A Love Too Dark (03)

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 Lalo Salamanca Headcanons

a/n: sorry these are so long but i cannot help but be a slut for this man

warnings: gun mention, breeding kink, sex, general nsfw content

SFW

- your first mistake was simply walking into El Michoacáno

- this beautiful, sadistic man had set his eyes on you from the moment you swung that door open

- your friendly laugh and eager smile captivated him

- he truly never believed in love at first sight and all that crap until he met you

- he struck up small talk with you just to learn more about who you were

- after finding out you were a broke college student, he handed over an application at lightning speed

- even though they really didn’t need any extra workers since it’s basically a front for the cartel

- but you were none the wiser, so you eagerly took the application and brought it back a week later

- you decided you couldn’t resist the mysterious, charming man that was Lalo Salamanca

- and besides, how harmful could a family man and chef with those eyes be?

- as it turns out, very.

- on your second day, you discovered that your new workplace was the location of various drug deals

- as the only waitress, your hands shook as you smiled and brought food to the men with guns

- Lalo promised that he would always protect you, though, and you believed him

- after you had worked at El Michoacáno for about a week, you’d let it slip to Lalo that you took the bus

- he didn’t ever want you taking the “filthy, dirty public transit” and started taking you back and forth from work in his 1970 Chevrolet Monte Carlo

- one time, the windows were down and a guy in another car whistled at you

- Lalo pulled out his gun and aimed it at the man’s head as he drove away in fright

- moments like this scared you but also majorly turned you on

- it isn’t long before you’re officially dating

- some people at school start to look at you different, as you sometimes bring Lalo around just to hang out

- you start seeing Lalo’s dark side, it doesn’t raise many red flags at first

- but after he establishes rules for you, makes you quit your El Michoacáno job to keep you safe and moves you in with him, it’s already too late

- he barely ever got physical with you, but the first time was when he saw you walking with your lab partner

- he waited for the guy to leave his dorm later and killed him

- then, he came home, still bloody, and slapped you across the face

- he wants you to know that you’re only only person he gets this defensive over, you’re the only one he loves

- he even tries to make you drop out of school at one point, just so you could be with him more

- you vehemently disagree, wishing to finish your degree

- but you are still indebted to him, as he now pays for your schooling, living under his roof, and anything else you could want or need

- he never means to scare or intimidate you, he just can’t control it sometimes

- you find out he’s in the cartel after about two months

- it suddenly made sense: the men with guns at your old job, the piles of money he seemed to have, him leaving randomly in the night sometimes

- he loves seeing you wear his button-downs, even just over a tank top or your pajamas

- it just turns his possessive streak on

- he has your name tattooed over his heart <3

- if you aren’t physically with him, either he is watching you from afar or he has two of his men watching you at all times

- he is very territorial with you and pretty much everyone in Albuquerque down to Mexico knows that

- his house in Albuquerque, though nowhere near as big as his house in Chihuahua, is huge

- it’s a sprawling four-bedroom with a huge pool and the perfect view of the Sandia Mountains

- “If you think this is beautiful, wait until you see the home in Mexico we’ll raise our family in,” he tells you

- he makes it very clear to you that you will give him many little Salamanca’s, and he will make sure you enjoy the process

NSFW-ish

- B R E E D I N G K I N K

- Lalo has a huge family and wants lots of children to carry on the family name

- he also loves your body when pregnant, how both of you know that your body is hard at work growing his offspring inside of you

- his favorite trick is getting you off with his hands, works every time

- he will pin you down and have his way with you literally anytime

- he fucks you so good that there isn’t even a thought left in your head by the time he’s done

- whenever he eats you out (which is a lot, he’s a giver) he loves watching you writhe and moan beneath him

- and his mustache feels so good down there

- he can sometimes get out of control with spanking you, choking you, etc.

- but you just have to tell him and he’ll stop. he doesn’t want to hurt you unless it’s for a punishment

- but the BDE… is true. it’s all true. he’s big but the perfect size. like not too big yk? he works that cock like magic

He Will Come

Pairing: Yautja x Fem!Reader Summary: You were caught three days after you and your son's arrival on earth by an organization called Project Stargazer. Now you both were treated like guinea pigs. No wonder, considering said son was a hybrid of human and Yautja. Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 4,126

You had been stupid, so stupid. You should have listened to Mi'ytiar, should have listened to him when he told you to stay on the ship during your stay on earth while your son went hunting. You had insisted on coming with him, as you desperately wanted to see your home planet again.

