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[sk3tch404]

Guys I basically graduated wtf am I supposed to do but goon and work now #notbreakingthecycle

Some burly ass man kidnap me and give me free food plz

[requiego]

Grand Introduction

summary | chrollo takes you to meet the phantom troupe.

tags | yandere!chrollo x gn!reader, implied kidnapping, ermm phantom troupe talking shit behind ur back

wc | 1.6k

You never thought you'd say this, but you missed Chrollo's gaudy hotel rooms.

You should've never told him you'd trade his expensive taste over the shittiest box-apartment you could find, so long as you would be free from him—if you hadn't, you probably wouldn't be here right now, sat in a concrete corner with your knees drawn up to your chest.

You didn't know what you were expecting out of your first meeting with the Troupe. Sure, you'd been with Chrollo long enough to know that they met in some fairly peculiar places, but an old, abandoned shipyard felt like it was too much. Like they were trying to play up their reputation by meeting in the dingiest place possible, even though no outsider but you would see.

Arguably, your opinion mattered the least.

You'd migrated to the corner about five minutes after your terribly awkward introduction, in which you received mostly wary glares and condescending comments. The only one of them who was even slightly nice to you was Shizuku, who didn't seem to care that much that you were some weirdo Chrollo picked up off the street.

For once in your life, Chrollo had let you leave his side, barely putting up a fight as you detached his hand from your own. He continued laying out some plan to raid some fancy auction, hardly paying any mind to your relocation efforts.

And, after a while, they just…stopped speaking. Chrollo pulled out a book from his pocket, and a few of them grouped up and began playing cards, barely speaking a word to each other. One of them, the short, accent-having one, sat on a windowsill and gazed longingly out the broken window, completely unmoving for at least 30 minutes.

For a group of esteemed killers, you thought they were all pretty loser-ish. The only one who was even semi-cool was Pakunoda, who had left pretty much the moment Chrollo was done talking. You wish she would've taken you with her.

People-watching was never your forte, so you got bored quickly, shoving your face into your arms and squeezing your eyes shut. You were never good at sleeping anywhere but your bed, but, if you tried hard enough, maybe you could nap the rest of this excursion away and wake up in Chrollo's sleek, black car, on the way back to your stupid penthouse hotel room.

God, even the thought of it pissed you off. You could imagine the dumb smile on his face as he asked you how you enjoyed spending the day with the Troupe, sitting on a concrete floor with nothing to do. You'd dodge the question endlessly, or you'd just straight up lie, whichever one you felt privy to in the moment.

Whatever, you couldn't think about this right now. You needed to think about calmer things—the sound of the ocean outside, crashing against the cement edges of the shipyard, or the wind hitting the walls of the building you sat inside.

You could imagine yourself somewhere else, if you really tried. In your childhood home, curled up against your mom while you watched Cinderella for the 30th time. You could pretend like the ocean was the rain that so often raged against your roof. It was late and she'd let you stay up to watch the movie, so you were dozing off on her arm, barely paying attention to what the Fairy Godmother had to say, and—

You're getting up before you even realize it. Instead of making yourself fall asleep, you'd just upset yourself instead. Okay, so you'd go to Plan B: take a walk. Chrollo's eyes shifted over to you almost instantly, watching curiously as you marched over to him somewhat angrily.

"I was beginning to think you died," he hummed, setting his book down next to him. "You didn't move for three hours."

"Is there a bathroom in here?" you ask, ignoring his comment. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, anxious knowing that more than just Chrollo's eyes are on you right now.

"Sure," Chrollo nods, standing up. You hate the way he towers over you, especially now that you're in front of all of his colleagues. "I'll walk you there."

In true Chrollo fashion, he links his arm with yours, practically dragging you along with him. You walk past the group of them playing cards, and they pay you absolutely no mind as you walk past. Chrollo simply leads you down the hall and to the right, leaving you in front of a door that looked like it was about to fall off its hinges.

"It's not the nicest, but it'll do, yes, dear?" he asks, tilting his head. You wished you could sock him in the face.

"Kill yourself," you reply shortly, walking in and carefully shutting the door behind you. If you felt comfortable slamming it, you would've.

The bathroom was entirely worse for wear, but it wasn't like you actually needed it. Instead of using it for its intended purpose, you paced back and forth endlessly, trying to get your energy out. It was your own fault for thinking of your mother, true, but it was Chrollo's fault that you hadn't seen or talked to her in a year and a half. Oh, how you'd kill to see her again, to feel her arms around your shoulders and to hear her nagging you to do the dishes after family dinners.

You pace until you're out of breath and ready to re-enter society, if the Phantom Troupe could even be considered that. You shove the image of Cinderella to the very back of your mind, flushing the toilet with your foot and rinsing your hands for as long as you can possibly muster.

You take a few deep breaths and carefully open the door, only to be met with…nothing.

Chrollo had returned to their meeting room. In fact, you could hear the sounds of their voices again, echoing down the hallway. You were entirely alone and out of sight, and your captor was engaged with his peers.

You feel sick to your stomach. Chrollo knows you won't try to run, especially not now, surrounded by some of the strongest people in the world. More than that, he knows you're useless in the face of danger, so he was calm enough to leave you alone.

You decide that it's probably best for you to avoid trying to stick it to the man, so you begin to walk back to the meeting room. About halfway into your journey, though, you stop dead in your tracks at the sound of someone saying your name.

"What worth do they even have?" a smooth, brusque voice says, and you cringe. This was the worst day of your life thus far, maybe, worse than when you were literally kidnapped. "I'm sorry, Boss, but it's starting to feel like your fling is getting in the way of our main goals."

"I think you're being hypocritical, Phinks," Machi, who has the only voice you can recognize, says. "Uvo has had a girl chained up in his house for months, and you've never said a word about that."

"She doesn't come with him everywhere."

"Yes, and she weighs, like, 90 lbs because Uvo doesn't actually give a shit about her."

