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yanderambling · 2 years ago

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omg i’m thrilled that y’all like him so much!!! and these ideas were soso tasty ugh your minds~ i had a lot of fun with this, maybe too much if you look at the wc lol, so i hope y’all enjoy <3 ALSO continuity note: since Adrian is so popular, i won't carry major events through different stories unless requested, that way everyone can have their own version of his story! but i'll be keeping general facts about Adrian the same unless otherwise specified, like his parents being rich because i find it funny~ thank you and goodnight <3 (and yes i switched this gif with the last part shhhh it’s okay)

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 4.6k

you can read the previous part here!

CW: 18+, NSFW, yandere behavior, stalking, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, BDSM themes, poor BDSM etiquette but neither party minds

Adrian nearly choked when he heard his name read next to yours for the school project.

It took you a second to recognize his; you mostly just call him mutt. Once you realized, you loudly groaned at the prospect of spending the week with that pest.

Adrian couldn’t hear it over his racing heart.

As soon as class lets out, he's right at your side, yammering on about project materials and meeting arrangements and times and "we should really meet at one of our houses so we don't have to worry about distractions, I'm fine with coming to yours! It's closer to school anyway, right? It'll be more private- I just think it makes sense-"

You finally shut him up by making the executive decision that you’ll work at his house (you don’t need him shedding on your furniture, or potentially getting any personal ammunition against you; he is way too interested in being inside your home, and how does he know it’s closer to school?).

Adrian was crestfallen that he wouldn’t get to go in your house (and smell the pure you imbued in your furniture, and pretend he’s really your dog while you sit together- maybe in your bedroom!-, and snoop through your underwear drawer when you go to the bathroom, and snoop through your bathroom when he goes in right after you...), but he was still over the moon at the idea of having you in his space.

(He’ll just visit your window later tonight like usual, anyway- he'll still get high off that closeness alone. Win/win!)

Adrian doesn't think about anything else for the rest of the day, zoning through his classes and plastered to your side whenever he gets the chance, just alight with energy and anticipation and not shutting up about it- he's lucky there's too many witnesses for you to knock him quiet (oh, but he would feel so much luckier if you did).

You would totally bail on this project if you weren’t already failing this class, which is mostly on account of you bailing. You’re wondering if all those cut classes were worth having to work with this, but you’re not feeling hopeful.

The day seems to drag on forever for both of you, for vastly different reasons. By the time school lets out, Adrian is buzzing out of his skin and you're seconds away from ripping it off him.

As you two start the trek to his place, Adrian can't get over how surreal it feels to walk beside you. It's like you two are a couple, and you're walking him home for an after school study date!

He gets lost in the daydream easily, giving you a brief reprieve from his energy, and allowing you to absently notice his rapidly wagging tail almost propelling him down the sidewalk. You can't help but smirk a little at the image that conjures in your mind.

He's truly ridiculous, you can't really believe him sometimes. Doesn't that thing ever get tired? What does he think is gonna happen that's got him so damn excited? That he's gonna get in good with you somehow (hopefully) and you'll leave him alone? (never in his wildest dreams.)

Yeah, fat chance.

When Adrian stops at his house, you think he's joking. But then he walks right up the driveway of this random McMansion, motioning you along eagerly, and enters a security code before holding the door open for you with a clearly anticipatory smile.

...The fuck.

You did not count on Adrian’s family being loaded. He certainly doesn't dress or groom like it.

You consider berating him for not mentioning it, but decide against it for the risk of seeming stupid- to Adrian of all people. You do make a mental note for your future errand requests, though.

Adrian’s parents aren’t home, he tells you his mom is always traveling and his dad basically lives at his office. You’re relieved that you won’t have to put on a nice face for the folks, but there’s apparently still a live-in housekeeper that floats around (are you fucking kidding?) so you stay diligent.

Adrian suggests you two work in his room; you figure the further from watchful eyes, the better.

Despite it being his idea, Adrian can't help his giddy nervousness as you enter his room (he’d texted the housekeeper to make sure it was clean as soon as you decided to come over, lucky he keeps his souvenirs hidden away whenever he’s not admiring them).

The room is frankly ridiculous, easily twice the size of yours, a king bed in the corner, a desk and coffee table and two dressers, and yet adorned with piles of clothes and clutter and more genres of nerdy shit than you even knew existed.

"Yeah, okay, parts of this make sense."

Adrian cocks his head, opening his mouth to ask what you mean, when he suddenly chokes on air.

You've made a bee-line right to his desk, covered in books and papers for hobbies and school alike, but also holding a locked drawer at the very bottom in which he keeps his "school collection" (just discarded pencils with bitten erasers, torn up notebook paper he can still smell your hands on, old gym shorts you were probably gonna replace soon anyway, a bandaid here, a plastic fork there; nothing crazy).

He watches with bated breath as you sift through the contents of his desk, occasionally scoffing or chuckling at what you find. He lets out a sigh when you seem to grow bored, just for you to move on to his dresser and have his stomach doing somersaults all over again.

Maybe he should've asked the housekeeper to hide his stuff better and just braved the questions later...

You move throughout the room like you own it (you do, as far as the both of you are concerned), making little jabs at his various posters and figurines which make his whole body flush hot with pleasure because you're noticing things about him, but every other move you make sends his heart jumping into his throat in a completely different way.

It only takes a minute or two for the stress to get to him.

“Ah- hey! Uh, maybe we should- maybe we should start on the project, right?”

You bark a laugh and spin on your heel to face him, an incredulous half-grin pulling your lips and revealing a gut-twisting flash of teeth.

"We?"

Oh, yeah, he much prefers those intense eyes boring into him.

He starts spluttering placations immediately. "No! Well, uhm, I didn't mean- you, you don't- have to- obviously, I mean, I don't- I wouldn't-"

You roll your eyes and shove past him, effectively cutting him off as you flop down onto his abominably soft mattress. "Right, yeah, whatever. Let's get one thing straight here, okay?"

Adrian nods, his whole being drawn to focus at your entrancingly commanding tone. Although, it's incredibly hard to focus on anything with the sight of you on his bed right in front of him; he's already planning how to avoid that area so it'll retain your scent longer, he wonders if he could cut that part of the duvet out and keep it in an airtight container, maybe the sheets under it too just to be safe...

