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Yandere! GILF Headcanons
Warnings: Implied Smut, Older Man/Younger Reader, Age Gap, Spanking, Jealous Dominic, Manipulation, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.
♡ Hector had only loved once before meeting you. Likewise, he had only loved once after meeting you. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in you.
♡ On the contrary, when Dominic had pulled up to the sprawling manor Hector orchestrated, expecting to see Marilyn at his side yet seeing an unfamiliar face in her stead, his curiosity was, admittedly, peaked. No small achievement considering this man has done and seen everything this world has to offer.
♡ Dominic explained – in monotone French – that Marilyn was sick, hence she couldn’t come. He’d brought you – a family friend – in her place. You couldn’t ignore the waver in his voice, his pointed stare up at his father, who resided in an almost throne-like armchair behind a mahogany desk.
♡ Hector looked through Dominic and gazed at you. You could see now where Dominic’s predilection for sharp, underhanded stares originated; the founding father of Dominic’s cold architecture.
♡ You felt as if his eyes combed over your very being, unravelling all the tangles in your make-up and laying you down to your most base, threadbare foundations, seeing you for what you really were.
♡ “Very well,” the older man grumbled, only taking his eyes off you once Dominic cleared his throat. Beside you, his son’s fingers twitched.
♡ You were excused shortly after with Dominic taking you outside, almost jogging down the steps with a haste you’d never witnessed before, and bringing you to a most isolated spot. You’d noticed a collection of staff – chefs, maids, caretakers, gardeners – crawling about the mansion. None of them resided near you now.
♡ “Don’t talk to him unless you’re with me,“ Dominic warned. In his eyes watched a man you’d never seen before. Something vaguely…human in the colour of his irises. Warm. Afraid.
♡ Interaction with Dominic’s father – Hector – was uncomfortable at first. You’d tried to juggle Hector’s hostile hospitality with Dominic’s warnings, ultimately toing and forming between the two since they never inhabited the same space for more than ten minutes whenever meals were served.
♡ One day, when Dominic had to leave the manor on important business, unable to take you with him, he’d instructed you to stay in your room. He tried to smooth over the jagged brickwork of his command with a suave charm that could put the incarnation of panic at ease, but you could tell – for perhaps the first time – that it felt false.
♡ Dominic left. Hours passed. You grew bored.
♡ You left your room.
♡ And who did you happen to meet whilst trawling the halls, searching for any form of entertainment?
♡ Why, the very man Dominic had forbidden you from seeing.
♡ Hector came down the hall on certain footing, obviously having taken great care of his mobility in his younger years to be able to traverse the many staircases and rooms this residence held. So why did he have so many caretakers?
♡ You scarcely had time to wonder as, before you could hide, he spotted you. Ordered you to come to him. You did, hesitant. He gave you a monotone look.
♡ “You. Come with me.”
♡ You followed him to a door that felt familiar. Inside, his study. On his desk, a pre-set game of chess. He sat at his desk. He motioned for you to join him.
♡ You, with a pounding heart and a strong sense of being out of place, played chess. Hector taught you the best way to win – “For when you compete against Dominic.”
♡ You bantered, lethargic at first, until you found even footing on subjects that weren't just Hector’s only son.
♡ You wondered what it was about his father that Dominic was so keen to isolate you from, to conceal from you.
♡ Nothing you cared for, honestly. Especially when Hector showed you just how solid his sense of humour was, how intelligent he was. How lively he could be despite his initial coldness.
♡ Of course, he was still icy, very blunt most of the time. But you could tell it wasn’t his choice – he was made this way. By who or what, you couldn’t be sure. But what you did know was that you weren’t about to let Dominic’s personal vendetta ruin your budding friendship with his father.
♡ No longer did you hide from Hector’s judgement as you scampered back to your room, the shutting of the front door reverberating through the manor’s great walls; you sought refuge from Dominic’s as he came storming down the hallway, his footfalls faster than he’d have liked them to be as he rushed to check on your condition, to see you after being forced to leave you in his father’s un-care.
♡ After that, you made more of an effort to see Hector. Especially as you had few other people to talk to – Dominic especially as he seemed more and more swept up in sudden business meetings and last-minute supply chain issues.
♡ The longer you spent in Hector’s presence – in the garden, in the library, in his study for more games of chess – the more you began to see slivers of him in Dominic. Scratchings of silver beneath rock; the inclinations of a vein of purest ore.
♡ Though, that did not mean the metal that lay dormant beneath was pure in itself.
♡ On the contrary, when you weren’t around, Hector made full – and I mean full – use of the maids, caretakers and staff at his disposal. Anyone who bore a similar enough resemblance to you was subject to any manner of his objectification.
♡ Lasting stares, increasingly lewd requests, commands to snoop through the few personal belongings you’ve brought with you – the sort of thing any powerful older man will do for the object of their affections.
♡ Sexual matters aren’t off the table, either.
♡ Far from it.
♡ In fact, it’s bent over the edge of Hector’s desk, whining and whimpering and at the mercy of a man far more experienced than his old age could belie.
♡ He’s so nasty with it, too. He knows his workers will do anything he asks of them – for the right price. And he’s got nothing but money to burn.
♡ God forbid his most recent toy talks back to him, lest they be subject to a thorough spanking by Hector’s belt.
♡ He’s still more than capable of getting himself off without the assistance of his employees, though. He just enjoys the power he has over them. Enjoys the taste of the influence he’ll have over you.
♡ Guy’s a wealthy man, he’s got cameras everywhere. And Dominic knows this. Hence he’s always around to cover you up when you’re getting changed – even if it makes him look somewhat questionable.
♡ You’re for his eyes only, but he knows his father will find a way to try and sneak a peek of you – to show Dominic that, while in his house, you’re both under his rules.
♡ As was the case now as Hector requested for you come to his study for afternoon tea.