"Not true!" a man you'd assume is Uvo says, his voice loud and booming down the hall. "She's allowed to roam around and make her own food now that's she's gotten over her bitchy attitude."

You wait for Chrollo's voice to cut in, but it never does. He doesn't try to defend you, not even when Phinks questions whether or not you'd ever done anything useful for him—the entire reason you were even here in the first place was because he'd gone after your nen ability. Chrollo doesn't say a word, and, while you want to say it doesn't affect you, it cuts deep.

You were just a mess. Slowly but surely, you were turning into exactly what Chrollo wanted you to be: completely complacent and reliant on him. Hanging off his every word, waiting for his approval during every moment.

Machi, after a while, stops defending your honor, tired of the back and forth between her and Phinks. Soon enough, it falls silent, and you wonder if this is your queue to return.

And then, Chrollo talks.

"Of course, I appreciate hearing your opinion, Phinks," he starts, and there's a sort of tightness in his voice akin to when you actually manage to get on his nerves. "But, a year and a half ago, [Name]'s nen ability saved your life. I don't believe you have much of a leg to stand on here."

You hate the way you relax when he says that. You hate the way you feel emboldened, suddenly ready to take on the world.

"I would prefer you refrain from speaking on my personal decisions after this, as I refrain from speaking on yours. Is that all?"

There's a sort of grumble that comes from Phinks, or so you assume, and then a shuffling of positions. You resume your walk inside, and everyone looks at you as you re-enter, pretending to be none-the-wiser. You head for your corner, ready to actually try to fall asleep this time, when Chrollo says your name to garner your attention.

You turn, and he gestures at you to come to him. You pause, embarrassment rushing through you as you change your course, shuffling over to the concrete block he's sitting on.

You sit down next to him, where you'd began your grand introduction, and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He takes out his book like nothing ever happened, returning to flipping through the pages faster than you could even begin to read them.

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Yandere Soldier x Reader - NonCon

Yandere! Soldier with his foreign accent and foreign guns. With muscles that show even underneath all his body armour.

Yandere! Soldier who's part of a platoon sent to keep an eye on your neighbourhood. Who's looking for insurrectionists hiding in plain site.

Yandere! Soldier who's suspicious of everyone and everything.

Yandere! Solider who notices you all too quickly, with your books and your pamphlets. Who's immediately suspicious about the people that come and go from your apartment at all hours.

Yandere! Soldier who barely even waits for permission from his commander before he's leading a squad to bust down your door.

Yandere! Soldier who somehow ends up in your panty drawer and who lingers far longer than he needs to. Who searches through them - ostensibly for contraband - just so he can feel the silk and lace on his calloused hands. Who keeps picturing these lacy little things under your neat pleated skirt.

Yandere! Soldier who's pissed as hell when he can't find any evidence of rebellion. Hell, even those pamphlets you were carrying around the other day are gone. Who's disturbed by how calm you are - despite a bunch of soldiers ransacking your place.

Yandere! Soldier who grabs onto your wrist right before he leaves, who looks into your eyes and says that he knows something about you is suspicious. That you might have escaped this time but at some point, you're going to slip up.

Yandere! Soldier who can't help but notice how fragile your wrists are, how delicate your neck looks. How helpless you would be if it weren't for your frighteningly sharp tongue.

Yandere! Soldier who grins just a little when you threaten to demand a replacement door from his Sergeant.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself stopping outside your apartment more and more on his patrols. Who tells his squadmates that he's suspicious of you, when really he just wants a chance to watch you go about your day.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself gripping his rifle when he sees you walking alone with your male classmates. Who more than once has them stopped and searched.

Yandere! Soldier who takes his frustration out on his sparing partners - to the point that no one wants to train with him for fear of splintered bones.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps running into you. And despite his body armour, his rifle, his rank and power, you never seem impressed or even afraid of him.

Yandere! Soldier who watches as the martial law on your city becomes stricter and stricter. First the curfew, and then the armed checkpoints, and then the armored vehicles parked on seemingly every street corner.

Yandere! Soldier who knows what really happens to suspected rebels when they're held for questioning. Who keeps thinking of your wrists dwarfed by his hands. Who keeps thinking of your pretty hands mangled by the interrogators.

Yandere! Soldier who finds himself alone outside your apartment, so nervous that his hands are trembling. Who knocks and knocks on your new door until you open it, still sluggish with sleep.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't give you a chance to scream as he shoves his way into your apartment and kicks the door closed behind him.

Yandere! Soldier who manages to hold onto you even as you kick and bite and swear at him.

Yandere! Soldier who hisses at you to just shut up and listen. That for once, he's trying to help you.

Yandere! Soldier who has to literally grab you by your collar and slam you against the wall before you stop trying to bite him.

Yandere! Soldier who tells you that the army intends to arrest you tomorrow morning on suspicion of insurgency. That he knows a place where you'll be safe.

Yandere! Solider who doesn't listen to your complaints or objections. Who zip ties your wrists together and gags you before hoisting you up on his shoulder.

Yandere! Soldier who doesn't even notice you banging your fists against his back.

Yandere! Soldier who drives all the way across the city in an armoured vehicle with you tossed across the backseat. At the checkpoints, his fellow soldiers just smirk and tell him to enjoy himself.

Yandere! Soldier who brings you to an old room in an old building. Who tosses you down on the bed and suddenly realises just how close you are.

Yandere! Soldier who slowly leans down to kiss your cheek. Who smells your perfume and feels himself slowly going feral.

Yandere! Solider who kisses down your jawline and then down your neck, his lips as light as feathers. Who runs his palms up your waist, marvelling at the softness of your skin against the roughness of his hands.

Yandere! Soldier who pins your hands above your head so he can admire your body stretched out underneath him.

Yandere! Soldier who knows this is wrong. Who knows it's going to hurt you and haunt you. Who feels his heart clench when he looks into your crying eyes.

Yandere! Soldier who knows, but fucks you anyway.

