#last boss wallpaper

[fogysok-yt]

i'm going to show you all the prev pictures that i have tookin =) (and saved)

my man ⇈

[minhosimthings]

The Fallen One || 18+

Synopsis: For the final day of the pact, you find yourself intoxicated by the man you've yearned for, forever.

Pairings: detective!Jay × fem!reader

Warnings: smut minors Dni, fingering, cock riding, p in v sex, unprotected sex (not for you), reader has like three orgasms?, Jay's just really obsessed, Fluffy in the end, swearing, mention of food and alcohol, final fuck you to Heeseung yay

A/N: I haven't been able to carry out with my og plot in this fic because I, like an idiot, forgot I included bondage and i just wrote everything and now I neither have the heart nor the energy to write anything else, so to all my babies who wanted bondage, there's a fic in my wips for y'all. Anywho I had fun working on this series! Thank you for all the support that got me through writing everything and I hope next time my brain remembers to write WHAT WAS INTENDED IN THE FIRST PLACE-

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Jay's calloused fingers nudged a mauve hued record back into its place, near and tidy on an oak shelf slightly shorter than him. His eyes travelled to another section of the shelf, where his hands picked up an olive green record, silently sitting at the back, overshadowed by the bright blues that surrounded it.

His mouth stretched into a thin quiet smile as he gently took the vinyl out, admiring its sleek look in the faint light of his bedroom, before he set it to it's position on his record player. Picking up his glass of dark red wine, Jay toyed with the sharp needle of the nostalgia emitting record player, before setting it onto the spinning vinyl.

The sound of stiff bones cracking was heard as he plopped down on his armchair near the warm fireplace, wine in hand, with hypnotising music playing in the background. Sipping his wine, he stared at the fire place, watching as every flame danced to the music, some did the tango, while some did the ballet.

Don't think about her, he thought to himself, anything but her.

Jay sighed heavily to himself as he twirled the last remnants of the wine in his glass, he had no idea how fast he had drunk it. He could hear rain pattering away mercilessly outside whilst the hours ticked away as he waited for tomorrow to come and whisk him away.

The second sigh of the evening dropped seethingly from his mouth as his eyes fluttered over to the picture frames on the wall. He smiled as he ran his eyes over the memories of old, forever remembered in hues and colours, lest they ever leave his mind.

A picture of him and his parents stood proud next to a ridiculous picture of him, Sunghoon and Jake standing next to a lake. He laughed as he recalled how they had fell into the murky water that day, pushing each other in, until everything ended in dirty clothes and raucous laughter. Another picture stood rather drab next to the bright coloured photos of Jay with his boss, recieving an award. The picture was dusty, as if it has been avoided by Jay when he was cleaning it.

Jay's eyes paused at the dust spiders on the picture and he walked near it, peering to see the picture that was held inside the carved frame.

Him, a woman and Heeseung, with smiles imprinted on your faces, against a backdrop of what looked like a school building. Jay gently took the picture of of the wall, it slid easily off the wallpaper, and set it down on the table. If anyone had asked him later on for how long he had stared at it with confused thoughts, he'd have responded with a confused look.

If only she had chosen me, he thought, if only....

The third exhausted sigh came as Jay realised he should probably sleeping, glancing at the clock to notice that it was 3 am in the morning already. He'd only get a few hours of sleep, but something was better was nothing, and for him, three hours of sleep was more than enough. And if it was on his beloved armchair next to a cozy fire? He might as well have announced Christmas dinner.

Jay plopped onto his armchair once more, now folding up his legs to snuggle into the seat, all warm next to the crackling fire, with the sound of rain making him drift off to sleep.

He made sure, by whatever ill will, to glance at the dusty picture he set on the table once more, peer at the intoxicating smile of the woman, and the man next to her, his arm wrapped around her waist protectively. Jay thought his face looked rather sour in the picture, the memories of it were even sourer but dawn was no time to think of them.

And so he went off to sleep at last, fighting off troubled thoughts and an uneasy heart.

If only she had chosen me.

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"Where did you say Y/N was staying again?" Sunghoon looked up from his pile of paperwork to answer the questioning voice.

"Baker's Street." He answered in his usual condescending voice, "Why do you ask?"

Jay shrugged in response to his friend's question, quickly pretending to be interested in his own pile of paperwork, though Sunghoon was quick to notice the tiny smile dancing on his lips. "Jongsoeng don't tell me you're going to do anything stupid."

"You're telling that to me?" Jay laughed, which came out more like a scoff, "I'll be fine."

"Don't buy her cake like I did." Jake commented from the other side, a pen stuck behind his ear, "Unless you want Mr Fuck Up over there to intervene." He lowered his voice with the last words, glaring towards Heeseung, who was working on the other side of the office.

Jay hadn't exactly been careful all day around Heeseung, treating him normally, though he did make sure to amplify his voice when speaking your name. Such as now, when he had asked Sunghoon where you were staying. He had no intention to make Heeseung jealous or anything. No, he had a firm desire to make Heeseung jealous and angry.

"Jay can I talk to you for a second?"

