[millyondollarpussy]

🕯️ YANDERE BLOG RULES 🕯️

by MillyonDollarpussy

Welcome to my yandere menagerie. This is not your average patriarchy pillared “Big Dom Daddy” fantasy page or abuse labeled as “romance” (he does NOT like you sister gurl) this is heightened, romantic, obsessive, crazed fantasy vault for the women with an acquired palette. That said, here’s how we do things in my temple:

❌ NO CHEATING

If your little man is cheating, he’s not yandere, he’s just a man. A true yandere is obsessed, loyal, faithful, and pathologically unable to love anyone but you. You are his first, last, and only. If you breathe near someone else, he panics. If he breathes near someone else, he cries and self-flagellates. Cheating doesn't happen here. Don’t ask.

💸 NO BROKE ENERGY

We are not romanticizing broke, crusty men who live in the walls(for free) and ask for a ride. This is a manifestation-positive zone. We do avalanches of abundance. Obsession and luxury are not mutually exclusive. Your yandere should be able to fund your business, buy you land, and cry on a private jet.

Jeff Bezos.

Also I refuse to do broke reader because I will not perpetuate a fantasy of lack. Get your identity up Queen. You have the audacity to read about men who want to do a blood pact on a crescent moon. Get your licks up.

🚫 NO CEST / NO EXTREME DARK CONTENT

This blog does not entertain incest, abuse, or exploitation. And I do not write about EDs, SA, SH, depression, or trauma porn. This is not that space. I’m here to feed the girlies who want a fantasy, not relive their worst moments. Take that ish to Twitter. I also have no experience.

⚖️ AGE GAPS: YES, WITH BOUNDARIES(No Diddy here)

Will I write about age gaps? Yes. But never involving characters younger than 18. Ever. Unless it’s platonic. If you’re a teen just… age yourself up. Think older reclusive heir falls for the radiant, chaotic rich girl-in-training. Daddy warbucks and bad bitch young blud. Not creepy adult preying on a child. Let's be for real.

💕 “HEALTHY” YANDERE ONLY

(Nothing I write is healthy but I will not write misogyny disguised)

We do love-based obsession here. Not the "I’ll chain you up because I hate women and feel entitled to you because you’re beneath me" mess. If there isn’t adoration, worship, pathetic devotion, and willingness to slit his own throat because you didn’t text back(but not in threatening way)…I don’t want it.

Give me the guy who will kiss your feet and say, “I’ll die if you don’t marry me. I will do anything for you.”

A man who will lock his cock away for you type shit.

This is the altar of unhinged women. We’re feeding the hoes well.

🖋️ REQUESTS I write for characters who fit the vibe:

Obsessive

Worshipful

Emotionally intense

Pathetic

Submissive preferably(I do write fics sometimes)

If you request something bland I will politely ignore it and go back to writing about someone whispering marriage proposals while sobbing into your cunt.

I’m not a vending machine. Requests are not guaranteed. But if you offer a soul, a lock of hair, or a particularly feral idea, you may be blessed. Writers need input too. Yuhhhh get into it in the inboxes.

CNC is on the table 🤪.

This blog is for worshipful yandere fantasies, meaning:

Yes, he’s insane

Yes, he’d commit arson for you(and murder)

But you are always safe in the fantasy There’s a difference between dark love and real-life danger. This space is for safe obsession, not romanticizing actual abuse. But let’s let these freak flags fly!

I will write dark stuff just don’t ask me to right objectively wrong things-

✨ MANIFESTATION-FRIENDLY UNIVERSE

This is a high-frequency blog. We love our yanderes rich, romantic, possessive, and deeply obsessed. No scrubs. No emotionally constipated men. No trauma-dumping. Only:

“I built you a house in the woods”

“Everyone thinks I’m quiet but it’s only because I’m scared I’ll say too much ”

“If you die, I die” type beat

“I would rather die than touch another woman”

“ if you die before me I’ll fall to the cradle”

Thanks Pookies, Enjoy-

Also note: I’m a full time student and CEO of startups while managing social media platforms so I’m busy- and I have a life so I’m not on here as much as I was when I was 12. Thx. 💋

[millyondollarpussy]

GIRLLL ID JS LIKE TO SAYY UR WRITING IS AMAZING OMGG- FINALLY a writer who doesn’t write dominant Yanderes! & I love how u write the readers like yes- we aren’t some unconfident, insecure girl (nothing wrong w that) we’re an actual strong woman I LOVE ITT🥹

THANK YOU MUFFIN.

Yes, I was so tired of the worn out dominant daddy yandere x meek submissive misfortuned painfully insecure reader who hates herself and that’s basically the reason the yandere preyed on her because she was the perfect victim. It’s like no worship me or die. I don’t see the point in fantasizing about being a loser. It’s one thing to seek comfort because we as people have problems it’s another thing to perpetuate the identity through fantasy constantly to rationalize and justify it.

Anyway, love love love strong independent sexy women who love themselves and men who love her even more crazily.

[millyondollarpussy]

How about a yandere cult? Walk with me. One yandere man is one thing but how about ONE HUNDRED? An army of desperate men who will do whatever you want whenever you want at the drop of a dime? An absolute dream.

Im literally in the process of writing a cult leader HCS fic when you submitted this lol so stay tuned for that as well.

⛧⋆˚࿔⋆YANDERE CULT⛧⋆˚࿔⋆

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yandere worshippers x idol!Deity!Darling

It started with one, then four, then fifteen, then forty-five, and now you have exactly ninety-seven men spread out across the globe who are within a devoted cult dedicated to you.

