🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
imagine having irresponsible parents who are either always at work or busy doing something else. they don't really pay attention to you. your mom doesn't even realize you're being stared at by a creepy, perverted man.
you're at a children's park playing by the slides and swings when the man approaches you. he offered to push the swing for you. you of course said yes because you don't know anything better.
after you enjoyed the swing, you ran to the playhouse that had slides connected to it. after your second slide, the man suggested playing something fun with you. you eagerly nodded, not even resisting when he started undressing you off your cute dress.
he sat you on his lap, playing with your clit. he rubbed it until you started getting wet. you whined, "u-uncle... it feels weird." you closed your legs but he spread them apart using one hand.
"it feels good, right?" he whispered in your ear. he rubbed your folds faster until you eventually squirted, spraying your juices all over the floor of the playhouse. it made him harder than he already is. he freed his cock, making you sit on it.
"h-hnhh... it hurts!" you whined but he only covered your mouth. he forced you down, stretching your tight hole to accommodate his massive size. you cried and he stuffed your panties in your mouth.
he looked through the small window to see if your mom noticed you were gone but she was still busy with something on her phone. he lifted your small body, noticing the blood but he didn't care. he sank you down again on his cock then lifted you again like a sex doll.
he made you ride his horny dick for what felt like hours until he fills you up with his sperm. you were shaking like a leaf when he stopped thrusting. you thought it was over but he laid you on your back and entered you again.
he fucked you hard like he did with his previous victims. slamming his dick inside your tight, tight pussy until he was balls deep. it started to feel good for you too. he fucks you like a dog in heat until you're squirting around his big dick.
you were shaking all over and he cums inside you again. he pulls out and makes you suck his dick clean. once he was satisfied, he puts his cock back inside his pants then helped you wear your panties.
he watched your legs tremble as you walked to your mom. his cum was dripping down your thighs but your mother didn't notice. she just asked if you were done playing and you nodded then you both left the playground.
🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
daddy leon who took care of you after your mom left both of you. she didn't want you and didn't want to settle down so she sought freedom and slept around.
daddy leon eventually figured things out and did his best to raise you. he loved you very much and you loved him too.
daddy leon develops feelings for you a father shouldn't feel for his daughter. you're almost half his age and grew up as a beautiful young lady.
daddy leon would find himself jerking off to the thought of fucking you. sometimes when you're asleep beside him, he'd jerk off in front of your face.
daddy leon who rubs his hard on on your butt when you're sleeping with your back facing him. then you wake up at the feeling and he cums in his boxers.
daddy leon gives in to his desires and spreads your legs and pulls down your panties. he leans down to eat your wet pussy, slurping up your juices.
daddy leon's cock throbs whenever you moan "daddy" then he finally sheathes his cock inside your virgin pussy.
daddy leon fucks you hard, not stopping even when you've reached your orgasm. he keeps pounding your tight hole til he fills you up.
daddy leon folds you in half, fucking you harder while he kisses you sloppily. the bed creaks under each hard thrust until he cums inside you again.
daddy leon doesn't stop fucking you. you don't know how many times you've cum and he doesn't know how many round you've fucked.
daddy leon finally pulls out of your well fucked pussy. your whole body is shaking from overstimulation and he couldn't feel his legs.
daddy leon lays next to you, kissing you passionately as your pussy dripped of his sticky white cum.
🔞mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
imagine there's a bus driver who's loved by the community and everyone in school. he was very kimd and easy to approach. he loves kids and animals. he makes sure every single student got home safe and helped people in need. which is why no one was suspicious of him when one day, you disappeared.
you never liked the bus driver. you think he's a weirdo and a creep because he stares at you when no one is looking. he groped you when no one is around and he threatened to kill your mom if you ever tell anyone about it so you stayed silent.
your mom often flirted with him despite the fact that she's still married to your father. she would often invite him over for dinner and the bus driver would always say yes.
he would finger you under the table when your mom was busy cooking and your daddy was not around. he presses and pokes at the right spot inside you until you cum around his fingers and he sucks your juices off his fingers while looking at you in the eyes.
he would fuck your mom that same night and slips in your room when they hear your daddy arrive late at night. the man doesn't miss the chance to rape you in your sleep. when you wake up, he whispers threats to your ear and buries your face on your pillow so you stay quiet.