Speak of the devil.

Jay looked up from his paperwork (quick to change his expression from annoyed to normal) to see Heeseung staring at him with a weird look.

"I need to talk to you." Heeseung repeated, causing Jay to internally cringe. "What about?" Jay asked, to which Heeseung looked around before grabbing Jay's arms and dragging him (against his will) to the empty break room.

"I need to talk about—" Heeseung paused, taking a breath, "—about Y/N."

"What about her?" Jay asked, voice remaining calm, though his knuckles were certainly gripping the edge of the table he leant on, very tightly, "She's doing well, if you wanted to ask."

"Jay come on." Heeseung sighed, "I know about this little pact between you guys and Y/N and–" he fiddled with his fingers, "I know I've had some downs, but I really need to apologise to Y/N. I've ditched Yeo-Hee anyway, and–" he chuckled, "–can we not let bygones be bygones?"

"Bygones be bygones?" Jay let out a cold laugh, the expression on his face was terrifying and though Heeseung wouldn't have admitted it, he was scared, "Since when have you been using that phrase? Since high school I reckon?" Jay laughed again, "Ahh fuck I don't even understand why she even kept up with your cheating ass for so long. Tell me Heeseung," he leaned forward to look Heeseung menacingly in the eye, "Did you ever really love her?"

"Love her?" Heeseung responded, "Of course I love her, she's my wif-"

"Then will you tell her about Ji-ah from the other section or should I?"

"You wouldn't." Heeseung stared Jay down, though he was taller and older than him, he felt as if a hurricane was interrogating him, "Jay you can't. You know she'll never forgive me."

"She shouldn't." Jay laced his words with venom, "She should never forgive a fucking bastard like you."

"Ok fine." Heeseung sighed, "Can you atleast tell her I'm sorry?"

"Tell her yourself, coward." Jay quipped, which perhaps was a mistake, when he looked at Heeseung's angry expression.

"Coward?" Heeseung laughed, "Wouldn't that be more fitting for you, Jongsoeng?" He stepped forward, "If you hadn't been a coward with poor heartbroken 16 year old Y/N, we probably wouldn't be here and I'd be thankful I hadn't ever dated that bitch."

Heeseung couldn't comprehend what has happened in the next few moments. All he could recall if you had asked him now what happened, was a loud thud, his back against a wall, Jay's cat like eyes becoming deadly and Jake and Sunghoon's shocked faces.

"Don't you call her that, you insipid jackass." Jay snarled at the older man, with his hands gripping the collar of Heeseung's shirt tightly, whilst pressing him to the wall, "Don't you ever call her anything less than what you fucking are. A coward, and a cheat." Jay released his grip on Heeseung's shirt with a guffaw, before stepping out of the room, leaving behind an air of tension and fear.

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Your eyes scanned the room nervously, as you eased into the maroon hued armchair. The anxiety you held within you at the moment, was easily captured by the way you were fiddling with your fingers and biting your bottom lip until you tasted iron in your mouth.

It's just Jay, you reminded yourself, the man you've had a crush on since forever, it's just him.

"Keep biting that lip of yours and you're going to lose it." Jay chuckled, walking in with mugs of tea in his hand, "Still haven't lost that habit have you doll?"

"Well with you no longer there to remind me–" you graciously accepted the mug, noting carefully how his fingers brushed against yours, "–its become an addiction."

"Well, I'll make sure to write to you everyday not to bite your lip." He joked, making you laugh. God he looked heavenly, you thought, figure clad in his loose white button up, the one he wore to work, combined with a blue trouser which framed his thighs perfectly.

"You-you look good." You said, in a timid fashion, making Jay look up from his mug and smile at you.

"As do you, doll." He grinned. The cocoons in your stomach erupted into a thousand butterflies at the nickname. It was what he used to call you in high school, mainly to tease you, and partly (or rather secretly) to compliment your beauty.

"Heeseung asked me to apologise to you." Jay chuckled coldly, interrupting your train of thoughts, "Bastard came up to me at work and just bombarded me with requests." He looked up at you before continuing, "He wants you to know that he's broken up with the other girl, Yeo-Hee or whoever."

"Oh." You responded, not exactly knowing what a good response would be, "Well—good, I guess." You said, not adding anything until a few minutes of silence passed, "Does the idiot really think he can get me back with a simple apology?"

"He does." Jay set his mug down on the table, easing into his chair, "If it were me, I'd have written a thousand pages of poetry for you."

"You wouldn't have ever done what he did."

"Wouldn't I?" Jay's eyes perked up at you, shadowed with a kind of darkness you've never seen before.

"No you wouldn't." You responded, "I know you wouldn't, you're too...perfect for that."

"Perfect?" Jay laughed mockingly, "Y/N if I were perfect, we wouldn't be in this situation–" he didn't know where his words were coming from, "–and you'd have never married that fucker!"

Jay's sudden amplified voice made you flinch, you had heard that voice on only one occasion before and it was not a pretty thing to hear at all.

"Jay....."

