Jess Mariano X Reader

Headcanon for Steve’s top 5 kinks? I love your headcanons 🥰

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A/N: Thanks, anon! Oh, and just letting everybody know, this is only how I personally interpret the character. Obviously there is no way to know whether this is canon or not; it’s all just for fun!

Size Kink - Let’s face it, Steve spent a very large portion of his life always being the smallest kid around. Growing up, he probably felt very emasculated knowing that his future girlfriend/wife would most likely be taller and stronger than him. So when he gets the serum, he’s absolutely thrilled. He knows that he can be much larger than his girl now, because let’s face it, the man is huge. Steve loves how much smaller you are than him, and he’ll always make sure to remind you of it. Hushed whispers of, “Look at my tiny little doll,” and “You’re so small, baby, I don’t even know if big cock is gonna’ fit inside you,” are constantly things that he’d say during sex. And even if you’re a bit on the taller or heavier side, just the thought of him knowing that he’s much stronger than you is enough to get him going. This man is a super soldier and he definitely won’t let his girl forget it.

Daddy Kink - This is something that Steve would’ve had no clue about before you mentioned it to him, but over time, grew to love it so very much. He loves just how adorable and innocent you look when you call him by that name, and it’s completely his nature to be protective and nurturing towards his girl. Steve gives the biggest soft dom vibes ever, so the title ‘Daddy’ would totally be perfect for him.

Spanking - This kink is amazing for Steve because it involves the two things that he craves most; being a disciplinarian, and your sweet, sweet ass. He loves the little noises that you make when his hand comes down on your bum, and absolutely adores seeing you all red and marked up when he’s done. Though don’t worry, he’ll always rub lotion on your butt at the end of a session, not wanting you to be in any actual long-lasting pain.

Breeding Kink/Pregnancy Kink - This is something that Steve wouldn’t have released he has until he sees you pregnant with your guy’s first baby. Back when he was younger, the man was almost certain that he’d never find a wife who cares about him, let alone ever have children with him. So now that he sees you all swelled up with his baby, it’s an addicting sight. It almost brings him a feeling of pride or possession; one that gives him so much satisfaction. He loves knowing that the child you’re carrying belongs to himself, and he loves that other people know it too. Plus, you look more than beautiful with a pregnancy belly.

Stockings - Steve absolutely loves seeing his girl wearing thigh-high stockings, especially a nice pair of white ones. Bonus points if they have bows at the top. The whole idea of nylons just reminds him so much of the olden days, and your legs look sexy as hell in them. It’s a win-win situation in his book.

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Maze runner ~ Sleepover with the boys Part 2 let the games begin ~

First if all sorry this took so bloody long to update. I know i should have updated this sooner but i was a bit caught up in schooling. But here you go hope you like it shank.

Minho: Well!! Go on Thomas

Gally: Yeah what we betting on

Thomas: Well we have to get rid of Alby firts, but i dont know bout you lot but i plan make Y/N mine by the end of tonight.

Minho: As if

Newt: i still don't think this is right

Gally: Then prepare to lose

Chuck: i don't want anything to do with this but leave Alby up to me (wow thats the most contradiction i've seen in once sentence)

Thomas: Fine fine ill make it more realistic, lets just have fun with Y/N

Newt: Are bloody mad!!!

Minho: Deal! She'll be with me boys...

Gally:...i dont know isn't that just like using her?

Thomas: Not if she likes it *smirks*

Newt: I swear one day i will hit you and i wont be sorry *glares*

Minho: i dont see a problem in it? She's single, were all single i hope...so what's the harm???

Newt: i guess your right...but still!

Y/N: Hi Guys!!! *burst into room*

*boys are all shokith*

Y/N: Omg you guys are having a meeting without me!! Rude! Also where is Alby?

*all the boys look at one another*

Thomas: uuuummmm

Newt: He's tending to something important

Y/N: *hears screaming* Is...that Chuck?!

Newt: NO! its just a a aaa Goat!

Y/N: What......?

Thomas: Yeah Winston's been teaching his pet goat new tricks. *smiles awkwardly*

Gally: Y/N i missed you *walks over wrapping you up in a warm bear hug*

Y/N: *blushes intensely, enjoy how warm and cosy the hug is*

*Gally looks over his shoulder and the boys who looked pissed*

Gally: *breaks hug, grabbing your hand dragging you over to the group* Come on sit we have a lot of stuff planned this evening.