"This is not a "we" situation, got it? I'm not lifting a damn finger for this bullshit, that's what you're there for." Adrian has a purpose to you! "I am only here to make sure you're actually doing it, which shouldn't be a problem because if we get anything less than an A, it's gonna be your ass."

As tempting as it is to see what punishment you would inflict upon him, Adrian really really really wants to please you- and he's pretty good at this subject anyway!

You then cross your arms and lean back just enough to look down your nose at him. "Got it?"

Adrian can't answer fast enough.

"Yes! Yes, that's perfect! Awesome, good- great!"

But then he doesn’t make a move. Ha.

He looks a little lost, standing in the middle of his own room, barely biting down a grin and wringing his hands as he seems to wait for another command.

Apparently, you’ve trained him well.

You scoff and let yourself fall onto your back as you pull out your phone (Adrian's gonna need a bigger airtight container).

"Well, go on then, we don't have all day."

Adrian scrambles to get to work. He quickly positions himself on the floor by the foot of the bed and pulls the coffee table closer, emptying his school bag carelessly onto the carpet.

You huff a laugh at the sight, all this money and the kid's parents couldn't buy him any class. Maybe sloppiness is an inherent trait, like his apparent passion for service- nobody with this much money should be such a pushover. And yet...

Adrian couldn’t be happier, sitting on the floor while you lounge across his bed and periodically weigh in with (mostly incorrect) corrections or snide remarks, an almost alarmingly wide grin settled on his face as his tail taps a steady rhythm against his carpet.

It’s not an unpleasant picture, you muse absently as you look up from your phone, it’s almost comforting to have your little puppy on the floor, cheerily working away for you while you laze about. It certainly beats doing the work yourself, or having to threaten a student with an actual spine to do it for you.

Still, it doesn't take long for you to get bored. Bored enough to notice your empty stomach, at least.

"I'm hungry."

Adrian's head shoots up from the book he was hunched over, ears raised at attention and eyes glittering with something you're not sure you care to identify.

He's on his feet in the next second, knocking his knees on the way up loud enough to startle you yet showing no signs of even noticing.

"I-I'll ask Len to make something!"

He darts out of the room before you can tell him what you want, but you trust he knows your moods and tastes well enough by this point to predict. (Oh, he does, and Len's not going to be making anything- they don't know all the special ingredients!)

The second he leaves, you decide to really cure your boredom by snooping around in earnest. Certainly this creep has something actually weird hidden in here, you just have to look in the right places.

You waste no time in sifting through his bookshelf (nerd shit), closet (nerd clothes, some dirty), a dresser (nerd clothes, mostly clean), under his bed (dirty clothes, nerd shit in boxes)- the door opens behind you.

“Wha-? Oh! Ah- Wh-what- what are you doing?”

You don’t even bother moving from your crouch, most of your upper body shoved under the bedstand while the rest of you... is not.

Adrian’s mouth is completely dry for several reasons.

“What’re you, blind? I’m snooping.”

Adrian slowly comes further into the room, hesitantly setting the serving tray on the low table. He can’t stop his voice from cracking as he stutters out,

“Uh- yeah, okay, yeah, but- um, would you maybe mind- um, not?”

You snicker, at least he has some manners. “Yeah, I do mind, actually. What’s the matter, mutt? Got something to hide?”

“N-no!”

The answer is so immediate, so fervent, that it has you pulling up just to give him an unimpressed look. He stares back at you, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Jesus you’re a bad liar.”

Looking at him now, you can see sweat glistening on his face and his hands clenching by his side. His eyes dart toward the dresser you haven't checked yet.

Bingo.

You jump up from your position and stride across the room with purpose. You only make it a few steps before Adrian seems to materialize in front of you, making you stop short and almost yelp from shock.

“S-sorry! I’m sorry, I just-" he's waving his hands wildly, head ducked as his gaze rapidly flicks between your face and the floor, "You-you can’t- please, please don’t-”

“Okay, creep, I get the gist.”

You shove past him, and he wishes he could relish the firm pressure of your hands on him.

He whirls around and watches in horror as you approach the dresser. He needs to do something, he needs to stop you, but what can he do? You’ve clearly made up your mind, it’s not like it's his place to try and change it...

All he can do is watch, a high ringing in his ears and his body filling with static, while you meticulously sift through every drawer until his clothes are strewn about the floor and you're panting with frustration.

He's about to let himself take a breath when you suddenly squat down and stick your arm into the shallow space underneath. He nearly swallows his tongue when you let out a disbelieving huff and awkwardly slide out a long lockbox.

You look up at him triumphantly, eyes sparkling with glee, and he almost mirrors your smile just for how captivating it is.

"Open it."

"N-no-"

You lean up toward him and cock your head, he has to stop himself from being drawn in by the magnetism of your narrowed eyes. “The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I'm sorry! I didn't- just, I can't-"

"Oh, I think you can. Or you're not gonna like what happens next."

That's where you're wrong, and it only really strengthens Adrian's extremely shaky resolve. He tries to keep the grin off his face as he habitually starts to picture the punishment you might give him; a cuff on the ears, a knee to the stomach, a punch in the face-

But you just roll your eyes and groan, no longer in the mood now that something more interesting has presented itself.

Instead, your gaze floats down to the flimsy looking combination lock on the box, then it fixes on some heavy-standed figurine you'd knocked off his bookshelf earlier.

Yeah, good enough.

Adrian barely has time to flinch before you're snatching it up and breaking the lock with a sound crack.

Then you're lifting the lid.

"No!"

He starts to lunge forward, but your sharply raised hand halts him dead in his tracks.

Fuck.

It's too late anyway, judging by your wide eyes and slightly slack jaw (god how he wishes he could focus on the glorious curve of your open lips, or the way your perfect teeth peek over them, or how it might feel to have those teeth sunk into his skin-)

"What. The. Fuck."

"I-I can explain- It's not-!"

"I literally do not believe that you can."

Adrian's throat goes dry, he feels tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry- I'm sorry! I never meant- it's not like-"

You tune Adrian out as you focus on the stacks and stacks of photos arranged in the box before you. There even seem to be books underneath those, thick ones despite the shallowness of the container. You’d say there’s easily hundreds of pictures in here.

But, more concerning than the amount of photos… is their content.

They’re all you.

Undeniable, from every angle and range and setting you could imagine, it’s all you. There’s you at your spot with your friends, sitting in class, in the cafeteria, running errands in town, sneaking off to that private spot nobody else is supposed to know about, asleep in your bed- in dozens and dozens of iterations, like you could probably make a flip book of every scene.