Yandere! Soldier who is so gentle, that you almost wish he meant it. Who keeps one arm wrapped around your waist the entire time. Who keeps whispering to you in his native language, his voice rough as in prayer.

Yandere! Soldier who keeps his forehead pressed against yours even as he thrusts deep inside you.

Yandere! Soldier who stays inside of you even after he comes. Who just wants to feel the warmth of your body under his. Who wants to pretend that the little muffled sounds you're making are out of affection.

Yandere! Soldier who cuts your bonds away with his combat knife. The blade catches the moonlight and it breaks his heart when you flinch away from him.

Yandere! Soldier who tries to convince himself he did the right thing. You're safe from the interrogation room, aren't you?

Yandere! Soldier who looks at your tears in the moonlight and realises his love was the worst thing that ever happened to you.

Yandere! Soldier who falls asleep with you in his arms, his dog tags pressed against your shoulder blades. Yandere! Soldier who knows that he's a monster, but holds you all the same.

Yandere! Soldier who whispers to you just before he falls asleep.

Мне жаль

I'm sorry.

Но я люблю тебя

But I love you.

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Sharky Boshaw Random Headcanons

A/n: Because I loove him but am embarassed to say and there are 7 sharky fans in existence. Might do a serious one if there's freaks like me out there. Short one because wowie I'm busy.

CW: Sharky Bowshaw and slightly proofread I'm tired. Some nsfw abt blowjobs and assumed captivity. Unhygienic men. Dudebroness.

Red neck in the front and in the back, he's ready to make you his trailer trash wifey for all time

We HAVE to address the piss bottles. He won't stop the habit, but he won't keep em around the house or anywhere near you. Just when he's sniping while he's out and about (This fuckin guy).

Sharky thinks he already looks good as he is, so YES The Mt. Dew colored sweater and sweat stained cap stays on. He'll take more showers to be a bit more gentlemanly though.

If you detest or hate violence, Sharky will tone his manic tendencies down, but his off the charts energy is staying year round. He can't stay still. He has to have a leg shaking or be fiddling in his seat with you. Usually he can be normal (Sharky's definition of normal at least), it's just that pretty girls scrunch their noses around him more often than just obediently sit there. Soo cute, he can barely contain himself.

Plays ridiculously loud music all the damn time and only turns it down when you bat those pretty lashes at him. Sure, you can yell at him, but you won't be louder than the music. Oh, and it's only metal or rock music. He can't play good country anymore because Peggys have ruined that holy music shit.

Sharky would kill for daily blowjobs. It would be nice if you gave him one for good luck before he went out and one when he came back as a, "Woah, you're still alive? Yay pull out ur weiner for a victory suck!" Because that's the fifth most important thing in life. The first being you and getting rid of Eden's Gate, of course.

Likes to keep his guns around the house, but always unloaded. He might be an adrenaline junky, but baby, if you wanna get to his ammo, you gotta go to his trusty safes or rummage through his pants. The choice is yours.

He can do chores and stuff, though, since, y'know you're already here, you goottaa play house wifey. He even moved out of the trailer park so you didn't cry and bitch about the temperature or the uncleanliness. Least you could do is keep the place clean just how you wanted it all to be, right?

He doesn't really care who says what about your guys' relationship and talks about it all the time with Hurk Jr. His cousin thinks it's bitchin' he's somehow got a hottie like you to like, be domestic and do blowies and shit. Totally rad stuff.

Sharky always put your safety first no matter what, so he does have a mini bunker as everyone else does. He keeps things stocked as much as he can so if Peggies come a-blazing, you can plant your sweet ass down there and he'll come to get you. Wow, what a knight in shining armor he is.

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Noncon is cute till he starts mouth breathing and making wet noises in ur ear trying to dirty talk

And no there is no growling and grinning

[sk3tch404]

I hate it when I'm reading x reader content and it's very chat-gpt esque. Not even rhe good old fashion "alpha daddy" type of writing. Like just trying to sound so dramatic and not even 3 seconds have passed in the moment 😫😫💀

Ai copies and steals so much from existing online writers, so I understand if one thing might just have THAT kind of kinky style, but ohhhhmygoodd people don't even try anymore.

"Like something you weren't supposed to see." "Holding a breath you weren't aware you were holding." "Too sharp. Too much. Too fake." Too annoying stop playing in my face.

[hearts4rex]

ugly yellow thing won’t shut up

[sk3tch404]

I will not rest until I suck Saw Paing's dick at least once

[stardoc676]

Ogata Yandere AU!

Just a sketch about before the kidnapping. I think I already said that Ogata is the type of guy who would sneak into your room to watch you sleep, take some photos, and play with you.

Not worrying about you waking up, he put something on your drink before.

[sk3tch404]

You have no idea how geeked i get when you post

[sk3tch404]

Yandere Will Harris Hcs

A/n: Because he's a cutie patootie and who else is gonna do it. Also, most people have estimated his age to be abt 16, so obvi sfw here!! Watched ts on Netflix and locked in. Can you tell I don't play basketball and tried using lingo I use everyday but writing wise so it's a little buns. Okay just checking.

CW: Assumed human and other-species mixed universe, so Human! Female! Reader. Emotional manipulation, eventual captivity (no explicit kidnapping, more like coerion), stalking, and narrative guilt tripping. Plz tell me if I missed anything #proofreadonce

Will has been on his own for a while. Long enough to scramble to make ends meet, but too short of a time to make complete responsible decisions 24/7. For crying out loud, not one word other than "signature" was read on his contract.

Assuming he knew you before virality, Will has been a lover-boy from day one. He'd wake up and his first thought was you, not roar ball. He'd do his morning work out, head out, do some deliveries, and finally end the day with some ball. Roar ball is his absolute escape from the stress of daily living, so when he scores, he imagines you in the stands cheering for him the loudest.

"And the crowd goes WIIILLDD! What's that? A water break? Nah, nah, I still got some fire left-- say what, we can set up a date after the game. The diner and our favorite pie..."