You have other followers, but these men are the select few who would do anything for you.

They revere the mother goddess that resides within you, they see some string of divinity weaving itself through every fiber of your being, and they feel the need to be interwoven within your reality.

They all send you gifts that arrive all the days of the week. Flowers on flowers, jewelry, asset certificates, ledgers with etfs and stock, cash sent in gift boxes, handwritten letters, vacation offers, blackmail material.

The ones who live close to each ther will have routine group meetups, like for drug addicts except you are the drug and topic of discussion, conversations along the lines of, "well if we worked together im sure one of us could potentially be worthy..."

In the cult, there are ranks, the format and tiers inspired by the grand woman herself, Ninon de Lenclos(real woman look her up), and the tiers are: payeurs (payers), martyrs (the hopeless suitors), and favoris or caprices (favorites or momentary whims), the payeurs and the martyrs. Its so fitting. There are so many different men to choose from and all serve a purpose,

They have an online forum, and they all message each other about the reverence of women and how you are the guiding light the world has needed for millennia. You are the prophetess. And their actions are guided by the belief that women are your maidens and that it is their job to eradicate the filth and scum that are the men who don't see your light.

They doxx men they have decided aren't worthy of being in a world where women reside. Abusers, users, convicts, felons, predators. They plan in advance, they can't get caught. Who else would fulfill the will of their goddess and spread their faith to the other worthy vessels of your divine message and purpose?

They all have face cards of you like a K-pop idol, and they trade them to see who has the best one. They have their own lore for them like if someone has a better one, they must be a better devotee, and it makes them competitive.

There are some men of real power in the group, and I can imagine them as a part of some esteemed members' club in the gentlemen's lounge, discussing your businesses and interests. Smoking cigars in suits and tailored button-ups and discussing the probability of your future.

They would do anything for you and will conspire together to make sure that your dreams and the destiny they have created doctrine for, comes to fruition.

[millyondollarpussy]

Submissive househusband?...

⋆‧°⋆˚꩜｡𓏲ּYANDERE HOUSEHUSBAND⋆˚꩜｡

Sub Househusband Yandere x Femdom Darling

✦ He was the ambitious young man, going to the best universities, founding a business that, within a decade or less, grew big enough to sell, and his share was worth north of 8 or 9 figures.

Now I imagine these two ways, choose your favorite:

He says none of it would have been possible without you. You were with him from the building phase, when he hadn't had enterprise value yet, but you saw the value in him and chose to invest your time and love into him, and because of that, he will dedicate the rest of his life and his capital into you.

He met you after he sold, when he felt like he had nothing to live for, nothing to pursue; he could retire happily and never have to do anything again. But the thought of having nothing to chase after, nothing to build towards, is killing him... or at least it was until he met you. Now the only things he wants to do are chase after you and build the rest of his life underneath and alongside yours.

Regardless, this is how it goes.

✦ He doesn't have to worry about building anything else but whatever you tell him to. Whether that's building a greenhouse out back for your edible flowers and rare exotic plants(you both call them yours, he's the one that does all the work), making some elaborate dinner that took six hours in total to prepare, learning how to do interior designing so he can help deisgn and create the perfect home for the both of you and any potential children should you choose to ever grant him such a blessing.

✦ He does florals. He's learning and doing local bougie workshops so that he can learn the language of the flowers and communicate his eternal, fiery, undying love to you by displaying almost morbid arrangements around the house.

✦ Any of his old colleagues who are invited to the house for hosting events always question what he's planning next, "So sport, tell us, what's next for the big time buyout founder?" and he just smiles and either holds some glass of bourbon or whiskey that's more expensive than most people rent and says, "I'm not planning on doing anything any time soon besides being a good husband." And the boys look between themselevs in slight shock, just deciding to laugh it off and pat him on the back.

✦ Now that he doesn't have to spend his days in meetings or Zoom calls, dedicating so many hours of his life to building a business, he devotes his time to being all up in yours.

✦ Always showing up at your office and bringing drinks for your team, swirling around in some chair he stole from the boardroom to be in your office, ranting about whatever new technique he learned to make eggplant or cut some flown-in fish from Japan, "I was thinking of doing a makase dinner at home, I talked to Carla(your global food supplier concierge) and she said she knows someone that can get us some beyond belief tuna. So how does Friday work?..... Baby?"

You're balls deep in some new product mockup, and he's talking about wine pairing and omakase.... god, you love him. He's getting the strap tonight.

Whenever you get home, he always rubs your feet, moisturizing them, kissing them, then when youre snuggled up against him, he tickles your back until you fall asleep.

He gets manicures so that his nails are perfect and aren't scratchy.... For multiple reasons.

Now that he has all the time in the world, he spends the gooning, over you. He sends you videos of himself doing deplorable things to all his holes with the hope that you will come home early and play with your little puppy.

Sometimes you call him back or send him orders, sometimes you leave him on read to build up the need.

Who knows if he will build another company, maybe he will be the next Martha Stewart, but a man, but he will be building a sex dungeon in the basement of the home he is building for you.

[millyondollarpussy]

What Do You Think We'll Break Up For?

Asking your yandere what he thinks you will break up for.

The car is parked in some dark corner of the lot. He’s on his knees in the passenger footwell, his large body strangely configured to fit between the glove box and your pussy, face buried between your thighs, tongue working you with desperate, hungry strokes. Wet, filthy sounds fill the small space as he licks and sucks like he’ll die if he stops.