It’s offensively redundant, honestly, a gross waste of paper. Maybe equally as concerning.

(Adrian needs to keep physical copies, and hard drives, and backup hard drives, and another box further under the dresser... What if something happens to his phone? What if he lost all his treasured photos forever? He doesn’t know what he’d do.)

"You're a bigger creep than I gave you credit for." You murmur, mostly to yourself.

Adrian never thought he'd feel anything but sheer joy from hearing that word leave your mouth. "N-no! It's not- it's not like that! I'm not- I don't-"

While Adrian's still blustering and working himself into a tizzy, you're just... processing.

It's oddly unsurprising, once you consider all the other factors together. Looking at it now, of course Adrian had more perverted reasons for complying to your cruelty, what else could he have been getting out of it? You guess you kinda always knew, on some level, but you never thought it would be like this.

But, since it is, you can't help but wonder just how far this perversion has gone, how far it will go...

This night has been boring enough that you're entitled to a little fun, right?

And besides, looking at him now- all wide eyed and droopy eared, his tail pulled between his legs and clutched in his trembling hands- Adrian actually looks a little bit... cute? In a pathetic, dirty stray caught in the rain type of way, of course.

The only real difference is that you'd be much kinder to the stray.

"Alright, shut it, stalker."

Adrian's mouth snaps closed, his tail trying to tuck further at your dangerously low voice.

"Obviously, this severe-" you flap a stack of photos at him, causing him to duck his head and whimper, "-invasion of my privacy can't go unpunished."

Adrian's eyes become impossibly bigger as they flash up to watch you stand. His ears suddenly perk, his tail tugs against his grip as it tries to hesitantly wag.

Jesus, he's shameless.

This is gonna be fun.

But first, a plan. You don't want Adrian getting too bold, so what better way to keep him in his place than by tying him there? Looking around his room, you don't have much to work with, but you're resourceful; a lace from his sneakers should do just fine (who keeps shoes in their room? what a creep).

"Alright. Sit."

Adrian is falling to his knees before his brain can process the words. When it does, he isn't quick enough to bite down on the high keen that builds in his throat.

You scoff, mentally scorning yourself for ignoring his shit for so long, then go to pull a lace. Adrian watches in rapt attention as you test its strength, your hands flexing so tantalizingly as you pull the string harshly several times over.

He holds his breath on instinct when your scrutinizing glare scans the room again.

"Okay, bed. Back to the headboard. Now."

Adrian scrambles up immediately, pulling some of the sheets off in his hurry, eager to obey before you change your mind.

You follow right after, kneeling up and leaning over him to tie his hands to the headboard above him. His dry throat click as he gulps.

You're so close, your heavenly scent filling his lungs like a sweet paralyzing vapor, he can feel the heat radiating from your skin despite the clothes between you, he could probably taste you if he just stuck out his tongue...

He whines as you yank the shoelace tight with a grunt before tying it off. You tug on his hands once more, forcing the string deeper into his skin, and your hum of satisfaction is drowned out by Adrian's low groan.

What a wonderful feeling, the sharp sting of the lace grounding him down like he needs to be; he can't help twisting and pulling until the burn intensifies, imagining it's your firm hands holding him so tightly...

"Jesus, freak, you're already getting into it?"

Adrian just whimpers, barely registering the question past your condescending tone as he continues to squirm.

You suddenly grab the front of his shirt and pull him forward until he's partially hovering off the mattress, the combined pressure of your knuckles under his chin and the shoestring grating his tender wrists pulls a breathy moan along with.

You lean in close, practically growling as you say, "Don't do my job for me, mutt."

You press a relatively fresh bruise on his arm just to see him twitch and bite his lip (it’s actually from a week ago, that’s how good he is at maintaining your marks for you!). It is pretty gratifying.

Almost as gratifying as the bulge you spot between his wantonly spread legs.

A breathless laugh punches out of you. It's oddly jarring to see, and you would later deny that it's slightly impressive, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sight.

"God, you're fucking pathetic. But you know that, don't you, you little creep?"

If your words weren't enough to have Adrian shaking out of his skin, you lean closer and nip his ear; he jerks back instinctively at the pain, which only makes its sting so much sweeter when you sink your teeth in and pull back.

He doesn’t bother trying to keep himself quiet.

“This isn’t even a punishment for you, is it? Is it, you fucking perv?”

Adrian is so far beyond saving face, he’s mostly beyond communication of any kind, so he just shakes his head fervently and grunts and hopes it’s good enough.

“Use your words, mutt.”

He gasps as you yank his throbbing ear, pulling his face closer to yours- oh dear god he can feel your hot breath against his cheeks, every detail of your perfect face so confident and dangerous and ethereal, your sparkling eyes look positively deadly and Adrian is ready to submit himself to their perils-

“Answer me," your sharp words make his lashes flutter, but he keeps his eyes wide open to stare at your taunting smile hanging just inches from his face, "are you getting off on this?”

He nods, he’s starting to get dizzy with all this nodding but he doesn't feel capable of much else, then you tug his hair back with the most glorious burn-

“Ah-Yes! Yes, I love- I love it, please- give me- more- please, I need- I need-“

He cuts off with a choked sound as your fingers slide up his throat and tighten, all too happy to oblige.

"That what you want? You happy now?" You taunt, your breath against the shell of his ear raising goosebumps all over his body.

He tries to nod against your grip, causing you to smirk and push further.

Oh god yes please-

Garbled moans fight their way from his throat as his eyes roll back in ecstasy, his straddled legs pressing tightly together as he thrashes desperately against the headboard, his whole body trembling and pushing up and up in search of contact- but you keep pulling away, putting more pressure on his neck to support yourself, bringing out the most pitiful little whimpers.

"Use your words, puppy."

Puppy.

Adrian chokes for reasons entirely unrelated to your hand on his neck. His tail, which had been beating a rapid tempo since you sat him down, starts flailing into overdrive.

It takes considerably more effort, but Adrian needs to please you- maybe you’ll even reward him!- so he coughs and gasps until he can force out,

"Y-Yes,” a strained cough, “Tha-agh-thank- you-"

A smile curls your lips unbidden. Such initiative! You let your fingers stroke over his throat as your hand presses in harder.

"There, that's a good boy."

Adrian's vision whites out.

