Your #1 Fan - Yandere!Sonny Carisi X Reader

Your #1 Fan - Yandere!Sonny Carisi x reader

summary: You're Sonny's favorite author, but his adoration spirals out of control when you feel like you're being stalked.

warnings: rape mention, stalking

This morning, your sister called you and tearfully explained that she was at the hospital getting a rape kit done. You sped to the hospital, but your sister was told that her rapist used a condom. There wasn’t much the hospital could do.

You dragged your sister to Manhattan’s SVU, figuring they’d be able to help in some way.

When you and your sister exited the elevator, a blonde woman approached the two of you.

“I’m not sure who we’re supposed to talk to, but my sister was raped and I know who did it,” you explained.

You were almost completely sure that your rival, the novelist Mark Cain, was to blame. He’d been battling with you for the #1 New York Times Bestseller spot for two months. He wanted to get back at you by hitting you where you were most vulnerable: your sister.

“Alright, come with me and I’ll take your statement,” the blonde woman said to your sister, who nodded nervously.

“I’ll be right here,” you promised her.

“Oh my god, (y/n) (y/l/n)? I-I’m a huge fan! Detective Dominick Carisi Junior, but you can call me Sonny,” a tall man with gelled hair said, coming up to you and extending his hand.

“Uh, thanks,” you smiled, shaking his hand.

“I-I absolutely loved Outskirts, your prose is so illuminating. Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Actually, I’m just here for my sister. She was raped last night in her apartment. It was dark, but I know it has to be Mark Cain, the novelist, he threatened me twice in the past few weeks,” you explained.

“Here, how ‘bout you follow me and I can take your statement?” he asked, and you nodded. You would do anything you could to help your sister and find her rapist.

—

A few weeks later, your sister’s case was wrapped up with the help of Sonny and the SVU. Trace amounts of Mark Cain’s DNA had been found under your sister’s fingernails and his fingerprints were scattered around her apartment.

You had exchanged numbers with Sonny, the detective who was a fan of yours. It started out as exchanging information about your sister’s case, but gradually turned into Sonny asking you out for drinks.

—

“I really gotta ask, what was your inspiration for Down in Uptown? The plot was so cleverly crafted, how’d you come up with it?” Sonny asked, sipping on his whiskey.

“I was at the Uptown Bar when it was robbed a few years back, so—“ you began, but Sonny interrupted.

“Wait wait wait, you’re tellin’ me the robbery in the book actually happened?”

“It was inspired by it for sure, I was just curious about the story behind the robbery. I wanted to create some sort of story surrounding the situation.”

“You’re a genius, (y/n), really. I mean, damn!”

“Thank you, Sonny. It’s getting late though, I have a meeting with my publisher in the morning. I’ll see you around,” you said, standing up and hugging Sonny goodbye.

Sonny was worried about you, now that he knew you’d been present for a robbery. You could’ve died, but instead you wrote a book about it? He wanted to protect you from harm, forever.

—

A week went by since your date with Sonny, and you heard a knock on your apartment door.

“Hello?” you called out.

You weren’t expecting anyone, and anyone who came up had to be buzzed into the building.

You opened the door to see a young delivery man holding a giant bouquet and setting down a basket filled with chocolates and snacks.

“What is this? Who sent this?” you all but growled at the teenager.

“It’s from a-a Mr. Carisi, ma’am. There’s a c-card,” he winced, handing you the card. Your name was written across the envelope in cursive.

“Thanks,” you snapped, grabbing the basket and flowers and dragging them into your apartment. You shut the door behind you and set everything on your kitchen table.

You were a bit creeped out. You had never given Carisi your address. He didn’t even know your neighborhood or building name. The only thing you told him was that you lived in Manhattan.

You grabbed the card from your table and opened the envelope.

“To my love (y/n), I look forward to the next time we can meet. From your love, Sonny,” you read aloud.

You had gone on one date (which was barely a date) with this man. He was clearly obsessed with you.

You sighed, cutting the stems of the flowers and putting them in a vase. You’d had stalkers before, but never NYPD Detectives. It scared you, to say the least. You had no idea how far this man’s power stretched. How could you even report it? New York’s Finest always protected their own.

The basket must’ve been worth hundreds of dollars. You couldn’t believe it. There was a stuffed bear, crackers, cheese dips, various wine bottles, chocolates, and more things you discovered as you unearthed them.

You alerted the building not to let him in, but there wasn’t much else you could do. You were scared to call or text him.

—

Another week passed and you ignored all twenty of Sonny’s calls. You were planning on calling Olivia Benson to tell her to keep her detectives in line as soon as you could.

You left your building and headed down the sidewalk towards your local coffee shop. Your earbuds were in, so you weren’t expecting it when someone grabbed your arm and yanked you backwards.

Goddamn it, it was Sonny. You stumbled back and grabbed your earbuds, shoving them in your pocket.

“Where the hell have you been? Why haven’t you returned my calls?” he demanded.

“I don’t owe you anything, Sonny. I barely know you! Please leave me alone,” you said, walking away.

“Stop!” Sonny yelled, grabbing your arm again before you could get very far.

“How did you even get my address?” you asked, wincing.

“You like that basket and the flowers? NYPD database has everyone’s addresses,” he grinned, beaming with pride.

“I never want you to contact me again,” you growled.

“Good luck with that, doll. You can’t get away from me. You never will,” Sonny laughed, finally letting go of your arm.

You ran away, towards the coffee shop so you could call Olivia Benson and tell her to get her creepy detective to back off.

A Love Too Dark (03)

The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Chapter 03: He Grabbed Her

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.

This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.

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Yn returned to the casino the next evening for work while she made sure to avoid the Marquis de Gramont at all costs. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message.

The next day, all Yn could think about was the Marquis and how she was going to face him in the casino that evening. She spent the day trying to distract herself by taking care of Sydney and her morning shift at the cafe, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the man who had left her shaken and vulnerable the night before.

She found herself unable to fully focus at work at the cafe, daydreaming at times, and even made a couple of minor mistakes which was unlike her since she deemed herself a pro at being a waitress there. It even got the attention of her fellow coworkers.

"Hey," Edric approached her at the counter, concern written all over his face, "You okay?"

Yn faked a smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay!"

However, exhaustion took a toll on her and her smile gradually faded right in front of Edric. She cast her head down, staring into space below her, before she shook her head gloomily, "Umm... no. I'm... a bit stressed."

Edric frowned and said, "Then take a break. I'll cover you as the cashier."

"But the boss is watching," murmured Yn as she faced the cashier, seeing that some of the customers were getting up from their tables.

The man beside her whispered, "Then just stand next to me. I will cover you."