Sometimes-- if not every time-- he gets embarassed just how loud and imaginative he can get with it. What if you saw him flirting with himself one of these nights? It's his top fear- second to never being one of the greats in roar ball of course, but still terrifying.

After he gets his routine exile out of the cage, he goes home and tries to fall asleep to the thought of you. If he was able to make some time to watch or even talk to you between deliveries, he'd think about that the whole time.

"The card reader wasn't taking her card at the grocery store again. It was so cute, I wanted to come up and help her. I bet she would've been so nice... One day, Will. One day we'll be buying groceries together."

Will sorta gets bummed out sometimes because, would you really want to get with a delivery boy like him? He can ball like, excellently. Like major leagues, he swears! You just gotta give him some time and you won't just have to see him running out of the diner making deliveries. You'll be waiting for him after a game to congratulate him, win or loss. Hugging and petting your hands through his sweaty curls. It sounds like a total dream, but as his mother said, he's gotta dream big. And oh man, this one is up there.

He'll try to nudge you to deliver from the diner more often so he can see you sincerely, and not just stalk you. He knows he's a bit of a creep, he just can't help it! Will is a nice guy, just ask anyone there! Too many vouchers to count, you gotta trust him.

"Yeah, you liked the pie right? That's the only thing half the regulars are there for. Maybe you should make it a weekly thing since you're always working so hard and stuff. Or at least try and help me get a few more deliveries. Your boy is always on that grind."

He likes to look into your house when he meets you at the front door, and just smiles when you're about to close the door. He only peeks through windows at night time because, well broad day light with a million different species out and about will get him on a watch list for sure.

Will's favorite thing to watch you do is trying to be athletic in some way or another. You're winded from a quick jog from your house to the convenience store? Ideally, he'd run there for you instead. Your aim is so bad, you miss throwing a dirty fork into the kitchen sink? A-freaking-dorable. Throwing sticks to the other side of your yard to clear it for mowing, and it barely hits your nicely organized pile? Oh, he just knows you'd be amazed by him. He's the perfect boyfriend material for you! He has everything you lack, and vice versa.

Will tries to ask you out- multiple times actually. But every time he tries to shoot his shot, he falls flat on his face.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something. So, we've known each other for a while, and I was thinking- thinking..."

Oh God your beautiful eyes are staring into his soul, has it gotten hotter in here? Maybe he should take off his sweater, but would that look weird when he's asking you out? That would be douchey. Trying to flex nothing. Wow, you've been staring for a long time. Aw, you're so patient- get it together! She's looking so perfect for you, and you're being stupid!

"... we could hang. Yeah, hang out some time? I'm free after work. I don't do anything really. Oh, roar ball, right? You play that? I could teach you the basics or whatever. Sounds good, yeah. Just text me when I should pull up."

Will is usually super chill and open. Talking to you is just a whole different ball park. Like, he's incredibly adaptable, but wooing girls doesn't have rules laid out like Roarball. If he fouls the first round, he fouls outta the game. That's why he lingers in the friend zone for the longest time ever. He's still in your court, just benched.

He will crash the fuck out if you start taking to someone else, especially if they're another human. He knows he's destined for greatness, and sure it'll take lots of hard work, but when hasn't he done that? And when hasn't he been trying to get you to warm up to him? Man, all those times he's shown up at your door, and out of anyone you actually invite in, it's some rando who couldn't even dunk if they tried. Like come on, you're killing him here.

Will would sulk, thinking his love life is over and roar ball is really all he has. Little did he know, roar ball was just card up his sleeve to get you back to him. The moment he goes viral, he makes sure you know it. He'll have his friends text you it, beg his friends to talk about it to you in person so your phone keeps him on your feed (because honestly phones genuinely be listening for anything), and will keep throwing random hoops around you. He'll literally throw a balled up napkin from across the diner and into the bin behind the counter. Granted it makes his boss a little irritated... worth it tho. He's a roar ball sensation, and you know, you gotta admit, it's pretty cool.

Once he's signed, you're officially his girlfriend- at least in his head. One dream down, a few more to go. Sadly, he'll be too busy focusing on getting into the game rather than having game with you. He'll text you every lonely night because, now that he's extra cool, there's no reason to not text you. Might spam you once or twice with videos of him practicing with a, "Super confidential data here," trying to make you laugh despite the social difference.

Of course, his friends will update him when he's not there to stalk you. His favorite updates are pictures of you hanging with them at the diner. He loves Thorn, but God what he would do to be sitting next to you watching the game instead. At least then he could swing a cheerful arm around you with the excuse of his favorite team scoring. Now he best he could do is think about asking for an e-hug. 5 AM practice and flying around the world does not mix well with his love life, that's for sure.

After Thorn has won the Claw, he'd finally confess to you in person. The entirety of Vines came to see Thorn speak about their win, so you'd have to be in the crowd somewhere. With a hurried call, he tells you to come on back for some privacy. Will is an overall confident boy, and as of now, he's 120% sure of himself. He'll tell you all about how he's always admired you, even before he was famous and how he promises to treat you right.

If you reject him, he'll force himself to take it with stride and maturity, asking to stay friends, but he's crying like a little baby for the rest of the night. He doesn't get over it like, at all. His friends and teammates tell him it's just a phase in life he has to overcome, and they're right, but they're wrong! His games go fine, yeah, and he has great support systems; there's just this strange anxiety in the back of his head.

What are you doing now? Are you staying up late like he is? Are you scrolling through your old messages like he does? Like, a lot? Man, he could've sworn you two were soul mates. He knows your address, your order, what train you take to get to work, what sweater you wear most and are probably wearing right now; Will is dreaming- dreaming so big it hurts his head and sinks down to his heart. His pillow is usually stained with patches of tears he refuses to wash out because it's proof of how much he still loves you. It's not a phase and never will be!