♡ While there, making light conversation, he dropped a question that hung, heavy, between you in a way you couldn’t quite describe/
♡ “Did I ever tell you,” began Hector, knowing full-well he’s not once recounted this tale to you. His old age will afford him the disguise of senility, if only for a short while. You’ll listen, politely.
♡ “About Dominic’s mother?”
♡ You tell him no, that not even Dominic has ever mentioned his mother – or his family – to you before. Hector hummed. Grumbled, more so.
♡ The void in his chest sank lower as he recalled to you the greatest love of his life.
♡ “Too good for this world,” he said, regaling her acts of altruism, of philanthropy. “Someone upstairs must’ve known it, too.”
♡ You had a feeling that ‘upstairs’ transcended far beyond the many dusty rooms Hector had advised you and Dominic not to go exploring during your time here.
♡ He told you, with practiced malcontent, how Dominic’s birth would be his mother’s un-birth; her escort from this life to the next. Hector sniffed, though not for tears. You still jolted forward to comfort him, though.
♡ And he wasn't one to reject your offer.
♡ The portrait of his wife – young and beautiful for a cruel infinity – watched over the two of you.
♡ “So you see,” he continued, “That’s why Dominic doesn’t visit – or I’m willing to guess, talk about – me as much as you perhaps do with your parents.”
♡ Of course, you understood perfectly where he was coming from. Something in him grinned at the idea of even a drop of a villainous hue staining Dominic’s curated disguise, making him scrub and scrub at the veneer until it wore away and revealed the corpse beneath piloted by parasites.
♡ You tell Hector that if he ever wants to talk, you’re always down to listen. Hector grants you a small smile. Artificial warmth. Gently, he slides his hand atop yours, pats it.
♡ You are the singular object his son desires. Hence, you are the object he shall steal from him, for there is no better form of discipline than loss.
♡ And Hector wants Dominic to know what it’s like to lose everything.
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~Yandere!Gilf x afab!reader~
Note: hi!! I totally forgot about posting this last night but hope you guys enjoy! It's my first venture back into writing smut so please tell me if this sucks or not! As usual, minors dni!!
CW: afab reader, breeding, corruption kink, hard dom, pet names, degradation, slight slut shaming, aftercare, non-con, stomach bulge, creampie, please let me know if I missed anything!
~ love bunny 💕
It's a dark evening, and Nicolas "Saint" Dryden found himself on an almost empty bus, headed home. The bus comes to a stop at a bus stop where only one person is waiting – that person happens to be you.
You are a college student with a penchant for older men and women. You're dressed in a black dress, with fish net thigh highs, which barely conceals your panties. Additionally, you wore a black choker around your neck.
As you walk through the sparsely occupied seats, you notice Nicolas. You think to yourself, 'I wonder if this guy will fulfill my fantasy.' You then settle onto the seat in front of him. "Good evening, mister," You say in an innocent tone, taking out your phone and pretending to be engrossed in it. In reality, your focus is solely on him.
Subtly, you slightly widen your legs, revealing a glimpse of your panties, accidentally.
Nicolas nodded politely at you as he continued scrolling on his own phone, his stop was still a few minutes away. He briefly looked at your panties before focusing on his phone.
Your heart raced with anticipation as you noticed his nod. You pretended to glance up from your phone, your eyes meeting his for just a moment. You then looked down again, seemingly shy.
After a few seconds, you shifted in your seat, smooth, your legs brushing against each other. You leaned forward slightly, giving Nicolas a clear view of your exposed chest, your black mini dress barely covering it.
Innocently, you spoke again, "Um, sir, do you know what time the next bus is supposed to arrive? I-I'm not very good with schedules."
Your voice wavered just a bit, your fingers subtly toying with the edge of your dress. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you awaited his response.
"You mean the next stop? We're fifteen minutes out from it. Why? That your stop?" Nicolas offered as he locked his phone and leaned back against the seat, looking at you in amusement, already sensing your game.
Your heart skipped a beat as you sensed his amusement. You kept your gaze lowered, your fingers playing with the edge of your dress as your hair fell partially over your eyes.
You let out a soft, almost sheepish giggle, your voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Well, not too often, sir. J-just sometimes when I have to go somewhere. It's, um, my first time alone though… my friends all went home early."
You glanced up at Nicolas, your cheeks flushing even more, as if embarrassed by your admission. "I… I guess I'm not very good with directions, so I thought the bus would be safer than walking all alone," you added, trying to give a convincing reason for your presence.
Your heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You hoped your subtle gestures were enough to make him take the bait.
"Actually. I think your stop is the same as mine." Nicolas said calmly, leaning over and blocking you from view, "You're not good with directions right? No worries, you'll be in safe hands."
Your heart raced as he leaned closer, blocking you from view. You gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes, your cheeks flushed with a mix of anticipation and excitement. Nicolas' words made your heart flutter, and you quickly looked down, pretending to be bashful.
"O-oh, really?" You stammered softly, your voice a delicate whisper. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his presence so close to you.
You shifted your position slightly, subtly pressing your thigh against his as you pretended to adjust your dress. Your heart raced with each passing moment, your body tingling with anticipation as you fought to maintain your facade of shyness. "Th-thank you, sir… I, um, I appreciate that," you added, your voice quivering slightly as you tried to keep up the innocent act.
Nicolas put his hand on your thigh, squeezing once, "You're welcome sweetheart," He left his hand there as he continued to scroll on his phone, the bus passed the second to last stop, one more then he'd take you home.
Your heart raced as his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft gasp, your eyes widening in feigned surprise. Your pulse quickened, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a satisfied smile.
You glanced down at his hand on your thigh, pretending to be flustered by the unexpected touch. Your breathing grew slightly uneven, and you shifted your leg just enough to press more firmly against Nicolas' hand, your body subtly leaning into his touch.