he'd whisper how good your tight cunt feels around his big dick and cums inside you. he gets out your window after raping you and picks you up the next morning as if nothing happened. a week after that, he finally decided to take you to his basement.
every single day since he kidnapped you, he would fuck you for hours while his camera records everything. raping you again and again until all you could think about is getting pounded by his massive dick and cumming.
since you were reported missing and the community looked for you, he helped them look too. he would act devastated and even took part of the blame in front of others and they would comfort him saying he didn't do anything wrong.
the police would eventually close the case and just assume you ran away from home. while the bus driver would go home after sending the kids to school and fuck you for hours again.
Being jealous around your yandere!boyfriend brings him so much delight.
“Baby, no one’s going to take me from you,” he murmurs against your ear, almost shaking with excitement and devotion. “I’m all yours, completely and utterly yours.”
To be wanted and desired by you, to feel your possession… it’s thrilling, he can hardly contain his growing arousal.
Just knowing that your heart twists with jealousy when another person flirts with him brings him immense satisfaction. It goes both ways, just like you belong to him and HIM alone, he belongs to you! He wouldn’t dare allow someone to touch him, he’s yours!
cw: abuse of power, food play, sex, cunnilingus, grammatical errors and misspellings
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the pastries at the ducal estate were masterpieces. they were created with precision, looking like how exactly you would picture it in your head. too perfect, it tasted of plain sugary flour. for a man cursed with a sickening, insatiable sweet tooth, nothing the best patissier made could hit the spot. it was always too refined and sterile.
driven by a restless craving, duke!satoru slipped out of his manor in disguise, wandering the cobblestone streets of his own dukedom in seach of something—anything to satisfy his hunger. that's when he found your small and humble bakery.
the first time he walked into your modest shop, he was just looking for a decent strawberry tart. when he took a bite of yours, his world shifted. it wasn't just sweet, it made him feel alive. it tasted like warmth, comfort, and passion. he could taste the love you put into making it. at first, it was purely about the baked goods.
the terrifyingly powerful duke!satoru known for being an unforgiving knight at the battlefield, could be found sitting at a cramped corner table of your bakery seven days a week. even in disguise, his table manners give off his noble status, neatly cutting into cakes and scones. you thought of him as a noble who enjoys commoner food.
soon enough, his eyes stopped looking which pastries he's going to eat next. his eyes started following your figure going back and forth to serve customers while looking out for the goods you shoved in the oven. he watched the way flour dusted your face when you try to wipe your sweat off with the back of your hand. the bright smile you gave every customer while thanking them for their purchase. it was way prettier than the way you decorate your cakes.
slowly, the pastries became a mere excuse. you were the real confection. the missing ingredient in his hollow life. being near you did something frantic to duke!satoru's biology. the man known for his unshakable composure became completely unhinged under your gaze. whenever you walked over to clear his plates or ask how he likd the daily special, he experienced a literal, intoxicating sugar rush. his heart would hammer violently against his ribs. a frantic, euphoric heat would flush his face and his pupils would dilate heavily.
he became addicted to that high, he began coming early before you'd even open the bakery. you'd let him in while you're still getting the pastries in the oven and serve them to him while it's hot and fresh. he began to expect you to look at him and smile, to speak to him when he couldn't get the words out of his mouth, and touch him when you hand him a warm roll.
he would buy out your entire display just to see you smile and close early, only to leave the sweets to the orphans because he only truly wanted to consume you. eventually, seeing you for only a few hours a day wasn't enough. the withdrawals when he returned to his cold mansion were agonizing. he needed you in his space.
using his true identity and status, he finally approached you with a grand offer of hiring you as a chef in his estate. but you, proud of the business you built witg your own two hands, gently refused. life would definitely become much easier for you if you had accepted his offer but you loved your bakery. you loved the community.
you thought that would be the end of it, but duke!satoru doesn't take no for an answer. he wouldn't force you to his kitchen himself, he just changes his strategy. he reshapes your entire world until you have nowhere to run to. his obsession of you may be sweet but his methods are ruthless.
he targets your livelihood. suddenly, your flour suppliers will stop delivering, claiming they are out of stock. other merchants you buy your other ingredients from are facing crisis because bandits stole their products and the ship couriers were invaded by pirates. with nothing left to continue your business, it forced you to close your shop for the meantime.
