#fdom hcs

[millyondollarpussy]

Rejecting yandere because you like how desperate and depraved it makes him <3

You love to see the breaking point. It always shows you one of two things: 1. They are volatile and not in a good way 2. He is actually down bad for you and willing to cross any line and be anyone as long as he can be with you.

You like the idea of him going crazy. You imagine him in his home hands fisted over his face, his mind running circles trying to figure out how to catch up with you and be what you want- what you need him to be.

You actually kind of have feelings for him. He’s handsome and well endowed but the last layer of inhibitions he has is a turn of and you want to see how high you can turn up his desperation.

Rejecting him is a blancher you just want to see what happens when you finally crack the outer walls. When he pushes the boundaries and creeps past general comfort.

It turns you on like no other. To see a man so desperate so anxious and frenzied to have you makes your groin swell in a way like nothing else.

It’s weird how much control you live to have but to see a man so desperate to take it away turns you on. It’s not like your submitting you just want to see him go crazy. Girls just want to have fun after all.

So what if he’s a mirderous villain that would do a hunting to have you? That’s the point. You want to see him beg and grovel then flip a switch and assert himself into your life. It’s not like he’s some intel creep from Nebraska. You want him, you just want to see him lose it for you first.

It’s so easy to have a guy like you, but to have him come back more devoted every time his pride and his ego are broken? Now that’s a delicacy. He doesn’t even want his old ego, if that’s what was keeping you away from him then he will banish it, destroy it, rebuke it.

Being the constant chase is like a muscle stretching after a good workout. It burns but it’s bliss. You are a constant mental and physical exercise. He has to show up and put in the reps every day. Even when he doesn’t see result or minimal ones at best.

Your rejection is like voltage to the brain, it makes him more willing and compliant and brain dead as the days go on, but the end of your little game you’ll truly have a devoted submissive creature. A manslave if you will.

[millyondollarpussy]

Your Yandere Sub coming home After Work

He’s been holding it together all day long. Suit on. Jaw tight. Eyes focused. Being your man out in the world, handling meetings, finances, logistics, protecting your life together.

But the second the door closes behind him?

The second he can let the mask drop and he’s back in your domain?

That beautiful, obedient shift begins.

He doesn’t even speak at first.

Just walks in, locks the door, kicks his shoes off and puts them in the closet. He drops his keys in the bowl, and loosens his coat, he’s ready to come find you.

He searches the house for you, Life360 said you were home and now he’s on the hunt. He finds you in your studio, and when his eyes meet yours?

He goes soft. His shoulders relax. His eyes go glossy.

His knees? Already ready to go out.

You see him and smile.

“Go get your toys and come here,” you say gently, voice full of control even when it’s covered in a soft tone, and that’s all it takes, he drops to his hands and knees without a word.

He’s been waiting to be a good boy all day.

He crawls to the closet. Opens his drawer.

There lies his collar. His tail. His plug. His ears.He lays them out on the floor like offerings. His eyes flashing up to you questioning. He wants you to decide.

You snap the collar you want around his neck. “Rough day, baby?” You ask while fastening it.

“Mhm,” he breathes, already melting. You see his neck tensing under you hands.

“Want me to take care of you?”

He nods, “Please, mommy.”

Once he’s plugged and collared, he’s gone.

He starts panting softly through his mouth. He doesn’t talk, he whines. In this state he doesn’t have to be a man, he just gets to be your mutt.

His eyes are wide, eager, and submissive. He follows you from room to room, padding on all fours like the house pet he is. His butt plug extending up into the air wagging as he crawls.

You toss him his toy and he bounds after it. You scratch behind his ears and he melts into your touch. You sit on the couch and he curls up at your feet, resting his head on your thigh with a low, contented sigh.

This isn’t just puppy play. This is his reset. And you both love it as much as the other.

After a whole day of being powerful in the world, he comes home to be yours.

Your pet. Your property. Your good boy.

💋 Bonus:

If he did well that day, closed a deal, got a win, handled something for you, maybe you coo down at him while he laps water from his bowl and say,

“You were such a good boy for me today. Want a treat?”

He nods furiously. Eyes shining.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, please, mommy. I was your good boy.”

And you slide the treat into his mouth with your fingers, letting him suck and whimper as he collapses into pure, ruined submission.

He works for the world. But he lives for you.

[millyondollarpussy]

With the way he sucks your clit you would think he’s a vampire. You can see the carnal hunger in his eyes. The need to consume you in your entirety.

He looks like a Godeater. Something so big yet so confined to making you cum.

You’re head is fallen back, eyes rolling in a way that’s sure to sore eventually, the pleasure feels to euphoric to even express. The moans swirl in your chest but never make themselves announced. You’re breathless.

Your hands are in his hair grabbing, pawing at him like a cat. Your pelvis grinding against his face. All you can hear are his grunts and slurps. He sounds like beast.