Edric suddenly pushed her gently to the side and manned the cashier. Yn was stunned and observed him handling the customers paying their bills. She finally acquiesced and stood beside him, watching how he interacted with each customer with ease and charm, making them feel welcomed and valued.

After some time, the cafe slowed down, and Edric approached Yn - who was sitting at a table - with a warm smile and a cup of coffee.

"Here, drink this," he said gently, handing her the cup, "You seem like you could use a pick-me-up."

Yn took a sip of the coffee, savoring the taste and the warmth. She felt more relaxed already.

"Thank you," she said gratefully, looking up at Edric with a smile.

Edric smiled back at her and said, "You're welcome."

He quickly dragged a chair away from the table and sat down in front of her. He grabbed his tea and took a gulp right away, slightly fidgeting in her presence. Yn took another sip of the coffee, savoring the delectable flavor he had crafted as a barista in the cafe.

Yn sat quietly, savoring the hot drink and letting the warmth fill her. She looked up at Edric who was apparently studying her. She noticed the faint blush on his cheeks and the way his hands fumbled nervously upon being caught staring before he took a sip of tea. A thought entered her mind and she considered the possibility that Edric, as a man, could understand the Marquis and his behavior better than she could.

Taking a deep breath, Yn decided to do it. She leaned forward slightly and spoke in a hushed tone, making sure no one else could overhear their conversation.

"Edric, can I ask you something?" she began, her voice low and filled with concern.

Edric nodded, his eyes focused on her, his brows furrowed in anticipation, "Sure. What is it?"

Yn hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to express her thoughts, before she revealed, "It's about this man, someone I work with in the evening... He... he seems fixated on me."

Edric raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Fixated? What do you mean?"

Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. He approached me and... it felt overwhelming, almost predatory. I felt trapped... like I was being hunted, and I did not want anything to do with him."

The barista's expression grew serious as he listened intently. He leaned in a little closer, his voice gentle and reassuring as he said, "Yn, it sounds like he has bad intentions. It's like he wants to assert some kind of power over you, to make you feel vulnerable. You didn't give him any sign that you are interested...?"

"No," Yn immediately shook her hand, "I did not, at all."

Edric nodded and added, "Maybe he sees it as a challenge. Some men enjoy the chase. You know, the feeling of conquering someone who is unattainable. It can be an ego boost for them when they get it."

Yn furrowed her brows, trying to process Edric's words. The idea that the Marquis might view her as a conquest didn't sit well with her. It only reinforced her decision to keep her distance and protect herself.

"And he probably thought you were playing hard to get. Playing hard to get can sometimes attract certain men," Edric continued, "They're drawn to you as you keep refusing them over and over again. Then they see it as a game."

Yn pondered his words, trying to make sense of them in the context of her own experience. She remembered how the Marquis had circled her, his intense gaze locked on her as if she was a prize to be won.

Yn's brows furrowed as she absorbed Edric's words. "But why me? I haven't done anything to warrant that kind of attention."

Edric offered a sympathetic smile. "Probably what you normally do. Perhaps he sees something in you that intrigues him, something he wants to uncover or possess. And when you don't respond back to his charms, he is intrigued. Some men, especially those with power and influence, are attracted to that. Like, imagine a man being so powerful, rich, and influential, all girls worship his feet, and then he sees one girl who is not. He will keep his eyes on her and wonders why she isn't crazy about him and his wealth. That's how you get that man's attention."

Yn pondered Edric's words, the pieces slowly falling into place. She realized that the Marquis might be one of those men, drawn to the chase and the allure of capturing someone who seemed unattainable.

"What should I do?" Yn whispered, feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach.

Edric took a deep breath, then leaned forward, "My advice to you... is to be cautious and protect yourself. Don't give him any reason to believe that you're interested in him. If he tries to pursue you again, make it clear that you're not interested. And if he persists, then it might be time to take it up with your supervisor or someone in a higher position."

Yn restrained herself from disclosing that the man who probably saw her as a conquest was the big boss of the casino and someone of the highest position. Nevertheless, she nodded and said, "Thanks, Edric."

Edric smiled, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity, "You're welcome, Yn. If this guy bothers you again, tell me, okay?"

"Okay," she responded with a small smile as she found herself hoping that the Marquis would not bother her again.

As she got up to leave, Edric stood up with her and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Take care of yourself, Yn," he said before turning back to his station at the cafe.

As Yn walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settling in her stomach.

As the sun began to set, Yn's anxiety peaked. She knew she had to go to work, but the mere thought of facing the Marquis again made her stomach churn. However, she reminded herself of her plan – stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift.

Taking a deep breath, Yn left her apartment, boarded the bus, and walked towards the casino. The evening air was crisp and cool, and she hugged her coat tight around her frame. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her stomach.

As she entered the casino, Yn tried to put up a smile and greeted back her coworkers. She made her way to the changing room and quickly changed into her uniform, her hands shaking slightly.

Yn took a moment to compose herself, reminding herself of her plan again - stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift. Once dressed, she stepped out of the changing room and made her way to her assigned area on the casino floor.

As she walked through the bustling space, Yn couldn't help but feel the weight of the Marquis's presence in the room. She kept her head down, trying to blend into the background, and focused on her responsibilities. Every now and then, she caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye, but she made a conscious effort to avoid direct interaction.

Throughout the evening, Yn found herself constantly on edge, aware of the Marquis's proximity. His eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went, and she could feel his gaze piercing through her. The tension between them was palpable, and it only added to the overwhelming atmosphere of the casino.

Yn couldn't help but notice the Marquis's presence lingering in the periphery. She caught glimpses of him from the corner of her eye, his tall figure moving gracefully through the crowd. Each time he entered her line of sight, her fear spiked, and she could feel the tension and unease building within her.

Despite her best efforts, Yn found it increasingly difficult to hide from the Marquis. He seemed to be aware of her presence, always observing her from afar. His piercing gaze followed her as she moved about the casino floor, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

Yn diligently carried out her duties, trying to distract herself from the unnerving presence of the Marquis. She interacted with the patrons, exchanged pleasantries, and ensured their needs were met. However, no matter how hard she tried to focus on her tasks, the Marquis's gaze lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate.

At one point, while she was attending to a group of guests at a roulette table, Yn felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her head and saw the Marquis standing at a distance, watching her intently. His eyes bore into hers, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She quickly averted her gaze and focused on her work, but the encounter left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

As the night progressed, Yn couldn't escape the feeling that the Marquis was attempting to corner her, and he did not bother to hide it. He seemed to always be one step behind her, his presence lurking in her periphery. She felt his gaze on her back, his eyes burning into her, and it made her skin crawl.

