back. Beneath the fabric of his suit, his muscles feel like braided steel cables, unyielding and dense.
As you begin to knead the tension in his muscles, he lets out a slow, guttural exhale. The sheer mass of him is overwhelming; even a light press of your thumbs feels like pushing into stone. He tilts his head back, looking up at you upside down, his blue eyes darkened with a heavy, simmering intensity. “Go ahead.” He commands softly, though it lacks its usual authority, replaced by a rare vulnerability reserved solely for you. "I’ve been thinking about this all day.” You slowly start to increase the pressure, encouraged by his words and the feeling of his muscles beginning to relax under your fingers. “Does it feel good?” Your words are gentle, it’s common knowledge that his temper is unstable. But he’d never be upset with you, no he takes out everything on your mother and big brother. He’s been utterly in love with his little girl since the day she was born after all.
Nolan let out a sharp, ragged breath as your knuckles dug deeper into the knot between his shoulder blades."Yes” He grunted, the single syllable vibrating through the mattress. He leaned into your touch, allowing his heavy head to loll toward his shoulder, exposing the corded muscles of his neck. Your gentleness acted like a sedative on his volatile temperament. “Your hands are like magic, angel.” As you worked, his hand reached blindly behind him, finding your thigh and squeezing. The grip was firm, his thumb brushing high against the hem of your clothing, marking his territory even in a moment of supposed relaxation. "Don't stop.” Nolan demands, his voice dropping into a lower, huskier register that signaled his growing fixation. He turned his head slightly, catching the scent of your skin again.
Your hands begin to tremble as his strong fingers start to knead into the plush skin of your thighs. Even though the feeling is familiar, it still makes you blush. You’re used to him touching you like this and even more used him touching you in far nastier ways than he is right now. The tremor in your fingertips doesn't escape him. Nolan is attuned to the slightest shift in your physiology the spike in your heart rate, the subtle warmth blooming in your cheeks. He feels the frantic rhythm of your pulse through the pads of his fingers as they continue their rhythmic, bruising kneading of your thigh. He knows that tremble, he knows it very well. "Your hands are shaking, Princess.” His tone is devoid of judgment, filled instead with a quiet, knowing pride. He abruptly abandons the massage, spinning around on the bed in one fluid, powerful motion to face you. Before you can draw a breath, he has pulled you flush against him. One hand slides from your thigh up to your waist, hauling you upward until you are straddling his hips, forced to confront the sheer scale of him. Up close, the smell of him is intoxicating something clean, masculine, and ancient.
His blue eyes roam over your face with a frightening level of scrutiny, devouring the sight of your flushed skin and wide eyes. He reaches up, his thumb dragging heavily over your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal the pink dampness within. "Are you getting flustered?" he whispers, his gaze dropping to your mouth. The air between you grows heavy, charged with the unspoken history of his obsession. "Is it because of me?" The feeling of embarrassment floods through your body.
He knows the answer, he always does, he just loves seeing you stutter and squirm. Even as you try your head away from him, you can see him watching. “You know it is…” A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates in his chest a sound that is more animal than human. He doesn't let you hide from him. With a swift, firm motion, his hand moves from your waist to your chin, his fingers hooking under your jaw to tilt your face back up. He forces you to meet his gaze, his blue eyes burning with an intensity that makes it feel like he's searching your very soul.
"Don't look away from me, baby girl. You know I hate it when you do that.”
The possessiveness in his voice is palpable, a weight that presses down on you, making it hard to breathe, yet impossible to pull away. He enjoys your embarrassment; he finds the way you flutter and tremble under his gaze intoxicating. To him, your shy reaction is proof of his dominion over your heart and mind. His grip on your jaw tightens just a fraction, not enough to hurt, but enough to make it clear that you are trapped in his hold. "You're so fragile" he whispers, his gaze dropping to your lips and lingering there. "So small compared to me. It’s a wonder you haven't broken under the weight of everything I feel for you."
He leans in closer, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm and steady against your skin. "Tell me, princess... do you think anyone else on this pathetic planet could make you feel this way?"
girl argue with ya mama, you need serious help you fucking freak. i hope you never have kids or siblings knowing you enjoy reading about family members fucking
here you go anon, since you like stalking my page. enjoy! gojo x f!reader, dad daughter incest, age gap, slight breeding kink
icky!dad gojo who has you curled up against him while watching a movie. your mom is sitting in her favorite recliner, completely obvious to the fact that her husband is currently playing with your cute little pussy.
icky!dad gojo who pulls your panties to the side and slips in thick cock inside your aching cunt as soon as your mom goes to the bathroom.
icky!dad gojo who loves the way you whimper and bury your face further into the pillow as he stretches you out. “heh, that’s my good girl. taking daddy so well, sweets.”
icky!dad gojo who slides one hand to your hip to hold you in place, grip tight enough to bruise, while the other clamps over your mouth to muffle your sweet moans while he fucks you. grunting and groaning in your ear about how good your pussy feels, how he wants to fill you up with his cum, how he wants you to give him a baby. it’s filthy and disgusting but you love it, you love him.
icky!dad gojo who shoves his tongue in your mouth as he empties is thick load into your pussy. his cock twitches and pulses with each spurt of cum that you milk from him.
icky!dad gojo who promises to sneak into your room later in the night to fuck you stupid when he’s done fucking your mom.
icky!dad gojo who promises you that he’s gonna fuck you everyday, multiple times a day until you’re pregnant with a little brother or sister. everyone will look at you with sympathetic eyes because you’ll been a teen mom and pity because the boy isn’t there for you but both of you will know the truth and that’ll be enough.