He’s not even aware of the stream of whines and moans that force their way from beneath your fingers, he doesn't notice how his body squirms against the pressure of you on top of him, he couldn't tell the frantic thumping of his tail from that of his heart- all he can focus on is the red hot ecstasy filling every inch of him to bursting, the transcendent bliss of being so thoroughly claimed, so completely controlled, so wholly owned by you.

He's still hiccupping moans and thumping his tail when you withdraw your hand for fear of suffocating him, these needy little noises escaping his already bruising throat.

His head lolls back and his mouth falls open as you remain suspended above him, taking in your handiwork.

He’s so vulnerable, his entire body open and happily exposed to you, every muscle trembling in the aftershocks. His chest heaves as sweat and tears drip down onto his shirt, but he seems to pay no mind as his vacant eyes flutter up at you. He struggles to keep them open as a dopey grin spreads across his bitten lips, and you have to bite your own to stop from returning it.

Then, your eyes travel down to the steadily shrinking tent of his pants, now adorned with a dark wet stain- just like you expected.

Hot.

"Pathetic."

You sit back on you heels, seemingly alerting Adrian to your absence as his hand flies up to grab his throat with a high whine- but you cut that shit off right away.

"Yeah, no, I'm not trying to catch a murder charge tonight, thanks. Besides," your eyes pointedly flick down between his spread legs, causing his face to heat up though he makes no move to close them, "it looks like you got more than your share- frankly, you should be grateful for anything I'm willing to give you."

Adrian's voice is hoarse when he tries to insist, "I am! I-" he cuts off with a heavy cough, which only has you wincing with guilt a little. "I'm- I'm grateful. I am!"

You don't doubt it, especially looking into those watery, red-rimmed puppydog eyes of his. However, you do like to be cruel, and you did just get a bunch of texts from some of your friends about this 'super crazy thing you don't wanna miss and you gotta get down here right now!', (and you're maybe feeling a little uncharacteristically giddy as you fully process your situation) so...

"Doesn't matter, I can't reward this insolence."

You untie the shoelace with a deft tug and slide off the bed without another word.

Adrian just barely stops himself from whining again, the sudden loss of the pressure around his wrists leaving him feeling untethered. He has to dig his nails into his hands as he watches you collect your things (the covered platter lay forgotten on the table, insult to injury), just to keep from reaching out for you.

He wants desperately to follow you, but he can't make his body move for how relaxed and heavy it feels, and he knows it would probably just upset you more anyway- and not in the good way.

“Oh, and Adrian?” You slap the doorframe as you hang off of it, and your use of his name has Adrian's groggy head springing up to face you instantly, ears high and eyes hopeful.

“Next time you want a picture of me, just ask. That way I can knock some sense into you right away.” You tap the frame again, a crooked grin fixing your lips before you push off.

“See ya tomorrow!”

Still too fuzzy to move, and in fresh shock from that almost-genuine smile, he can only listen forlornly as your steps grow fainter and fainter until the door shuts downstairs. Then, he's helpless to do anything beyond replay the events of the past ten minutes in obsessive detail in attempts to permanently document every single sensation you gave to him.

He only manages to move about a half hour later, when his phone buzzes with a text.

He slowly leans over the bed and lifts his phone from the floor, blinking blearily as he reads... your name. Attached to a ludicrously extravagant lunch order for tomorrow.

The phone drops from his fingers like lead.

How?

His heart starts racing as he wracks his brain to recall when you put his number in your phone- then, his tail starts up again as he wonders if he'll be punished for already having yours in his (not for anything weird! he just likes to type out walls of text complimenting every part of you and telling you exactly the ways he wants you to destroy him and then deleting them- but maybe he'll send the next one).

It must mean something good if you want to keep in close contact with him, right? That must mean you aren't really mad at him, right? That must mean you like him, right? You still think he’s a good boy, right?

Another text lights up his phone. He scrambles to grab it back, hands shaking as he holds the screen close to his face.

[ur gnna b my bitch 4evr now]

A shaky giggle escapes him.

Those are easily the most beautiful words he’s ever read.

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dominating floch

୨୧ hange

hange in white lacy underwear ✯ fluffy hange ✯ subby hange ✯ coworker hange ✯ fingerfucking with hange ✯ hange eating out their virgin baby ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ pretty boys birthday ✯ face sitting with hange ✯ too needy ✯ hange with a happy trail ✯ writing poems with hange ✯ falling asleep with hange ✯ modern high school hange ✯ sub hange x dom reader ✯ hange ordering you to touch yourself ✯ coworker hange 2

୨୧ pieck

pieck´s boobs ✯ having camgirl pieck as your roomate ✯ body-ody-ody pieck ✯ rich ceo pieck ✯ high pieck ✯ scissoring with pieck ✯ mommy pieck

୨୧ ymir

needy ymir ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ historia x ymir x reader

୨୧ yelena

yelena with gun kink ✯ submissive yelena ✯ readers spicy story ✯ yelena fucking your face with her strap

୨୧ hitch

bestfriend hitch

୨୧ annie

annie´s doll ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ mikasa and annie corrupting you

୨୧ mikasa

mikasa eating you out over your underwear ✯ yandere roommate mikasa ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ subby mikasa ✯ breeding kink with mikasa (male!reader) eren and mikasa as parents mikasa and annie corrupting you ✯

mikasa teasing you ✯ mikasa x erens ex ✯ mikasa nsfw alphabet ✯ threesome with eren and mikasa

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vampyan · 10 months ago

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☾ ꕀ 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 & 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

❧ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼

ellie williams ˖ abby anderson

❧ 𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓷𝓸 𝔂𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓪

kyojuro rengoku ˖ obanai iguro ˖ tengen uzui & wives ˖ shinobu kocho ˖ sanemi shinazugawa ˖ shinjuro rengoku ˖ zenitsu agatsuma ˖ inosuke hashibira ˖ tanjiro kamado ˖ genya shinazugawa ˖ muzan kibutsuji ˖ akaza ˖ gyutaro ˖ gyokko ˖ hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred)

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖ lae’zel ˖ minthara

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖ silco ˖ sevika

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖ catra ˖ shadow weaver / light spinner ˖ adora

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

john doe / joker ˖ edward nygma / riddler ˖ harvey dent / two-face ˖ harley quinn

❧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

goku ˖ vegeta ˖ broly (dbs only) ˖ frieza ˖ frost ˖ beerus ˖ android 17 ˖ android 18 ˖ zamasu ˖ goku black ˖ jiren

❧ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

mizu (blue eye samurai) ˖ sidon (loz botw & totk) ˖ john doe (visual novel) ˖ victor van dort (corpse bride)

❧ 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

coming soon!