As the bus continued to move, you stole a quick, nervous glance at his face before returning your attention to your own phone. You fought to control the excitement that surged within you, your inner desires conflicting with your innocent act.
With a hint of a blush, you murmured softly, "S-sir, um, thank you for being so kind to me. I-I really appreciate it…" your voice trailed off as you pretended to be overwhelmed by his presence.
Nicolas rubbed your thigh, still focused on his phone. He absent-mindedly rubbed you through your panties, his hand under your dress. "I bet you do sweetheart, but why don't you be silent till we get there hm?"
Your breath hitched as his hand continued to rub your thigh, and your heart raced faster. The sensation of his touch through your panties sent shivers down your spine, and you fought to keep up your innocent act.
You nodded quickly, your voice barely above a whisper, "Y-yes, sir… I'll be quiet." Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as you bit your lip, your body responding to the intimate touch that was hidden from the view of others.
With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you leaned slightly closer to Nicolas, pretending to be nervous. Your hair brushed against his arm, and you closed your eyes momentarily, relishing in the sensations coursing through your body.
As the bus approached the final stop, you clenched your fists, struggling to control your own desires, all the while maintaining your facade of innocence.
Nicolas let your thigh go, standing up and gestured for you to follow. He paid both fares. "Let's go sweetheart, can't have you out here for long. You're soaked." He murmured lowly and kept a firm hand on your back. Solid. Strong. You shivered in anticipation.
Your heart raced as he stood up, and you quickly followed suit, your body trembling with excitement. You kept your head down, pretending to be embarrassed by his words. His gesture to pay the fares only added to your internal turmoil, fueling your desires.
You followed Nicolas off the bus, your steps slightly unsteady as you kept close to him. His hand on your back, a constant reminder of what was to come. Your hair brushed against your flushed cheeks, and you pretended to look down, as if feeling shy and overwhelmed by the situation.
You shivered as he mentioned you being soaked, your mind immediately drawing connections between his words and your desires. As he led the way, you followed closely, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to keep your innocent facade intact, even as your body ached for more.
He reached his home, opened the door and let you in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You're acting all innocent yet you soaked your panties the moment I touched you, filthy little slut. I want you over the armrest of the couch, legs spread and panties on."
Your heart raced wildly as he whispered in your ear, his words sending a thrill of desire straight through your body. Your cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, your inner fantasies colliding with the reality of the situation.
You quickly followed him into the house, your anticipation building with each step. As he instructed you, you pretended to tremble, your hair brushing against your cheeks as you looked down, feigning shyness.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to the armrest of the couch, your legs spreading as he commanded. You bit your lip, your body aching for more, your inner masochistic desires driving you forward, even as you maintained your innocent facade.
Nicolas followed you, putting his things away before he casually pulled your panties down and rubbed your clit. He spoke casually as if you weren't even a real person, just there for his own pleasure, "soaked and I haven't even touched you properly yet, little whore."
Your breath caught in your throat as his hand reached for your panties and pulled them down. Your body trembled with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability as your desires were being realized. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers touched your clit.
Your hair fell over your face as you leaned into his touch, pretending to be overwhelmed by the sensations. Your heart raced wildly, and your inner masochistic cravings surged forth, merging with your innocent act.
You closed your eyes, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you fought to maintain the facade of submission and shyness. Your body responded to Nicolas' touch with a desperate need for more, even as your voice wavered, "S-sir… p-please, I… I don't know what's happening to me…"
"Oh but you take it so well, soaking my fingers and I haven't even slipped them inside your tight cunt yet, sweetheart." Nicolas pinched your clit before slipping his fingers further down into your folds, gathering your juices with a lewd wet noise.
Your body quivered as his words and actions pushed you further into the depths of your fantasies. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pinched your clit, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Your hair fell around your face again, shielding your expression as you continued to pretend to be overwhelmed.
Your heart pounded in your chest as his fingers slipped down into your folds, eliciting a guttural moan from your throat. Your hips instinctively arched towards his touch, your body betraying your facade of innocence as your masochistic desires took hold.
You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you struggled to maintain your submissive act. Your mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and anticipation, inner desires clashing with the image you were portraying, creating a delicious blend of tension and arousal.
Nicolas pulled his fingers away and brought them to your mouth, "Clean me off sweetheart." His free hand unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pressing himself against your back to ensure you felt everything.
Your breath was ragged as Nicolas pulled his fingers away from you, leaving you craving for more. You glanced up at him with feigned innocence, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and submission.
As he brought his fingers to your mouth, you obediently parted your lips, your tongue darting out to taste your own essence. You moaned softly, the lewdness of the act sending shivers down your spine.
Your hair framed your flushed face as you continued to suck his fingers clean, your body trembling with anticipation as his hand moved to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
With a breathless whimper, you looked up at him, your eyes glinting with a blend of submission and longing, ready to fulfill his every desire as you maintained the pretense of being the innocent girl he believed you to be.
"Good girl. You deserve a reward, I'm going to stretch out your tight hole until you can't walk or talk." Nicolas grunted and slid his cock against your folds, getting it wet. As he gripped your hips tightly.
Your heart raced as his words painted vivid images in your mind, igniting your deepest desires. Your breath hitched in your throat as Nicolas pressed his cock against your folds, the wetness from your own arousal coating his length.
You let out a soft, feigned whimper, your eyes half-lidded as you pretended to be overwhelmed by the sensations. Your hair cascaded around you as you leaned into his touch, your body reacting instinctively to his advances.
Your hands clenched into fists, your nails digging into your palms as you fought to maintain your facade of submission and innocence. Your masochistic cravings and your desire to please warred within you, creating a heady mixture of anticipation and arousal that left you trembling.
Nicolas quickly lifted your legs, holding them up and pressing you down onto the armrest. He fucked into you roughly, a wet squelching noise echoed around the living room. "You're tight, but something about how you're gripping me and moaning like a slut says you've done this before." He muttered and groaned lowly as he fucked into you, thrusting lowly at first.