As the evening wore on, Yn's anxiety grew with each passing minute. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message from Mr. Malone, the former owner of the casino.

[Mr. Malone: Where is Amelia?]

Yn was also clueless as to where her fellow colleague was. She was about to look for Emma when her phone chimed in.

[Mr. Malone: Meet me in the office now.]

Yn's heart sank as she read the message. She knew that Mr. Malone was not the type to call her into his office for a casual chat. Her mind raced with possibilities of what the managing director could say to her regarding Amelia.

With trembling hands, Yn quickly looked for Emma. Once she spotted her, Yn immediately reached her side and whispered, "Where is Amy?"

Emma seemed startled by the sudden whisper beside her. She glanced at Yn and replied in a hush, "She texted me saying she could not make it again today."

Yn nodded and walked away, leaving Emma in confusion. The former then hastily made her way to Mr. Malone's office. As she walked, she could feel the weight of the Marquis's presence behind her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape the suffocating feeling of his gaze on her back.

When she arrived at the office, Mr. Malone was already there, tapping his foot impatiently. He whipped around to face her and immediately asked in a reprimanding tone, "Yn, where is Amelia? She was absent last night and did not tell me why!"

Yn knew that she had to tread carefully with her words. She took a deep breath and responded, "I'm sorry on behalf of Amelia, sir. She was sick and couldn't make it to work."

Mr. Malone's face contorted with anger. He chided, "That is unacceptable! She should have told me about her absence!"

Yn felt her heart racing, and she desperately tried to calm herself down. She knew that Mr. Malone could be unpredictable, and she didn't want to make things worse. She took a step forward and said, "I will inform her that, sir. Respectfully, she did seem sick last time and need to rest well before returning to work."

"Well, respectfully," Mr. Malone responded with a sarcastic note, "She did not seem unwell last time I saw her. She laughed and mocked the Marquis' comment about art. I simply dismissed her and have not yet scolded her for that yet and she's already sick?"

Yn's heart sank further at Mr. Malone's words. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a response that would appease Mr. Malone and save Amelia at the same time. She stuttered out a response, "I'm sorry for her, sir. I can guarantee you that Amelia is truly ill and didn't mean any disrespect towards the Marquis. I will speak with her about it and ensure it does not happen again."

Mr. Malone glared at her, his eyes narrowing. Yn could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on her. She waited anxiously for his response, unsure of what he would say next.

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the Marquis entered, towering over both Yn and Mr. Malone. His presence sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a deep discomfort being near him. Not to mention that it did seem like he was following her here.

The Marquis de Gramont, the new owner of the casino, stood by Yn's side with his hands inside his pocket. Mr. Malone had already risen from his seat, utterly dumbstruck to see the Frenchman barge into his office out of the blue.

The office was silent as the Marquis glanced at them both before he asked with his thick French accent, "Is there any problem?"

Yn felt her heart race as she was glued to the spot, standing beside the Marquis. His towering figure and the way he held himself with such authority sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable in his presence as if he could see right through her.

Mr. Malone stuttered slightly but quickly regained his composure. "No, no problem at all, sir. We were just discussing the absence of one of our employees."

The Marquis raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over to Yn.

"I see," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And who is this employee?"

Yn swallowed hard as Mr. Malone answered, "Her name is Amelia. If you can recall, it's the bunny-girl who was first assigned to be your night companion on your first visit here."

The Marquis' mouth opened in understanding and realization. He obviously recognized which one she was and he pointed out, "Oh. The girl who scoffed at me?"

Yn felt her heart sink as the Marquis' words confirmed her fears. She knew that Amelia had made a grave mistake by disrespecting the Marquis and his comment on art, but she also knew that the girl was genuinely sorry for her actions.

Mr. Malone hung his head in shame and disappointment as he confirmed, "Yes, it was her, sir."

The Marquis looked at the male before him before asking, "How long has she been absent?"

"Two days," replied the managing director, "Ever since she disrespected you, sir. She was absent from work last night without prior notice or explanation, and tonight as well."

The Frenchman harrumphed, nodding his head subtly as if he was registering the issue, before speaking in a casual and indifferent tone, "Fire her."

Yn felt her heart drop as she heard the Marquis' words. She knew that if Amelia was fired, that poor girl would be devastated. She needed to come up with a way to save Amelia's job right then and there. She bit her lip as she anxiously pondered for a way to save her friend's job, her stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Amelia's pain.

She looked up at the tall Frenchman with a sad frown on her eyebrows and spoke up, "Sir, if I may, perhaps we can give her a warning instead. She has been a diligent and hardworking employee before this incident, and I believe that she deserves a second chance."

The Marquis turned his attention to Yn, his piercing gaze making her feel even more exposed. She held her breath, waiting for his response.

The Marquis stared at Yn for a moment, a sly smile playing on his lips. He found her determination to save her friend's job intriguing, and a thought crossed his mind.

"A second chance…" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I am not a fan of second chances. They are a refuge for failures."

Yn's heart sank further at his words. She knew convincing the Marquis would be a difficult task, but she couldn't give up. Amelia's livelihood was at stake, and she couldn't bear the thought of her friend losing her job over a single and tiny mistake. Now that she mulled over it, it did seem unfair.

With a frown on her face, Yn met the Marquis' gaze and replied, "Everyone makes mistakes, sir. And through them, we can truly grow and learn. I believe in giving people the opportunity to improve themselves."

The Marquis towered over Yn in close proximity, his piercing gaze fixated on her. His smirk was filled with amusement as he evaluated her determination to save Amelia's job. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her wide doe eyes and her small figure next to his tall frame, looking up at him so innocently.

"You are quite persuasive. Very well, Yn," the Marquis said, his voice low and velvety, "I will grant your request. But I expect something in return."

Yn's heart skipped a beat as she eyed the Marquis warily, her pulse pounding in her ears like an ominous drumbeat. With every beat of her heart, she knew the risk of dealing with him could have drastic repercussions, but her determination to save Amelia's job drove her forward. She steeled herself and reluctantly nodded, making a silent prayer that this was not a decision she would regret.

The Marquis, upon seeing her nod her head to him, smiled cunningly and cast a side-eye glance at Mr. Malone who was quietly watching them. The Frenchman then nodded his head to the side, towards the door. The managing director immediately understood and walked off, exiting the office and leaving Yn with the man who had been attempting to corner her the whole evening.

Yn felt a pang of fear as she realized she was alone with the Marquis. She knew that being alone with him was dangerous, but she had come too far to back out now. The plan which she had repeated to herself since the start of the evening was quickly discarded in her head. She took a deep shaky breath and asked meekly, "What would you like in return, sir?"

The Marquis stepped closer to her, reducing more distance between them, until he was leaning near her hair and could smell the fragrance of her locks. Yn squirmed under his gaze and next to his tall frame as she awaited his offer.