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✓ fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

✓ dom!reader x sub!yandere!character (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

✓ fem or afab!reader for nsfw. fem or gender-neutral!reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader bc i will usually default to fem)

✓ non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

✓ polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, ellie x reader x dina, uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

✓ a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

✓ monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: werewolf!ellie, cryptid!kyojuro, eldritch horror!yandere)

✓ kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✘ sub!reader x dom!character

✘ male or amab!readers.

✘ kink no-no’s: (sexual) non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

✘ forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

#.˚🕯️ ݁ ˖ 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 #blog rules #request rules #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub!yandere

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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had this brainrot of a puppyboy fitness streamer who's kinda dumb and doesn't understand why their chat wants them shirtless 24/7

Chief, your brain is massive... The polar opposite to catboy streamer. Athletic, Out-going, never says no to a hug from fans they pass by pure coincidence on their morning jog- Puppy is more than happy to preform their workouts from different angles per requested by fans so they can get a good look as their.. positions. Jokes about selling their sweaty towels because fans keep begging for them which brings out the absolute freaks of the chat. Streams at home, parks, or local gyms where fans try to pinpoint from the tiniest deals to meet their sweet pup in person

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere insert #yandere oc #hybrid reader #puppyboy reader

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yandere-yandere-yandere · 3 years ago

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You think you could do a Nieto Monoma x male reader. You can do anything you want with it, I just want more Monoma love

EVERYONE THIS IS MY FRIEND KOREY!! @koreyborey I love him very much and you should as well bc he’s perfect 🔪🔪IT CUT OUT WHEN I WAS WRITING I LOST SHIT IM GOING TO DO A CRIME. This is normal Neito Monoma not yandere. Fun fact as you are reading this, just know I made fun of Korey for misspelling Neito’s name.

Relationship head cannons Neito Monoma x male reader

⚠️this will have spice at the bottom, stop at the warning if you aren’t comfortable with that.

Chronic stupid bitch disease

Pretentious tsundere bitch with attitude issues

Trys to be arrogant

Shocker, he doesn’t just lose the attitude for a long while

He’ll be kinda mean for a bit till he decides to test the waters a bit

Once he sees a reaction he likes he’ll be a lot nicer and way less on guard then he was

I don’t CARE if the wiki says he’s 5'7 he’s ACTUALLY 5’2 1/2 BECAUSE I SAID SO

Give him flowers and he’ll melt. Deadass

Really wants your attention

Headpats? Headpats.

King of forehead kisses.

Absolutely a he/they king. Don’t fight me on this we both know it’s true.

Kiss his.,,. cheek…..,, please,….,,..,

Absolutely dresses you up and there is nothing you can do about it because he gets this stupid happy puppy look every damn time you say ok

Wants ATTENTION. PLEASE.

A puppyboy.

One kiss makes ego go through the roof. More plz

Idk how tall/short you are let him be the little spoon. Let him be held. He’ll hold you he just wants to be help for a bit.

Sleeps with a smile when you hold him

Gets you lots of gifts and does a lot of tasks for you

Wants kiss in return

Or a smile, he’s not picky

He reminds you he loves you like 56 times a day. Just so you don’t forget :D

“Hey y/n?” “Yeh?” “Love you! :D” “I love you too, but don’t you tell me like 30 minutes ago?” “Yeah, just wanted to make sure you remembered. :) ” sweet boy

He really wants to make sure you remember

Ok spice time, go away children; take a fruit snack on the way out.

A bottom leaning switch

Into biting(both you and him), being a ropebunny, marks(receiving), praise(both of y’all), overstimulation (him)

And light pet play but shhh he’s shy

Really likes casual affection during the act

Desperately wants to please you

He’ll let you use him however you want bc he thinks it’s hot

Kisses you wherever he can. Your tummy isn’t safe from butterfly kisses

His favorite place to kiss is your face, shoulders, tummy, and thighs.

He’s a bit of a worshipper. Don’t say it tho he’s embarrassed

Holding hands and fucking is a must

He doesn’t care who’s receiving, him with a cock or strap-on, or you with his cock

He’s about 5.2 inches long with medium thickness

Will do whatever you say, suck your fingers? On it. Your cock/strap-on? Cool. Oh the gag? Ya sure I was going to ask to wear it in a second. Ride? Hell ya. Want him to wear vibes? I wanted to know how they felt anyways. A dress? Sure, looks comfortable. Swallow your cum? Did you think he wasn’t?

Crys sometimes, it’s really cute

His safeword is prune juice idk why

Will be a bit bratty at first, he wants to be put in place

His moans are so cute, along with the rare please, fuck, shit, oh god, sobbing, and begging

#Neito Monoma #Neito Monoma smut #neito x reader #monoma neito #bnha neito #mha #bnha #mha neito #monoma x y/n #monoma supremacy #monoma imagines #monoma headcanons #monoma x reader #mha monoma #my hero academia monoma #monoma smut #Neito smut

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vampcubus · 5 years ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 / 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 .

minors and ageless blogs do not interact. you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but my writing mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog writes & interacts with dark content. you are responsible for curating your online experience, not me.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

askbox is open to everyone, dms usually reserved for mutuals. don't msg me with the intent to sext or you'll be blocked.

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 & 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 .

𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄

› vi . sevika . silco .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒

› ellie williams . abby anderson .

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝟑

› karlach . lae’zel . minthara .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄

› taash . cassandra pentaghast . varric tethras . krem .

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑

› kyojuro rengoku . tengen uzui . obanai iguro . shinjuro rengoku . akaza . gyutaro . kagaya ubuyashiki . muzan kibutsuji .

𝐒𝐇𝐄-𝐑𝐀

› scorpia . catra . entrapta . hordak . adora . shadow weaver .

𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐙𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐖

› prince sidon .

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐈

› mizu .

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀

› cathleen bate / star and stripe . toshinori yagi / all might .

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

› goku . vegeta . gohan . broly (dbs only) . frieza . shin . zamasu . frost . android 18 . android 17 . gamma 1 & 2 . tapion .

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

› nebula (mcu) . victor van dort (corpse bride) . vulgora (the arcana) .