Your breath caught in your throat as he swiftly lifted your legs and positioned you, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. You let out a gasping moan as Nicolas penetrated you roughly, the sensation of his cock sliding into your tight warmth sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
You arched your back, your fingers gripping the edges of the armrest as you pretended to be overwhelmed by his forceful advances. Your moans grew louder, echoing in the room as you allowed yourself to surrender to the pleasure, all while keeping up your innocent facade.
You continued to moan, inner desires and your submission colliding in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Your hips moved in rhythm with his, your body responding instinctively even as you maintained your pretense of being a naive girl experiencing this for the first time.
Nicolas grunted and continued fucking you, finally letting your legs drop as he lifted you by your underarms. "You're like a little puppet, you were made for this weren't you sweetheart? To take cock like some dirty whore, shush don't answer that." Nicolas groaned and leaned so he could whisper into your ear. "The way you're moaning and whimpering just answers it all, we've barely even started."
Your body trembled with each powerful thrust, your moans growing more urgent and unrestrained. The sensation of being lifted by your underarms only intensified your feelings of vulnerability and desire, your mind a whirlwind of pleasure and submission.
As Nicolas continued to fuck you, you bit your lip to stifle your cries. You let out a soft whimper, your eyes half-lidded as you feigned submission, inner masochistic cravings taking hold.
Your chest heaved with each breath, your heart pounding in rhythm with his movements. The blend of pain and pleasure, submission and desire, surged within, creating a heady concoction that left you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
"None of that. You wanna act like a whore then you can sound like one too." Nicolas used one arm to hold you up, crossed around your upper chest as he pulled you backwards and kept your back pinned to his chest. Then used his free hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to open it.
"Good girl, now everyone can hear how much of a filthy desperate whore you are." Nicolas cooed mockingly as his hips moved faster, he held you tightly against his chest.
Your breath hitched as Nicolas' arm wrapped around your chest, pinning you against his chest as his forceful grip held you in place. You let out a soft whimper, your body quivering with a mixture of anticipation and arousal.
You felt his fingers pressing into your mouth, your lips parting obediently to accommodate them. You sucked on them, your eyes glinting with a blend of desire and obedience. Your hair fell around your face, shielding you from view once more.
Your moans grew louder, each one a mixture of pleasure and acquiescence, your body responding to his every touch and command. The sensations of being held against Nicolas and being forced to let everyone around his house know how much you enjoyed him fucking you, only heightened the whirlwind of emotions within, driving you closer to the precipice of release.
Nicolas fucked you rougher and harder, until he saw a bulge on your stomach. He laughed and pulled his fingers out your mouth, then used those fingers to rub your clit. "There's a good whore, close? You wanna cum around me cock? Beg for it. Come on sweetheart." Nicolas mockingly spoke, his fingers rubbing your clit cruelly, not enough yet too much at the same time.
Your body tensed as his rough and forceful thrusts pushed you towards the edge of pleasure. Your moans grew more urgent and desperate.
You felt him yank your hair and pull you back so you were on full display, unable to hide your flushed face, your body trembling with each movement. The sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit only added fuel to the fire, driving you closer to the brink.
With a breathless whimper, you opened your eyes to look at Nicolas, your gaze filled with need and desire. Your lips parted as if to speak, but all that came out were a series of gasping moans.
Your heart raced, and your body tightened around his cock, the bulge on your stomach growing more pronounced as your pleasure escalated. You were teetering on the edge, your desire to fulfill his every wish driving you to the brink of ecstasy.
"Can't talk? Ha! Then again I did say I'd fuck you till you couldn't so I guess you can cum." Each of his words was punctuated by a thrust that hit your womb every time, until Nicolas finally felt you clenching around him and he grinned.
He fucked up into you before finally spilling inside you, Nicolas felt your hole twitching around him as your stomach bulged a bit from his cum and cock.
Your body convulsed with pleasure as his words and actions brought you closer to the edge. Your moans grew in volume and intensity, a symphony of desire and desperation filling the room. You clung to the armrest, your hair cascading around your face as you approached your climax.
The rhythmic thrusts, each one punctuated by his words, drove you closer and closer to the precipice. Your inner masochistic cravings and willingness to play into his desires pushed you to the brink, your senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your mind and body.
Your eyes rolled back as you succumbed to the pleasure, your body clenching around his cock as your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Your moans reached a crescendo, a blend of longing and release that filled the air.
As he spilled inside you, you let out a soft gasping cry, your body trembling as you felt his warmth filling you. Your stomach bulged slightly from the weight of his release, a physical reminder of the intensity of the moment.
Breathing heavily, you remained in position, your body still quivering as you navigated the aftermath of the intense experience.
"Good girl." Nicolas pulled out, ignoring the combined releases that spilled out your pussy as he grunted and moved to kneel on the couch and held your chin, so your face was directly before his cock.
"Clean me up now sweetheart." He cooed softly and pet your hair, soothingly.
Your body felt weak and heavy as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling a mixture of pleasure and emptiness. You took a moment to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly.
Before you could fully comprehend the situation, he had lifted your face up, your face positioned directly in front of his cock. Your eyes widened, your heart racing as you looked at Nicolas, a blend of desire and understanding in your gaze.
With a mixture of anticipation and obedience, you obediently parted your lips, your tongue darting out to clean his cock.
Your body trembled slightly as you cleaned his cock, sucking on his cock as you whimpered and moaned softly. "Mhmph!" He lazily fucked your mouth as you cleaned him off, he never let you properly catch your breath, keeping your mouth and face firmly pressed into his pelvis.
Your body was still sensitive from the intense experience, but you continued diligently. Your breaths came in short gasps as he lazily thrust into your mouth, never allowing you a moment to fully recover.
