Yandere Nacho Varga Headcanons

Yandere Nacho Varga Headcanons

warnings: kidnapping, general yandere stuff

- bby Ignacio has never fallen in love before. he never thought it would happen for him, and he accepted it

- until you walked into his life, that is

- you probably wandered into El Michoacáno, an innocent pedestrian unknowing of the restaurant’s cartel affiliations

- you gave him a sweet smile before he took your order and he could’ve sworn he was floating on cloud nine

- he asks if you’re a local and you respond yes, but you live downtown and never usually came to the west side

- you exchange phone numbers and Nacho honestly doesn’t know what has gotten into him

- he was hit with the immediate urge to kick Jo and Amber to the curb, to replace them with you

- with your sunny disposition and smile to light up his sad, drug-riddled condo. he wanted to cook for you there, to fortify the place so no one could infiltrate your love

- you agree to a few dates with Nacho, as he is very attractive and sweet, but he seemed a little off to you

- dark, brooding and oftentimes wearing a scowl on his face. until he sees you, that is

- when Gus says something that Nacho takes as him threatening your safety, he kidnaps you almost immediately

- he never wants to risk your safety, now that he has something to live for

- he loves you more than himself, that much is obvious

- he can be insecure but does his best to minimize it

- he brings his father over once to meet you, and you smile and behave pleasantly

- his father is just really happy he found someone good for him and steady, a constant

- little does he know that it’s against your will lol

- I don’t think being under his control would be too bad, he treats you basically just as his partner

- he’s definitely one of the better yanderes to have in the bb/bcs universe

- if you have hobbies, he tries his best to have materials for you at all times so you aren’t bored when he’s gone

- books, dvds, crafting supplies, art supplies, you name it he’ll buy it for you

- he doesn’t give you a phone or cable tv, and he doesn’t have a desktop either

- better safe than sorry, he doesn’t want you contacting anyone

- he doesn’t want any kids, at least not now while he’s involved with cartel stuff

- he’s already brought you into this, he doesn’t want a helpless child to be either

- he wouldn’t make it too difficult for you to leave, only difficult for others to enter

- he’s pretty charming, so if you aren’t already in love with him, you will be soon

- overall he is loving and kind and not too bad of a yandere!

₊˚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"

not just you and me | 🔞

cw: fem bodied reader | threesomes galore | oral (m receiving, f receiving) | overstimulation | fingering | squirting | double penetration (two pps in one hole for gun and goo's part)| spit roasting | i use she/her pronouns like twice eek | all characters featured are 18+ wc: each throuple is ~800 words each. 2.4k total

just straight up filth. proceed with caution and don't say i didn't warn you.

──★ ˙ ̟JAKE AND SAMUEL

The one sided competition between Samuel and Jake was no secret. It was one of the things that Samuel had a hard time hiding. So, naturally, you can’t help but push his buttons and wonder aloud if Jake was better than him in the bedroom. The latter had never paid any mind to the imaginary feud between them but once the teasing words leave your mouth, he’s intrigued.

Not because he has anything to prove, but solely due to the fact Jake has been waiting for you to give him a chance. Jake had already heard from Samuel about the few drunk slip ups where he got lucky, and ever since then Jake had been waiting for his turn. Even if he had to share you with Samuel this time, it would have to suffice for the time being. 

Your legs are spread, with Jake settled between them; your back in an impossible arch as he holds your hips firmly, pulling you onto his mouth. The first time you cum on his tongue, all you can think about is how quick it happens. The second time he makes you orgasm, you start to feel a little bit dizzy—by the third one, you’re delirious and can barely focus on using your own mouth to suck off Samuel.

“You think he’s better than me, don’t you?” He chuckles bitterly, stroking your hair as he looks down at your trembling body that was still being pleased with Jake’s lips and tongue, but this time with the addition of his long fingers. So selfishly lost in your own bliss, you can’t even formulate a response to Samuel as your moans pour freely from your mouth when you pull away from Samuel once again, your hand quickly jerking off his slick cock; coated in the most obscene amount of your saliva.