duke!satoru would still visit your closed bakery even if you couldn't serve him any baked goods. he watched your spirit go down, losing hope in reviving your own dream. then, he brings up his offer again. before, you didn't think twice to refuse it, but now, the situation is difficult and you also need to make a living. the next day, you accepted it and went to the duke's mansion with him.
he imports the ingredients you needed from any place that has the finest quality (you suspected him of not doing his job right because how come the lord of this dukedom could easily import product but the merchants struggle?) and provides you a kitchen solely for your use. the pastries would come out fresh every morning and afternoon. you accompany him at his every tea time because he insisted on wanting to be closer with you.
he acts like he has nothing else to do, as if there's no work waiting for him at his office when he burst into your kitchen, and watch you knead dough and whisk the egg whites into a stiff peak merengue. you feel his eyes on you the whole time. even at times when you're resting in your quarters alone, you feel like you're being watched.
the lack of sleep and anxiousness made you physically sick, duke!satoru personally took care of you. he made you comfortable enough for you to pay no mind at how he's holding your hands tightly, he way his hands linger on your face longer than necessary when he changes the towel on your forehead, and the way he's invading your personal space. by the time you've recovered, you've become closer.
it doesn't take long before you got used to him breathing down your neck. until he would hold you close to him and press kisses on your skin, it made you feel good. you forgot about the things you were so worried about. you would stare into space, all that you could think of was satoru.
duke!satoru treats your body like the finest, most decadent confection he has ever been allowed to touch. he will spend hours mapping your skin, kissing you with a frantic, desperate hunger as if trying to taste the very sugar that runs through your veins. he will bite gently at first, then it becomes harder, leaving deep, dark bruises on your neck down your chest.
he marks you like a prized possession. he became entirely dependent on your scent. burying his face on your neck for hours as he sleeps, he inhales so deeply it feels like he's trying to breathe you into his lungs. if you try to pull away, his grip tightens. he's a knight, and his strength is terrifying when he is experiencing a rush of you.
duke!satoru will bring the finest glazes, melted chocolate, and the whipped cream you've reserved from the kitchen into your now shared chambers. he would drizzle or smudge them on your skin just to slowly, meticulously lick them off you. he'd use them especially during foreplay, you'd be covered in his saliva and feel sticky before you even get to the main course.
his length never fails to leave you breathless every single time. he'd mercilessly pound into you once you've adjusted to his size, gripping your hips when it becomes too much and you try to escape him mid sex. he kneads your breasts like he's kneading dough. he'd fold you into half like you'd do with your croissants and fill you up with his warm, thick cum like he's filling a donut with cream.
it doesn't just end with one round though. he doesn't stop until his sweet cravings of you was satiated. when morning comes, he'd be left feeling like he's in a food coma but in a good way. while you're basking on the after sex, he'd pepper you with wet kisses and the slight nip of his teeth on your skin made you feel like he's literally eating you.
he'd consume all of you, even to the very last strand of your hair, you're his. if only he could swallow you whole, he would. ah, no. there's no way he'd satiate his hunger once you're gone. but the thought of literally merging your bodies into one sure is tempting.
his kisses trailed down to your stomach, looking at the blissful expression on your face as you sigh. he stops for a moment to stare at you, swallowing. you opened your eyes to look at him and ask why he stopped but before you could say anything, he goes down again. he licks his lips before burying his face in between your thighs.
your breath hitched, letting out a soft moan when his tongue licked your slit. his hands held yours down, letting your thighs squeeze around his head. yes, suffocate him in you, he thought as he flattens his tongue on your wet folds again and shook his head side to side, making you cry out loudly and squirm. he went on and on, ignoring your desperate please. only loud slurping sounds and you helplessly moaning filled the room. what a great music for the servants to wake up to.