Your eyes glistened with tears as you looked up at him, your hair cascading around your flushed face. You continued to obediently clean him off, your tongue flicking and lapping at his length.
Despite the overwhelming sensations and the strain on your body, you remained committed, pushing through the haze of pleasure and discomfort to fulfill his desires.
Finally he let you rest, carrying you to the couch and letting you catch a breath.
He tucked himself back into his pants and lit up a cigar. "You need a ride home. You can't walk around full of cum or looking like you got screwed to heaven and hell then back again."
Your body felt weak and spent as he finally allowed you to rest. You let out a ragged breath, your chest heaving as you struggled to regain your composure. Your hair was a disheveled mess around your face, and your eyes were half-lidded with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.
As Nicolas carried you to the couch, you lay there, your body trembling slightly from the aftermath of the intense encounter. You watched him as he tucked himself back into his pants and lit up a cigar, your eyes tracing his movements with a mixture of curiosity and longing. His words about needing a ride home barely registered as you continued to stare at him with fucked out eyes.
"Sweetheart, you listening to me or are you still too fucked out to pay attention?"
Your eyes blinked as you registered his words, your mind slowly emerging from the haze of pleasure. You managed to give a small nod, your hair falling around your face as you pushed yourself up on the couch, your body still tingling from the encounter.
"Yes, I'm listening," you murmured softly, your voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. Your body still bore the marks of Nicolas' actions, but you felt good. It hurt in the best way possible. You felt his cum drip down your inner thighs and blushed again.
"Alright. Let's get you cleaned up then." Nicolas picked you up again and carried you to his bathroom, he shoved it open and set you on the counter. Nicolas started up a bath before looking up at you.
"Hm… your stomach is still bulging." He mumbled softly before he pushed slightly on it and immediately his cum leaked out of you. You whimpered softly and moaned, clenching your thighs together trying to stop it, blushing. "Mhmp! P-please don't d-do that sir- ah! S-sensitive!"
Your body was still weak and pliant as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. You allowed yourself to be placed on the counter, your eyes watching his movements with a hint of curiosity.
As he started up the bath, you continued to watch him, your thoughts and emotions carefully hidden behind your obedient facade. Your eyes widened slightly as he commented on your stomach, and you let out a soft gasp as Nicolas pushed on it, causing his cum to leak out of you.
You let out a small whimper, your body still sensitive from the intense encounter.
"Speak sweetheart." He grunted as he turned the water off and undressed you completely, adding in soothing oils and such to the bath.
Your eyes flickered up to meet his as he grunted that command. You let out a small, breathy sigh, your hair falling over your bare shoulders as you gathered your thoughts.
"I-I'm here," you replied softly, your voice carrying a blend of compliance and innocence. As Nicolas turned the water off and started to undress you, you allowed yourself to be stripped, your body still bearing the marks of your encounter.
You kept your gaze lowered, feigning shyness as you followed his lead as he guided you through the motions. Nicolas set you in the tub, gently washing you up. "You can't go around seducing people. Why you're lucky I brought you home, most men would've taken you then dropped you off in a dumpster." He muttered softly, gently massaging the spots he knew were sore.
Your body relaxed slightly as he set you in the tub, the warm water and oils soothing your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh of contentment as he started to wash you up, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the intensity of his previous actions.
Your eyes met his own briefly, gratitude in your gaze. You listened to his words, your innocent demeanor still firmly in place as you nodded in agreement.
"I… I know, sir," you murmured softly, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I'm… I'm sorry for my behavior." Your hair clung to your wet skin, framing your face as you looked at him.
Nicolas washed your hair and then got to work cleaning your body up. "Hm, good. Now, sit still so I can wash you right." He murmured and continued to wash you up, gently washing between your thighs.
Your body relaxed further as Nicolas washed your hair, the sensation of his hands running through your locks soothing you. You closed your eyes briefly, allowing yourself to savor the moment of care and attention.
As he continued to clean your body, you followed his instructions, sitting still and allowing him to wash you with a mix of obedience and gratitude. Your body tingled from the gentle touch, and you continued to maintain your innocent demeanor as you looked at him with a soft expression.
"Yes, sir," you replied softly, your voice a blend of compliance and shyness as you held yourself still, ready to follow his lead.
Afterwards, Nicolas immediately wrapped you up in a fluffy towel cooing softly as you laid in bed together, rubbing your legs and thighs. "How was it sweetheart? I wasn't too mean right? Not too rough? Are you feeling okay sweetie? My heart?" He murmured softly and kissed every inch of your skin.
You hummed happily, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm okay, thanks Saint, it felt good." You squeaked out blushing softly at his overbearing ways of checking in on you. You giggled and laid on top of him happily sighing, burying your face in his neck.
“Wait- who is watching Henry?” You asked softly, peering up at him curiously, you knew he hated leaving his grandson in anyone's care. Nicolas groaned and held you against his chest, burying his nose into your hair.
“I left him with the neighbor, called in a favor, he's fine, probably tearing up the poor son of a bitches house as we speak.”
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Yandere! Sugar daddy x "pure"! Reader
EEEEEEEEE Time to write my baby, the fruit of my dark rofan loins (jk) Basically, this yandere is my first yandere OC and when I gave life (lol) to him in Char/ai yesterday, I just knew he had to be next.
Also, I contemplated what title to give him since he's also a mafia boss, but I decided to go with Sugar daddy since it's the most integral part of his story.
Also, "pure" just means that you dress light, really. But in Rowan's eyes, you were like an angel, a pure being that he needs to taint (oops spoiler)
Yandere! Sugar daddy name: Rowan Silas (Yes, he even has a last name)
notes: Rowan is not old, OLD. He's not a Dilf/Gilf level sugar daddy. In his lore with my other OC (his love interest), he's older by five years. Also, reader has a womb, due to mentions of pregnancy (why did I do this pregnancy shit twice? Dunno really.)