*the two of you sat nice and close to each other*

Y/N: Why are you guys so tense??? *you look over seeing all of them Glaring at Gally and then at one another*

Y/N: Are you guys like telepathic or some shit!!!

Newt: Oh no we are just having very intense staring contest!

Y/N: Why?

Minho: No reason, don't worry your pretty little head of sweet pea. *Minho throws a wink at you, of course you blush*

Gally: Alright Thomas! What do we do first?

Thomas: Well i got some options

Thomas:...we got truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark and 7 minutes in heaven...

Y/N: ....*blushes in tensely*

Minho: You nervous? *smirks*

Gally: Don't be beautiful

Newt: Its your choice Y/N....

Sorry i haven't been updating. But im back, also comment which one of these do you want in the next chapter (truth or dare, hide and seek, murder in the dark or 7 mins in heaven.)

Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

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A/N: Requested. 

Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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Imagine: Being in a Poly Relationship with Harley and Joker:

Mate

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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

- From A.

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oops, I did it again

Summary: Three times Y/N saved Jesper’s life and one time he almost didn’t save hers

Jesper was regretting approximately three things: His choice of drink, his choice of game and the fact he’d pissed Y/N off enough that she wouldn’t be coming to bail him out.

“Alright, listen, I do have your money,” Jesper said, standing up and slowly backing away from the table. “It’s just not on me right now.”

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Accents

The maze runner: Newt x Reader

Warnings: None

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You woke up in a cage that was moving upwards and you were surrounded by boxes. When you tried to think of how you got here you got nothing. Trying to think harder and still nothing. The fear of nothingness growing inside of you. You felt your breath quicken and your chest felt thight. Your throat felt sore as you tried to scream. But no sound came as it hurt very bad. The last thing you knew before you passed out was that the cage stopped and a bright green light.

When you woke up you heard people wispering. "It's a girl" "what the shuck?"

You opened you eyes, the light of the sun blinding you so you squeezed your eyes and looked up. You saw a cirkle of boys standing above you. Not one girl. It scared you. You crawled back until you felt the metal of the cage on your back and hid behind a box.

You felt the cage shake as two boys jumped down. You tried to see who it was. It was a boy with dirty blond hair and deep brown eyes where you could drown in. He slowly walked up to you, he pulled the box away and gave it to the boy behind him. You tried to move back further but you couldn't. You looked up at the boys who were still looking down at you. You started to panick and your chest felt thight again. The blond looked at you and up to the boys. Then he said to the boys "back to everyone or I'll tell Alby you're freeloading"

The boys groand as they walked away.

He crouched down beside you and said "hey, I'm not going to hurt you. Okay? I'm here to help" he gave you a warm smile. You couldn't help but smile at the blond. "Do you know your name?" He asked. You thought for a moment but you came up with nothing. " i-i- don-n-n-t" it hurt like hell when you tried to talk. You grabbed your throat, it felt like it was on fire. "Does your throat hurt?" He asked. Thank god he knew what you meant. You nodded and he said "Lets get you out of this cage and give you some water. Maybe that will help" you nodded and he gave you his hand as you stood up. You looked around as you came out of the cage. The place you where in was surrounded by huge walls. What the hell was this place. The blond boy who helped you up stood beside you and said "welcome to the glade" you looked at him with a questionable look. He looked at you and chuckled. He gave you a quick tour and then he walked you to something that was called to homestead. "I am Newt by the way"

Newt... it suited him. He gave you a glass of water and you drank it immediately. He chuckeled at you. "Better?" He asked.

Then it came to you, like a vage memory, your name. "Y-Y-Y/N-N" you tried to say. "Y/N?" He asked. "Is that your name?" You nodded.

"Talk when you're ready for it. Don't want to hurt yourself" he said. You nodded again.

"Y/N" he said again "What a beautiful name"

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks and smiled.

~TIME SKIP TO BONFIRE-

You sat looking at the fire in the middle of the circle full of boys. You came to learn more about the glade as Minho talked to you. You still didn't talk because of your throat. He told you that Newt was second-in-command and that Alby was the leader. He also told you more about how things worked around here and that everybody had a job to do. Minho was the keeper of the runners and sure liked to brag about himself.

Then Newt came to sit next to you. "Hi there" he said. You smiled at him as a sort hello.