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 .

› 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

oneshots, quick thirsts/drabbles, and headcanons.

dom!reader x sub!character. top or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant.

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will write fem or gender-neutral for sfw (pls specify if you'd prefer a gn!reader)

i prefer to write abt romance but platonic relationships are welcome.

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

i write primarily in canon but ask me about AUs

yandere!character

non-sexual non-con (non-con touching/affection), dub-con, controlling behavior, obesession, manipulation, blood & gore.

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega!readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, obamitsu x reader, uzuren x reader, inotan x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

hybrid au, demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom) catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys, etc...

(despite the high saturation of nsfw content on this blog, wholesome fluff & sfw are very welcome! i actually like writing sfw a little more 🫢)

𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 : reverse comfort, bed sharing, confident/forward readers, vampires, monster/cryptid!character au, yandere!character, hybrid au, soulmate au, sickfics.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 : mommy kink, master kink, dacryphilia, pet play, collars, corruption kink, rigging, overstimulation, edging, spit kink, blood kink, choking, strap use, pegging, rimming, tribbing, scissoring, praise kink, masochist subs, dumbifacation, size kink/size difference, monsterfucking, threesomes, harems.

› 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

sub!reader x dom!character

switch!reader

male/amab!readers

kink no-no's: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, foot fetish, piss play/watersports/omorashi, maledom.

sexual abuse, forced pregnancy, miscarriages, emergency requests.

#‧₊⚰️˚⊹ navigation #rules for requests #rules #sub!kny #sub!arcane #sub!bg3 #sub!dbz #sub!she-ra #kny x reader #corpse bride x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #dbz x reader #she-ra x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #arcane x reader

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suiana · 1 year ago

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ms. suiana i don’t wanna be pushy, n you don’t hafta do this ‘f you don’t wanna, but could you maybe possibly do somethin’ yan! stalker related??

if you do, thank youuu!!!!! ૮⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝ ა

i love him he’s my boye!! ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝•༝•⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

puppyboy anon <33

"..."

"well? if you have something to say just spit it out."

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to watch you sleep..."

you huff, crossing your arms as you stare at the male.

"hey. we both know I'm not talking about that. plus you're not even sorry. you watch me sleep every night."

the male slumps in his seat, looking at his hands as he pouts. you shake your head and sigh. this was taking forever!

"cmon just admit that you broke my plate."

"t-that wasn't me! it was the cat!"

"we don't have a cat."

the male looks away embarrassed, the pink on his cheeks increases and the gleam of sweat across his forehead sparkles. picking at his lip, his knee bounced nervously. it was obvious that he was lying.

"if you keep lying, no more kisses."

"I'm sorry I broke your plate!"

#suiana's sinners #puppyboy anon #yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere stalker #yandere scenarios #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #suiana brainrotting #suiana rambling

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suiana · 3 months ago

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✎ masterlist part 3 . . .

yandere saw

yandere old money bf

yandere hair barber

yandere roommate

yandere farmer

yandere corpse husband

yandere husband

yandere friend

yandere australian

yandere judge

yandere teaching assistant

yandere police officer x reader x yandere cellmate

yandere secretary

yandere kdrama bully harem

yandere fae

yandere fake hero

yandere otome isekai reverse harem

yandere fake omega

yandere vietnamese roommate

yandere puppyboy

yandere alien zookeeper

#masterlist #yandere masterlist #tw yandere #yandere x reader

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yanderambling · 2 years ago

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thank you both so much!! i decided to mix these up a bit so have Adrian being jealous over reader bullying someone else (and then doing something about it...)! i hope you like~ also: i changed the gif for... reasons, sorry lol i swear this won't be a thing okay bye enjoy <3

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 2.2k

you can read the original post here!

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, breaking/entering, violence, mild gore, suggestive shit too ygi

Adrian watches in stunned horror as you crowd another student against the wall of the school hallway.

You lean your face close to theirs, some sweet poison dripping from your tongue, and they laugh nervously. They keep pressing back against the wall, as if they want to get away from you.

What an idiot. Doesn’t this moron see that they're being blessed in this moment? Don't they know that others would kill to be in their position?

Adrian feels the wooden bento box lid crack under his fingers.

He'd struggled not to assume the worst when you hadn't been at your spot to pick it up today, but now he just feels like a fool for harboring hope.

How could this happen? How could you do this to him? How could this person be more important than his homemade lunch? Than him? Have you gotten bored of him already? What does this dimwit have to offer you that he doesn't?

He's standing in front of you before he realizes he'd moved.

It's even harder to watch up close- your sparkling, predatory eyes tracking every uncomfortable shift of your victim, your body closing them in, making them feel trapped.

Oh, how Adrian aches to be your prey again.

Luckily, it only takes few seconds of awkward hovering before you register his presence.

"Oh- ha, shit. Hey," You tap the other student's shoulder, despite their full attention already being on you, "you've met my mutt, right? Just a sec."

You turn to face him, one hand still on the wall just above the other student's shoulder. Adrian blessedly can't focus on it over the euphoric mantra of my mutt my mutt my mutt echoing in his head.

Your fingers brushing over his as you snatch the lunch away is just enough to break him out of it.

"Great, fuck off now." You turn back to the other student as you jam the box into your bag.

No.

No no no no no.

That can't be it. He can't just leave you here to be swept away by some bland bambi wannabe, resigning him to forever trailing behind, vying for the scraps of your cruelty. No, he can't have that. He can't live off of that.

Stricken by a new sense of panic, Adrian can do little more than remain uncertainly by your side, leveling an unnerving glare at the other student as he imagines every single way he'd like to take them out of the equation.

"I like this jacket." You remark with an infuriatingly flirtatious edge.

"Th-thanks." The student stutters, flinching when you pick an imaginary piece of lint off their arm. Adrian clenches his hands into fists. "Uh, it was a birthday gift, from- from my parents."

A knowing smirk curls your lips as you nod in faux interest (Adrian can tell). "Yeah? Looks expensive. I wonder what else your folks got you?"

The other student starts to look even more uncomfortable, shifting on their feet as their eyes dart around in search of an escape route.

Oh. So that's your plan, skim off their birthday haul? Of course.

Now that he thinks about it, Adrian recalls that this student is somewhat notorious for having wealthy parents- but, hell, Adrian's parents are definitely richer than theirs! Why didn't you just come to him? (Because you have no idea; he certainly doesn't dress like it, he walks to school, and it's not like you pay him too much mind outside of the lunches and entertainment he provides anyway.)