TW: noncon pregnancy, trackers, nsfw stuff
ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3 (I don't even know if people will request but LOL just in case.)
The man only knew pain and crime all his life.
He never experienced anything good, apart from gunning down his enemies alive if that even means the same as what people deem as "good".
His life of crime was because of his adoptive father, who picked him up from the slums to become one of his personnel.
He was only seven by then. But his hands stained with blood as he killed the other kid who drowned his precious pet kitten in the lake. That's where his father knew that Rowan is not normal.
I mean, who would sport a smile while choking his fellow kid alive?
All Rowan said was "He deserved it though."
"He took what's precious from me."
That was enough to make his father set him straight to become the heir of the mafia family.
He grew up battered and bruised yet the vices he only knew is his smoking from his precious churchwarden pipe, and violence.
He told his father that it was enough for him.
Yet his body raged on, wanting more and more as greed consumed him for more.
Yes, he's a greedy man who wants more.
After all, he had nothing, then had one precious thing, then lost that thing. And then, when he eliminated the person who stole his precious thing, he got everything.
Did that make sense? To Rowan, it didn't.
He already got everything, but why does he want more?
So with a clean shot to the head, he killed his father and immediately inherited the family.
Now, he can spend the money and the resources as much as he wants. So he did. He went to casinos, brothels, luxury hotels and cruises. Everything he thinks that he needs.
But he still wants more. He still needs more.
And by god, he did get more.
He bumped into you one day, with you in your soft outfit of creams and pastels. Your pure, clean eyes made his heart skip a beat as you said sorry to him.
His greed triggered.
He wanted you so bad.
When he learned you needed a job when he saw your folder filled with resumes, he felt like he won the lottery.
"How about becoming my sugar baby? Don't worry, I won't ask anything. Much."
And as your cute figure pondered what to do, he smirked. You, in the middle of his dim office, in light clothing and an innocent face, was such a contrast in the dark office filled with his smoke from his beloved churchwarden pipe. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and he liked it.
He loved it.
And as your lips dropped the answer he wanted to hear, he shivered and gave you a lopsided smile.
"Good. Now, what do you want, love?"
Rowan sat down on his office chair, he cracked his neck and sighed.
He was bone tired. He just finished a cartel mission that he himself as the boss had to interfere. It was annoying because it was due to his incompetent new recruits.
At least they're sleeping with the "fishies", as what you call the finned sea creatures.
He grabbed something from his pocket and brought it up to his face. It was an intricate jeweled choker with a lot of rose gold arcs, jewels that match your eyes, and a diamond encrusted opal centerpiece.
He imagined you wearing it. Wrapping the choker on your neck himself, seeing your eyes flash in wonder and amazement. He imagined you also getting shy and saying that it was too expensive, and him saying that it was okay, and he wanted to give you this entirely by his own volition. And he got excited.
...In one way or another.
He chuckled and shook his head, swinging on his swivel chair as he dialed your number.
After two rings, you picked up.
"Love, come here. I got a gift for you."
You whined, getting shy again. He chuckled.
"You know what I say, I don't want to hear you say no. So come here now."
So you did.
Once you got there, he smiled and kissed your lips softly, bringing you close to him by your waist and lifting you up easily with his tatted arms.
"Come, I'll give you the present myself."
You got curious naturally.
He settled you in front of the floor length mirror which also saw... Much more intimate and sensual things you both did other than this gift giving thing he's doing.
Rowan slowly grabbed your hair and raised it, making you shiver with goosebumps from the action. He smirked, seeing you so flustered from the simple act of him grabbing your hair.
Well, that, and he also liked to grab your hair a lot while fucking you senselessly. There's that too.
You closed your eyes when he told you too, and you felt the familiar cold sensation of jewelry resting on your neck. But this time, it hugged it, making you open your eyes. It was the beautiful choker he was admiring earlier.
"Do you love it?" Rowan asked, looking at you through the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded enthusiastically and said yes. He smirked.
This was the first time you didn't say to take the gift back with such a flustered apprehensive look. You're starting to get greedy.
He loved that. A lot.
"Now, how about you kiss me in return, hmm?" You rolled your eyes and gently kissed him. You know this day is not just going to end in a kiss.
But you didn't mind.
And he knows that.
You went home that day with Rowan driving you. He gave you more gifts that you shyly accepted once more, making Rowan shiver in glee. Again, you didn't reject them at all.
You're slowly getting tainted by his greediness.
And hopefully, you will be greedy enough to bring up your relationship to him, and tell him that you wanted more to this.
That you wanted his love.
Oh, he trembles at the thought.
It's not a question of if, but when, after all.
But now, he's just slowly moving forward with your relationship. Slow and steady wins the race, after all. Despite him living such a fast paced life, he knows he's patient enough to wait for you.
But if you backtracked and got out of his tight grasp...
Let's just say that the tracker he planted on your laptop, your phone, and now your precious choker will help him find you if you ran away.
You were the light to his dark, dreary life.
He'll be crazy enough to let you go.
And he's already crazy about you.
That's why he's making you addicted to him also. Showering you with gifts and love. Praising your body, worshipping it, pleasing it until you reach the heavens like the angel you are.
And if you still didn't want him... Let's just say the condoms with holes in them that he himself poked will do the trick.
It was a dirty tactic. But who cares? He's a mafia boss for god's sake. Dirty tactics aren't new to him.
And if you still somehow didn't end up pregnant and got to run away, he'll use his influence to find you.
You got no escape.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
You were his love. His greed.
With a drag of his churchwarden pipe, he drove off to plan your wedding.
You were going to be his after all.
No matter what.
I don't know if I did my baby Rowan justice i'm going crazY FUCK.