Not that you missed it. You loved Mi'ytiar, loved to be his mate, loved your life with him, your son and the new life you had on Yautja Prime.

You had just wanted to get out of the ship, get some fresh air, and see the full moon, which you couldn't see in your new home, when you suddenly were surrounded by soldiers. You didn’t even think about defending yourself, not in your condition. You had let it happen when they grabbed you and put you roughly in one of the black SUVs.

So many questions swirled around in your mind — how did they found you? What about the ship? What did they want with you? Would they hurt you? And what about Akail? Was he hurt?

You hadn’t dared to ask the armed men who were in the car with you. They all had looked at you with different emotions on their faces — disgust, curiosity, anger. One of them wore a grin that made your skin crawl.

When they arrived at their base, you were dragged through many corridors and were examined by — and you thanked God for that — female doctors. They took your blood, forced your into a strange suit, and put you into a completely white room.

Now you sat in a corner, huddled together. The door was in the middle of the wall on the other side of the room. A camera hung in the corner across from you from the ceiling and had an overview of the entire room. It reminded you of an interrogation room with windows to the left and right of the door, which looked like a mirror from the inside but allowed a glimpse into the room from the outside. A table and two chairs were standing in the middle.

You had pulled your legs to your chest as much as your swollen belly would allow, and your head leaned sideways against the wall.

It’s gonna be okay, you thought to yourself, everything’s gonna be fine.

You didn't know if you were trying to calm yourself down or your pup, who could sense your agitation and responded to you with kicking. You sat up straight in a cross-legged position, wrapped your arms protectively around your belly and caressed it soothingly.

Don’t worry, little one. Your daddy will get us out of here, he and your mei’hswei. We’ll be home soon. We can’t wait to meet you.

Not far from you, Sean Keyes greeted Casey Bracket. “There you are!” He said as soon as Casey stepped out of the elevator. “Welcome, I–“

Before he could continue, Casey walked straight past him to look at the two metal helmets and something that looked like a gun, everything displayed behind thick glass. None of it was human.

“Alien technology… Is that what you wanted me to see?” Casey's eyes wandered to the other showcases that displayed more weapons and equipment. “Can I take a better look at it?”

“Ahh.” Sean laughed, “But you haven’t even seen the main attraction.”

Casey tore her gaze from an interesting looking spear engraved with intriguing carvings and looked up at Sean. He had climbed the few steps that led to a glass wall overlooking a mix of operating room and laboratory and gestured with his head for her to follow him.

Quickly joining him, they both looked down and into the room. It was occupied by many people who, from their appearance, were scientists. There were guards, eight in total, guarding all four doors. Screens hung on the walls and desks carried computers and strange gadgets.

The only thing that got Casey’s complete attention was the table in the middle of the room and especially what was on it.

“Doctor Bracket.”

Casey looked away from the creature and at the man who had spoken to her.

“Would you like to meet the Predator?”

Yes, that’s exactly what she wanted.

Still processing what she had just seen, she followed Sean Keyes into the decontamination chamber. She was giving a suit that looked similar to the ones the scientists were wearing in the laboratory. The decontamination process didn't take long and she quickly slipped into the suit.

“Thanks for coming.” The dark-skinned man, Will Traeger, said to Casey as soon as the lab door opened and shook her hand. “I’m sure you have questions.”

“If I’m honest, only two.” Casey answered and followed the man down the stairs. “Why do you call it the Predator?”

They came to a halt in front of the table the creature was lying on.

“It’s a nickname. You know, the data suggests that it tracks its prey, exploits weakness. It seems to, well, enjoy it. It’s like a game.”

“That’s not a Predator. That’s a sports hunter.”

“Sorry?”

“A Predator kills its prey to survive. I mean, what you’re describing is more like a bass fisherman.” Casey simply answered, taking a step closer to the table.

“Well, we took a vote. Predator sounds cooler, right?” Will laughed and received approval from the surrounding scientists. “We found him, then his ship and more. He’s heavily sedated.”

She noticed that even unconscious, he was making a sound that closely resembled a cat's purring.

Casey had long stopped listening to him. She was completely absorbed by the creature, or Predator, taking in every inch of it. The physique indicated that it was a male. His height had to be around 7 feet. He had greenish skin that resembled reptilian-like scales. Its head was big and oval in shape. Instead of hair, what appeared to be dreadlocks grew out of it. His mandibles were the most eye-catching feature about him.