He'll eventually show up on your doorstep with a big old sob story about his life and pour his whole achey breaky heart to you in hopes you feel bad enough to let him date you. He's just so innocent. Such a kind successful good intentioned guy, why would you break him like that? Is that how you repay those who were so generous? You'd think it'd be fine to let him down easy again, but those big green eyes and wobbling snout make you feel like the biggest villain of all sectors. Also, you wouldn't want to ruin the career he worked so hard to build right? From underdog to GOAT, there's no telling how bad things will get if fans get frustrated their favorite player starts lacking because a girl wouldn't go on one date with him. Heartless bitch...

So, you throw him a bone, and congratulations, you've sold your soul. The crocodile tears dissappear and you're in his penthouse as of, well, permanently. Oh, you'll wake up with breakfast at the bedside table and Will hopping around with utter joy. Living with him isn't so bad in terms of necessity. It's just so.. suffocating.

You're his first girlfriend, so he's incredibly clueless. He'll hug you at every instance, cuddle any time you even touch the bed or couch, at least try to kiss with a peck despite the biological difference in mouth structure, try to get you to hold his hoof even if it's a bit of an awkward fit, and so on.

Will would let you go out as long as he was with you. It's not that he doesn't trust you. He simply doesn't like being away from you! Why sit back at home shooting hoops he's shot a million times when he can walk around town with you? He's always extra careful to hide his identity, but if it can't be helped, he'll either just take you to a less populated space or make you stay inside. He's not forceful, just really persuasive. The good guy persona works for a while... until it doesn't.

Walking out? What is that? It's not apart of Will's dictionary because, it's not gonna happen. Maybe you'll storm out after finally having enough self respect to put your needs first, but you'll come back after the press tracks you down for invasive questioning. The second time? There is no second time because as much as he really, really doesn't want to lock you down-- make you suffer and cry-- he has the resources and power. Who will believe a random human girl over THE GOAT? Don't be stupid, stay back and watch him clutch this game okay?

If you get depressed, Will doesn't fall into his own despair. He full heartedly believes this "rough patch" can be sorted out, because you're still here with him. He has enough hope for both of you. He keeps his promise to take care, cherish, and love you through anything and everything. It's hard on him, so very hard, but he's triumphed through worse. He just has to soothe his sensitive, fragile hearted girlfriend to sleep, just as he will again and again years from now.

Will is genuinely so level headed for his age due to his past, so it doesn't even feel forced. He actually does treat you well. Don't throw it away if it ain't broken, right? The lovebombing and emotional manipulation becomes a recipe for 100% Stockholm syndrome. Whether you like it or not, you are going to love this goat just as much as he loves you, and no one is coming to save you.

His teammates only see the GOAT as someone who brought them back together, his friends see him as the underdog who got the good ending he deserved, everyone else sees him as a miracle to Vines, and you? Your whole existence is up to him now, so if he says you're someone so precious that you have to be kept watched over for your own good? You'll believe it, because now who are you to oppose his kind word?

Even if you had accepted his confession, it's a still a slippery slope down the same drain. The only way you'd get away from this guy is to completely dissappear from Vines and avoid the cities. It's either isolation or the warm furry arms of a talented, kind natured GOAT. Unless you're skilled at finding good jobs in small towns and not going insane from his team bring plastered all over the daily news feed, the latter seems pretty probable.

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Rough noncon over soft fluffy sex because a kitty needs pound town not the merry go round

[markeater]

!!Warnings: Pussy young Nolan!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Since he's never experienced love or anything close to it until now, it's hard for him to say this. The twisted society Nolan was raised in has taken root deep inside him, keeping him perpetually on edge whether he wants it or not. With youth and inexperience, you really did see most of the things you shouldn't have experienced from him. This man loved you so much he even tried to conquer your world, thinking he was showing you mercy. Believe me, reining Nolan in is incredibly hard but not impossible. It's not just him—like every Viltrumite who will taste this, he's starving for every crumb of love you give him.

And Nolan, when he truly realizes his feelings and that he's in love, will turn the entire universe into four walls for you. Just like the planets and races he's destroyed and conquered up until now, love and affection are undiscovered treasures to him. At first, he might even think something has taken over his body or infected him with something. But he won't kill you—no, he wants to understand. He wants to learn what's making him this weak. And when he does, ah, this man will seize you using every human tactic he's observed.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Nolan's life is completely woven around this. For him doing these things is normal. For you, it becomes even more normal. He truly won't spare even the people you love the most. Beg him, plead with him, fall to your knees maybe, just maybe, you might stop him from turning that person into mush.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Nolan won't mock you. But he will constantly comment on how fragile you are. "Stop acting like that. You look pathetic…" His remarks are so cold they sink into your bones. If only it were just his words—you could at least deal with that mentally. But those looks. His looks truly make a person feel like their existence is nothing. Of coursr you won't experience that unless you end up on his bad side.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Unfortunately, the first thing you'll experience is sexual abuse. If you're a woman, you'll eventually end up pregnant but if you're a man, may your soul rest in peace...he'll push you into a guilty mindset as if not being able to get pregnant were somehow your choice. Nolan is the type who will wear you down both mentally and physically. But the mental side stands out more. Because he doesn't want to be holding something completely fragile in his hands, in his own words he shows "mercy to your body." No matter how much you touch this man's heart, this is part of his nature—he struggles to separate violence from love.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Make him feel that you are a safe place where he can stand,prove it. Over time this man will place his own heart into your hands. Of course if you're someone harsh and constantly resisting, that won't happen, so it depends entirely on you. Nolan can be unfiltered about many things and he will be the same about this. He'll express his feelings to you more—how his heart aches when you're not there, the thoughts that take over his mind, how much he misses your touch. As long as Nolan can remember, he's never been used to being vulnerable, he never had the chance to behave that way. Still..everyone cracks, even if they don't realize it themselves. And those cracks will sink deeper and grow with every breath he takes from you.