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got dicked down n inspired🫠 i actually wrote this longer but decided to cut it down to this length bcuz the rest is dark. the nxt part contains cannibalism and y'all probably alr see what's coming 😔
🔞mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
imagine a burglar who breaks in your house in the middle of the night but he's not here to steal money or any valuables. he's here to steal your virginity.
he slips into your room, locking the door behind him and goes straight to fucking you. you wake up the moment he slipped his big fat cock inside ypur tight hole.
his hand cupped your lips, pressing his weight on you as he raped you over and over again. threatening to kill your sleeping parents next door if you make a loud noise enough to wake them.
so you just lay there as he took you in different corners of your room and fold you in positions where his cock could reach deeper inside you. he forces multiple orgasms from you and fills you up every time he cums.
he's gone before the sun rises, leaving you shaking and leaking of your mixed juices.
when night comes again, he gets into your room again to rape you as he pleased. until after many nights pass, your legs now instinctively spread wide open and your wet, tight cunt waits for his cock to enter you before he even arrives.
🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
you're hired as a new helper in a farm where you help the owner feed the animals and clean up their places. it's no ordinary farm. it was a mix of animal-human hybrids and pure animals. you're no stranger to animal-human hybrids, especially the ones that lives in a barn. you've heard the things they produce are of the highest quality it couldn't compare to the normal ones human consume. they also cost a lot and animal-human hybrids are high maintenance. it's no wonder your pay is high too.
a bull hybrid had been eyeing you since day one. he's massive and muscular, he could crush you in one hit. whenever you're around, he let out loud huffs and grunts while you could see his big penis out, swaying heavily whenever he moves. it had gotten you concern but scared at the same time so you only quickly feed it before moving to the next stable. whenever you do this, he lets out another loud huff before jerking himself off with his own big human hands.
the horse hybrid and guard dog hybrid was the same too. it's like all of them were on their heat. their eyes follow you everywhere, especially the guard dog hybrid who literally follows you wherever. he would sniff your butt or crotch and shooing him away doesn't deter him. sometimes when you bend to pick up buckets of chicken feed, he'd mount himself on you and starts bucking his hip while his leaking big dick rubbed against your clothes ass.
you quickly pulled away from him and scolded him but he doesn't look a bit guilty. when the farm owner finally went to the barn house with you, the hybrid animals that were desperately trying to fuck you didn't stop. when you told the owner about it, he only said "it must be that time of the season again. just spread your legs and get bred by them. I'll pay you extra if that's what you're worried for." it left you appalled and disgusted.
when you were about to say you're quitting, the man held you by the arm and pushed you to the bull hybrid's stable. the bull hybrid rips off your clothes, thrusting his massive cock inside your unprepared tight pussy. you could do nothing but wail and scream. "come on, it's not that bad, y/n. you needed the money, right?" the man shamelessly jerked off his cock as he watched you get raped by his bull hybrid.
he thrusted in and out of you fast, knocking the air out of your lungs with every thrust while he's pinning his heavy weight on top of you. it took minutes before the bull hybrid finally cums inside you. the next thing you knew, you were dragged by the horse hybrid and fucked you the same way. his long, heavy, and massive cock didn't spare your pussy at all. it fucked the deepest part within you, fucking the cum of the bull hybrid to your womb.
when he came inside you too, he doesn't let you go. he bucked his massive cock inside you, fucking you like a sex doll. he came buckets, his cum spilling all over the floor when he finally pulled out and your body was twitching from overstimulation. the guard dog hybrid came next, mounting on top of you. your face down and your ass up. it was the perfecg position. his cock was massive too. it stretched your pussy so deliciously, you were screaming and moaning.
for hours, you were endlessly getting raped by the animal-hybrids in the barn. your poor poor hole was stretched one after another cock. by the time they finally stopped, it was already the next day in the afternoon. mixed cum of the animal-human hybrids was inside you, dripping and your hole clenched into nothing. the man also came on your face and inside your mouth, forcing you to drink lots of his cum after fucking your throat raw.
he carried you to his house, fingering your pussy as he cleaned out the mix of cum inside you. he bathed you and let you rest for hours. you woke up sore all over, hungry and parched. the farm owner took care of your needs. he fed you until you had your fill. though this time, you were looking at him with wary. he only chuckled and slid a stack of cash across the table. "paid you extra like promised." you only stared at the money.