"I can give you money."

You slowly turn your head to face him, a dangerous edge to the movement that sends a thrill down Adrian's spine.

"Did you not hear me before? I said fuck off."

Adrian's gut clenches unpleasantly, torn between his instinct to obey you and his desire to stay the object of your attention.

The latter wins out pretty quickly.

"...no."

Your entire demeanor shifts.

A manic, incredulous sort of smile spreads across your face as the challenge fully registers. Adrian notices your unoccupied hand flexing beside you as you turn to face him fully. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so wild, so feral. The force of your stare is enough to have him cowering, ears flattening as his tail tucks firmly between his legs (more to hide his tenting crotch than out of fear).

Your voice is menacingly level as you say,

"The fuck did I just hear?"

Adrian is pretty sure his heart has stopped beating.

He's completely frozen, his throat clicking as he struggles for something, anything to say, to get that intense glare off him but also please dear god don't look away-

"Uh- I, ah- I- I didn't- um-"

Brrrriinngg!

Adrian flinches as the bell rings, and he just barely sees the other student ducking under your arm and scurrying off to class.

"Fuck!"

You slam your fist into the concrete wall, causing Adrian to flinch again, though he stays rooted to his spot in front of you.

"See what you did? Stupid fucking mutt..."

You shove past him roughly, and the pain of his shoulder colliding with the wall is beautifully complemented by the residual warmth of your body against his.

He watches in shock as you stalk down the hall and disappear from sight.

He can't believe he did that. He can't believe he's still standing. He wonders what would've happened if the bell hadn't rung, if you two hadn't been on school grounds...

A shiver surges through his body at the thought, and he has to physically shake himself to return his mind to the issue at hand.

Crisis averted.

For now.

Throughout the day, you corner that student exactly five more times. Adrian manages to interfere with every single one.

It's at the end of the school day, after you've told him off rather disappointingly for getting involved again (and you don't even give him a good punch for his trouble), that Adrian decides he needs a more permanent solution.

It isn't hard to follow your new target home, god knows he's had plenty of practice, and their security's not much trouble either. It's remarkably robust for a home system, but Adrian is a lonely nerd with too much time on his hands and practical experience. Dismantling it takes less than an hour.

Once he's inside, it's just a matter of scribbling a threatening note in unidentifiable handwriting (stating, in no uncertain terms, that they shouldn't even think of going near you again if they know what's good for them), hiding in their closet to take polaroids of them asleep, removing a lock of their hair to attach to the note alongside the polaroids, and leaving it all on their desk for them to find in the morning.

He's got it down to a science at this point.

The rest of his night is spent outside your window, watching you sleep and wishing things would go back to normal.

When it's still only your friends at your usual spot the next morning, Adrian feels disappointment weigh him down for the rest of his walk.

But, when he gets to school, he sees you openly scanning the hallways. Alone, no new victim in sight.

It seems they're trying to listen, at least. Emboldened by the lack of competition, Adrian hurriedly brings you your lunch.

You still dismiss him almost immediately.

He's tempted to defy you again, if only for you to give him a second glance, but he really doesn't think he could handle the rush again this soon.

Instead, he watches from a distance as you continuously try to track your new target down, and they consistently evade you.

He has to commend their effort- going to classes without textbooks, hiding in every nook and cranny when you passed, they even ate their lunch in the bathroom- it's looking like they might just be able to comply.

Until school lets out, and you catch them sneaking around the back.

"Hey! You have not been easy to find. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're avoiding me."

Adrian stays hunkered in the shadows as the other student stiffens and slowly turns to face you.

"Leave me alone."

The demand is so quiet, it's mostly lost to the ambient hum of the town around you.

You pull a familiar smirk and sidle closer to them, confidence emanating from your every movement. "What was that?"

They suddenly stumble backwards, just barely saving themself from overbalancing as they shout,

"Leave me alone!"

Your eyes widen at the outburst, and Adrian notices you checking for new witnesses as you raise your hands defensively.

"Woah, woah, what's the-"

"Just- just leave me alone! I know who you are, okay? I-I know what kind of person you are, the- the things you do, and I don't- I don't want anything to do with you! Okay? Or- or your creepy fucking friend, either!"

"My wha-?"

"I don't- None of it! Listen- my-my mom's a lawyer, you know? She could have you arrested for-for harassment, or worse! So just- just leave me alone!"

They turn and flee before you can get another word out.

You're left standing stunned, your hands clenching into fists as you fully process this rejection, this humiliation, this complete and utter undermining of your power.

You can't just go after them, you're not willing to test that whole "lawyer mom" claim, but every second you spend idle stokes the fury smoldering within you.

You need to purge it. You need to take it out on something.

Adrian steps around the corner.

"You."

That one word is enough to make him melt into a puddle.

He's helpless to do anything but stare wide-eyed as you storm over to him. He doesn't even brace himself for the punch, falling to the ground with a sharp groan.

"What the fuck did you do? Huh? What'd you do you little fucking creep?"

You punctuate each question with a kick to his prone form, forcing him to release a litany of moans containing equal parts pain and ecstasy.

This, this is how it's supposed to be; your undivided attention on him, your complete focus on touching him, on making him feel. He's the only one you should want to treat like this, to devote your time, your energy, your passion to.

"Can't keep your fucking nose out of my business, can you?" Another kick. Adrian keens. "Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now, you stupid mutt?"

Yes yes yes.

Another kick, this one landing somewhere on his head. As he feels blood trickle into his eye, Adrian briefly wonders if he's died and gone to heaven.

A solid foot to his stomach tells him he's very much still alive, but with it comes a heady lightness spreading throughout his whole body. Another and he feels like he's floating on the high of your touch, your anger, like he could sink into it and be wrapped up in the warmth of your rage. Another and his vision starts to white out. He's known no greater pleasure in life than surrendering to your furious whims, nothing else has ever felt so right. He wants nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Then the kicking stops.

Adrian instinctively whines at the loss, a high whimper lingering in the back of his throat as his head shoots up to search for you.

You're already stomping away, still muttering quiet curses (though Adrian can't hear them over the blood rushing in his ears) and too far off to catch his pitiful mewling. He doesn't take his eyes off you until you round a corner, and even then his gaze helplessly lingers on the space you had occupied.