Can you guys tell I have favoritism? Because I do LOL
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(all reader-inserts)
EDIT: leon is the teacher. my dumbass did not make that clear
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i’m imagining yandere!gilf sharing embarrassing stories of dominic when he was a kid or showing baby picture of him to darling, much to the dismay of dominic who has always built up this cool and touch facade. it’s really funny to me thinking of the internal panic that dominic while knowing he can’t do anything to stop it
Yeeeeees, this would absolutely send Dominic spiralling. This perfect veneer he's cultivated for himself reduced to atoms by the very man who'd taught him how to do it. Sure, Dominic will have words with his father later on - especially after he caught the older man regarding you with a glint in his eye; the very same as Dominic's whenever you're alone - but how can a manipulator win against a manipulator ?
That, my dear, is between a dilapidated man and his broken son. You may be lucky enough to see fragments of their war the following morning at breakfast, the embarrassment of his childhood taking a backseat to Dominic's seething, poisonous fury. Dominic will, 100%, be much more adamant you steer clear of his father after that, keeping you tethered to his side for the duration of your visit.
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In my head I'm picturing yandere gilf as Victor Chevalier from tekken 8
You're so right for this, my Sweet <3
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IM READY BABES, IVE BEEN PUMPED UP AND READY FOR EM GILF HEADCANNONS SINCE YOU ANNOUNCED A WEEK AGO THAT YOU GON BE DROPPIN EM
IM ESPECIALLY READY FOR THAT BOT WHENEVER IT COMES OUT (if you do do it)
THANK YOU FOR YOUR ENTHUSIASM, MY SWEET <3 ! I AM INDEED CREATING A YANDERE GILF AI, WHICH WILL BE AVAILABLE SOMETIME WITHIN THE NEXT TWO WEEKS ^^
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OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE TELL ME YOURE GONNA MAKE A YANDERE!GILF BOT
IF MY GRACIOUS FOLLOWERS REQUEST IT, I SHALL DO IT <3
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Note: hello!! First post hehe, hope you guys like getting to know my oc! I'll be posting a short fic of him soon!
Church - Fall Out Boy
Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love You were doomed but just enough You were doomed but just enough
Name: Nicolas "Saint" Dryden
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 55
Occupation: Retired Colonel
Appearance: Nicolas stands at an intimidating height of 6'4 with a large physique and broad shoulders and back. He has multiple scars and a few tattoos, most notable ones being the large and jagged slash running across his back from a mission gone wrong. The most notable tattoo is the cross he has on the right side of his body. Nicolas is fair skinned and has a beard, which is well kept and groomed. He has dark and intense brown eyes that seem to pierce right into the person he is staring at. He has inky brown hair that is also well kept and groomed, he likes to keep it fairly short due to his time in the military.
Personality: Cunning + Caring to those he's close to + A family man + Protective + Loyal + Rough + Blunt + Charming + Gruff + Smart + Aggressive + Extravagant + Secretive + Manipulative + Obsessive + Yandere
Interests: his firebrand + Military movies + Whiskey + Hunting + Spoiling his firebrand + his pet dog Daisy + woodworking + carving + cooking + carving
Loves: Making his firebrand happy + Pampering his firebrand + manhandling his firebrand + making or buying his firebrand gifts + seeing his firebrand wear the marks he left on them + dogs + camping + chasing his firebrand through the woods
Dislikes: seeing his firebrand try to escape + his firebrand crying (unless it's from the pure pleasure he's giving them or because they're choking on his cock) + wanderers who manage to find his home which is secluded in the woods
Description: was the commanding officer at the base their darling was stationed at as a daycare teacher + very protective of their darling + loves to keep a hand on his firebrand both sexually and in a non sexual way + Very sexually pent up + Very manipulative + Cunning + very possessive + will use whatever means necessary to keep his firebrand with him + is not above using his grandson to keep his darling with him.
Fetish: Hearing his darling moan + Making his darling cum + Edging his darling + Praising his darling + darling being submissive + Spanking his darling + Light asphyxiation + Degrading his darling + Humiliating his darling + Making his darling beg. + Fucking his darling on the forest floor + primal play + breeding + creampies
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hiii!! writing three wips atm that have a decent amount done...
#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy smut#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy smut#leon kennedy x reader
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♡♡ Todoroki Degens Masterlist ♡♡
A compilation of all my Todoroki incest focused content!
Enji Todoroki
Fics
take me by the hand (tell me it’ll be okay) (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, not quite choking but kinda choking, oral, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampies) 2.3k wc
wind down (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, somft Enji, finger sucking, fingering, oral, cock warming, somnophilia (kinda) 942 wc
Crop Top (Endeavor x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, humiliation and degradation, possessive behavior, creampies, and Enji being a horny old dick over his daughter’s clothing choices) 1.9k wc
midnight (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, angst/no happy ending) 2.6k wc
sweet damnation (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, a touch of misogyny, feelings of shame, tw dubcon (kinda), size kink) 5.4k wc
it’s not a party without some tears (Enji x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw drinking, tw dubcon/noncon, tw angst, tw violence, tw toxic relationships, possessive behavior) 1.2k wc
embers (burning for you) (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw drugs, masturbation, tw incest, all characters are aged up, scent kink (kinda), rough sex, lite humiliation, daddy kink) 2.3k wc
burning, burning, burning (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest; a/b/o; tw noncon; tw dubcon/noncon; tw breeding kink; knots; violence as in rough handling, clothes being burnt off, etc; mindbreak) 3.4k wc
Thirsts/Rambles
Papa Enji scolding Little One thirst/ramble (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, sex toys (mentioned, not used), feelings of shame and humiliation, anxiety)
“cuddle time” with Papa Enji thirst/ramble (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw dubcon/noncon, tw grooming, tw toxic environments, oral, fingering, thigh fucking, tw angst)
Enji with an adoring little daughter-wife (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, blowjobs, a touch of somft)
Somft times with Enji sucking his daughter’s tits (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, an abundance of Somft)
Enji taking care of his lil one during her heat (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, a/b/o dynamics, tw breeding kink)
Dirty old buck Papa Enji thirst (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest)
Sweet Papa Enji and his little one in the kitchen ask (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, no smut!)