"not enough?" he placed more money on the table like it's nothing before he went over to you. he held your face by your jaw, his thumb brushed your lips. "you're not quitting until you bear and birthed each child of my hybrids and my own. this is your home now. nobody's going to look for a runaway kid like you here." you could only silently cry when he bent you over the table and raped you again and again and again.
synopsis: a lawyer who has always been a man of justice does the immoral and uses his power to steal what should've been his.
cw: yandere behaviors, abuse of power, violence, sexual assault, use of curse words, mature content, pregnancy, mentions of self harm and suicide, angst, plot holes (i reread it and some parts felt like it was cut off short but I plan to let it stay that way), modern setting, grammatical errors and misspellings (i think it's part of the beauty of writing :D too lazy to edit) word count: supposedly 1.2k became 2.2k-ish
a/n: pls, keep in mind that i don't study law or know much of it. i used google to search for the basics and might be inaccurate. this is a work of fiction only. AND PLS, don't steal my works or feed it to AI :( although i only write for funsies, i still work hard to get it done. if u don't like this, don't read it.
yandere!hiromi who fell in love with you on your first day in high school. he was the quiet kid in class, barely noticeable and never acknowledged. you were one of the brightest kid he knew, who always stood out in a crowd. a humble, kind girl that looks like she doesn't even know how pretty she is. you never really interacted. he never approached. one of the reasons why, is because he thinks you're too good for him. so for years, he strived to be someone deserving of his first love.
it's not really surprising that after ten years, you'd already be married. but why are you married to a... delinquent? you still look beautiful, way more than the last time he saw you. it's no wonder men still chase after you, only to be crushed under the soles of your husband's feet.
he learns of toji's reputation, a man who went in and out of prison in a span of five years.
since yandere!toji met you and got together, he'd been involved in fights with other men, claiming they've been "eye fucking" you or cat called you. the men he fought against especially gets beaten til near death when they grope or touch you without your consent. when you got married, it only became worse.
yandere!hiromi took the opportunity to use this against him to get him locked up for life, so yandere!toji couldn't do anything when he takes up his title as your husband.
yandere!toji who brutally beat up a man again, who kept following you on your way home. many people witnessed the whole thing on the sidewalk and watched the man get carried by the medics in an ambulance.
the next morning, yandere!toji wakes up grumpy by the sound of continuous knocking on your door, revealing a few police officers who has a warrant of arrest against him. he couldn't believe his ears when they said the man he beat up last night arrived on the hospital, dead. he's pretty sure he didn't hit the man too hard for him to die. though, he also thinks the bastard deserves to die anyway.
you hurry beside your husband, trying to defend him, which made his heart happy, but it's no use. yandere!toji let them handcuff him to the police car and got sent for an interrogation. everything you and your husband said contradicted the statements of the witnesses of the incident. even though you were telling the truth, you were seen as the traumatized wife trying to save your monster of a husband. you looked so pitiful, and pathetic.
during court trials, yandere!hiromi presented evidences of his consistent violent behaviors, inflicting serious injuries to multiple victims, which only added to the weight of his murder case. though toji's lawyer defended that he only did it to protect you, it seemed like the court had already decided who to side with. he called for toji's imprisonment for life without parole, under the guise of serving justice to the rest of the victims.
once the gavel hit the sound block and the final verdict echoed toji's sentence, your heart dropped and your legs weakened. "n-no, please, he didn't mean to do it! it's my fault!" you cried, trying to get to your husband but the security guards hurried him out before you could even reach him.
yandere!toji's heart ached so bad at the sound of your desperate pleas. he wanted to take you in his arms and whisper comfort, but he didn't. it's not that he couldn't break free from the cuffs, but he's afraid of making things worse than it already is. when he looked back, the last thing he saw before the wooden doors closed, was the back of his victim's lawyer, covering your form. not entirely but he could see the man wrap you in an embrace as you cried your eyes out.
yandere!toji's eyes widened.
he thought he was protecting you all this time. he hadn't really thought of what the consequences of his actions would be because he's too confident he could solve all problems with his fists. he only then realized too late that without him by your side, you're a prey surrounded by hungry predators.
one of them includes, yandere!hiromi.
that same day, hiromi looked after you. he comforted you, protected you from the media, and drove you home. he was nothing but kind, polite, and caring. you haven't really thought much about it because you were going through so much. it doesn't help that you weren't permitted to visit your husband, which was absurd to you. you tried to reason with anyone. you'd kneel until your knees give out if you had to, but yandere!hiromi was there to hold you by your arms and stop you.