“Fuuck—” You gasp out, feeling the pad of Jake’s thumb circling your clit while he eases his fingers into you. Samuel watches—totally just to see the way your body responds, not because he wants to see Jake’s methodology for getting you so delirious— an amused smirk tugs at his lips seeing how much of a mess you’ve made. You’re pathetically writhing against the sheets, rolling your hips against Jake’s fingers as they press into your sweet spot; deliberately pushing yourself to overstimulation because there was just something about Jake’s tender touch that had you fiending for more. 

Samuel lets you have the pleasure of cumming on Jake’s fingers one more time before he’s moving around; the latter looking just as confused as you but still following Samuel’s lead anyway. The two of them exchange a couple hushed words between each other while you lay lithe against the bed. So fucked out and your throat sore from a combination of moaning so much and having Samuel ramming into your esophagus, you can’t find it in you to make any sort of noise of surprise when Jake suddenly lifts you up off the bed. Biceps flexing as he hooks his arms under your knees, you immediately cling on to him for support, your eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and curiosity.

“Just focus on me.” Jake tells you gently, leaning to capture your lips in a languid lip lock that has your body going slack in his hold. For a split second, you feel his hard length grazing your inner thigh right before it slips right into the sopping wet hole he just stretched out with his fingers. Moaning into his mouth, your once slack limbs are tensing up as you hold on to him tighter. With Jake kissing you so heatedly and the slick warmth of your walls wrapped around his cock, your senses are too overwhelmed to even think about what’s happening behind you.

You don’t hear the plastic lid of the lube bottle flip open. You don’t hear the loud squelch of the bottle being squeezed as Samuel smears the viscous liquid all over his fingers. And you barely even notice him easing his now lubed up fingers into the puckered rim of your ass. Jake had managed to get you so wet, your arousal seeped out of your pussy and thoroughly coated your other hole. 

As much as the little green monster of jealous whispers nasty thoughts into Samuel’s ear, he does a good job ignoring it. The fact that Jake was getting his sloppy seconds coupled along with the fact you were finally letting him have your other hole was enough to keep his ego comfortably inflated. Taking his spot behind you with his chest pressed up against your back, Samuel retracts his fingers from your ass only to slip his cock inside; a rush of pride coursing through him when you break your kiss with Jake to toss your head back with a breathy moan when he breaches the extremely tight opening. 

The feeling of your ass being stretched open by Samuel’s fat cock should have hurt. Even through your lust riddled mind, you knew that. But when he’s fully embedded inside the cavity, all you feel is a slight discomfort from being filled with not one but two very impressive dicks. Your cheeks flush as you realize that the only way this was able to be a pleasant experience was because of how wet you were.

Now, all that was left for you to figure out was if it was the flair of sensuality Jake approached you with or if it was Samuel’s rough hands that knew exactly how to work your body that had gotten you the most excited. Perhaps you would need a couple more sessions to come to a decisive conclusion.

──★ ˙ ̟GUN AND GOO

At the hands of two sadists with very different attitudes yet share the commonality of finding pleasure in the sight of you totally wrecked beneath them, you should have expected this. 

“Do you really think both of us will fit in here?” Gun asks, his hands spreading apart the globes of your ass to get a better look at your sopping pussy that was greedily slurping up his length with every thrust. Your hole was stretched out around his cock like an elastic band; gripping him tightly and looking like it would snap if anything else tried to overextend it.

“I don’t see why not, she seems nice and tenderized.” Goo responds cheekily as he looks down at your body, on all fours while he occupies your mouth and his raven haired counterpart is rutting into you from behind. “Have you been keeping track of how many times you’ve came already?” He directs his question to you as he momentarily slips his length out of your mouth and awaits your answer.

“Lost count after the fourth time.” You murmur shyly, avoiding Goo’s gaze; already knowing he was gonna make fun of you for it. 