He gave you a jar with a weird concoction in it. You looked at the jar and back at Newt with a disgusted face. "Drink up" he said. "It’s not as bad as it lookes" Minho said smirking. You looked at both boys and back at the jar. Then you took a sip. You spitted it out immediately and said "BLOODY HELL! Not as bad as it looks?!"

Everyone was silent. You looked up and saw everyone looking at you and then at Newt. "Now you are not the only one with the weird accent Newt!" Minho spurted out laughing. You were bright red and looked at Newt who was also blushing and he gave you an awkward smile. You smiled back and gave him a nudge. Then everyone started lauging.

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Harleen’s Intern Part 1

“Ok y/n. You can do this. It’s no big deal, you’ve been trained for this. Plus you won’t be alone. Dr. Quinzel promised she’d be there the whole time. Breath.” You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You’ve been giving yourself this pep talk all morning. Today was the day. The day you would finally get to work with the clown prince himself. You’d spent weeks preparing yourself, reading and re-reading the Joker’s case files. Last week Dr. Quinzel informed you that you were ready to sit in on a few of his sessions. You were incredibly nervous but also excited to finally be working with a client. You’d woken up early as a result of a sleepless night but you didn’t mind. You used the extra time to actually eat a decent breakfast and take an extra long shower. You had finished putting on your makeup and you were feeling confident. It was time to go and you were ready to take on the world. Or at the very least a very psychotic criminal. You arrived at Arkham earlier than usual. Dr. Quinzel was waiting for you behind her desk when you entered her office. “Hello y/n. You’re early.” She said with a smile. “I know. I’m nervous.” You replied with a nervous grin.  Dr. Quinzel stood up from her desk. “ That’s perfectly normal. To tell you the truth I was nervous my first time too.” She winked at you and headed for the door. You followed behind and felt your heart rate increase with every step you took. “Deep breaths y/n. Don’t let him know your nervous. He feeds on that.” Dr. Quinzel advised. You nodded your head and took a few deep breaths. Before you knew it the only thing that separated you from the clown prince was a door. Dr. Quinzel placed her hand on the door knob. “Are you ready?” She asked. You tried to control your breathing but you were failing.  "As ready as I’ll ever be I suppose.“ You gave a weak smile that Dr. Quinzel returned as she opened the door.

There he was a man with vibrant green hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. He was already seated at the table wearing his straight jacket. There were two chairs positioned across from J where there would usually only be one. J never took his eyes off of you as you crossed the  room. As you sat down J smiled. “Well what do we have here?” You remained silent while Dr. Quinzel answered for you. “This is y/n, she’s going to be joining us for a few sessions.”  J tilted his head to one side. “How exciting.” He replied his smile growing wider. “How about we get started.” Dr. Quinzel said gaining your attention. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at J this whole time. Well that can’t be good. So much for not attracting unwanted attention to yourself. You quickly refocused your eyes on Dr. Quinzel. Prior to entering the session you had planned on asking your own questions as Dr. Quinzel had encouraged you to do. But somewhere along the way you lost your nerve. Instead you sat quietly as Dr. Quinzel asked J a series of questions. He answered some and ignored others. After ignoring several of her questions, Dr. Quinzel decided to address his silence. “Mister J you seem distracted, What’s running through your mind right now?” She asked leaning back in her chair. J continued to stare at you as he answered. “Well Doctor.” He grinned. “ I was just imaging how it would feel to be between y/n’s legs, hearing her moan my name, begging for more.” Your eyes shot up darting from J to Dr. Quinzel. She tries to quickly put a stop to the situation. “Mister J I-” she’s cut off by J’s maniacal laughter. His eye locked with yours as he spoke again. “Tell me y/n, would you like that?” Dr. Quinzel stood up. “Enough. We’re leaving. Y/n come with me.” She stayed surprisingly calm.  You on the other hand couldn’t be more flustered. What had she said? Don’t let him make you uncomfortable? Yeah about that. Your cheeks were bright red someone on Mars could tell you were uncomfortable. You got up and followed Dr. Quinzel, you heard J let out an angry growl and heard him yell before the door fell shut. “I want an answer doll!”