You keep your face perfectly neutral, breathing steady, one hand loosely resting on the door handle. After a long moment of him moaning into your pussy, you speak in a calm, almost bored tone:

“What do you think we’ll break up for?”

He freezes for half a second, then lets out a wrecked whimper against your clit. His fingers stay buried inside you, slowly pumping, refusing to stop even as he pulls back just enough to answer, voice hoarse and shaking.

“We won’t,” he says immediately, eyes glassy and desperate as he looks up at you. “We’re not breaking up. Ever.”

He leans back in and drags his tongue slowly up your slit, savoring you, before wrapping his lips around your clit again and sucking gently. The contrast between your straight face and his needy, worshipful expression is stark.

You stay composed. “People break up for all kinds of reasons.”

He moans loudly into your cunt, the vibration intense, almost like he’s protesting with his mouth. His fingers curl harder, stroking that perfect spot while his free hand grips your thigh possessively.

“Not us,” he pants between licks, voice cracking. “I won’t let it happen. I’ll do anything… fuck, please just use my face while you say that.” He grinds his tongue flat and broad against your clit, eyes watering with how badly he needs you to feel good. “Don't say thins like that baby- I'm not going anywhere. You can't make me."

He pushes his face deeper, nose rubbing against you as he devours you messily, almost frantically now. His hips are rocking against nothing, cock straining in his jeans, but he doesn’t touch himself. All his focus is on you.

You keep the straight face, even as pleasure builds. “Hm. Maybe we’ll get tired of each other.”

A broken sound escapes him. He shakes his head without pulling away, tongue flicking faster, fingers thrusting deeper.

“Never,” he whimpers right against your pussy. “I’ll never get tired of you. I was made for this. Made to chase you. Made to kneel for you and make you come until you can’t think of stupid shit like breaking up.” His voice cracks again, submissive and pleading but laced with that unshakable conviction. “Please come on my tongue. Please. Let me prove it. I’m never leaving you. Not for anything.”

He sucks hard on your clit, moaning continuously, completely lost in worship while you sit there with a straight face, testing him.

Still debating, but there isnt much debating with a man thats committed to keeping himself attached to you.

[millyondollarpussy]

Girl, I adore you.

You literally carry a niche on your shoulders and do it with pride.

YOU ARE AMAZING DARLING ( 〃▽〃)

AWWWWWWW I appreciate the kind words really.

I was so disheartened(truly) not having any representation(as a biracial girly and a femdom) and that the romance and Yandere community is usually just another excuse for people to fetishize and fantasize about male abuse and entitlement over women’s bodies.

I want reverence, worship, fear of the feminine power. Thanks for being here and stay around 😘

[millyondollarpussy]

Babe you don't have a masterlist?

I do but it’s not pinned or recently updated…. Whoops

[millyondollarpussy]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚SUBBY YANDERE HCS ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

In public, nobody would ever clock him as submissive. Broad shoulders, deep voice, naturally commanding, handles problems before you even hear about them. People probably assume he runs the relationship. Meanwhile, you give him one look across the room and he immediately knows he needs to fix his behavior.

He doesn’t act submissive in a soft, timid way. His submission is almost military. “Understood.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Already handled it.” He genuinely likes having a woman whose expectations are crystal clear.

His masculinity actually gets more intense under female leadership. He wants to be strong because strength makes him more useful to you. He trains. Works. Learns. Builds. Protects. His internal philosophy is basically: If I’m going to belong to a woman like her, I need to be exceptional.

Performative dominance is his favorite little game. Hand on your lower back in public. Pulling out your chair. “Come here.” Guiding you through a crowd. Looking vaguely threatening when another man gets too comfortable. You allow it because you think he’s adorable when he cosplays as the boss. 😭

The second you’re private, there’s a shift. Not necessarily dramatic. The door closes. He takes off his watch. Looks at you. And suddenly: “Was I good?”

He is embarrassingly affected by praise from you. Other people can tell him he’s brilliant, successful, handsome, intimidating—whatever. You quietly saying, “I’m pleased with you,” rearranges his entire week.

Conversely, “I’m disappointed” is nuclear warfare. You barely need punishments. His own brain has already convened a congressional hearing.

He loves rules but pretends he doesn’t. You establish one tiny expectation and three weeks later this man has built an entire personal operating system around it.

He wants permission for things he objectively does not need permission for. Not because he can’t make decisions. He makes decisions all day. That’s precisely the point. With you, he gets to stop being the final authority.

Extremely manly about serving you. He isn’t fluttering around dramatically asking what you need every twelve seconds. Your gas tank is full. Reservation is made. Problem is solved. Heavy thing has been moved. The annoying phone call has been handled. He says nothing.

He doesn't need to ask because he already knows.

Then waits for you to notice. You noticing is everything.

Secretly obsessed with being “your man.” Not a man. Your man. The possessive direction matters immensely to him.

If someone calls him whipped, he gives that slow masculine laugh like they’re ridiculous. “Sure.” Meanwhile, his phone has a private note titled something inconspicuous that is essentially Mila Preferences: Updated Continuously.

Remembers microscopic things. Which lighting makes you feel prettiest. What type of silence means you’re thinking versus irritated. Your preferred water temperature. The exact tone you use when you’re asking versus telling.