(AOUAD MLST) . includes: lee cheongsan, lee suhyeok, yoon gwinam · jealousy, possessive behavior, violence (on gwinam’s part but what’s new), angst, mentions of marking, unhealthy relationship dynamics
• jealous!cheongsan who’s careful to keep how he feels quiet, but that doesn’t stop his body from speaking for him. most people wouldn’t recognize it, but those closest to him realize it in an instant–the way his jaw would tense, how his eyes lock onto you like a hunter to a deer. any lingering emotions would all be tucked back within himself, hiding in some reserved shell the rest of the day.
cheongsan would usually be the first to storm off, letting his feet take him wherever, he always took a walk after he let his jealousy get the best of him. clearing his mind, he’d rehearse some fumbled apology in his mind–the words never coming out as sincere as he’d meant them.
• jealous!suhyeok would go absolutely feral for you if you’d let him. although he’d be able to control his temper, lower his impulses and not do anything you’d be disappointed in him for later, you would still see it in his face–fist clenched and jaw tense.
even if things seemed innocent enough, the second you were alone with any man, he would intervene. whether it was more subtle like casually tossing his arm over your shoulders, or to make a statement like bumping shoulders with whoever you were speaking to, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close while he took over the conversation–suhyeok always made his appearance.
• jealous!gwinam would be more vocal in the moment, typically resorting to violence. shoving, punching, or even beating any guy that so dared to flirt with you. without a second thought, anytime he saw something that made him the slightest bit jealous, there would immediately be a conflict. he would come in between you and whoever was getting too close, giving them no warnings.
even with your entire body marked as his–bite marks, scratches, his scent lingering deep into your skin–it still wouldn’t be enough for him. every outing where there would be people, someone he’d sense as a threat, he would be right there beside you the entire night. gwinam’s jealousy would be just a permanent part of him nor would he care to learn where it stemmed from–if anything at all. so if it took the occasional bloodied fists and broken nose for someone to get the hint, then that’s what he would do.
tw: dead dove, incest, father x daughter, slight neglect from Nolan to Debbie and Mark, cheating
Nolan was a good dad. Kind, attentive, loving, everything a kid could wish for. Well, for his daughter. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t see Mark in the same adoring light that he saw his little girl in. It started with small things, getting ice cream for her and forgetting to get any for Mark, missing his little league games to play with her, getting her extra toys on Christmas, etc.
Things got worse when she grew up.
Their once cute daddy-daughter changed from sweet and innocent to something darker. Nolan’s relationship with Debbie deteriorated, for some reason the idea of touching his wife was repulsive to him. He was reminded of her humanity more and more every day, and the fact disgusted him. She was weak, not fit to be with him when he conquered Earth. But his baby girl was, she was always ready to do anything he asked. And he was ready to help her with anything she needed.
So when she came to him with tears in her eyes, whining about how her body’s been feeling different, he knew he had to help her.
“Shh, it’s ok, princess. Daddy’s got you.” *Nolan’s voice was husky as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of your pussy. “You’re doing such a good job for me.” It was almost impossible to contain himself when those sweet little moans slipped out of your mouth. He can’t help himself from moving faster, the way your cute little pussy is gripping him is just too much to handle!
All those little moans are making it hard to focus on controlling himself…he really doesn’t know if he can hold back much longer.
ahhh first post! I honestly suck at writing but I can’t find any invincible incest fics so I decided to make my own ik it sucks but yeah
(tw: dad/daughter incest, noncon, dead dove, slight yandere)
It’s not that he doesn’t love Debbie and Mark, of course he does. But there’s just always been something different about his little girl, something about her that makes him forget about the rest of his family. Ever since she was born he’s been obsessed. Obsessed with her smile, her eyes, the way she said “Daddy” so sweetly when she greeted him, just everything about her.
It was bittersweet when his princess got her powers, on one hand it was a step closer to conquering Earth for the Viltrum empire, on the other it meant she was growing up. As she got older, thoughts of her started to plague Nolan. Not like his usual ones, not the innocent memories of him teaching her how to fly, not at all. Instead images of the way her lips wrap around the popsicles he’s been buying for her lately, the time he walked in on her getting out of the shower, the feeling of her body against his when she rushes into his arms after school.
He kept all of it inside, not daring to scare his little girl, but all of that changed when she brought home her first boyfriend. He remembers everything that happened word for word. How his princess was holding hands with some boy from her school. He could barely contain himself from smashing the boy into the ground. Debbie was excited and eagerly invited him for dinner.
He remembers gripping his fork so tight the metal snapped in his hand as he watched his little girl give her ‘boyfriend’ a kiss goodbye when dinner concluded.
Everything else was a blur, how tightly he gripped her wrist as he dragged her upstairs and into her bedroom. It was all lust and rage as he slammed her down on her bed, shoving her pretty face into the stuffed animal he just won for her at the arcade a few days ago. He thrusted his cock inside of her, slamming so hard the house shook. He watched with glee as his little princess moaned and sobbed for him, begging him to stop but to keep going at the same time.
It’s hours later when he finally stops, leaving her broken and twitching on her ruined bed. But he’s not a monster, he’d hold her and whisper praises in her ear, explaining why he had to do what he did and that Daddy just loves her so much. It was for her own good.
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