𝐆𝐨𝐝'𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭

You‘re not a gold digger. You‘re an entrepreneur. And business is booming.

♡ Yandere! DILF’s x Fem. Reader. Sugar Daddy, Old Money, Professor, Sponsor

♡ Headcanons. Midas Eyes – Part 2

♡ Word Count. 1,067

♡ Yandere! Sugar Daddy who is a walking red flag but you don’t give a fuck because his money is green.

♡ Yandere! Sugar Daddy who is disgustingly rich, young, and powerful. The kind of nouveau riche that makes old-money elites foam at the mouth in disgust. A tech startup prodigy, but really just a glorified scam artist who got lucky. He still doesn’t understand how people fall for his shit, but he won’t question it as long as the money keeps coming.

♡ Yandere! Sugar Daddy who is a charming smooth talker, able to seduce any person in no time flat. But you’re not here for charm. You’re here for his absurdly fat wallet and borderline criminal bank accounts. He’s got more money than common sense. You love men like him.

He sees you again through a high-class escort service, not realizing you were something else entirely. The moment you walked in, draped in designer brands you barely cared about, he felt something he couldn’t describe. He had bought women before—had paid for their time, their fake moans, their empty praises. But you? You didn’t even pretend to be interested. You sat across from him, barely sparing him a glance, and told him your rate.

He almost laughed. It was robbery. Daylight fucking robbery.

But when you looked up at him, and your eyes shimmered—not in admiration, not in lust, but in command—he stopped breathing. It was like his brain short-circuited. You didn’t have to beg, didn’t have to tease. Just one glance, and he was suddenly obsessed.

His credit card was out before he even realized it. You watched him sign away more money than most people make in a year, your expression as indifferent as ever. And then you stood, grabbed your coat, and left.

He sat there, staring at the bill, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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♡ Yandere! Old Money who thinks he raised you better than this.

♡ Yandere! Old Money who is the only man you don’t charge because technically, he’s the reason you even made it this far. The irony isn’t lost on him.

♡ Yandere! Old Money who picked you up from the gutter when you were young and starving, back when your ability was nothing but a curse. You were a feral little thing, barely surviving, disgusted with how your powers made people act. He trained you. Molded you. Taught you how to use it properly. How to weaponize it instead of letting it be your downfall.

He used to be proud of you. Now, he watches in disappointment as you sell yourself for absurd amounts of money. He hates it. Hates seeing you in the arms of pathetic, desperate men who don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. He taught you better than this. He raised you better than this. You weren’t supposed to degrade yourself for cash. You were supposed to be untouchable. Unreachable. A queen.

But no. You sit there in your silk robe, scrolling through your latest transactions with the same dead-eyed expression you’ve always had, completely unfazed by his presence. When he tries to lecture you, you barely react. When he warns you about the dangers of playing with men like this, you only laugh.

And when he tries to tell you to stop, you remind him that you’re not his little girl anymore.

He clenches his jaw, silent. For once, he doesn’t know how to win.

———

♡ Yandere! Professor who watches you like a problem he’s been trying to solve for years.

♡ Yandere! Professor who was the first man to recognize your intellect rather than your body. Not that he wasn’t aware of the latter. It was impossible to ignore. But from the moment he met you, he knew you weren’t just another pretty face. You were dangerous. Brilliant. And utterly uninterested in anything that wasn’t profitable.

He admired that about you. At first.

But now? Now, he finds himself sitting across from you at some overpriced bar, watching as you sip expensive wine paid for by another man. You’re not even looking at him. Just scrolling through your phone, arranging your next “appointment” with an air of complete indifference.

He wants to grab your wrist, force you to meet his gaze. He wants to remind you that you’re more than this. That you were meant for greater things. But he doesn’t. Because you already know that. You just don’t care.

And that drives him insane.

He listens as you casually explain your latest scheme, how you managed to scam a billionaire out of a private jet just by looking at him the right way. You laugh, amused by your own absurdity, and he feels his stomach twist in something that’s definitely not admiration. He knows he should be horrified.

But all he can think about is how he can keep you all to himself.

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♡ Yandere! Sponsor who never planned on getting involved with you.

♡ Yandere! Sponsor who is a former fighter, a legend in the underground world, a man who built his fortune with blood and broken bones. He doesn’t fall for pretty faces. He doesn’t trust women who bat their lashes and expect men to fall at their feet. He’s seen too many like you.

Or so he thought.

Because you’re not like them. You don’t beg. You don’t manipulate with fake sweetness. You don’t even try to seduce him. You just tell him what you want, and somehow, without even realizing it, he gives it to you. Every. Single. Time.

At first, he thought it was some kind of trick. Maybe you slipped something in his drink. Maybe you were playing some long con. But no. You were just you. And you had him wrapped around your finger without even trying.

He watches you now, sitting on his lap like you belong there, counting the money he just handed over like it’s nothing. You don’t even thank him. Just pocket it, already thinking about your next target.

He should be angry. Should be furious that you’re using him just like you use everyone else.

But instead, he pulls you closer, his grip possessive, unyielding. You glance at him, unimpressed.

“You’re not special,” you tell him, voice as empty as your heart.

And yet, he knows you’ll never be able to get rid of him now.

Not unless he lets you.

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