right, you have a lawyer right in front of you. he explained all things you needed to know and of course, he mixed facts with made-up inclusions. after all the things he said, it left you hopeless and heartbroken. you couldn't do anything for toji. you can't even see him. what would be of you now?
a few weeks had passed, you were still grieving and rarely went out of your house. hiromi would drop by every other day to check on you, which you thought was sweet of him. if not because of him, you would've felt completely lonely. you're far from your family and in an unfamiliar city like this, you rarely built friendly relationships with people. well, your husband might've contributed in your little interaction with people because he said, it's for your safety.
your husband did all things for you. he had mentioned once that he hates it when you have to work a stressful job and worry about money. so he provided for the both of you, and gave his all to give you the best life he could. his possessiveness was part of his undying love for you but his jealousy... it's a different thing.
it makes him violent, the complete opposite of the face he shows only to you. his gentle touch turns into bloody fists the moment a man so much as looks at you wrong or a bit too long. you'd be lyinh if you say it didn't scare you. you did talk to him about it. in result, he only beat people up when you're not around.
the sound of the doorbell snaps you out of your thoughts. you rise from your crumpled sheets and bundled comforter you kept around you to mimic yandere!toji's embrace. frowning at loss of warmth, you covered yourself with a robe and went to open the door.
as expected, hiromi was here for his visit. you let him in and served him a cup of hot coffee. it looked like he got off work early since he carried his case with him. "i think, you can try to send him a letter." you stopped for a moment then looked at him, "r-really? can i, really?" he watched your hopeful eyes get a little teary.
once he nodded, you ran to your small office and wrote everything you wanted to say and ask from toji. your tears wet the papers as you wrote, making the ink bleed and smudge a bit. you didn't mind the mess, as long as it reaches your husband. the next time yandere!hiromi visits, you open the door for him before he could even press the doorbell, looking at him expectantly. it quickly died down when he shook his head.
"i haven't received any response from him yet."
"okay..."
and the next ones, you kept asking about it before you even say hi to him. every time he gives the answer you didn't want, you deflate and bite your lips in worry. slowly, the little hope left in you vanished. on a rainy monday afternoon, he comes over and delivered a news.
"i finally got to talk with the prison staff who handed him your letter. he didn't write anything back even if he was given the materials." he cleared his throat, as if hesitant to say something else. "he, uh... he was asking for a divorce..."
all you could mutter was a shaky "oh", looking away from him as you try to hold back your tears.
"i'm sorry. can you please come back next time? i need some time alone." he swallowed back his urge to pull you in his arms. "of course." once he left, you broke into sobs, your heart and chest was physically aching.
yandere!hiromi leaned on your closed door from outside, listening to your pitiful cries, he clenched his fists tight, his nails dug into his hands painfully. yandere!hiromi who spent months trying to get close to you as he helped you get over your husband. he was everything toji wasn't. he was always so patient and handles everything calmly.
his love never felt even the slightest bit suffocating and he doesn't use violence to deal with other people who disrespects you. unlike your now ex husband yandere!toji, yandere!hiromi doesn't need to resort to violence to protect you and get what he want. he understands the law very well. that's all he needed to use to get you.
hiromi was there for you during your worse and vulnerable times, you eventually lean into his arms.
until the perfect night came where comfort turned into a confession, and you find yourself in his bed. he held you like he's afraid you'd break, almost similar to toji's, but he made love to you differently. his kisses were soft, his teeth nip at your skin but never bites down.
he tangles his fingers with yours when he chases his high with you, promising to love you and only you forever as he fills you up to the brim. he pulls out only when you tell him to, then lays next to you, holding you close. his hand holds down your belly, thumb caressing your skin and kisses your neck. you hum in satisfaction, eyes closed with as smile on your lips.
while yandere!toji is in prison, rotting, living only for the day you come to visit. but weeks turned into months, you never came and his letters go unanswered. he was losing himself every single day that goes by without seeing you, touching you, or even hearing your voice. he was hoping to at least get a single letter to know you're doing fine.
he needed to know you're safe, even without him. then comes a letter for him. not from you, nothing else was written on the envelope. when he opened it, it was a cut out piece of an article from a newspaper, featuring you and the lawyer he saw on his court trial. you're... getting married?!