He suddenly whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Yn's spine, "You. You will accompany me to a private dinner tomorrow evening. Just the two of us. If the evening goes well, and you manage to satisfy me, your friend will be given a second chance."

Yn's eyes widened in shock as the Marquis' words sunk in. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, her body tense and ready to flee as she contemplated his offer. She had not expected such a request, and her mind raced with fear and confusion. She knew that accepting his offer would come at a great cost, but she could not let Amelia lose her job. Swallowing her fear, she forced a nod of her head as she tore her gaze away from the man and looked down.

"Okay..." her voice was soft and timid, evidently revealing how reluctant she was.

The Marquis smirked at her reply, his eyes flickering with amusement. Then he whispered, "Excellent."

However, despite striking a bargain with him, the Marquis did not step away from her. He still towered over her, letting his height suck away her confidence and leaving her feeling vulnerable. Yn's heart raced with terror as she felt the Marquis' warm breath on her neck. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, causing Yn to flinch at his touch.

The Marquis noticed her reaction and chuckled to himself. He knew the power he held over her and used it to his advantage. He cherished the power imbalance between them. It made him feel powerful, in control, and dominant, something he craved in all areas of his life. He wanted to see how far he could push her.

Yn felt his hand linger on her cheek and her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to escape from his presence, but her determination to save Amelia's job kept her rooted in place.

She was wondering why the hell he hadn't moved away since a deal had been made, when the Marquis spoke up, "For tonight, however, to justify your friend's action, a kiss is sufficient."

Yn's eyes widened in shock at the Marquis' words, and she took a step back from him. She immediately queried, "What? I thought our deal is a dinner tomorrow evening!"

"That remains," replied the Marquis who stepped closer to her and bent down till his face was right in front of hers by inches. He added, "Your friend has made two mistakes. One, she laughed at me. Two, she was absent from work without telling Malone. Both mistakes deserve punishment. Each has its own consequences."

Yn's mind was reeling from the twist the Marquis made. Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him in horror. The Frenchman continued with a grin, "You are so kind, ma lapine. So noble. You are eager to take on the consequences on behalf of your friend. I like that. So you have to do two things for me for her mistakes and to give her a second chance. One, a kiss tonight until I'm satisfied. Two, a private dinner tomorrow."

Yn's heart sank as she realized the true nature of the Marquis' intentions. He could twist anything and any words to his liking and for his own selfish desires. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst out of her chest. She was desperate to save her friend's job, but the thought of kissing this man made her feel sick to her stomach.

She tried to reason with him, "But sir, that is too much."

The Marquis shook his head, "A kiss is the only thing that will suffice. I have made up my mind on this matter."

Yn knew that there was no room for negotiation. She had to do this if she wanted to save Amelia's job. She was already stuck in a situation where she had to pay a heavy price for her friend's tiny mistakes. If Mr. Malone handle this, all he would do was just a warning to Amelia and that's all. But the Marquis twisted everything to make it seem worse.

She knew that she was trapped, caught in the spider's web and there was no way out. She had to make a difficult decision and it pained her to do so. Yn took a deep breath, summoning all the tiny courage she had left in her, and said in a quivering voice, "Okay... but please... please give me your words you wouldn't fire her after this deal."

The Marquis leaned closer to her and whispered, "I give you my word. Your friend shall keep her job, provided you satisfy me tonight and tomorrow evening."

Yn nodded, her eyes lowering in submission. She had no other choice but to agree to the Marquis' demands. She felt disgusted by what she had to do, but she had gone too far already, and she did promise to Amelia to ensure she was not fired.

The Marquis stayed close to her, his arrogant smirk still present on his face as he watched Yn's reaction. He knew that he had won the power struggle and was eager to taste the fruits of his victory.

The Marquis stepped closer to her once more, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Yn froze in an instant as she realized that he was acting upon the deal already. She felt his fingers glide down her cheek and then his thumb brushing over her lower lip. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her ears.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. She tried to convince herself that it was just a kiss, but the Marquis made it clear that it wouldn't be just a peck on the cheek.

For a moment, Yn considered backing out, but she knew that the Marquis wouldn't hesitate to fire Amelia if she did since a deal had been secured. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what was to come.

The Marquis leaned in closer, and Yn could feel his lips brushing against hers. She could taste his arrogance and dominance on his lips as he pressed them harder against hers. He locked lips with hers, pressing his mouth over and over again as she remained a doll in his grasp. And the Frenchman eventually noticed this.

"If you think being a dead fish would satisfy me, you are dead wrong," the Marquis muttered against her lips, "Remember, satisfy me... or this deal is off."

Yn's eyes snapped open, and she realized that she had to put in some effort to please the Marquis. She hesitantly began to respond, her lips pressing against his with more pressure. His lips curled into a devilish smirk and he responded back eagerly, sucking her mouth sinfully that it sent chills up her spine.

She could feel a spark of electricity that sent shivers down her spine, the warm energy of his breath passing over her skin. His lips moved over hers, gently at first before becoming more insistent and urgent, as they moved hungrily against her.

Yn could hear the low hum of pleasure that emanated from the Marquis as he responded eagerly to her hesitant touch. His lips enfolded hers in an almost intoxicating way that made her heart beat faster.

Yn could feel the Marquis’ soft but firm lips against hers, and the warmth of his skin as he pulled her closer. His hands were strong and possessive as they moved to either side of her head, drawing her in further to deepen the kiss.

When his tongue pushed against her lips, demanding entrance, she immediately felt so overwhelmed that she felt like she had to break it off and get a grip. She tried to pull away, but the Marquis held her tightly in place. Feeling his lock on her whole body, she took a step back from him, disentangling her mouth from his, and was about to verbally stop him. However, before she could utter a word, the Marquis slammed his lips back on hers.

Yn's body stiffened at the sudden contact and she tried to push him away, but the Marquis' arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. His kiss was forceful, his tongue sliding past her gaping lips, invading her. She tried to resist and push him away by pushing against his chest, but the Marquis was too forceful, overpowering her with his passion.

She eventually dropped her hands and parted her lips wider, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue freely. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue reaching far deeper into her mouth. His grip on her tightened as his tongue explored eagerly and commandingly, tasting her and dominating her in every way. It pushed against hers deeply in an almost violent way. Yn felt disgusted by the way he was taking advantage of her, but she didn't have the strength to push him away.

Their lips mashed together in a passionate kiss, creating filthy smacking sounds as their mouths moved together. His breathing was heavy as he kissed her, a low growl in his throat that held a warning. As he moved his tongue around inside her mouth, Yn could hear the soft slurping sound it made as it tasted her. His breath was hot against her face, his tongue urging her to open up more and submit to him.