Could they be used for defense? And how did the food intake work?

“You are one beautiful motherfucker.” She finally said.

“I’m gonna guess your second question is why you’re here.”

Casey looked up to Will and signaled him with a nod to continue.

“Our test results yielded something a little… odd.”

Sean, standing next to Casey, handed her a device. She looked back and forth between the two men before accepting it. The screen showed a more complex DNA structure than that of a human, without a doubt that of the Predator.

“Is this a joke?” She questioned in disbelief.

“We ran the genome sequence ten times. This specimen has–“

“–human DNA.” Casey finished stunned.

“Yeah.” Will nodded, “Look, we know about spontaneous speciation. Mostly plants and insects but–“

“But some mammals. The Red Wolf, for example, a hybrid of the coyote and the grey wolf.” Sean interrupted him this time.

“It’s possibly some form of recombinant technology.” Will added.

“I get it. You want to know if someone fucked an alien.” Casey summed it up, finally knowing her purpose here.

“Not necessarily.”

Casey looked questioningly at Will. "Meaning?"

“Meaning, we have a rough idea. We would just like to know the detailed procedure.”

Casey's eyes widened and she looked at him in bewilderment. “You don't seriously expect a woman to procreate with that thing. There's no way that–“

“Oh, there is no need for that.” Sean assured her, “His equipment led us to his ship. We found it, but not only that.” He turned to the largest screen in the room and nodded to a man who started typing on his computer and turned the screen on. It showed some kind of interrogation room.

It wasn't long before Casey spotted a woman sitting cross-legged on the floor, slowly rocking back and forth.

“Are you trying to tell me that this is…”

“His mother, yes.” Will confirmed her thought. “His DNA matches with hers. Even through the father’s genetic heritage is more dominant than hers, you can still see differences between this one–“ He nodded to unconscious alien, “–and a homozygous Predator.”

“Wow indeed. And not only that, her human DNA has been altered to resemble that of the Predator.”

“Wow.” Casey mumbled and returned her gaze to the screen.

The woman now walked in circles through the room, stroking — and the biologist had to do a double take — her growing stomach.

Holy hell, she was pregnant!

Casey watched her mouth moving, so either she was singing or talking to the baby.

“We believe it’s a kind of adaptation to the living conditions of his home planet.” Sean started, “According to the blood tests, and we did several because we didn't want to believe the results, this woman is 73 years old, although she looks to be in her mid-20s.”

Casey’s mouth fell open, her heart pounding against her rib cage. “I want to meet her.”

He nodded and smiled at her. “That was the plan. No one has spoken to her yet, not even the nurse who brought her food or was taking her to the bathroom.”

“While science can answer many questions and give us great insight into our being, there are still things that remain unanswered.” Will added, "We don't know when she left Earth or how it was possible for her to reproduce with an alien. We don't know how her DNA changed, and because of that, we don't even know who she is.”

Casey nodded. “And you want me to get the answers to those questions from her?”

“Indeed.”

Casey was watching you through the one-way window. You were still pacing, one hand supporting your back and the other stroking your stomach in a circular motion. Even though you seemed nervous and scared, you also looked like a proud lioness ready to attack to protect her baby.

“Ready?” Sean asked.

Casey looked briefly at him and nodded.

“Great. We will wait here to watch and listen. In her condition I doubt she will attempt anything for the sake of her child, but if she does it will only take a second and security will rush the room.”

“Good to know.” She mumbled before heading to the door.

With a deep breath, she pushed down the door handle.

You caught that movement in the corner of your eye and turned to the intruder. “What have you done to him?!” You immediately demanded hysterically, growling at her like a wild animal. “Where did you take him? Where did you take my son?”

It was good that Casey was the first to speak to you. Probably no one out there had the slightest decency to treat you like a real person and would have strapped you to a table, too, careless of harm to you or your child.

“They took him to a lab and are holding him there. Nobody hurt him, I swear it.” Casey said, raising her hands to show you she meant no harm. “They just want to know more about him and his kind and why he is here, that’s all.”

You stared at her, softly caressing your belly as you pondered her words.

When there was no reply, Casey continued, “I just want to talk to you. We want to know how you… why you…”

“Why I got knocked up by an alien?” You suggested bluntly.