He likes when you choose his clothes for important events. He’ll act mildly exasperated—“You don’t trust me to dress myself?”—while standing completely still so you can fix his collar.

Jealous but disciplined. His first instinct is primitive. His second instinct is, She decides what requires my attention. You can almost watch him manually put the beast back in its enclosure. 😭

He gets particularly subby when you’ve been publicly impressive. Watching you command a room? Negotiate? Have everyone hanging on your words? Oh, he’s finished. He’ll be unusually quiet on the drive home because his brain is just that’s my woman that’s my woman that’s my woman on repeat.

Has a complicated relationship with your heels. Specifically the sound of you walking toward him when he knows he’s done something questionable.

He likes being physically bigger than you because the psychological contrast scratches something deep in his brain. The fact that he could appear imposing and yet willingly yields to you? That’s the entire appeal.

Never wants you to diminish yourself to soothe him. Actually becomes irritated if you try. “Don’t do that.” Because he didn’t choose a smaller version of you. He wants the full unbearable, unpunishable woman and considers managing his own ego part of the privilege.

His deepest fantasy isn’t humiliation. It’s devotion with structure. Being known completely, assigned a place beside you, held to a standard, and trusted with the parts of your life you don’t hand to everyone.

And the most devastating part? He probably thinks you’re indulging him by letting him act dominant publicly.

[millyondollarpussy]

I luv ur writing very very very much

I luv your words very very much 🫧💫🫪😂❤️

[millyondollarpussy]

New phone who dis?

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This might come off as weird but by chance are you black? I think I’ve clocked a couple hints in your writing but I wanted to be sure. I’m just happy to have another black girl in the yan writing space and wanted you to know that your stuff gives me a little boost and I see you. If not you can just ignore this. Keep up the good stuff!

I’m mixed. Si si si. Bonnets are included in the fics yessss

I wrote for the girls but especially the girls work kinks and curls

[millyondollarpussy]

This Bitch Has a Blackmail Kink

Pathetic yandere x FDOM Darling

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He loves the fact that you can destroy his life.

All it would take is one post, and his career and livelihood would be over. His name decimated, his family shunned, his history obliterated.

It’s not about humiliation for humiliation’s sake. It’s the terror that you could expose him, yet you never do. The power you have in your perfectly manicured hands, and how you always have the privilege to take control.

It's such a delicious sight. He’s so pretty. Made-up. Plugged. Panties are tight, and his eyes are covered with a silk wrap. On his knees beside your bed, lip gloss still sticky, thighs trembling. And you, beautiful and composed in the silk robe he bought you last week, lean over his pulsing body and whisper in his ear, “I could end you with one click, baby.”

His breath catches. His cock jumps in the lace. He is ready for you to do whatever you want with him.

“Baby, I can destroy you, you know? I’ve got videos of you humping your plushie like a little bitch in heat, whimpering my name with a tail in your ass.” You smile when you feel his breath catch in his throat.

“I’ve got photos of you painted up like a cheap little doll blush too heavy, mouth open, soaked through your panties, and you posed for them, didn’t you?”

He moans and starts grinding his hips against nothing. His neck is collared, and the lead is in your hands, you pull it taut to restrain him.

“You love this. You love that I could send them to your board. To your mother. That I could attach them to your LinkedIn and ruin your perfect little life.”

And he whines

“But I won’t,” you purr, tightening your grip on his leash and tipping his chin up with one manicured finger.

“Because you’re going to be good for me. You’re going to beg me to keep your secrets, aren’t you?”

He nods too fast.

“Yes—yes, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything, I promise—”

“You already do anything. You’re already mine.”

“But I like hearing you squirm. I like knowing you dream about it.”

“Every time I open the folder on my phone labeled ‘Puppy Files’, I know you’re getting hard wherever you are.”

And he is. Always. You could ruin him. Expose him. Break him.

But you never do.

You tease him with the idea. You make him beg to be blackmailed. You make him thank you for keeping your foot on his throat instead of his inbox.

The Folder:

It has:

* Photos of him made up like a little housewife in heat.

* Voice notes of him whimpering “Please don’t tell anyone, mommy…”

* Videos of him humping his toy while crying, “I love you, I love you, please ruin me.”

And sometimes, just for fun, you text him a screenshot.

And he responds immediately:

“Please don’t send it anywhere. Please, mommy, please. I’ll do anything. Just tell me what to do.”

[millyondollarpussy]

Yandere Creep who gets away with it because he's handsomeੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

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⋆˚࿔ He is the biggest creep ever. The kind of creep that would go into your garbage when your noy home and pick out your organic panty liners for discharge and period pads for his collection. Joe Goldberg style- keeps them in a Ziploc bag in the bottom shelf of his freezer to preserve them.

⋆˚࿔ He stands too close to smell you and will purposefully bump into you post-workout because he wants your sweat to soak him. He will jerk off with a wet towel you left on the floor or a pair of stolen panties. If you're on campus and cleaning them in the commons he would stop your load right after you walk away and grab a pair.

He will finger himself while watching your thirst traps on TikTok.

⋆˚࿔ films himself doing degrading things because he hopes one day he will be able to send them to you as part of his blackmail kink. He never wants you to let him go. Threaten his life and his livelihood, let him know who's in charge.

He imagines you doing gross, degrading things to him to have him prove his love.

He doesn't cut himself out of self-harm; he does it as an act of reverence.

Beauty is pain, and you are the most beautiful woman he has ever and will ever see, and he has to etch your name into his skin to understand even a semblance of what it means to belong to such an ethereal being.