The Marquis held Yn tightly in place with his hands around her waist, as he explored her mouth aggressively. As the kiss deepened, Yn felt the Marquis' hands moving down her body, his fingers tracing over her curves and her revealing bunny costume. She shuddered at his touch, but she knew that she had to allow him to do whatever he wanted if she wanted to save Amelia's job.

She waited for him to break the kiss and conclude the first deal, but he continued to nip at her lower lip and explore her mouth. Yn felt his hands move from her waist to the back of her head to push her deeper against him. He continued to kiss her sinfully and erotically, running his hands through her hair and then down her back. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the full extent of his body against her.

As the Frenchman kissed her, he trailed his hands up her body, tracing over her curves. His touch sent shivers down her spine. She began to ponder that this was going way further than the deal but he did specify to satisfy him. Despite this, it didn't make it any easier for her to have his hands all over her body, as they slid all over her body, exploring her figure. His hand continued to roam over her body, his fingers tracing over her curves.

Goosebumps rose up all over Yn's flesh as his fingers moved over her, sending sensual tingles down her body, and she shuddered in response to his touch.

She tried to resist, but the Marquis gripped her tighter in his arms, his hands moving all over her body. They moved over her waist, before sliding up her chest. Yn trembled under his touch, before moving her hands up to press against his chest, attempting to push him away.

However, the Marquis did not relent. Instead, while kissing her vigorously and with an exploring tongue, he pushed away her hands and ended up grasping one of her breasts. His skin touched hers since the seductive bunny costume didn't cover the entirety of her chest, and revealed a lot of her cleavage. It startled her and caused her to gasp loudly.

With renewed strength due to her shock, she shoved him away forcefully, making him stumble back before he regained his footing. Yn immediately stepped rearward, creating a safe distance between them, as she breathed loudly in the quiet room.

The Marquis appeared flabbergasted and as if he had snapped out of a trance. His eyes locked on her, intense and burning, as he opened his mouth and brought his tongue to the corner of his lips, tasting the lingering warm sensation of their kiss seconds ago.

A smirk curled his lipstick-stained lips. It made him seem like he was satisfied yet he was still plotting his next move to control and dominate her more. The eerie sensation of his eyes staring at her caused her to shudder and his dark gaze moved up and down her body clad in the bunny costume.

"I look forward to our evening together, ma lapine," said the smug Marquis, his voice was husky and breathy due to the intense kissing session, "Tomorrow evening, come here one hour earlier than usual. I will pick you up and we will do the second deal. You may go home now."

With that, Yn rushed off to the exit with her lips swollen and red in color. The Marquis looked on as she rushed out of the room. He sucked his tongue lightly in between his lips, licking off the last of the deep burgundy lipstick that stained his lips.

Thinking about her, the Marquis chuckled evilly. Satisfaction radiated from his relaxed posture and his eyes twinkled brightly from the pleasure he had received. He was eager to have Yn again and he knew that he would savor every last moment of it.

Yn felt disgusted and upset as she stood alone in the staff's female washroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw that the lipstick on her lips was indeed messy across her chin and philtrum. She quickly grabbed several tissues and wiped them clean, discarding any evidence that could indicate she had make-out with someone. If Mr. Malone sees her in such a state, he would put two and two together.

She wasted no time and immediately gathered her belongings. She left the casino in a hurry, not stopping to say goodbye to her colleagues or even notify Mr. Malone. She could only hope the Marquis was being truthful and would tell the managing director about him allowing her to go home early.

Without hesitation, she hopped on a bus and made her way back home. While sitting in the vehicle, she continually dabbed at her dry lips with a tissue as if she could still feel the Marquis’ passionate kiss lingering on them.

Yn fidgeted around with her fingers as she stared out the window. She focused on the sound of the vehicle as it grumbled and bumped downwards as it drove following its route, bringing her closer to her humble abode.

That's when she remembered her sick mother in the hospital. She tore her gaze away from the window and cast her eyes downward, staring at her lap, as she contemplated how her life come to this. She took the bunny-girl job in the casino as a quick way to earn money for her mother's hospital treatment. However, tonight took a nasty turn and she had to strike a bargain with a man who clearly took advantage of her and the situation with Amelia.

That was when she remembered that new girl. Yn quickly fetched out her phone and texted her.

[Me: Amy, are you coming to work tomorrow?]

In five minutes, Amelia read her message and replied:

[Amy: Maybe. I'm scared to come back.]

Yn pondered after reading through Amelia's message. She had a feeling that if Amelia goes absent again tomorrow, Yn will be scolded and the Marquis will take that chance again to his liking. As much as she wanted Amelia to rest up, the latter must come back to work.

[Me: Amy, you have to come to work tomorrow. Mr. Malone had been asking about you.]

[Amy: Oh no...]

[Me: You have to come back and explain everything to Mr. Malone.]

[Amy: But I'm scared of getting fired.]

[Me: Don't worry about that. I did my best to persuade him just now. Come to work tomorrow, okay?]

[Amy: Okay... thanks, Yn.]

With that done, Yn leaned her head back in the bus seat and sighed heavily, her mind suddenly filled with dread at the thought of her impending dinner date with the Marquis de Gramont.

Meanwhile, the Marquis de Gramont sat in his office, with one of his legs rested atop the other, as he ran through the steamy event that had transpired moments ago in his head. The memory of Yn's innocent expression caused his lips to curl upwards into a smirk.

She looked so stunning and tempting in her bunny costume, he decided. Her plump lips were so tasty, they were like the finest of wines and her skin was so soft that it felt like silk. He had to taste her. He couldn't resist. She was a delicious little lapine that he found irresistible.

He could already tell she was worth the chase when he first tasted her. The Marquis smiled in pleasure as he imagined the ways he would take Yn. All of them would be pleasurable and painful in all the right ways.

The Marquis was determined that the first time he will have her, she would be screaming in either ecstasy or pain. He would take the upcoming private dinner as a golden opportunity to execute his plan. He would make Yn his, and she will only be his.

He couldn't wait.

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Yandere Gus Fring Headcanons

I was originally going to write a drabble, but I thought Gus would be a really interesting yandere to explore through headcanons!