Casey nodded. “Yes. It’s practically unthinkable to come across an alien hybrid and its mother.”

“Where I went after his father took me from Earth, it’s more of a rarity than unthinkable.”

Casey took a step forward and hastily asked, “Do you mean you're not the only one? Are there other humans who procreate with them? Are they also studying hybrids and their traits?”

You laughed at her eagerness and walked over to the chair closest to you, sitting down on it. You waved your hand at Casey to do the same, as if you were hinting you were going to cooperate to answer her questions. The biologist glanced back over her shoulder at the reflective window where Sean and Will were watching the conversation. She sat down in the chair opposite of you and looked at you expectantly.

“Before I say another word, I want to see that my son is okay.” You demanded, trying to suppress the tremor in your voice, the very first sign of weakness.

Casey turned back to the windows and waited for someone to come through the door. Instead, the reflective surfaces of the windows turned into screens showing one and the same image — the captured Predator, still tied to the table and asleep.

There was a whimper coming from behind her. When she turned back, she saw tears building up in your eyes and one hand pressed to your mouth. It was surreal to Casey for a human having such an emotional reaction for an alien creature. On the other hand, this was his mother, unbelievable and absurd as it may seem.

You seemed to calm down, your eyes still fixed on the screen. You nodded to yourself before tearing your eyes away to look at Casey. The windows had returned to its normal state.

“We’re going to start with some easy questions, okay?”

You nodded again.

“Great. First I would like to know your name.”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You answered.

“Would it be okay if I call you (Y/N)?”

“I would appreciate it.” You said, “It's a nice change from all the other names I've gotten so far.”

“What do you mean?” Casey inquired.

“Alien fucker. Alien whore. Desperate little bitch who thought a man’s dick isn’t enough for her. Nothing I didn't expect from men.” You shrugged, “It just proves once again that Yautja males treat their females with far more respect and honor than a human male could ever comprehend.”

“Yautja?” Casey asked, leaning forward, arms crossed on the tabletop.

“You call them Predator, but their kind is actually called Yautja.” You explained.

Casey nodded and started to play with her fingers, her next question burning on her tongue. “How did you get into this whole thing? How did you get in contact with them?”

You huffed. “It’s quite ironic, you know. On the contrary what you may have expected, he saved me.”

“Saved you from what?”

“Again, men. Three of them. They had cornered me, kept groping me, pulled on my clothes…” You had to pause for a second.

Almost 50 years ago, you had been afraid when Mi'ytiar had taken you from Earth to bring you to Yautja Prime. But looking back, that fear hadn't been as great as what you felt at the thought of what those men would have done to you if he hadn't intervened.

“He protected me from those monsters… my own kind.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Yautja take their prey as a trophy after each successful hunt. Not only did he rip their heads off and their spines out, he also took me. I expected him to hurt me, to keep me as a slave, or... or to do what these men wanted to do to me. I found out later that I was really lucky that he, of all other Yautja, rescued me. It's incredibly rare that one of them takes an interest in a human being. Usually, they kill every last of them. Humans are too weak and too soft, but that’s exactly what he loves about me. That’s why he kept me alive.”

You let out sigh, considering how much you should reveal about the Yautja culture.

“On the contrary to me, a Yautja female is rough and large, even larger than a male. After all, they are the ones who carry their offspring and ensure the survival of their kind. The males have to fight for dominance and if the male wins, the female deems him worthy enough for mating and submits.”

Casey shifted in her seat. “Did you… Did he expect the same from you? Did he force you into submission to…?”

“Never.” You growled protectively, “He never forced himself onto me. Never. He was more patient and understanding than all the human males I ever met in my life. He treated me like I was the most precious thing he has ever seen. Never did he touch me without my permission.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.” Casey soothed you.

She had to be more careful and had to see this whole situation through your eyes — you were separated from your son and held at a facility who was examining you both while you had to worry about your unborn baby.

“Do you want to tell me about your relationship with him? Your, uhm…”

“He is my mate. My Life Mate.”

“Life Mate?”

“Female Yautja can mate with multiple males and give birth to their children, but some also choose a permanent mate. You could compare it to one-night-stands and marriage, only you can't divorce. It's not called Life Mate for nothing. You are bonded to each other for the rest of your life and they live for hundreds of years.”

“Can I know the name of your Life Mate?”