The light burns, and he wants to bask in it forever,

He would do anything for you. plastic surgery, cutting off parts of himself, gender reassignment, anything,

He has made a little doll of you and commissioned artists to make art and lookalikes of you.

He has a literal altar to you that he makes offerings to.

He has a jar of his spit and cum with herbs of abundance, so that if you ever let him offer them to you in person, he will be amplified with the power of the herbs

He will read obscure witchcraft texts that say to use urine to cleanse the soul or to consume the menses of a lover to bond you. he will do anything,

The only reason he isn't locked up yet is that he is actually handsome, so he has the halo effect, and because he does, in fact, give you useful offerings and services in person.

He will do your homework, carry your bags, chauffer, buy you things, he sends you money and is your number one errand boy. You can make him your footstool as you watch hulu and he will be quivering at minute 19 with love and drool.

[millyondollarpussy]

Hiii!

I was wondering if you could make an imagine about a yandere popular guy in college -- yk, he's captain of several sports teams, all of the girls want him, very rich and connected, all of the things... and when he falls for y/n, him AND his family stop at nothing to make sure they can end up together (because his family loves her as well, just platonically ofc).

And it's not like y/n in this scenario is a "nobody" or anything like that, no. She is naturally gorgeous and has an aura that is so effortless that people often either admire her or kind of wish that she was stupid to counteract that... too bad she's the top student at the university with the charisma that can charm anyone's pants off.

They "meet" at orientation (he's known about her for like a year prior and specifically went to the university she's going to to become friends with her) and he is already treating her like she's a princess whilst simultaneously ignoring any or the sorority girls or any people in that sphere that he probably would be hanging out with otherwise. He studies the subjects that y/n studies so that he can become suuuuper good at it to get her attention or even help her, he watches her at night from trees to see what skincare she gets so that he can mail them to her on the regular, he might actually have a sheet and comforter set with her face on it like she's his celebrity crush too...

You can take the story in any way you like, it's just uncommon that we see athletes like this be head over heels for the girl instead of the other way around. THANK U IN ADVANCE, I LOVE YOUR WORK!

Love this, ask 10/10. Makes me think of the movie "The Social Network" with the Winklevoss twins. 6'5 rowing athlete beefcakes who got into Harvard. If you haven't watched the movie, please do and get back to me. The twins were my wet dream for a good two years. Anyway-

HEADCANONS:⡞⠳⣄⣀⣠⠞⢷ ֹ۪

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ He's done everything he can to be closer to you. His major, his extracurriculars, his outings, the people he talks to on campus, the paths he takes to get to class, and what time he goes to the dining hall.

⋆˚꩜｡ He officially met you at orientation, but he had heard word about you since he toured the campus for the first time. It was a fluke, really, someone talking about you joining the student body and how special you were.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ This is a top uni, everyone is special in some way, but you were a prodigy, at whatever it is. Piano, branding, mathematics, doesn't matter. People have been talking about you since you stepped on campus, and he was one of the people who caught wind. At first, before anyone knew who you were, it was about how beautiful you were, then the rest spread like wildfire.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆ He won't talk to any other girls, I mean, seriously. Occasionally, a cordial "hello" just so people don't think he's sexist, but besides that, he doesn't speak to anyone intimately.

⋆˚꩜｡⋆He was at one of the dorm parties because he had heard that you were going, but when he got there, you were nowhere to be seen. He waited because he didn't want to miss you, and in the meantime, some chick thought it was a good time to introduce herself. It would give anyone second-hand-third degree embarrassment to watch, I mean, really, he acted like he had post nut clarity and it told him she was a wench, but he hadn't even looked at her to begin with, let alone fuck her. Honestly, with the way he doesn't show interest in any of the girls on campus lowkey degrades their social status, but that's a different story-

⋆˚꩜｡ He was ready to leave the party after that interaction when he saw you walking through the door... carrying boxes and bags, "I brought food! There's more in my car, could someone help me get the rest?" and he was already off the wall he was clinging to and offering help, "here let me." Taking the boxes out of your arms, passing them to someone else and offering to get the rest from your car. You had smiled at him, and he genuinely tried not to have a heart attack.

˖᯽ ݁˖ He just loved you. you didnt have to be the loudest in the room because your actions always spoke for you. What person would bring a bunch of loser college kids the best grub in town(and the most, people on campus thought you pwned the restaurants because you always brought so much food. if you came to a party everyone knew they were eating good) and eco friendly takeaway boxes because you knew everyone else was broke and wanted them to be fed.

˖᯽ ݁˖ You became known on campus as the sweetheart and totem. Feeding people really gave you brownie points, the way to the campus' heart is going through the students stomachs.

˖᯽ ݁݁˖You're studying in something big. Economics, business, some kind of engineering. He naturally excelled at everything, and so it was no surprise that he could impress you not only with his athletic abilities but also his academic capacity.

˖᯽ ݁˖He would participate in class more than he ever had because he just wanted the opportunity to add onto something you had previously said or to credit you in class, "Well i remmeber y/n had said this in the last session and it had me thinking about-" or, "well if y/n hadnt brought it up i dont think we would be having this dicussion so shes really the one to thank." and, "well i really have to credit y/n for the idea." he's such a sappy suckup and everyone knows it, most have already started saying that you're dating but don't make a big deal out of it because you're both the top dogs on campus. It would be borderline ostentatious for you to even tell people you're dating because it's so unfair.