"what the fuck is the meaning of this?! hey, you! who gave you this?!" the guard ignored him and he's left alone with his sanity slipping away.
you're back on track with your new life, happier with your overworked husband. all things that needed to be dealt with before your wedding was handled by none other than yandere!hiromi. you let him be because he knew what he was doing, it's his profession.
oh but, how clueless of you of the cruel things he actually did.
you have no idea how he planned your ex husband's downfall, which he believes toji brought upon himself. you have no idea of the strings he pulled so toji's letters and yours never reach each other. you have no idea, toji never wanted to divorce you and never asked for it. you have no idea how much yandere!hiromi has loved you for so long.
you would've never thought that the mysterious kid sitted at the back of the class, whom everyone warned you to stay away from, was the same man you're married to now. the door closed behind him and sees you walk up to him, an apron over your maternal dress.
he leaned down to meet your lips. "didn't i tell you to rest, my love?" he whispered on your ear, caressing your back when you pulled him down to a hug. "yes, but i wanted to cook for you." you let go of him, sighing as your hand went to the bump on your belly.
"he's getting heavier each day." you chuckled. "that's why i told you—"
"to rest, i know. this is the last time I'll cook until he comes out, i promise." he nods, pressing a kiss on your head, knowing you'd probably get the urge to touch the kitchen again. seems like two maids aren't enough to look after you, after all.
once your son was born, everything felt completely perfect. the life you once dreamt with toji was now formed with another man. sometimes, you still think of how he was doing and what life could've been if things didn't happen as they did. but then you look at your current life, in the newly framed family photo that contains you, your baby boy on your arms, and hiromi. you silently sigh in satisfaction. you couldn't ask for more.
yandere!toji stares at the same picture, sent by yandere!hiromi. still in the same prison cell, in the same prison uniform. the life he promised you was stolen from the both of you, and you seem like you never had a clue. that son of a bitch stole everything from him. that was supposed to be him, beside you.
you were supposed to be his.
yandere!toji who ends up drowning in his heartbreak, he couldn't think straight. he gets transferred to a psychiatric hospital due to his countless attempts of self harm and suicide. he was forced to endure the constant torture of living a life he saw no point in continuing without you in it.
🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
why pay for a dildo or a male stripper when you could just go to the men's comfort room and get fucked not once, not twice, but multiple times!
hell, you wouldn't even be able to count how many times you get fucked by all of your available holes. you couldn't think from all of the orgasms pulled out of you plus the constant overstimulation.
it only takes a minute the longest for you to wait for another dick to fill you up. there are a lot of horny men who only thinks with their dick than you think there is.
so the next time you ovulate or feel your cunt get wet from horniness, you just have to pay the men's comfort room a visit and spread your legs like the whore you are.
🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
when my mother thinks daddy was cheating on her with his sexy secretary but the truth is, I was the one who sucks his dick under his desk. I was the one who he bends over the same desk, fucking me to oblivion, always filling me up with his cum so he could give me a daughter sister I've always asked for.
🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
yandere kidnapper who keeps me locked in his basement, playing tapes on the TV showing what he did to his past victims. it doesn't matter if I don't watch it. he keeps the volume up so even when I sleep, I could hear the helpless moans and cries of the poor women getting their cunts abused by him.
he'll play it every single day without touching me sexually until I eventually become needy. I would try to make myself cum on my fingers but I stop when I get close to cumming because guilt keeps eating me for even daring to get off on rape videos.
yandere kidnapper who now often visits me half naked, revealing his bulky arms and firm abs to tease me more. he'd stare at my body with lusty eyes as I try to hide myself under the blanket but he would only lean in close to kiss me slowly.
so slow, I don't even realize when he had taken off my clothes and slipped his fingers inside me. I only realize it when I feel the pleasure building up inside me and the squelching sounds coming from my leaking hole. I would pull myself from the kiss to moan and arch my back.
yandere kidnapper who doesn't give me time to recover from my intense orgasm after being pent up for weeks. he thrusts his big dick inside me, deliciously stretching me open and fucks me on the bed. he fucks me so hard and fast, I couldn't count how many times he'd made me cum before he cums inside me.
he only pulls out to watch my ass jiggle as I twitch from overstimulation and watch his creamy cum drip from my hole. he would scoop whatever his tip could then pushes it back inside me to fuck me again and again, and again. until I'm nothing but a hole for his dick to cum on. I'm only a brainless cumdump.
yandere kidnapper who only takes a maximum of 5 minutes break in between to hydrate himself before he gets back to fucking me again. he would fuck me until the sun rises and I'm completely passed out. my limp, unconscious body takes everything he gives me.
🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
older brother who couldn't get his wife pregnant no matter how hard they try so he fucks me, his younger sister instead. sure enough, after fucking day and night even when his wife is around and walked in on us, my egg got fertilized with his seed. his wife could only sit at the end of the couch as she watched me get spoiled by her husband, getting me whatever pregnancy cravings makes me want to eat.
🔞mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
daddy who gets cheated on by mommy with his brother. so he ties both mommy and his brother on two separate chairs, making them watch as he rapes me in front of them. I would moan like a bitch in heat, pushing my hips back to meet his rough thrust and he would fuck me for hours.
🔞 mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
stepbrother who makes a dildo moulded using his own big, fat cock so you could pleasure yourself with the closest thing similar to his dick when he's not around.
only for you to use it on him, forcing the replica of his own cock on his tight ass hole, stretching him open. just to make him feel the same way as he did to your little pussy when he forced his cock inside you while pinning you down on your bed.
your pushed and pulled the dildo in his squelching hole while he helplessly moan and cry. there's nothing he could do because you convinced him to be tied down to bed beforehand, thinking that you're going to ride him til he's milked dry.
but instead, he's getting raped by his own younger sister with the replica of his cock. mmhm yum.
🔞mdni! you are responsible for your own consumption. don't like it, don't read it.
daddy clark kent who always comes back late at night because the whole city just can't seem to stand on its own without his help. he arrives home exhausted, questioning himself if it's even worth saving everyone else when all that matters is you, his baby girl.
the door opened silently as he slipped inside your room and sees you wearing nothing but panties and an oversized shirt. his shirt. lately, you've been texting him when he's coming home and that you miss him so much.
his heart aches everytime you say it, especially, when your eyes get teary and your lips quiver.
daddy clark hovers over you on your bed, pressing kisses on your face down your neck. he lifts his shirt off you to show your small breasts, taking your nipple on his mouth and sucked. his occasionally stops his sucking to let his tongue flicker your tiny bean, making you twitch on your sleep.
he does the same on your other nipple while he grinds his hard cock on your panties. he takes off your soaked panties. you must've been thinking about him all night, huh?
he buries his face on your cunt, slurping all your leaking juices until you wake up moaning. "hnghhh... daddy..." he only hums in response, sucking on your clit. your back arches so deliciously as you flood his mouth with your cum.
daddy clark drinks it all before he slid his massive dick inside your small hole. it's still a wonder how you weren't torn apart but it definitely feels like it the first time he took your virginity last summer.
he thrusts in and out of you, watching you pussy eat up his cock. "daddy, n-no..." you whine, hands pressed on his abs in attempt to push him away.
"no? your cunnie's eating me so well, baby." he kisses you. "does it not feel good?"
you couldn't answer as moans keeps slipping out of you while he fucks you harder. "I need an answer , baby. does it feel good or no?" his thumb goes to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles it made you gasp and mewl.
"d-daddy!... ahngh too much!" you don't see the way he smirked because your eyes rolled up in pleasure.
"yeah? I knew, you'd love it." he holds your hips, lifting it up a bit then pounds his fat cock inside you in a fast pace. "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim.
daddy clark doesn't pull out. he licks the drool on the sides of your lips before kissing you. "I missed you too, baby. I will never leave you again." he slowly thrusts his cum inside you, making sure you get pregnant.
superman never showed himself to the world again. he remained inside your home together, fucking his daughter every day and night.
yandere kidnapper who hunts me down the corn field with his rifle gun, at midnight. he doesn't hesitate to shoot my legs so I couldn't escape. he'd carry me on his shoulder like a sack of flour and patch me up in his basement. he doesn't care if I wasn't fully recovered. he'd take me whenever and however wants, abusing my poor cunt and breeding me until I'm nothing but a sex doll dripping of his cum.