“See? Already so cockdrunk she couldn’t get past the number four! I say we do it.” He laughs, speaking to Gun as if you weren’t even there before slapping the head of his cock against your lips and encouraging you to take him back inside your warm cavern. Swollen lips glossed over with drool encase his length once again, hollowing your cheeks as you suck him off; moans rumbling in your throat from the way Gun was simultaneously ramming into you from behind. Mind fogged over, you don’t know how much longer things continue on like this until you feel your walls squeeze around the cock inside you, 

From behind you can hear Gun scoff in amusement before he slips out of you and Goo follows suit, leaving you feeling empty. The emptiness was short lived—much to the contradictory feelings of relief and dismay that muddle your brain. With a bit of repositioning, you find yourself on Gun’s lap, his dick deep in your guts once more as you look down at him with a dazed expression and still trying to make sense of what was happening. He slowly bucks into you as if he was trying to test the waters before you feel another set of hands on your torso, realizing that Goo was now behind you. For someone who didn’t have a serious bone in his body, you didn’t think he would follow through with the dirty idea he suggested to his comrade. 

Gun feels your body tense up the moment Goo taps the head of his cock against your butt and sighs softly, his hands going to cup your cheeks and force you to focus on his dark eyes boring into yours.

“Relax or it’s gonna hurt.” He tells you. It’s meant to be comforting but you perceive an underlying sense of threat. It was hard to tell whether you imagined it or not because you knew both of them definitely got off to you crying. But either way, you still try your hardest to release the tension in your body. 

Slick with lube, Goo’s slippery cock squeezes in against Gun who was already comfortably nestled within you. The fit is tighter than usual and has both of them groaning, fighting the urge to start moving within you immediately. However they weren’t that mean.  They give you as much time as you need to adjust to being totally stuffed like this.  

Once you give them the green light, Gun and Goo move in tandem, the timing of their thrusts perfectly synced with each other as they stuff your pussy with both of their cocks. With both of them inside you at the same time, sensitive spots you didn’t even know existed within your walls are being stimulated at once make the experience more pleasurable than you could have imagined. You’re making a mess on both of them as you lascivious sounds pour from your pretty lips. 

Though Goo isn’t able to see the dumb smile of pure bliss plastered on your face as you’re getting wrecked, he’s convinced that he has the best spot. From the way your ass bounces every time he snaps into you, how your pussy leaves a sticky trail of your juices on him and the way your hole can barely contain the two cocks filling you.

This was truly one of the best ideas he’s had in a while; and Gun would agree.

──★ ˙ ̟WARREN AND ELI

“Why are you using those fingers?” Eli asks critically, his brows furrowing and the hand stroking his length losing speed as he watched Warren ease his middle and index fingers into your pussy. 

“What?” The latter responds, attention currently being held by the way your walls eagerly sucked in the digits; a small purr of content falling from you when he starts to leisurely thrust them in and out of you. Eli sighs softly and moves to kneel between your legs beside Warren, grabbing his wrist before rather aggressively yanking his fingers out. Eli is quick to fill you back up with his own fingers— using the middle and ring— then curling them inside you, immediately pressing into your g-spot and causing a drawn out moan to pour from you. 

“If you do it like this— ” Eli instructs, thrusting his fingers into you with precise yet strong movements that make your thighs quiver and your moans come more frequently and more shrill. Warren watches each flick of Eli’s expert wrist, making mental notes of how easily you become a wreck beneath him but it doesn’t deter him from wrapping his hand around his needy length; idly pumping it as he listens to the wet slapping noises created by Eli’s palm smacking against your sticky snatch. 

“— She cums just like that.” Eli finishes as your back arches off the bed while the most debauched sound of pleasure leaves you. He pulls away from you just as suddenly as he approaches you and once again, Warren is placed in charge of making you cum. 

Utilizing what was just demonstrated before him, Warren dips his fingers back into your still sensitive hole and causes a small mewl to fall from your swollen lips. He repeats the same exact motions Eli had just shown and you feel yourself nearing your second orgasm impossibly quick. What catches you by surprise is when Warren places his free hand on your tummy right below your navel, pressing down firmly as his fingers jackhammer in and out of your cunt. A series of whines and squeals escape you as you thrash about but Warren does a good job of keeping you in place until a clear stream of fluid is avulsed from your loins as you squirt all over his fingers; your wetness dripping down his forearms.  

You’re trembling and gasping after the intense finish, your vision blurred by the tears that welled up in your eyes.

“Have you done that?” Warren asks Eli with a smug grin, slowly withdrawing his fingers from you.