He believes he can protect you from anything and everything. He's a soldier raised for an empire, just like everyone else—and now he's the one raising more of them. Not even once does the possibility that he might fail to protect you cross his mind. But sometimes…sometimes, when he goes head tohead with someone stronger than himself and takes a hit, that thought will start gnawing at his mind. It will eat away at him like cancer creeping forward quietly and insidiously. It will create a fear in him—a fear he can't confess to anyone and can never defeat by facing it directly. For him, this is a first as well. He's used to confronting his fears, not being crushed beneath them.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

You definitely shouldn't do it. He will never be pleased about it. You'll be able to clearly see the anger on his face and in his eyes. He'll complain about how you're not acting rationally and will force you to think through what you did all over again. And while all this is happening, his hands will have already found your arms, gripping them tightly—as if looking straight into his eyes will make you accept everything. And maybe it actually will,those unblinking eyes that seem to dig into the depths of your soul will break your resistance.

Nolan is someone who can break quickly, especially if it's something that affects him deeply—you can be sure it will show on his face, even if just a little. No matter how much he blames you or says you're greedy and undisciplined, in the end he'll feel an inner guilt. And before he manages to cover it up, you might catch that sudden hurt in his eyes.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Nolan isn't someone who enjoys games—especially when it comes to you. If there is anything in his life that he takes even more seriously than the empire, it's you. And he won't try to play around with that even once. He absolutely doesn't like it. He doesn't want to see you resist him, reject him or treat it like an insult to his principles. To make sure you don't even think about running away, he'll teach you certain things early on. Brutally? Maybe. Necessary? Definitely.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

I guess when you refuse to go with him, he'll start breaking the bones of whoever he sees as an obstacle, your lover, your family, your friends—right in front of your eyes. "Stop crying, they still have 203 bones intact." up in the sky, while holding them by the throat he'll look at you as if he hadn't just broken anything and speak so calmly. He could definitely kill them but he doesn'twant to leave an impact he can't take back. He can't deal with something he can't control. Still if the person he's holding hostage tries to say those stupid encouraging words for you to resist and not obey…things won't go well. That day, you'll be reminded once again that Nolan's patience exists only for you.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

At its core, absolutely a future where you're safe in his arms and if possible carrying his children for as long as you breathe. He'll get you so pregnant that the thought of running won't even cross your mind. No—not with your body never quite recovering. And if you don't (can't)have dreams of starting a family, that's fine. You alone are enough for him. A peaceful future in the Viltrumite Empire where you're with him and your hearts belong only to each other. Even though those are his thoughts, blood and death are the decorations that come with them. But still sometimes at the edge of his mind, he wants to stay on Earth with you and let his life rot away on lazy mornings.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Nolan shouldn't be jealous,there's no worthy rival who could actually stand against him. Even though he keeps reminding himself of that, he still wrinkles his nose in jealousy almost instantly. Nolan is bad at hiding his feelings in this too; he genuinely sees everyone as an obstacle. An obstacle that steals your time.

You'll always catch him in the background, looking at the person next to you with clear hatred and jealousy. Just like in a comedy show—he's always there in the background and not even trying to hide it. And he will definitely deny being jealous. With his brows drawn together like you've just slandered him, he'll spit out, "They're not my equal." Still, try to spend as little time as possible with whatever made him jealous; just like his jealousy, the decision to kill them could come just as suddenly. While he hasn't decided to aggressively bite anyone yet, grab his arm and pull him far enough away that his gaze finally leaves them.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Look Nolan is selfish, egotistical, full of himself—more precisely, cosmic sociopath—but that doesn't make him completely terrible, believe me. He's really not that bad (liarrr). As much as he can, he'll be kind and honest with you. He'll always try to make you feel safe, calming you with gentle touches. He's giving you the best version of himself he can manage, it's impossible to ignore the way his eyes shine when he looks at you. He'll genuinely try to offer smiles that aren't born from cruelty or mercilessness, but for you. He'll try to show and give you more of what you make him feel. There might have even been a time when he called you a pet, but now he tries to leave a perfect impression, almost like a pet proving themselves to their owner. And with moments like these, you'll realize you"re the only weakness this terrifying man has. He doesn't even mind you noticing it—he's truly being honest with you, even though his bad sides come with it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He goes straight to the point. He'll tell you that the two of you are now mate and that you'll either come with him or he'll stay with you. He won't even give you the chance to really get to know him first—especially if you're human, he'll insist that your time is short and that you can learn everything during the journey. He truly doesn't want to lose time then. Compared to his lifespan, you're like a beautiful summer memory.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Heavily yess. He moves in the same mold toward almost everything except you. When it comes to you, he undergoes a shift that begins from the very first glance. He'll loosen his bloodied, clenched fists without a thought, bury his face into the curve of your neck with those blue eyes softening—something he lets you catch only for a moment. His arms will wrap around you so tightly as if trying to make you one with him, and you can literally feel with your entire body how he breathes in your scent.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Goodbye dear Nolar, hello loving Viltrumite citizen. To him, punishment and violence have always been a means to educate. To teach a lesson so the mistake is never repeated. Unfortunately you'll be tasting this mentality that was drilled into him, too. Your first experience? It happened the moment you tried to run—he suddenly descended from the sky and landed right in front of you. He tried to listen to your nonsense, but it only worsened his growing frustration. His glabella, creased with disappointment, was the last thing you saw. He slammed both of his fists violently against the sides of your head at the same time, knocking you out cold in a pool of your own blood. You were in a coma for months.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

You're actually quite free, apart from Nolan having kidnapped or imprisoned you. The reason for that is his confidence in himself and a few minor lessons he's taught you in advance to stop you from attempting anything idiotic. Nolan genuinely doesn't want to overwhelm or suffocate you too much—of course that's with the exception of physically—but he'll never give you a life that makes you wilt in terms of your environment. Though, it's debatable how much you can be kept alive like a fresh flower in the cold, robotic surroundings of the Viltrumite.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He's actually quite successful in this regard. He's a soldier and patience was absolutely one of the first things he learned. You're also the only person who can push far enough to truly test Nolan's limits. Like most things, Nolan can be overly patient when it comes to matters involving you. Especially if there's an outcome at the end that could make him or you happy.