- I think Gus is easily one of, if not the worst yandere to have in the bb/bcs universe

- what this man is capable of… is very terrifying

- his fixation with you probably begins with you working at one of his restaurants

- he treats you like he would any employee, maybe giving you a little extra attention

- but behind closed doors, he is learning everything he can about you

- your application and interview already told him most of what he needs to know

- he enlists Mike to set up cameras and audio recorders around your home

- he begins to have one-on-one meetings with you, asking what you think about your co-workers and how your personal life is doing

- at first, you don’t think much of it

- eventually, once he invited you to his home for dinner, you realized your boss really liked you

- once you arrived, he was professional as always, taking your jacket and pulling up a seat for you

- while he was serving you dinner, he made a proposal to you

- love him, be with him, and you will have everything you could ever want

- he made it so tempting, but you just weren’t sure

- he was an attractive man, you couldn’t deny that

- but you liked your job, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be with only Gus for the rest of your life

- you eventually attempted to leave, but the door was locked with a key you didn’t have

- this was the moment everything clicked in your head

- the odd behavior, meetings, preferential treatment

- you never really had a choice; in the end, you were always going to be Gustavo’s

- he doesn’t believe in keeping you locked in a room or basement

- he keeps you locked in his house when he is gone, though, and has the most expensive technology designed especially to keep you in

- and the thing you find the funniest?

- he publicly donated $25,000 to your missing persons fund, which was literally created to help the police find you

- you eventually get used to your new life, seeing the beauty in everyday tasks and having time to catch up on your hobbies

- however, you get lonely when Gus leaves you to manage the other Los Pollos Hermanos locations

- you express this to him one day at breakfast

- he thinks for a second, coming up with the solution of having a child

- you agree, a bit weary of giving birth but being desperate enough for new company

- if you cannot get pregnant, Gus will adopt a baby for you

- Gus is actually an amazing father, showing care, love and patience to his child despite his often cold demeanor

- all in all, you are both great parents, and you learn to love Gus for all that he is

Eternity // Marcus x Reader.

Fandom: Twilight.

Prompt: “I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Trope: Second Chance Romance + Reincarnated lovers.

Pairing: Marcus x Reincarnation! Reader.

Warnings: none.

A/N: I did it! I finally finished Fictober! And it happened before the year was over so I’m counting it as a win, okay?

He’d been loved once.

Though it may have been hard to believe, it was true.

Long, long ago Marcus had a love that was truer then love, eternity hidden within his darling’s lips, revealed only in the way she laughed and whispered his name, in the way she kissed him. And now? Now all he had left were the distant memories of her, closing his eyes to dream of her once more. Sometimes it was fleeting, something he could not catch. The faint touch of her hand on his, a murmured whisper, things only his heart used to know.

And sometimes it was so real that it became a trace, Marcus losing himself again and again within dream of her…

But he always woke up.

Always.

And every day he lived without her and for nothing, the ghost of love hanging over him.

It was his greatest sin, failing his love in such a way. All of his promises, his vows, had they meant nothing? Had they truly mattered in the end? We all have out crosses to bear and our chains to burden us in life and in death. His was something of everything, neither living nor dying but rather...existing. Lingering. Knowing that he could never live again, love again, nor could he ever right such a wrong.

And he felt it even in the sweeter dreams, the heartbreak heavy upon him, he felt her even now.

Until you appeared.

It was like a dream, something he’d never thought he’d have again. No more then a newborn, you’d been brought to the Volturi with your coven after a rather nasty affair, Aro quite furious about the matter. It was there that he saw you, glittering in the light on the sun and looking at him with a strangeness, an almost dreamy expression upon your face. Marcus was drawn to you in a way he could describe, abandoning this throne and ignoring everything other then you.

“I know you,” you whispered, touching his face softly.

And he knew that touch, falling into it the way he always had.

It was a different hand and another face, but the same heart, oh, he knew you at once! Was it only a dream Or had his love returned to him again?

Ignoring everything else, Marcus stole you away into the sunlight, smiling as he hurried through the garden with you. But you did not question it at all, walking the path as though you had a million times before. You looked over it all with rose red eyes, reaching out to pluck a flower from the thousands and Marcus brought you to a place he knew so well. He was trembling, hands shaking as he fumbled for the key he kept round his neck, hung by a ribbon of scarlet silk. As he did, your hand reached to the ivy-smothered wall, finding exactly what you had not known you were looking for. The door had not been opened for ages, Marcus turning the key quickly and revealing the secrets within.

Ages had passed here and the garden had grown wild, smothered with weeds and tangled ivy. And yet the flowers remained, anemone and bleeding hearts and roses, always roses.

How you had loved the roses…

They had taken over the tree now, blood red blooming against the pale trunk and thorns glittering black and cruel. A silver swing still hung from a low branch and you reach out to touch the ropes softly...you had been here before, hadn’t you? Sitting right here, just as you were now, swaying in the sunlight, spinning, laughing.

He had been here too.

Here with you, laughing and chasing you through the roses, lips on your neck and glitter in your eye. Without knowing it you moved, sitting on the swing and looking up into the sky through half-lidded eyes.

And he had joined you, kissing your neck once more and smiling as you sighed.

“Something just like this...”

You did not know why you said it. It was something that had lingered in your mind even as a human, more of a promise then a phrase.

Once, you had believed, once someone had told you such a thing. That had promised it, everything and anything, and you had known it to be true, dreaming of your happily ever after and then...than what? The dreams always faded into confusion and terror, a nightmare so brutal that you had never been able to make any sense of it. Pain. Terror. Betrayal. But that did not matter now, not when he whispered so sweetly in your ear, his voice like honey and starlight as he promised you everything and anything all over again.

“Please,” he begged. “Anything you want, please just don’t leave me...”

At once you turned to him, nearly falling into his arms. But Marcus caught you easily, just as he always had, pulling you into him and holding you close. It felt perfect just like this, everything falling into place once more.

“Don’t you understand?” you asked. “I never wished to leave you, never...I’ve been trying to make my way to you ever since.”

“I’ve been here! Right here, I have been waiting for you...I was so alone, my love...”

“I’m not alone and neither are you.”

Waiting no longer, Marcus kissed you sweetly, falling into you once more. Any doubt vanished when your lips met his, love devouring him sweetly. It was the same as it had ever been, gentle and soft and so much like you. Marcus forgot himself, falling back into the tangled grass and pulling you along with him. You laughed into his lips, hands playing with dark curls, as you kissed him again and again. For hours you lay there, without care for anything else until you were disturbed.

“Brother?”

Aro’s cool voice cut through the laughter, Marcus rising up with bright eyes and flower petals in his hair. He was confused, clearly, looking between you both and attempting to make sense of the matter.

“Don’t you see?” Marcus asked.

Reaching out, you took Aro’s hand happily, laying on Marcus’s chest. At once memories flooded from your mind to his own, the king desperately searching your mind for answers and finding things he had nearly forgotten.

His mother’s voice, much like his own, singing a soft lullaby as a small child whimpered, storms ravaging the sky.

A girl calling his name, delighted over him.

Laughter and music swelling, figures dancing gracefully.