In the few seconds you look down from you haze you see the wide expanse of his body panned out over the top sheets, now bunched up and covered in spots of sweat, spit, some precum.

His ass clenching because he’s rutting like a mutt against the sheets as he laps at your cunt like dehydrated animal. His back lightly glistening from how much heat he’s wracking up.

You can see the muscles in his back, the full landscape of his perfectly defined body. You still have your hands pushing his head down between your legs and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You can feel the heat getting tighter, the steam is ready to blow. You let your head fall back onto the pillows, only for a moment upset about how you’ve probably messed up your curls from this but not caring enough in the moment to complete the thought.

Only widening your legs you push your pelvis against his face more- you’re so close.

“I- ‘mmph. S-so close. Keeep going. Yes! Good boy baby keep going make your mommy cum.”

And that’s enough for him to crank it up and you feel his tongue slide under your hood, prodding against your clit. And you bolt.”

“Aaahn!”

You upper back arches in a convulsive manner. He continues to lick like that causing a string of overstimulation and immeasurable pleasure and within seconds your feel a warm stream of liquid gold shooting out of you into his mouth and some dribbling on the sheets around you.

That happens for a couple seconds when you feel it still streaming out of you but more like a slower flow. You can’t even help it.

His licks up at your inner thighs closest to your vulva, licking up your cum, cleaning you with his tongue. Then he kisses your clit and opening. You’re too overstimulated already to even really feel it but you live that he did it.

Then he kicks his lips and comes up to kiss your lips, his hands cupping your face, his heated body pressing against your core.

“Thank you, thank you. I love you so much. I’ll be right back.” He kisses your cheek once more, and gently trying as to not disturb your blissed out body anymore, gets up and pads over to the bathroom. Returning with a warm damp rag. He wipes your sweatiest areas off, the ones that will cool into a clammy feeling of he doesn’t. And gently wipes at your vulva. Cleaning up any extra saliva or fluids he didn’t suck off of you,

Then he puts the towel on his nightstand and curls up against you, putting his leg over yours and bringing his hand to your belly to rib his thumb over your womb.

He smiles at you like your the most beautiful creature in the world.

[millyondollarpussy]

Cocky confident yandere bf hcs

He is obsessed with you. He’s the most cocky mf on the planet but he is the most respectful reverent partner ever.

I’m imagining like Nicholas Chavez as Lyle menendez energy- the high strung peacock male energy but he is a total lover

He is a man. He isn’t grossed out by periods or stretch marks. He wants all of it. Preferably on his tongue.

People don’t understand how your together sometimes. Your gorgeous but he seems like the kind of man that would like the typical younger talk super model types and you are not that. Your something else entirely and that’s what he is addicted to.

He confidence is on full display when it comes to showing how much he loves you. He is the most over the top vocal expressive pda lover ever. People can even call it performative because he’s so serious. It’s just how he is.

He’s your biggest supporter and the most annoying clingy creature.

He’ll be on the phone like, “motherfucker let me tell you something-“

And then later on he’s making you a sandwich and bringing it to you while you’re relaxing and kisses your forehead, “here you go baby, let me know if you need anything else.”

He’s very passionate. You have to calm him down sometimes because if you don’t get your dog he will bite and that’s a lawsuit 😋

Hes prone to violence when it comes to you. He has everything to lose but he has enough money to not care?

He’s hot and he’s all yours.

[millyondollarpussy]

Yandere Painter x Muse HCS

Yandere Painter!Male x Fem!Muse

Not proofread.

You had met him coincidentally at a cafe in a smaller down in the south of France. You were there for pleasure. Leisurely spending your days indulging in sunshine and the delicacies France has to offer.

You’re sitting in the courtyard of a beautiful hotel cafe when you spot each other.

He’s a mature gentleman, eccentric more than gentle I suppose. Unruly hair, a sooty look that comes with years of charcoal painting. He sees you and from across the yard you can visibly see his eyes widen and his face express a state of pure shock.

That day you ended up walking the estate you were staying at and being invited to his, as well as his studio in the city.

You become his muse from the moment he is eyes set upon you. You are the incarnation of every moment of inspiration he has ever experience. The refined expression of the abstract creations he has produced over the years of his career. You are the manifestation of his madness and he must witness you as much as possible.

He sends letters. Yes, he is a man of the ages and he loves to write you letters. The only time you would ever possibly receive a message from him digitally would be one from one of his assistants requesting your presence.

His letters use an arrangement of the materials he keeps in the studio and ever letter has a sketch. One that would be akin to one that Van Gogh would scribble on a napkin that would go from six figures. Honestly he is such a kind soul for sending you assets on the daily.

When you are together he is manic. He must have you in every light. Every angle every moment and possible setting. You as an empress, you as flowers, you as the river nile. The starts, the moons, all of Olympia.

He was never a man of god. Although He was a man who seemed to be the right hand of god given his skill. And he used any gifts given to him to elevate and immortalize you. You become the only thing he comes to paint.