Still Nolan's patience can sometimes be damaging to a person's mental health. Cry after a horrific experience, have a breakdown; he'll be the calm one in the face of it all, acting like a patiently built wall meant to stabilize you. Push him—he won't push back. Attack him—punch his chest with all your strength, and he'll grab your wrists with a disgusting gentleness and say, "You'll hurt yourself. Don't do that."

In short he can be a monster when it comes to patience. I mean, think about what he did to Mark and the things he said to him—to this man, even seventeen years is nothing. Because of his patience, you'll even start to think that you're the truly unstable and toxic one in the relationship.

Nolan will always stand with a patient posture, arms clasped behind his back, telling you to calm down and think logically. He'll nudge you in that direction with his words—whether this man is a therapist or a manipulator is up for debate. Still, it's terrifying. The way he maintains that stance even while you're tearing yourself apart from the inside out...

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

This man's nightmare is exactly that. Whatever the scenario, the answer is absolutely no. He can never handle what you make him feel—especially not your departure. It's highly likely he'll go insane. He'll even try to harm his own allies, over the smallest reason.

He'll realize and accept how much of a nothing he is without you. Life, his beliefs, everything he's done—none of it will hold any meaning. He'll be more broken than a walking corpse. There's even a chance he'll try to end his own life.

If you've left him or escaped, he might dedicate his entire life to finding you. He'll destroy countless planets for it not caring about the number of lives he takes, so long as he finds a pair of lips that speaks your name. The time between learning where you are and appearing right beside you will be nearly nonexistent. And in that moment the first thing Nolan will do is take you firmly in his hands, checking that you're safe and sound. Once he's certain of that, he'll pull you into an embrace that'll ache all the way to your bones. It won't matter if you hit him or scream—he'll confess how much of a nothing he is without you, that he can't go on without you. He'll promise never to let you punish him like this again, swear that he'll change, that everything will change. He'll smother your cheeks in kisses like a dying man, rub his face against your skin as if wanting to scrape it, to burrow into your body. Whether you believe him or not is up to you...

If Nolan has lost you completely...I feel sorry for this man, because he genuinely doesn't know how to cope. Even when he lost his father—the only person in his life he could relate to—he didn't know what to feel and just stood there, frozen. And your loss, his one and only spouse, his first and last love...whether he chooses to live or die, neither path ends well. Nolan wouldn't leave your body's side even for weeks. He might even watch your body decay and bloat, perhaps witness every stage—but he doesn't want to remember you like that. Sitting on his haunches beside you, hands clasped behind his head, knees half drawn toward himself, he'll think about what to do, even though it's so simple. And when he finally sets aside his selfishness and gives your body the peace it deserves, he'll visit you constantly—within a span of no more than a week at most. Maybe he'll talk, maybe he won't. But his eyes...ah those blue, utterly shattered, childlike eyes of his will be filled with unshed tears.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

You can make Nolan feel regret in many ways but never about this. The man genuinely believes he's doing the right thing. Because to him, you're fragile and the outside world is disgusting. Out there, there's cruelty, there's rage, there are monsters and the heartless—he doesn't want to let even a single one of them taint you. Even though he and his own society are the exact same way, according to Nolan they're justified in their cause and not evil.

Once he's absolutely certain that you belong to him and that no one would dare touch you, you can freely roam the Viltrumite planet and its ships. Still he doesn't let you out of his sight for too long—not because he doesn't trust you, but because of his distrust toward his own society. He knows what they're capable of.

When it comes to Earth, however you're definitely freer. He'll handle things before danger even gets close to you and he'll make sure that he's protected the world from almost every kind of evil for your sake. You won't even notice him blowing up a giant in the background while you're peacefully shopping.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

The Viltrumite society that shaped his iron character by beating it into him, and those discovered feelings he has for you. He truly can't manage to rip either of them out from within himself and that reveals what a terrible partner character he is as much as possible. And this man's insane love for you is absolutely the kind of thing no one should push the boundaries of. Don't think about what this love has already made you taste or what more it could bring—truly, the two of you will discover it together.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He absolutely feels the worst emotions. Nolan can never handle your crying. He may have caused it himself plenty of times but that doesn't mean his heart can endure it. Deep down he's breaking—he wants to calm you but he also wants you to understand, to learn that crying won't fix anything. He'll stand frozen between this dilemma, watching you with complicated feelings. If a factor other than himself causes a single tear to roll from your eye, he won't think—he'll act. He'll kill, he'll destroy, he'll shatter. He absolutely will not tolerate anything that harms you.

As for isolation, this man like a kicked puppy, will try everything to convince you to open up. He'll bring you stupid things, offer them to you—once he even brought you a farting alien flower, just so you'd look at him one more time, and maybe just maybe, offer him a tiny smile. Even if he can't physically see it on your lips, that's fine;so long as he can catch it in your eyes, even for just a second. And Nolan is incredibly persistent about this—he'll drop everything and try anything to bring you back. It's almost a little pitiful. He really does make his clumsiness more obvious with every move. Still despite his inexperience and his lack of confidence in himself, he's genuinely trying.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's overly loyal and actually thoughtful? And maybe, if you look at the full picture through all his twisted behavior, perhaps even sweet. Nolan is something you could never get used to, and you're an ocean he could never boast of having experience with. This absolutely affects your dynamic heavily. He might even consult you to learn your boundaries lol.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

If he's away for a long time because of his missions, I guess there might be a chance. I don't think any Viltrumite would willingly agree to keep an eye on you, even with something in return. Or on Earth, he has no choice but to trust that what he's left behind will stay put.