Rough doggy style thirst ask (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, breeding kink, rough sex)
Cockwarming daddy Enji while he winds down from work drabble/musing (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, ass eating, blowjobs, cockwarming)
Sleepy after work cockwarming with daddy Enji (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw: incest, cockwarming)
Sofmt Papa Enji and leetle keeses (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest)
Quarterback!Enji and lil seester (Enji x Sister!Reader; tw incest, cheating)
Enji and his daughter in the kitchen wearing an apron (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, breeding kink)
Gilf!Enji thirst (tw incest but not, like, Explicit incest)
Natsuo Todoroki
Fics
Indulgence (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, but like...nothing happens, incestuous thoughts/desires, a smidge of praise kink, head scritches, guilt and denial of feelings, just a bit of somft, it’s reader’s turn to long after their sibling)
Coming Home (Natsuo X Sister!Reader; tw incest- though it doesn’t get explicit, manipulation, drinking)
Laundry Day (Natsuo x Older!Sister!Reader; tw incest, panty kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, masturbation)
Thirsts/Rambles
Natsuo shamed by lil sis + foot job (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, footjob, shaming natsuo)
Natsuo and sister relaxing in bed + tiddy sucking (tw incest, tiddy suckin’)
Rugby!Player Natsuo with lil sis (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest; blowjobs, sweaty Natsuo being gross)
Natsuo drunkenly eating out his leetle seester (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw noncon, pussy eating, innocent reader dealing with Shameful and Confusing Feelings)
Natsuo stickin’ his dick in his little sister’s mouth while she’s asleep musing (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, noncon, blowjobs…kind of?, somnophilia)
Dentist!Natsuo with a lil sis who keeps eating sweets (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest)
Natsuo’s little sister surprising him with her college acceptance letter (no ship but you can read it as Natsuo x Reader if you want!; no warnings needed! just somft and loving siblings!)
Touya Todoroki/Dabi
Fics
Pit Stop (Touya Todoroki x Sister!Reader; tw incest, watersports, forced piss swallowing, exhibitionism, blowjobs, cum swallowing, humiliation, crying/crybaby!reader, noncon/dubcon, nonconsensual video taking, mean mean mean big brother Touya)
What’s mine is mine (Dabi x Sister!Reader; Keigo, Jin, and Tenko; tw incest, tw breeding kink, scumbag squad, drugs and drinking, possessive behavior)
Thirsts/Rambles
Touya spying on his little sister (Dabi x Sister!Reader; tw incest, voyeurism, masturbation, some misogyny, uhhh idk what to call it but reader’s friend feeling her up)
Dabi accidentally fucking his lil hero sis (Dabi x Sister!Reader; tw incest, mean horrible Dabi, yandere!Dabi at the end)
Fuyumi Todoroki
Mini Fuyumi-nee somft fingering thirst (tw incest)
Mini sucking Fuyumi-nee’s tiddy thirst (tw incest; masturbation)
Sleepily nursing Fuyumi-nee while she touches herself (tw incest, nursing, masturbation)
Rei Todoroki
Rei Somno Thirst (Rei x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw noncon, tw somno, oral, fingering)
Shoto Todoroki
Shoto-nii grooming his lil sis ramble/thirst (Shoto x Sister!Reader; tw incest, tw dubcon, yandere, tw grooming, tw possessive behavior)
More than one Todoroki
Fics
Belonging (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, mentions of being roughly handled by your big bros while daddy was away u.u)
for shame (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, feelings of shame and humiliation, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding/pregnancy talk) 1k voice recording celebration
Thirsts/Rambles
Enji being possessive over his lil gurl during her heat (Enji x Daughter!Reader ft. Touya and Natsuo; tw incest, a/b/o dynamics)
Papa Enji giving his little one a tummy bulge while Touya-nii and Natsuo-nii watch (Enji x Daughter!Reader; tags/warnings: incest, belly bulges, breeding kink, voyeurism, cucking (i guess), drooling, (sighs) ahego i guess)
Fuckboi!Natsuo drabble (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Enji Todoroki x Daughter!Reader; tw: incest, drinking and drugs, fuckboy behavior, Natsuo being a stupid petty little brat and inevitably fucking himself over) pt 2 here
Natsuo suckin’ on his lil sis’s tiddies and making Enji jealous (Natsuo x Sister!Reader; tw incest, fingering, voyeurism/exhibitionism)
Rei showing her little one how to please Enji mini thirst/musing (Enji x Reader, Rei x Reader, Enji x Rei x Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink)
Baby sis getting taken advantage of by big bros Natsuo and Touya musing (tw: incest; manipulation; breeding)
Lewd Mini Todoroki Degens musing (tw incest)
Gilf!Enji fucking his granddaughter while a jealous Natsuo watches (Natsuo x Daughter!Reader; Enji x Granddaughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, possessive thoughts and behavior, voyeurism, unintentional cucking)
Family cumdump getting fucked by Natsuo-nii and then pleasing Mama (Natsuo x Sister!Reader, Rei x Daughter!Reader; tw incest, tw breeding kink, fucked up family dynamics, oral)
Peeping Tom Daughter (Enji x Daughter!Reader x Rei; tw incest, exhibitionism, voyeurism, tw dubcon)
Touya + Reader + Natsuo mini-thirst/ramble (Touya x Reader x Natsuo; tw incest, dom/sub dynamics, oral)
Touya cucking Natsuo thirst/ramble (Natsuo x Sister!Reader x Touya; tw incest, tw cucking, humiliation, tw breeding kink, creampie eating)
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