You eyed Casey briefly, looked over her shoulder at the reflective windows then at the camera in the corner and then back at her. “His name is Mi'ytiar. He is the leader of his clan.”

Casey sat up straight. “They live in clans? Like wolves in packs or horses in herds?”

You nodded. “With similar hierarchy dynamics, yes. There are many clans on their home planet, each living peacefully on their own. Sometimes clans visit each other, hunt together, celebrate together. That's how I found out that I'm not the only human on this planet.” You said, “But apparently I’m the only one who mated a clan leader. Most of them are expected to have a strong successor to take after them and Mi'ytiar, of all Yautja, chose a weak little human to bear his pups.”

Jackpot, Casey thought.

She finally got to the part that intrigued her the most — how was it humanly possible that you got pregnant, how was it possible for you to carry the child of an alien, and how did it not kill you?

“Since Mi'ytiar has fully committed himself to me, it was up to me to bear his offspring. The Yautja of his clan never dared to say anything. I’m the clan leader's mate, after all. But I noticed it in the way they treated me and looked at me. They knew it wasn’t possible for me to carry his children.” You looked down at your baby bump and returned to caress it. It seemed to keep you calm.

“At that point, that fact made me really upset. I got to know their culture, learned everything there was to know about them. I even started learning their language. I fulfill any task assigned to a clan leader's mate. I make my mate happy and proud. But I couldn’t give him a child.”

You looked up and into Casey’s eyes.

“Mi'ytiar is very attentive and he soon noticed that something was upsetting me. Apparently he was the only one who hadn't thought about his offspring at all.” You paused for a second to smile, remembering his reaction when he found out that you wanted to carry his pups. “The second he knew he wanted to keep me around when he took me away from Earth, he injected me with his blood. No matter how many times I've been called fragile and puny, the human immune system can sometimes work wonders. His blood had slowed down my aging and allowed me to survive on his planet. So we visited a healer to finalize my life as his Life Mate.”

Your cheeks flushed as you thought of how Mi'ytiar hadn't hesitated another second to make sure you got pregnant. You had spent several days in your bed, or nest as he called it, and there had been hardly a moment when he wasn't inside you. The thought of his beautiful mate, his love, carrying his pup in her belly had made him feral.

It hadn't been long before his seed took. The other Yautja had a satisfied reaction when they saw that their leader was about to become a father. Also, they finally treated you like a part of the clan. You had fully proved yourself, proved you could provide for the clan. You were finally one of them.

Akail's birth was hard. It felt like he was tearing you apart from the inside out. But thanks to the injections of his blood and the additional help of the tribal healer, your body strengthened enough that you didn't die, even though it felt like it. You were crying and smiling, with your mate at your side, holding your little bundle of joy in your arms.

He looked just like his father, no indication that his mother was human. However, his animalistic features were a little softer, difficult to recognize unless you were the mother. While you are being tended to, Mi'ytiar took his son in his arms to proudly introduce him to his clan.

Fondly, you thought back to one moment, a core memory — Mi'ytiar, lying on his side with you snuggled against him, both naked and partly covered in fur, and little Akail, just ten hours old, resting on your chest. At that point you were so incredibly happy.

It sounded weird and absurd that this was your life and no human would understand, but you would never trade it for anything.

“What’s the catch?” Casey asked after a while of watching you quietly stroking your belly.

“Huh?” You looked up.

“I don't think you're telling us all this without an ulterior motive. So what’s the catch?”

“I want to quench your thirst for scientific knowledge and in return, I hope you will release me and my son. There is no need to keep us here.”

Casey started to rock back and forth in her chair. “I don’t think that will be possible. There are still things that we–“

“Listen, I have cooperated in the hope we will be released when all your questions are answered. You won’t like what will happen if we are not soon to be freed.”

Casey glanced over her shoulder for what felt like the hundredth time, unsure of what to do or what to say.

“I promised him to contact him every day, you know. My mate.” You said, pride permeating your body. “And do you know what it will tell him? The silence?” Your question was obviously rhetorical. “It will tell him that something happened to me and therefore also to his son, because Akail would rather die fighting for his mother and Mi'ytiar knows that.”

Casey gulped. The threat was clear as the day.

“He will come and not alone. Do you really think you stand a chance against them?” You laughed, now more confident. “The human nature is arrogant, thinking they are superior to everyone. Eventually that will be the reason for your extinction. Your haughty stupidity will be the death of you.”