Other than that you can absolutely break him. If you truly break him, Nolan will just freeze there. His real weakness is you. And if you use that wisely in some ways, like a self harm attempt, you'll buy yourself the time you need to run. Still once he comes to his senses, he'll catch up to you, I think..

Actually it's a funny scenario though. If you can provoke Nolan and get him into a fight with someone stronger than him, and when he's defeated—on the ground, covered in blood, barely managing to say your name lol—you can run without even bothering to look back. (run dırırırırırırıırı)

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Mhmm dude I don't know—do you think he'd do something like that? I mean what do you think? That's what it all comes down to. This man absolutely limits the violence option as much as possible when it comes to you. Like I said, he doesn't want to break you in a way he can't take back. And no matter what the situation is—whether it's physical, mental, spiritual orr through your feelings—the chance of him breaking you still depends on you.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Ah here we come to Nolan's service section. Sooo give him a few reassurances and some love, drown him in kisses, let him melt in your arms—even though he acts like the dominant side in the relationship at first and calls you his pet, all of that will absolutely vanish. He'll even give you foot massages lol. You could see such worship from him, though of course only in your private moments together. He doesn't want anyone else to see it and take advantage of it.

As for winning his heart, tell Nolan you'll give him your heart and let him know it—the man will even conquer a planet as personal property for you. He'll fulfill your every desire as if it were the one truth, the one holy thing. (Did this kind of man really exist and we just weren't asking for him damn)

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Look there's absolutely no balance when it comes to this. He can be both patient and impatient—especially since he's constantly dealing with long missions, this imbalance is too prominent. Still he'll hold himself back and complete whatever task he's been given, whether on Earth or in the Empire, with the most successful outcome. And on his way back, the only thing he hopes for in his mind is a warm welcome from you and those your warm walls that'll pull him in tight.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Willingly or unwillingly, consciously or unconsciously, he'll do it either way. I mean look at how Nolan, after all those perfect speeches, turned everything to garbage by telling Mark, "Your mother was like a pet to me." The mentality he was raised with and the things he does while trying to correct himself will absolutely clash. And he only realizes his mistakes much, much later. He genuinely can't help it. Outside of the Empire, you're the one and only experience that truly makes him feel alive.

[sk3tch404]

Always have wanted to write a fic where Reader is a newbie at prostitution and then accidentally running into their Yandere who was gonna be their client

Like damn awkward

[sk3tch404]

Hi I never posted this wip

Can be.... seen as yandere or not but when is it never not yandere on my blog NEVER

[stardoc676]

What if the viewer bit Ogata? Like, maybe they finally just had enough of him biting them, and bit him back to see how he likes it? Or it's an attempt at being playful, even.

Yandere Ogata AU!

Well, I randomly thought about making art from the suggestion box again. Just bcs I have really bad creativity and don't know what to draw after a while. So here's the answer

I don't think he would take it very well, just bcs most of the relationship is a power dinamic type thing.

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We love assertive kings 🥹🥹❤️

[bluezombiecat03]

Lensless!Mark x F!Reader

Hello! I'm back again! Please send requests if you have any! :3

Warnings: non-con, yandere, dark content, stalking, sodomizing

In the Lenseless Marks universe, the two of you are close friends! Have been since early high school. You are honestly his one and only friend.

The two of you have been through thick and thin. Two peas in a pod as Debbie often said.

After high school, you lost contact with Mark. Saddened but ready to move on with your life, you enrolled in a university that is states away. Ready to start building your new life.

Things are going well for you. You have plenty of friends and it looks like your life is starting to come together.

That is until you started getting creepy text messages from an unknown number.

At first, you thought someone had texted the wrong number. Oh well, they'll realize their mistake soon enough and stop.

Except they didn't stop.

They texted you relentlessly—all day, every day—and as time went on, they became more and more disturbing.

You didn't know how, but they knew your name. Even the names of your friends and family. Every time you threatened to expose them to the police they would threaten to kill your friends and family.

Unknown: You looked so good in those shorts you had on today. I can't wait to see them off.

Unknown: Who tf was that guy you were talking to? I'll kill him.

Your life felt like it was starting to crumble before your very eyes.

You were out shopping with a few close friends one day when the invasion happened. Invaders dressed in grey and white threatened to extinguish any rebellion.

And the one leading the charge? None other than Mark Grayson. That odd boy you grew up with, whom you thought could not harm, was now at the forefront of the annexation.

He took sick glee in killing all of your friends in front of you. One by one, each was a gruesome eradication. By the time he was done crimson cruor painted the walls.

After he was done he held your head close to his chest. Inhaling your scent.

He missed you so much. After you graduated you never took the time to try and find him. Reach out to him or something. He is very angry at you, but that's okay! You're together now and that'll all that matters.

He knew you knew his feelings for you. He laid them out plainly for you in text! Yet why do you still fight? He thought you loved him back. I mean why else would you message him back every day?

Maybe it was part of a kinky roleplay he didn't know you were into. You little succubus, that has to be it!

You sobbed and tried to run for it, but he was too fast. This must be part of the role play too! You were just full of surprises!

He quickly catches you like a fly in a trap. You scream and trash. Aw, baby you know you don't have to play hard to get with him!

He loves your ass. Loves playing with it, fucking it.

If he could he would fuck it all day every day but he knows you need time to rest.

You beg and cry for him to let you go. Yapping about how you want to go home. But baby there is no home for you to go back to.

Only him.

Loves blowjobs.

There is just something about feeling your puffy lips on his cock that gets him going. How tears and snot drip down your face. It's so pornographic.

Like sinister keeps you trapped somewhere where only he can find you. Away from prying eyes.

Unlike sinister, who doesn't really care if you return his feelings, he wants you to return his affections. He's been in love with you since you two first met.

When you run for the first time he thinks it's a game. In his delusional mind, he thinks you want him to chase you.

What a silly little game for a silly girl. As annoying as it is, he'll go through with it, as long as it gets his dick wet in the end.

His reward for catching you.