That same lullaby, sung by a man as a woman whimpered in pain, knowing that a moment of pain would be worth an eternity of love...but she had still been scared and he had still sang to her.

A frightened, dying whisper upon her lips, something so faint that it could no longer be heard...but he knew. He knew it well. Even if you did not remember, he did, shivering as the memories, that final memory, filled him coldly.

“Aro...”

Snapping out of his trance, the king forced himself to smile at the both of you, Marcus holding you close and as you looked up at him. Once upon a time, he’d been your brother and now...he did not know what this was, what strange magic this could be. But it was true, the proof was in your mind, and he comforted himself with the fact that you only claimed bits and pieces of it all.

“Welcome home, sister.”

Marcus was nothing but joy as you took your hand and returned home once again, already talking of your quarters in the tower and new dresses and everything else.

How happy he was! What a joyous occasion!

Laughter filled the castle, Marcus chasing you through the light of the fading sun.

But you did not run far and he caught you easily, pulling you back into his arms as you called him name sweetly, just as you’d done in his dreams.

“Marcus!”

There was nothing else now, nothing but you and this light, this love. He had come alive again, like roses after a long winter...never again would he lose you. Knowing now what that loss was like, he could not bear it again. And he never would, kissing you once more and knowing it now...

He was not alone, not anymore.

And he was loved.

Appearances - Yandere!Rafael Barba x reader

summary: Rafael loses his cool after finding you at a club and takes you home to punish you

warnings: sexual assault, verbal abuse, physical abuse, choking, non-con

The music throbbed through the speakers in the dark club, echoing loudly through your eardrums. It was a Top 40 song, but that didn’t stop you from trying to pull your bestie onto the dance floor with you.

“Thanks for bringing me here, (y/n). I probably wouldn’t have left my apartment if you hadn’t insisted on a night on the town,” she laughed as you stepped onto the strobe-lit floor together.

“You deserve to have fun, maybe even find someone new to dance on,” you suggested, nudging her.

After a long and painful breakup, you wanted to remind your best friend that she could have fun once in a while. You hadn’t been out in a while either, at least not since moving in with your boyfriend, and you were due for a change of scenery.

A server came around and offered you both shots from a platter. You downed them together and kept dancing, having lost track of your drink count for the night.

All of a sudden, the music switched to a Ke$ha song. You and your bestie shrieked with delight and began busting moves left and right.

While you were belting out the lyrics together, a tall guy in a starched white shirt and black dress pants came up behind you. He snaked his hands around your waist and drove his hips into your ass. You entertained him for a minute, but then he pushed your dress up and tried to pull down your underwear. You pushed the man away and sidled up to your friend.

"Get off me, you creep!" you yelled as he slipped through the crowd, laughing with one of his buddies.

"That was so weird," your friend remarked as you pulled your dress back down over your thighs.

"What a douchebag. I should probably tell the bouncer to keep an eye out for him," you sighed, your friend following you as you wandered towards the entrance.

"So, is Rafael okay with all this?" she asked hesitantly, sympathetic tone evident in her voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Y'know, going out, drinking, dancing, clubbing. I thought he had an aversion to this side of the city and your involvement with it."

"He is, but I really missed going out with you, like the old days! I can't help it. I'm still in my twenties, I want to have fun when I can and make memories like this with you," you grinned, nudging her shoulder.

"That's the spirit! If it makes you happy, Rafael can deal with it. Period," she grinned.

The two of you explained what had happened to one of the bouncers, who said he would warn management and keep an eye out for the guy.

After that, you both decided to leave and hit another club.

"There's a club right down the street that my co-workers were raving about, it's called Marquee," your friend offered, and you agreed.

Once the two of you were in, you ordered some drinks at the bar. It was swanky and expensive-looking, but the drink prices weren't too bad for Manhattan.

"So, what was your cover story for tonight?" your friend asked cheekily.

"What?"

"Like, what lie did you tell Rafael?"

"Oh! I told him about your breakup, so he thinks we're just getting one drink at a bar. I was supposed to be home an hour ago, but I texted him that you were distraught and needed more emotional support," you laughed.

"And what bar did you tell him? You think he'll come looking for you?"

"I told him we were going to Porchlight, which he hates. I don't think he'll come looking. And my phone just died, so we should probably not stay out for too much longer," you rationalized.

Sure, you hoped Rafael would trust you enough to not come looking for you, but the truth was that he was always paranoid about something happening to you. Most of the victims he dealt with were around your age, pretty and young. He didn't like the idea of you going out without him.

—

Half an hour later, you and your bestie had about four more drinks and were back on the dance floor, dancing with some nice guys around your age that you'd just met. You were just having fun, not even dancing particularly scandalously.

Everything changed when you felt someone yank you away from the group by your arm. You fought against your attacker, pushing and kicking, until he dragged you to the edge of the dance floor. In the low neon lights, you could see it now. It was your boyfriend, Rafael Barba, looking angrier than you'd ever seen him before.

"What the hell, Raf?!" you screamed, yanking your arm away from him.

"I'm disgusted. You're coming home with me right now," he seethed, grabbing your hand once again and dragging you out of the club. You didn't even have a chance to tell your friend goodbye.

"What the fuck were you doing?" he yelled, pushing you out the front door and onto the city street.

"I-I was just dancing."

"It looked like you were whoring yourself out to those guys. And I can smell cologne on you that isn't mine," Rafael said in a strangely low tone.

"I'm sorry, Rafa. I didn't cheat on you, I swear. There was a guy at the other club who tried to hurt me, and--"

"Another club? Was this your plan all along, to lie to me and go dancing like a slut instead of spending time with your loving boyfriend?" he asked, voice steady. You could see him clench his jaw, and his grip on your hand was getting tighter.

"No, I just wanted to help my friend get over a breakup, you know that," you weakly protested as he dragged you in the direction of your shared apartment.

"Do you know what you look like, stumbling around Manhattan like a drunk slut? Did you ever think about how this would look to the squad if they were out on a call and saw you like this? Or what about one of my colleagues at the DA's office, seeing their esteemed co-worker's whore of a wife stumbling around the streets looking like a working girl?" He snapped angrily.

You could tell how mad he was because he refused to look at you. You stayed silent and cast your eyes down at the sidewalk. You wiped your eyes as you could tell you were getting closer to your building.

"Of course, because you didn't think, you never think! You look terrible, (y/n). Your dress is too short, too tight, ripped, stained, your makeup is smeared, your hair is trashed and you smell horrible. And you know what? I'm going to punish you," he stated, turning to you. His green eyes darkened as they raked over your body, thinking of everything he would do to you once he got you home.

You sniffled, trying to brush your hair down with your fingers. Rafael had never been this mean to you before, never made you feel like this.