“(Y/N)–” Casey tried, but she was interrupted.

“No, you will listen to me just like you've been doing for half an hour now. I have lived among them for decades. I learned from them, I’m one of them. Stand between a Yautja and their Life Mate and it will end deadly for you. Stand between a Yautja and their Life Mate who’s pregnant and I promise you, you will beg for them to kill you.”

“(Y/N), there is nothing in my power to help you. I was simply asked here as an expert to examine this Yautja… your son. I can’t–”

“You will. And I'm not just talking to you in this case.” Your eyes wandered from her face to the windows and nodded to the people you assumed to be standing behind the glass, watching you. “I’m talking to them, the ones who have the power. Set me and my son free and I promise you nothing will happen to any of you.”

Suddenly, a blaring alarm sounded, startling both Casey and you.

Instinctively, you wrapped an arm around your stomach in a protective manner.

“Code Red. Subject Predator is on the loose.”

A shuddering sigh of relief left your lips as you slowly began to smile. You knew they couldn’t keep Akail immobilized for long.

One of the things he had in common with his father was that he was just as protective over you as he was. He would come to look for you.

Casey had already jumped out of her chair and was talking frantically to the people on the other side of the one-sided window.

You began to talk to your pup again, “Your mei'hswei is coming, sweetling. Soon the three of us will be back with daddy.”

continue with the second part He Is Here.

Vin Jin x Reader: Eyelash

G/N. Soft.

"Stop rubbing your eyes,"

"Piss off, it's itchy," Vin spits in your direction, never taking pause.

Which would be fine if he hasn't been excessively scrubbing at them for the last five minutes. It's distracting. Not to mention gross. The weird squelch of the eyeball and him grunting in annoyance.

With a sigh, you approach him. Standing almost chest to chest, you stretch up on your tiptoes, "Let me look."

Absolutely not, Vin thinks. He hasn't let anyone this close since... ever. At least not willingly. Just because you've seen his eyes bared and naked doesn't mean he still doesn't feel vulnerable around you.

Undeterred by his silence, you continue to badger him. "Hey,"

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Cmon."

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Might be an eyelash, some dirt, some dust. "

"..." Rub rub rub.

"Will you just let me-"

Goddamn you're annoying, "Fine!" Rub rub-

You hold onto his elbow, stopping him mid motion, and Vin positively growls at you. Sunglasses on askew, his left offending eye and twin pupils, peeking out over the top.

It's bloodshot to fuck. Rubbed red raw. Honestly, that stubborn asshole.

"Come here," you navigate him closer to the window and take advantage of the midday sun as he complains about you manhandling him. (Though you silently note he makes no effort to free himself from your grasp.)

"Stand still," you command and you remove his sunglasses. You're just about to tease him for how obedient and docile he is, when you notice his jaws clenched and hands fisted. Like a cornered animal. 

You change your tune.

"I'll be quick," you tell Vin, giving him a small smile and he gives you an even smaller nod.

True to your word, your fingers are swift. Gently pulling at his lower and upper lid, you peer this way and that into his eye.

"Can you-" You begin to ask, but Vin anticipates your question. Leaning down until he's at your eye level.

It feels humiliating, or at least it should. Having you this close, staring directly into the eye that made him feel like a monster all his life. Except your hands are tender and your smile is kind and instead of looking away ashamed, he can't help but watch you intently.

His usual demeanour is nowhere to be found. No biting words on his tongue, no sneer on his lips, no disdain on his face. He's captivated.

"It looks fine but," you murmur, picking something off his face. With a grin, you hold it to his mouth, "Make a wish-"

Vin peers down at your finger.

An eyelash.

"Idiot," he says without heat. Regardless, he still wishes. The same thing he has been hoping for more and more these days, and blows the eyelash away.

"Is your eye still annoying you?"

Vin doesn't know what to do with your concern and sincerity, choosing instead to default to how he always is. "You're annoying me," he teases, earning him a rough shove.

"Get your hands off me you hag!"

"You ungrateful asshole!"

As if on autopilot, your conversation once again devolves into bickering and snipes. All you can think about, however, was the proximity mere moments ago. The closeness to his face, the way he watched you, and his pupils blown wide.

And all Vin can think about is how childish his wishes used to be. Foolish and impossible, hoping to be normal. Futile. Desperate. 

But now, something else he wants, someone, finally feels within reach.

₊˚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"

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.