The walk back to Dr. Quinzel’s office was silent. Well that session definitely didn’t  go as planned. So much for all that confidence. Now you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to face him again. As you entered Dr. Quinzel’s office she gave you an apologetic look. “Y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t think something like that would happen.” You gave her a half smile. “It’s ok. You couldn’t have known.” she walked to her desk and sat down. “Please don’t let this deter you from sitting in on his sessions. Just come back tomorrow and show him it hasn’t affected you. Maybe you should go home early today and relax before tomorrow’s session.” You nodded thankful you were able to return home. “Ok. Yeah thanks I’ll um I’ll do that.” Showing him he had not affected you however, was going to be a challenge. You returned home and changed into some comfy clothes and lounged around a bit. You spread out on your couch lazily as you replayed the events of earlier over and over again in your head. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut into a world of dreams. ‘You were back in that small white room sitting across from J. You were alone with him. Where was Dr. Quinzel? “Answer me doll.” You heard J growl. Your eyes darted back to his figure sitting across from you. His arms free of his straight jacket. This isn’t right. J stood up from chair and circled around the table leering at you. What was his question? “Tsk tsk tsk. It’s a simple question. Yes or no princess?” You didn’t know what you should say. So you simply whispered “yes.” And prayed it was the right answer. J seemed pleased as a smile had formed on his lips. He held out his hand to you and you took it. You stood and walked towards him. J grabbed your waist and pulled you close to him. “Say it doll. Say it.” He slid his hands downward gripping your ass tightly trailing light kisses down your neck and biting when he reached your collarbone. What did he want you say. Then it hit you. The question you never answered. You were just about to answer when you heard your phone go off. That’s strange, you shut your phone off when you’re at work’ You woke up still on your couch noticing your phone lit up on the coffee table. You had a message from your mom. ‘Hi sweetie!! I was just checking on you, I know today was your big day! How did it go?’ You had been asleep for a few hours and it took your eyes a few minutes to focus. You texted your mom back with a short and sweet message. 'It went great mom! Loved it!’ There was no need to worry her with what really happened you knew she would freak out. You were still pretty tired and it was late enough that you could justify going to bed early. You climbed into bed and spend the rest of the night in a dreamless stupor.

You returned to Arkham the next day and went straight to Dr. Quinzel’s office. She greeted you with a smile and seemed to be on her way out. “Hi y/n. We’re seeing Mister J a little early today, hopefully that’s not an inconvenience for you.” Your felt your stomach jump at his name and remembered the events from yesterday. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face him. “Dr. Quinzel, if you don’t mind i’d like to sit this one out. I’m not sure I’m comfortable going back in there just yet.” Dr. Quinzel gave you a sympathetic smile. “I understand, it’s ok.” She continued walking towards the door but turned around before exiting. “You know y/n, you can’t let him get to you. I understand if you need time but I would like you to continue coming to his sessions in the future.” You nodded a slight smile on your face and she walked out. You sat at Dr. Quinzel’s desk going over some case notes to keep yourself busy. You were surprised to see Dr. Quinzel return not 20 minutes later. You thought that was odd since mister J’s sessions usually lasted an hour. Whatever the reason she was back so soon, it couldn’t be good news. “Well you’re back early.” You said stating the obvious. Dr. Quinzel looked frustrated. “Mister J refused to talk about anything unless you were present.” She answers sounding a bit annoyed. You were stunned. Why would he want you there? “W-why would I need to be there?” You questioned a little hesitantly. Dr. Quinzel answered carefully. “Well, er, you see sweetie sometimes Mister J gets fixated on something. Or someone.” She paused for moment trying to find the right words. “When this happens.” She continued. “He begins to act out in order to get what he wants.”  Dr. Quinzel walked closer to her desk sitting on its edge. “I really hate to ask this of you, but it’s extremely important I get him to talk to me, will you please attend his next session?” You had a million questions running through your head but couldn’t find words to ask them. You nodded your head indicating that you would join Dr. Quinzel at the next session. She reached over and squeezed your arm a wide smile on her face. “Thank you so much y/n, I know this isn’t easy but I believe together we can help him.” She stood up getting ready to leave for another session. She was to the door when you finally found your voice. “Wait.” She turned back around. “Dr. Quinzel, why would he become.” You paused a moment and continued, using her words from earlier. “Fixated on me.” Dr. Quinzel shook her head. “I’m not sure y/n. But we have to do our best to get him unfixed. Otherwise…” She trailed off before speaking again. “Anyways don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time. I’ll catch up with you later to discuss our next session with mister J.” She waved with a smile and shut the door behind her.  What the hell was happening. He was fixated on you. You had read his case notes, you knew it wasn’t unusual for him to become obsessed with things, or people. But you never thought you’d be one of those things. And being one of Mister J’s obsessions absolutely terrified you.

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