He wants the world to memorialize you and worship you through their worship of his craftsmanship. You are his god and he must consecrate you into the context of history.

You are in his studio and all you can hear are his heavy exhales and at time curses.

You go on walks and he goes on rants of his ideas of captivating you into the canvas.

his accent thick as the acrylic he uses.

Anytime a friend or associate comes or goes through the studio they can see he is solely focused upon you.

He gives offhanded comments or answers tot hem. Not even a gaze in there direction unless it’s one that expresses “go now.”

All the days he spends with you are always compensated. As many letters as he sends you, gifts follow, the days he spends with you are followed by dinners or intermissions by shopping in the city. He buys you gems and jewels in exchange for painting you with them on.

He uses your life stories and plans to mythologize you. To create the concepts of his art. If you share a story of child hood he is able to translate it into a work of feeling into a canvas.

He hates art shows. He’s a hermit at best but as a worshipper he now feels for the first time in his life the necessity to go and explain the depths of methodology used to express you.

It’s the first time the public has ever seen him seem in the realm of humans.

Your days in Paris or in Europe for the matter never go without notice to him. You could be in Spain for a deal or shoot and you’ll receive a letter sent to your hotel room and when you go to scan it you instantly recognize his hand writing.

It’s always something so devoted and demented:

“My Darling, it has been so long since I have seen you. You must come relish me in your presence. I must see you. I had a vision the night before last. It was you in sapphire. The background images of lust and devotion.

I miss you so.

Only yours, X”

And with it a box with a sapphire necklace.

I’m a woman of color(so the image is supposed to be inclusive!!!!!!!!!) colored women unite-

I think I entered flow state with this one. Let me know if I ate down or nah.

[millyondollarpussy]

Hii! I’d absolutely love another part of the rich husband yandere headcanons. I don’t have any specific scenario in mind, I just want a bit more of him. It would be really interesting if he also had elements of the Yandere! BF-Husband who always includes you!!

Honestly, I found the two pretty similar, including this part from YANDERE! RICH HUSBAND:

“1. that you are in the house and make the home an altar to your taste and being. And 2. that you let him live there with you and pay all the bills. Seems like a pretty good deal to me.”

It’s simply wonderful, this trope completely won me over with those two lines haha.

Oh he does- I wrote the two in a similar state

YANDERE RICH HUSBAND X RICH WIFE

Hcs 🫪

˚꩜ He never wants you to worry or have any negative feeling toward money. No stress or dilemma. But you are the head of household ands you’ve given him the privilege to be able to handle some of your finances. He’s like a finsub. A big dumb(incredibly intelligent) finance bro turned your bitch.

Horrible predicament.

˚꩜ If he’s not with you he’s figuring out how to make more money for you. You create businesses and art and products he loves that stocks and bonds bs.

˚꩜ He’ll rub your feet while watching the news and making comments on new stocks you two should invest in,

˚꩜ “The Dow Jones is down .4% which is fine it’s not like it affects us but I have been hearing some news on some data energy infrastructure companies that are going to skyrocket soon. I already talked to Nina(your broker- women and women first) and she’s set up an appointment for tomorrow.”

˚꩜ Or he gets turned on by making you more money and dorking out about candlesticks (finance) and the stocks that you had invested in before a surge.

˚꩜ “Last year we were right in Marvell Technology, AMD, and Broadcom. “

˚꩜ Before you’d met he worked in finance(of course) he ether worked for a VC firm or as a startup engineer with some side gigs he liked to do for sport.

˚꩜ He’s tall and has muscles that he will let you chew on while he scrolls his phone reading big tech ceos X statements to see what they’re saying and see if they are insinuating anything.

His entire life consists of two things -

1. Her royal divine majesty(you)

2. Money

˚꩜ He golfs sometimes. But it’s not even like the way other guys are obsessed with golf it’s just for the visuals of it which is funny because he’s actually very good.

˚꩜ You like to put on a skort and tennis bracelets and go to the turfs. You end up doing some fuck ass score board “golf” match that’s really you just swinging it wherever or- you really lock in.

˚꩜ Vacations are interesting because it includes him on the phone with your concierge company for 45 minutes streamlining the entire experience as if you don’t already pay a ghastly retainer for these people to do it.

˚꩜ You have an assistant and housekeepers to do the tasks like ironing and packing your bags but he insists on being the one to plan your outfits around your excavations and dinners.

˚꩜ He has you try some things on and sets up your tripod so you can record your content for your followers. (He will most likely be editing all that content on the plan to wherever you’re going.)

˚꩜ Airports are your favorite because he becomes like an emotional support animal/security guard/dad. You don’t have to do shit. No bag carrying or holding on to passports or anything. His job is everything and to make sure you get your snacks and to the centurion lounge safely. His payment is the pics you’ll post on insta and you holding his hand through terminal.

All in all- wife him up.