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➤【 yandere step father x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a man falls for the dangerous temptation of loving his step daughter, something that only brings with it a spiraling obsession that consumes him...
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The moment Devon descended the stairs into the kitchen that next morning, he was greeted with the sight of (Y/N) leaning against the counter on her phone next to the toaster, the wrapper for pop tarts next to her clearly showing what she was waiting for. In his eyes, as his gaze flickered over her, all he could think about was how good she'd look bent over the counter altogether.
He could already feel her warm skin underneath his fingers, hear her small gasps, taste her soft lips.
A tantalizing fantasy.
One he immediately crushed.
"Good morning," he greeted roughly as he walked fully into the kitchen to make himself a pot of coffee, his back facing her so he would no longer be plagued by such lustful fantasies.
"Morning," (Y/N) hummed.
She, thankfully, was unaware of his dilemma.
"Are you leaving soon?" He then continued whilst glancing at the clocking, noting the time to be eight-twenty. "Your work starts at nine, correct?"
"Yep," she nodded.
Silence then descended between them, and to Devon, it was a needed silence since he felt as if he could hardly stand hearing the melodic frequencies of (Y/N)'s voice. Why couldn't these thoughts about her just fucking go away? Why was he continuously plagued with these unwanted visions? No, how could he himself think about his stepdaughter in this salacious manner?
He didn't know.
And no one could tell him.
"Alright, I'm heading out," (Y/N) declared after grabbing her pop tarts from the toaster and wrapping them in a napkin. "I'll see you later."
"Bye," Devon forced out.
Once he heard the sound of the front door shutting behind her, he allowed his muscles to relax of the tension straining them. Running a hand through his dark hair, he let out a slow breath through his nose before taking a sip of his coffee, the bitter taste enough to both wake him up and set his mind straight. As he walked back upstairs to get ready for the day, (Y/N) was already pulling in to the staff parking lot of the diner for her new job.
"Hey, (Y/N)!" Dante greeted as she stepped out of her car and closed the door behind her, currently leaning against the front wall waiting for her.