“With my fingers? No. With my dick? Plenty of times. Let’s see if you can do the same.” The latter chuckles with a loose shrug, settling beside you and guiding your hand to his cock. Slick with a combination of his spit, your spit, and probably some precum, you waste no time stroking Eli as you try to even out your breathing from the back to back orgasms you were gifted with. 

While you’re busy with that, Warren grabs you by the hips, lifting you up slightly so your butt is flush with his thighs before easing his length into you. The stretch makes you whimper, but your pace doesn’t falter as you continue to pump Eli in your hand. Not too long after, Warren is snapping his hips into yours; each one of your moans fueling him to venture deeper and faster into you. His thick cock reaches even deeper than his fingers could and it has tears of pure elation streaking your face. Throbbing inside of your gushing walls, Warren’s head falls back with a low moan while his fingertips surely leave behind bruises on your hips. The sight of you so selfishly lost in your own euphoria has Eli pulsing in your palm, more of his precum spilling from his tip and allowing you to stroke him faster. But even as the both of you were aware of your impending climaxes looming on the horizon, the look of dark lust clouding Eli’s usually gentle eyes let you know that he was going to get his turn with you very soon.

an: oh my god???

All that Glitters // Volturi x Reader.

Aro gives you garnets.

Cold lips kiss your neck as your heart flutters, then sweet sound of it exciting the king in ways he cannot describe. You love him! You adore him!

And he can never thank you enough for such a glorious gift!

One day your heart will by silent and you will be as lovely as he is…but for now you are a mere mortal and he is content with spoiling you. Perhaps, he hopes, these gems might be pleasing and (they are certainly pretty). Gold and garnets glitter against your skin as Aro kisses you again and again. Sighing beneath his touch, you close your eyes and kiss him too, the sweet summer of your flesh meeting the winter of his own form…no, it can never be enough.

“Oh, it’s lovely, Aro!”

Your love is a far greater gift then glitter gold and pretty gems and he can never thank you enough for loving him as he does you. But he’ll spoil you still, dressing you like the queen you are, and loving you like lovers do:

Passionately, wildly, truly!

Caius gives you diamonds.

If one believes that the brutal king does not have a softness to him, they would be terribly wrong. You alone are his softness and the love he feels for you is his sole redeeming quality.

There is nothing to compare to your beauty, your wit, your love!

But diamonds are quite pretty and they look even prettier on you.

Picking what you like from the seller’s wares, Caius drenches you in silver and jewels and dresses you like a queen…his queen! No one else will know this, but the diamonds draped around your neck is proof of some softness of his. Kissing your hand sweetly, Caius walks with you through the castle, smiling at the sight of his dear queen.

Diamonds around your neck, roses in your hair, and his kiss upon your lips.

“Caius…”

Upon his throne, he is a cruel creature, showing no mercy to the quivering monsters at his feet. But in the privacy of his quarters, Caius will pull you onto his lap and show the sweetness that no one else has ever (or will ever) see. You’re whispering sweet things in his ear, lips nipping at naked skin as Caius sighs beneath your touch. The light catches the diamonds wrapped around and the sight makes him grin as you glitter like a queen.

His queen.

Marcus gives you pearls.

Years ago, in a moment of intense depression and loneliness, he had bought to rope of pearls…though he had not understood why.

Why did he want them?

He had no one to share this gift with, no one to love and dress in pearls and lace…he has nothing. Nothing. But still he kept the pearls, taking them out every so often to look at them and imagine…what would they look like wrapped around a pretty neck? How lovely would it be to place them around his lover?

Now he does not need to imagine.

“Catch me if you can, love!”

Marcus is smiling brightly at the sight of you, oh, how perfect you are! Dancing through the sunlit garden, your lover is chasing you between the roses and lilies, pale hands reaching out to grasp your waist and pull you into him. Laughter ripples through the air as Marcus kisses the sweetness of your neck, cold lips trialing along your skin until he meets the pearls.

Perfect and beautiful, just like you.

Pulling you away to a shady corner of the gardens, Marcus will worship you as the lovely goddess you are, glowing and glittering and drenched in pearls, as you though you had risen from the sea in splendor.

Felix gives you rubies.