˖᯽ ݁˖either way, he revels in knowing that most of the guys are too intimidated to say anything to you; that's not to say there aren't always the pests.

˖᯽ ݁˖you have total blessings with the offices and counselors; therefore, you got saddled with one of the best dorms on campus. Big individual rooms and the largest dorm common area on campus, now it's pretty hard to scale a tree everynight but he does have front row access to the window on the backside of your bedroom, and he takes full advantage, he does his nightly walks and lingers at your window hoping to see you pass by. Because everyone thinks you're already dating its not like anyone would actually say anything about him always being around. They just think he's a good boyfriend; no one knows he's been stalking you since the third week of the first semester, and that he will be watching you for the rest of his life.

˖᯽ ݁˖Hes told his family about you, which was incredibly surprising considering they could never get him to go out with a girl while he was a teen and now he's constantly telling his mom about this woman that hes destined to be with and how one day he is going to marry her, i mean every time he calls home its always about you, he will say, "scool is fine yep yep" and then "y/n said something so smart in class, i had never thought about it before but when she said it it seemed so obvious."

˖᯽ ݁˖With as much as he talks about you, of course, his mother deemed it necessary to see who you were. She actually loved what she found, any mother would be a bit.... on the wall about her son being so wrapped up in a woman of any sort. Yet, when she found your social media, your LinkedIn, your blog or publications you had made for school or for pleasure, maybe even some interviews or articles about you, she was enthralled. I mean, first of all youre beautful one of the most beautiful young women she has ever seen, so unique and natural, she was already charmed by your natural beauty, and from what she could read about you, you're a woman she would be proud to call her daughter in the future.

˖᯽ ݁˖Soon enough, she was responding to her son in ways as if you were already together, "well you make sure to tell her she can come to lake house with us this summer, i cant wait to meet my future daughter in law."

˖᯽ ݁˖Now his father..... he didnt know why his wife and son were being so enamored with you, you were just a girl he thought, a crush that would come and go, every young man has his turn with a few mares before he settles down, he never even cared to read up on you, didn't want to see any pictures, no point in getting invested in what wouldnt be the final girlfriend. So when he finally met you one day on campus he was breathless. He couldn't believe how whipped his son was for you, and he understood why. He fell for your charm the way a father loves his daughter, and on the way back home from campus, he was reading up on everything he could about you too. You're now the focal talking point of the family.

˖᯽ ݁˖He talks to his golfing buddies about you like you're his daugter, "oh yeah she is so great- (Jock) is so lucky to have her, I can't wait for their wedding. I know with her taste its' going to be a beautiful ceremony" now if you have a dad that's a story for another day but if you dont he is already imagining walking you down the aisle himself (like mommy isn't going to be the one doing it but ok). He can't wait for you to call him dad, and if his son ever actually confesses and is lucky enough to call you his woman, he will tell you the first time they officially have you over to their home to call him "dad". its a little weird if you ask me.

⋆˚꩜｡ His parents now scheme about how they are going to help get you to be a part of this family. They won't even let him ever consider finding another woman; no one will compare.(Not that he ever will but hypothetically, they wouldn't even let him). They make sure to remind him how important and special you are. "She is one of a kind, son, you will never find another woman like her, so make sure you take good care of her and never let her go."

⋆˚꩜｡ His mom talks to him about your wedding. "Do you know what her favorite cake is? I want to test some batches so I can plan," his dad asks what your preferred venue would be, so he can make some calls and plan for five years in the future.

⋆˚꩜｡ They already tell their circle about you, which is beneficial to you because they are all people in high places.

⋆˚꩜｡ In the care packages his mother sends him, she always includes gifts for you. Little goodies like her own jewelry that she wants to pass on to you, or bags from her collection with little notes, "I always planned on giving these to my daughter," or "I was shopping on Main and thought these would look gorgeous on you. Enjoy xoxo," and she kisses the letters so you have that.

˖᯽ ݁˖Now jock himself is a little..... questionable. What can he say? he never had crushes as a kid, and he most definitely never dated a cheerleader. So when he met you, he had to make up for lost time. You are walking out of your dorm, and your foot almost tips over three vases of fuck off expensive flowers. ones you know were flown in from somewhere because they don't grow them in these parts. Or when you go to your car, and you see love letters under your wipers, the first time you thought you were in trouble or about to get trafficked, but then you saw the envelope with your name on it and a doodle, and then from there on it was just like DJ Khalid "another one"

˖᯽ ݁˖They were always so detailed and fratic but just got worse over time:

The first:

"i really liked what you said in class, it was very insightful and made me think about it in a way i hadnt before. i think im going to include that point in my essay. You're so smart."

then eventually,

"You are so incredible. I mean really. Ive never met someone like you ever, anywhere. I think we would be so good together. As friends of course, or otherwise."

until,

"You're the most amazing woman I have ever met, and it would be the greatest gift of my life if I ever get to be with you. I would worship you, revere you; you would be my goddess. I would be you, devoted slave... I know that's intense, but it's the truth. If you ever give me a chance i'll be the best risk you ever take."

˖᯽ ݁˖when he sees you on campus, he ditches whoever he is talking to, either politely(he still has a reputation) or will just abruptly "thanks, but u have to go ill catch you later" and be trailing you like a bloodhound.

"Hey, beautiful, where ya going? Can I walk you there?" he says as he presses up against you. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.