He stays laying there long after you leave, blissfully basking in the afterglow of your abuse (he doesn't think his shaking legs would support him for awhile anyway). It isn't until he hears a car start nearby that he forces himself, ever so slowly, to make his way home.

He sneaks in with little trouble, rushing to the bathroom to hide away and admire your handiwork.

Deep, angry bruises are already forming all over his skin, some home to lightly bleeding cuts. Adrian presses on each one as he finds them, committing them to memory as he bites his cheek to keep quiet (it's a losing battle).

Loathe as he is to disfigure your art, he knows you won't have the chance to create more if someone finds out (nobody else could possibly understand the bond you share, so intimate and complex as it is), so he begrudgingly cleans the wounds and patches himself up.

It's a familiar process, almost habit by now, and after the bandages and makeup and careful positioning of clothing, nobody would suspect he'd so much as tripped.

But he knows.

He reminds himself every other second while he's camped outside your house that night, methodically fidgeting with every injury as he works his way across his body. He unconsciously applies extra force against the bruises littering his thighs, unable to tear his gaze from your sleeping face.

He wants to do more (god does he want to), but he can't. He could never.

Not without you.

He'll simply have to settle for torturing himself in the meantime, refreshing your marks so they stay effective, just until you get another chance to do it yourself.

When he sees you at your spot the next day (now carrying a lot of extra cash on the off-chance you decide to empty his pockets), he doesn't even try to stop his tail from wagging.

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concept: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~1k

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, reader smoking

in case this looks familiar: this is my best recreation of a story i posted on my deleted account- i loved it too much to let it die, hopefully you'll like it too!

Adrian tries in vain to still his wagging tail, but it only propels faster as he gets closer to you.

This happens every morning: he passes by your "spot" where you hang out with your delinquent friends before school, and you always make sure to give him trouble- and it never gets easier for him to handle.

Sure, he could take a different route to school. Hell, he could even just cross the street. But then how would you catch his eye as he passes and send his heart racing? How would you snatch his tail between your fingers and give it a harsh tug that has him stumbling to a stop and biting back a moan?

"What's got you so excited this morning, freak?"

Adrian chokes on his words, causing your friends to mutter and laugh amongst themselves. He clears his dry throat before trying again, but it's so hard to focus on words with your fingers gripped in his fur.

"N-nn-Nothing."

You scoff. "That's what you say every morning, though." You gesture at him with his own tail, your voice dripping with bored condescension. "I'm starting to think this thing is broken."

The uncomfortable pressure makes Adrian's stomach flip in the most delicious way. "'m-'m sorry..." He murmurs, his heavy tongue struggling to form the words he wasn’t really sure why he was saying.

Another scoff from you, this one distinctly amused (god you’re beautiful when you laugh, even your mockery is breathtaking). "Yeah, you're sorry alright."

Adrian sees one of your friends start to step forward in his periphery, but you halt them with a simple wave of your hand.

Adrian's heart soars.

That's right! You're the only one that gets to touch him like this! You're the only one that gets to pull his tail and pinch his ears, that gets to yank his shirt and steal the breath from his lungs, that gets to grab his arm so hard he’s left pushing on the bruise for a week. Wow, you don't even want your friends getting close to him- you must really care for him!

"The hell are you smiling for?"

Adrian jumps at your blunt words, blinking at you with wide eyes as he struggles to bite down on his grin. "I- I'm not- sure- I-" He can't just say it, he knows how flustered you get about him around your friends, but he also can't very well ignore you. He gulps. “I'm- I don't- I'm not, um-"

You cut him off with a breathy, sardonic laugh (he can all but hear the angelic choir underscoring it). "Oh, jesus, whatever. Where's my damn lunch?"

Adrian perks up at this, a direction. “Oh!” He quickly turns to retrieve it from his bag, the motion causing your grip to tighten and his tail to be jerked in a downright sinful manner.

“H-hhnn-h-here…” He digs out an expensive-looking bento box, quickly holding it out to you with both hands.

Adrian has been bringing you a homemade lunch every morning for the better part of the school year (made by himself with lots of love and only a little spit, but you seem to like it so much!), content with eating from the convenience store so the butler doesn’t get suspicious about him packing two lunchboxes. He's happy to do it, to know he's serving you every day, that his dedication and affection are regularly being consumed by you- it's an honor that thrills him to no end. (You just think you're taking his lunch, and that his mom is a killer cook.)

You snatch the box from him, giving his tail a final (mouthwatering) tug before you open the container. Adrian subconsciously holds his breath as your mouth curls into a tantalizing smirk.

"Sushi, huh? Trying to get on my good side, mutt?" You flick his ear as you snap the bento closed.

Adrian is surprised his legs haven’t given out. "Y-yea-ea- I- I know it's- your favorite..."

You snort, even managing to make that sound like music to his ears. “Yeah, I'll bet."

You swing your bag around and stuff the lunch away, drawing your hand back with a cigarette and lighter.

Adrian watches in awe as you hold it to your mouth; he’s completely enraptured by the way your sweet lips purse around the filter, the way your fingers flex as they ignite it, the way the flame reflects in your entrancing eyes, the way your cheeks hollow the slightest bit as you puff. He’s practically drooling as he watches the smoke crawl from your parted lips.

"What are you waiting for, a tip? Get lost."

Adrian startles out of his reverie, blinking slowly as he comes back to himself. Oh, right. He's given you what you needed from him, he can leave now.

Damn.

He obediently ducks his head and hurries on his way, only throwing about a dozen or so glances back your way before he rounds a corner.

Leaving you is a physical pain, and it hurts more each time he has to do it. Every step away from you is like a knife to his chest, every inhale of air you haven't breathed is suffocating- but it's a pain he's more than happy to feel. Because to feel the pain of leaving means he got to be around you at all, a sacred privilege he still isn't sure how he earned.

It's not because he's a hybrid, they make up over half the school and you've never payed any of them the same attention- no, you chose him. For one reason or another- love, destiny, (he's an easy target; solitary, never fights back, eager to follow your demands, and he doesn't tell anything to anyone no matter what you do to him. he’s pathetic, really, but a nice little puppy to have around), whatever it may be- you chose him.

And you just keep choosing him.

With this reassurance in mind (and one of his many treasured photo albums of you open on his phone), Adrian continues his trek to school with a skip in his step.

He's already looking forward to watching you eat his lunch from across the cafeteria.

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