—

You were exhausted when Rafael pushed you into the apartment. He slammed you against the door and locked it before grabbing you by the neck.

You gasped, struggling to breathe as Rafael tightened his grip. His gaze was wild, like an animal's. He was looking at you like prey.

"C-can't we just do this later? I'm tired," you rasped as Rafael let go of you.

"No, we won't. You need to be punished, I have to make sure you aren't going to pull this shit again. And you aren't, right cariño?"

"No, Rafa, I won't."

"Get in the bedroom and get undressed. And clean up your fucking face," he spat, tilting his jaw up at you.

Rafael took his time pouring his whiskey. He wanted to think about how to punish you most effectively, how to make sure you would never pull this kind of shit again. You were a stuck-up, entitled bitch who took advantage of him and his generosity. But not anymore.

When he entered the room, you were fully naked on top of the king-sized bed.

"Please, Rafa, I don't want to do this right now," you whined, pouting at him.

"Sit up," he instructed. Once you did, he slapped you clear across your face. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and you could feel a red welt already blooming on your cheek.

He stripped out of his polo and dress pants quickly. It was the outfit he had thrown on quickly to retrieve you, once he saw your signal go dead at the club.

You were crying now, unable to hold back your fear and the wave of emotion that had consumed you. You watched your boyfriend swallow the rest of his whiskey and take a deep breath. His hungry eyes glanced over you once again.

He climbed over to you and clamped his hand over your mouth. Your eyes grew wide as you wondered what he planned on doing to you.

Then, unexpectedly, he removed his hand.

"Actually, I want to hear you cry for help. I like knowing no one is coming to help you."

He climbed on top of you and pressed his naked body to yours. Then, he jammed his tongue into your mouth. You were overwhelmed by the taste of whiskey on his lips so you breathed through your nose.

You reached your hands up and wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders in an attempt to try and ground yourself.

Rafael shoved his tongue deeper down your throat, causing you to gag. You sniffled as cold tears ran down your face and dripped to the sides and down your ears.

All of a sudden, Rafael's hand traced up your side and came to rest on your throat. He squeezed, ignoring your gasps for help and fending off your attempts to move him.

"Just give into the darkness," he hissed. You closed your eyes, silently begging for your suffering to end.

₊˚ʚ♡ɞ˚₊ boss's daughter ₊˚ʚ♡ɞ˚₊ jealous!snake x reader

WARNINGS: f!reader, age gap, degradation, snake is kinda mean in this one, rough sex, unprotected sex

Snake seldom considered himself prone to anger, as most Norse men were. however, even he could not help the anger surging in him at the sight of you giggling so cutely with Einar at that old man's house. he struggled to suppress the urge to cut down Einar, managing to restrain himself.

You were a beautiful girl who had gotten plenty of attention from the men around the farm, especially from his own men who have not been with a woman for years. It shouldn't be a surprise to him that you spoke with everyone, because of your friendly nature. However, it ignited a fiery jealousy within him.

Since when did he get so sensitive? You seemed to have changed him in more ways than one. Whatever. He's going to punish you today for testing him.

That's how you found yourself on the table with your legs spread with your dress pulled up to show your tits while Snake pounds away into your quivering pussy.

"Snake-mmh!" you tried to keep your voice down. "They're going to hear us"

Your eyes were teary with embarrassment and mortification yet Snake had very little sympathy. It was evident by the way he went even faster, jolting your smaller body on the table. You shivered in arousal at the veins on his rough hands as they clutched your soft thighs to keep you in place from running away from his brutal fucking.

"You think I give a shit, keep quiet if it bothers you that much" he sneered down at you, flipping you around to rain down harsh spanks on your plump ass. You whined at this as he had a strong hand yet he only scoffed.

"Maybe your little friend, Einar would be happy to see you like this" he whispered in your ear, holding your face still. "Probably the closest thing he will have to you"

"No!" you squealed softly but you found yourself unable to speak further to justify yourself, your voice coming out strangled.

"Look at you" Snake smirked. "Already crying like a whore when I have yet to finish with you"

Snake gave you a tight slap on your pussy, making you jolt in surprise, whining. He could tell you were already so cock-drunk, wanting more and more of him. His large, rough palms smooth up and down over the soft skin of your belly.

"Do you feel me here?" Snake whispers to your cowering form as you held on for dear life on the table.

"Ye-yess, you're so deep!" you whimpered out, trying to meet his thrusts.

"Hey, I thought I told you to be quiet, you little slut" Snake scolds you harshly, gripping your hair tightly and setting a brutal pace. His well-defined hips slam into yours, making you squeal.

"Fuck, you're tight" he gritted out. "You know you really pissed me off today"

You looked up nervously and gulped at the increased pace of his cock hitting the sweet spots in your pussy. The harsh words he said weren't enough to distract you from the fact you were about to come apart in a matter of minutes.

"Are you gonna cry again?" Snake jeers mockingly. "I don't want to see another fucking tear on your pretty face, you fucking slut" He gripped you tighter, grinding your breasts together as he fucked faster. His breathing hitched as you writhed beneath him, arching your back in pleasure.

The pressure building within your lower abdomen increased, you could barely contain yourself now.

"Oh, God! Oh, yes!" you cried out weakly before your body convulses violently, writhing under the powerful stroke of his thick cock.

"Don't move" he muttered harshly into your neck, nipping lightly and licking around the mark. Then he continued pounding into your pussy until you screamed for mercy at last, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Come on, baby" Snake said hoarsely, grabbing your leg above your knee and pumping in long, steady strokes. He kissed you hard and fast with every stroke until you panted breathlessly and begged him for release.

Your whole body shuddered with orgasm, tears staining your cheeks as the waves of pleasure took over. Snake continued to pound your pussy with abandon, his thick shaft spurting with each powerful thrust and causing his cum to shoot across your thighs and stomach. He collapsed on top of you with a grunt, tickling you with his rough stubble. After taking several minutes to calm himself, he slid out of you gently and you collapsed against the cold table, panting softly with exhausted bliss.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Snake says gruffly, his face softening and giving you a sweet kiss which you eagerly returned. You let him carry your tired body back to his room, laying in bed after he had dried you both off thoroughly and tucked you under the blankets. You cuddled him, placing your head on his chest as he ran his fingers through your locks to lull you to sleep.

"I only love you Snake" you whispered. "I promise I don't want anyone else" you stared up at him with those innocent and beguiling eyes of yours making him feel guilt but also a strange mixture of pride and love for making you feel this way about him.

Snake's heart clenched at the cute way you tried to assure him.

"I know that, my sweet girl," Snake said, kissing your forehead. "I love you more than anything else in the world"