They’re bloody and pretty and, oh, how lovely they look upon your skin! Red is his preferred color and he loves to drench you in bloody, bloody red.

For years, he has worn a ruby ring on his left middle finger.

And once he finds you (his lover, his darling, his mate!), he has a matching set made: a necklace, a ring, and a set of earrings. The excitement he feels when he finally gives you the gifts is wonderful, the massive vampire handing you the set of velvet boxes.

“Oh, Felix~”

Cold hands caress your skin as he dresses you in jewels. The necklace rests upon your neck and fixes the ring on your finger, kissing your hand as he does. You sigh sweetly beneath his touch as icy kisses move up, up, up your arm and along your neck. Still so warm in his embrace, Felix kisses the pulsing beat beneath your skin.

The world is silent tonight, there is only you and your undead lover.

And it will remain that way until morning light, Felix adoring you all through the night. Everything else will come off expect for those rubies, blood red gems the only thing left on your beauteous form.

Heidi gives you anything from her collection.

Over the centuries, Heidi has gathered a massive collection of earrings, necklaces, chokers, rings, bracelets, and more. There are diamonds and pearls and emeralds and sapphires, opals and rubies and topaz!

And you may have them all!

She loves to dress you up in glittering gold and silvers and a sparkling array of gems. They are lovely, yes, but she insists that nothing could be as lovely as you…especially like this.

“My love…”

Laying nude upon the silk sheets, your body is adorned by only her jewels, diamonds and pearls glittering all over your supple form. Bracelets and rings adorn your arms and hands, a shimmering rope wrapped around your neck and dripping down your chest. The sight of you is something godly, like a gift sent from the heavens above.

But even prettier are the kisses she gives you, lipstick staining your skin as Heidi makes her way to your lips and takes what is rightfully hers.

Santiago gives you sapphires.

While black, gray, and red are popular colors in the Volturi, Santiago has always preferred shades of blue. He likes the summer sky and starry nights, oceans and forget-me-nots and blue moons.

And he likes it all the more on you.

When he first found you and realized who you were to him (his one and only, his dream come true), Santiago had a gift made for you in hopes that you would one day wear it for him. And when you agreed to come away with him and become his for all of eternity, he gave it to you. Wearing it at this very moment, Santiago cannot take his eyes off of you.

The sapphires cover your skin like deep blue tears, looking so lovely.

Taking your hand in his, he pulls you into his embrace and begins to kiss the cold skin of your neck. It was there, Santiago recalls, that he had bitten you, venom still scarring the crook of your neck. He kisses the wound and grins as you sigh, hands running along his back.

“Santiago…”

He could listen to you say that for all of eternity!

Alec gives you his heart.

You convince him to attend a festival with you, the two of you sneaking out of the castle and into the city. In the darkness of the night, you dance and play, no different than any lovers dancing through Volterra…and then he sees it.

It’s a pretty thing, a red heart that glows when you touch it just so.

He wins it for your easily (though is sure to throw a loss or two in order to blend in a bit better, the both of you are already stealing too much attention) and clasps it around your neck as you smile.

“I love it!”

You kiss him sweetly and, since that night, you’ve worn it always. Sometimes Alec presses it just to see it light up because when it does, you light up too, giggling and kissing him all over again as he sighs in delight.

Eternity was never so sweet as it has been with you.

Over time, Alec will bring you many gifts (he likes to spoil you) but this will always remain his very favorite and one of his fondest memories.

Jane gives you a locket.

There are two of them, identical necklaces that she has made for the both of you. Within her own is a photograph of you and a tiny little daisy (the one you gave to her when you first met, pressed long ago). Yours shares the same photograph and a little bit of lace, ripped from the dress she had worn when you ran away together.

It’s very sweet but then again, so is she.

Though very few people will ever truly come to know Jane for who she is, you will be one of the few that know just how gentle and wonderful she cane be.

The silver heart is proof of such.

Every morning they both of you get ready together, Jane’s nightdress tossed over a chair as you brush her hair, her laying out your clothes for the day. And everyday you each place the necklace around the other’s throat, Jane stealing a kiss from your neck as she does.

“Janie!”

And you’re laughing, playing with her hair as you greet the sun together with kisses and dappled light and love.

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.

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