I imagine the confession being pathetic and perfect. he cant take it anymore and ends up on his knees, his pretty face covered in tears, and he's all puffy, begging you to give him a chance, he will give you everything, his life, just goddamit, give him a chance, please.

Oh, sister, if you give him a chance, he's taking it to the moon. He's even more desperate as your boyfriend.

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[millyondollarpussy]

DOWN BAD DEVOTED

confident!Subby Yandere male x FLR Darling Sex Headcanons

He begs to be allowed to touch you. Even when he’s shown up uninvited and forced his way into your space with that confident “I’m not leaving” energy, the second the door closes he’s on his knees asking permission. “Please let me taste you. Please, I’ve been thinking about it all day.” His voice gets shaky and nervy when he’s desperate.

Edging is his love language. He's basically been edging onto madness since he met you so duhhhh it's become a kink. He has insane stamina because he refuses to come until you’ve had everything you want. You can ride his face, use his cock, make him hold still while you take your pleasure- he’ll be trembling, hips twitching, whispering broken “please, please, please” against your skin but he won’t let himself finish until you say he can.

Praise kink goes burrrrr, both ways. He lives for your praise (“Good boy” makes him whimper and throb), but he also murmurs constant worship while he’s inside you: “You’re so perfect… made for me… I was supposed to worship this pussy every day.” The confidence in your destiny slips out even when he’s deep in submissive mode.

Favorite position? You on top, him begging underneath. He loves when you pin his wrists or ride him while he looks up at you with glassy, devoted eyes. He’ll buck up desperately but only when you allow it, murmuring “Use me… I’m yours” like a mantra.

Oral fixation. He’s obsessed with going down on you. He’ll spend hours between your thighs if you let him. Suckling, licking, moaning into your cunt like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. If you try to pull away he’ll grab your hips (gently, waiting for permission) and plead, “Just a little longer, please. I need it.”

-Marking + ownership. He loves when you mark him (bites, scratches, hickeys) and will wear them proudly. But he also asks shyly if he can leave little marks on your inner thighs while he’s worshiping you, never anywhere too visible unless you explicitly allow it.

Desperate dirty talk. When he’s close to breaking he gets whiny and honest: “I chased you all week just so I could feel you like this… Please let me fill you up. I’ll be so good. I’ll clean you up after with my tongue if you want. Just let me stay inside you.” You don't because you don't like the way he said "just".

Aftercare is non-negotiable worship. The second you’re done he’s pulling you into his arms (if you allow), kissing every inch he can reach, bringing water, massaging your hips, telling you how perfect you are and how grateful he is that you let him love you. He gets extra clingy and nervy if you try to send him away right after.

Teasing denial turns him feral. If you edge him for a long time or deny him completely, he doesn’t get angry, he gets more desperate and worshipful. He’ll rut against your leg, shaking, repeating “I’ll wait as long as you want… I’m yours” while his cock leaks all over your skin. His arms wrapped around you, head pressed against your outer thigh, legs stuttering as his cock prods you.

Public risk + pursuit. He’ll finger you under the table at dinner if you let him, but only after giving you that intense “I need you right now” look and quietly begging for permission. The dominant pursuit shows when he corners you in public places and growls, “I can’t wait until we get home. Please let me make you come right here.”

Breeding / possession fantasy. He will never even mention kids unless you do because he doesn't care about having them but, While he’s buried deep and trembling on the edge he’ll confess in a wrecked voice: “I want to fill you up… keep you full of me so you can never leave. We’re supposed to be like this forever… please.” the breeding is about being together never getting you pregnant.

He’s the perfect mix: relentlessly dominant in chasing and claiming his place in your life, but completely submissive, obedient, and worshipful the moment you have him where you want him.

[millyondollarpussy]

so i was wondering if you could write about a yan surgeon...like, he's quite young and has been in love with you since he saw you at a coffee shop while he was studying for his med exam and has been working himself to the bone to become your dream man.

maybe even a little timeskip that shows how he acts while he is a surgeon (cold, distant, and sometimes even a little snippy towards people who try to kiss up to him) or what he's like in a relationship with you idk

Yandere surgeon~

He wasn’t the man you deserved when he first saw you. He wasn’t ready. Not that he wasn’t ready to love you(by all means he would have given you all of him from the get go) but he didn’t have the resources he felt necessary to offer you.

He wanted to be the man of your dreams. The epitome of success and dignity. Someone you would be proud of claiming, someone you would make game out of capturing.

The moment he saw you he felt something he didn’t know he would ever feel for another body, having seen the insides of cadavers and specimens all alike he had thought maybe it had done something to his brain inhibiting him from emotionally connecting. But you? You have triggered some biochemical reaction in his brain that has triggered obsession.

It was a Thursday afternoon. 3:27 pm to be exact, the heat outside was temperate but it was rainy and it seemed like anyone with no intention of staying in their dorm was finding solace in a coffee shop on the eastern outskirts of the college town.

One of those people happened to be you.

You were in a different major so of course he hadn’t seen you before, because if he had he would have been gone for far longer than he is about to be. The only things he has seen as of late are the fatty tissues and sinews of the recently deceased. The smell of sulfur suffocating his sense of smell in a way he had become accustomed to.

He was perched in the corner drinking a hot latte of some sort and when I say latte I mean some espresso on espresso make it strong type of concoction. Cramming in god knows what information for his next test. MED school isn't for the weak.

You were sitting across the way, legs crossed, bag sitting beside you- slighting tilting from the weight of all your baggage. You had your laptop open on the table and some hot latte steaming in its cup. You looked beautiful.

Beautiful in a way that was beyond what his Brian could comprehend. He has been primed for mechanical thinking. Equations, biology, chemicals, anatomy, genes. But you were something his brain simply couldn’t understand existing. And you were here, in front of him.

He was born with surgical precision and pursuit, now it seems you’re on the other end of the needle.

From that day, he knew he would do whatever was needed, give whatever it would cost, to be the man for you.

.

.

.

It’s been years...

Long, glorious, and arduous years.

He has finished his schooling and residency. Already making a name and way for himself and the future of biomedical engineering and healthcare as a whole. He’s a genius. Surely he will win an award for something. His tactility and ability to find such obscurely life saving actions is never improved by the field.

He’s wanted to be this his whole life. But when he met you all those years ago he finally understood why. He was born to be something great in order to serve something even greater.

And all of his glory and gifts he funnels and preserves for you exclusively.

He doesn’t do well with others. It’s not his job to be. It’s his job to make sure the patient makes it home alive and that all those zeroes make it into his bank account and home to you.

He doesn’t sit around and chit chat. This isn’t general hospital and he doesn’t have any general interest in people outside of his profession of saving them. Most people would think he got into the field to save people’s lives and be a servant of the people. But in reality he has always just been good at being technical to a T. That came in especially handy when he needed to pursue you.

He can’t however stand everyone’s constant pursuit of his attention and approval. This isn’t the operating room- why do people want to talk to him so bad. He is quite curt and contained in any interaction. The board of the hospital, the staff, anyone. Not exactly rude but that, “I’m your boss I don’t need to tell you anything” energy to where anyone who has been around long enough knows his life is a boundary.

When heading out of a surgery he tells everyone to keep up the good work and that he’ll see them tomorrow. He thanks his nurse and heads to sanitation and then he’s racing back home to you.

For such a renowned surgeon he sure treats the gig like a 9-5.

It’s 7:35 when he walks through the doors. He’s walking towards the kitchen although he doesn’t know where in the house you are but he decides to call out just in case. “Baby? I’m home where are you?”

You catch wind of his voice and call back, “Hi honey I’m in the kitchen. Lucy made stew!” (Lucy is the chef. He would never have you cooking and potentially suffering from a major burn.)

When he walks in you have a ladle to your lips blowing and sipping, when you see him you smile and blow on it once more lifting it towards his incoming body.

“Hey baby.” He says as his hand takes purchase back in your hip after a long day, he kisses you before he even thinks of trying the stew.

You smile into the kiss, he can taste the salt on you.

“Here try this. She did her big one with this.”

He takes it into his mouth tasting the now room temp stew that still taste like something you would get at a Michelin.

“It’s delicious right? You got the lukewarm bite but here.”

Before he can say anything you’re blowing on another spoon and bringing it to his lips.

He can only swoon.

“So what are we up to this weekend? I was thinking we try that new trail? What was it called…. Cicada Creek Valley. You know the one Calvin and Viola told us about?”

It was established a long time ago that he didn’t want to talk about work when he got home. Not because he didn’t want to talk to you- god he wanted to talk to you forever. That’s all he ever wanted to do(Who cares that he spent 15+ years to become a world’s best surgeon). But because work seemed like such an unnecessary variable when it actually came to the way you spent your shared lives. If something actually did happen that moved him at work he would say it or you would read it on him. But besides the miraculous one off- It’s the same thing different day. If you’ve saved a life once, you’ve done it a thousand times.

He only ever wants to talk about you, your work, what you want, what you will do together. He forgets work is even a thing when he gets home. Too bad he has to be up at 4:30 am in the morning to go dissect people :/

He nods. Imagining you in your hiking gear and boots, skin glistening with the light sheen of sweat the dew of morning gives you.

“Sounds good to me baby.”

He will do whatever you want whenever you want, so long as it’s with you. If it weren’t for you who knows what he would’ve gotten himself into. He’s a menace. Or at least he became one after you turned him on.

Being a surgeon has more perks than all the obvious ones. If ever need be he would be able to get rid of any… problems- with precision and practice on his side. If you know what I mean.

HEADCANONS ⦮ ⦯ ⟆:

He knows so much about the body that he can always find the spot. Whether it’s a knot in a muscle or that sweet spot in your pussy. He’s been working on finding new ways to make to cum for years.

His favorite things in the world are your heart beat, your veins and arteries, and your brain.

He loves hearing your heart beat. He tells himself it’s for him and if he’s been an especially good boy lately you will voice his inner desires out loud.

He loves your veins and arteries because he loves knowing your body is carrying you another day into your shared future.

He loves your brain because 1. You’re so brilliant and it turns him on so badly he could cum in his rags thinking about it. 2. He can’t himself imagine a world without you so he likes to think that you think the same. Great minds think alike.

He is such a provider. The life you share, he told you years ago that he was going to be the man that could afford you anything you wanted regardless of you working or not.

If you ever get sick he calls off from work to take care of you. Getting you whatever you need, and massaging your feet with tiger balm or vapor.

He tickles your back before bed and kisses your nape where your bonnet meets your neckline.

He makes questionable comments about his skills sometimes because he wants you to know he is capable of doing anything to make sure your love prevails. Anything.

[millyondollarpussy]

I’m sooooo sorry to all my anons who I haven’t responded to yet

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I’ve been naughty and I’ll get to work on making you happy. Promise.