"I'm sorry." Jay sighed, running his hand through his hair, "This is a mistake–I'll drop you off at home if you don't want this anymore-"

"Oh my God, you're an idiot." You said, stopping Jay's rambling and causing him to look up at you with confused eyes, "Do you really think I'll skip this just because you raised your voice?"

"No I meant–" Jay sighed again, getting up from his armchair suddenly and packing around the room, a habit he had from childhood, "–I know things aren't really sunshine and rainbows between us, and you probably don't feel comfy fucking someone who's been with you since high school so–fuck I'm rambling." He mumbled the last part under his breath, taking a deep breath, before continuing, "Y/N, what I want to say is–I'm sorry." He looked at you again, "I'm sorry for not being good enough for you, but please–" he knelt down in front of you, so you could be at eye level, "–forgive me, if you still can."

"Oh my god you idiotic dunce." You laughed at him, causing his expression to change to one of confusion.

Jay didn't have time to register what happened next, the only feeling his mind knew was the touch of your soft, familiar lips on his, the mere atoms that existed between you, now faded away as you ravaged each other, each attempt to get closer, an attempt of love and confusion.

"Fuck, doll," he groaned, your foreheads leaning against one another, his hands gripping the fabric on your waist. You looked up into his eyes, witnessing the inner battle reflected in his gaze as he grappled with the decision to restrain himself or not.

"Fuck it." He finally said, grabbing your face with his hands and pulling you towards him for yet another kiss.

He kissed you like he was dying, his body subconsciously reacting more to the kiss then he’d wish it to. He pulled your flush against him, his strong hands coming to cup your face, his shoulders shrugging in a futile attempt to have you closer. Jay opened his mouth, causing you to gasp at the feeling of his tongue against yours. Your mouth moved with his as if it was known to you; As if this was a dance you had practiced for years to perfect, as if the dance of your lips was a song that Jay had mastered just for you. 

"Jay I-" you hesitated for a moment, what if he didn't say it back?, "I love you." His eyes—the color of an intoxicating champagne—beckoned you over with nothing more than a tired smile.

"Oh sweetheart," Jay's hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, "You have no idea how long I've been wanting to hear that."

His mouth hesitantly chased yours until you brushed your fingers through his hair and pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips again. His touch was gentle, almost like he wanted to be careful with you. Yet, you wanted to breathe him in—lustfully addicted to the taste of his lips.

His palms laid flat against the curvature of your back whilst your hands grabbed at his collar, pulling him flush against you—the throbbing between your legs did anything but lessen with the close proximity.

Jay had never before tasted something sweeter; your saccharine lips fit so perfectly against his—he was convinced that they were made for him to kiss and caress. His cock stirred in his pants for he could only wonder how divine your cunt would taste on his tongue. Jay needed it all. he trailed his fingers up your front, pinning the fabric of his shirt over your tits. His fingertips dance across your skin as he detached his lips from yours.

"Wait Y/N–" Jay pulled away, leaving you chasing after him, "Are you sure you want this?"

"Yes," You breathed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Fuck yes I want this."

Jay needed no more words from you as his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, as you kissed him back, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Wait a minute love." Jay mumbled into your ear. Slipping his arms beneath you, he lifted you into his arms, his hands squeezing your ass as you wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms round his neck for support. Jay led you to the adjacent room, presumably his bedroom, setting you down with care on his bed.

As soon as you were settled on the mattress, Jay's senses ravaged on you. His hands grabbed your face, pulling your lips against his in a passionate kiss. You could taste the bitterness in his mouth, perhaps from an afternoon shot of bourbon, the familiar scent of his cologne filling your senses. Jay's hands moved down your body, tracing the curves of your hips as he pulled you closer. As Jay's hands continued to explore your body, you couldn't help but sigh. "fuck Jay."

"Shh doll." Jay shushed you, "Let me take care of you, yeah?"

Your clothes quickly fell to a pile on the floor, and Jay's lips found your neck, leaving a trail of sweet but rough kisses. His touch was urgent and passionate, a release of the pent-up energy that had been building up all day.

Soon, he was pushing your underwear to the side, revealing your slick folds to him. The warm atmosphere of the room kissed your cunt with a breeze, eliciting a shallow gasp from you.

"Wet for me already, doll?" Jay smirked, his eyes travelling up and down your body, as if he was a saint worshiping his patron goddess. His low chuckle vibrated throughout your entire being, sending you into that same state you were in when you drank the aphrodisiac at Sunghoon's house. It was pathetic on your part that Jay had managed to get you like this without so much as sticking his fingers in you.

"Jay stop teasing-“ the words die on your tongue and you gasp for air, fingers pulling at his soft locks as he prods his fingers at your entrance. Your cunt sucked him in with ease—his long fingers fucking deep into your pussy. Your hand swiftly gripped the edge of the bedsheet until he placed his hand over yours—gently intertwining your fingers while you arch your back in pleasure.

Jay leaves one final kiss to your lips before leaning back and forcing your knee down with his left hand. He was locked in a trance, watching the way your pussy would gush every time his fingers would pump inside of you. His fingers rapidly disappeared past your folds as you cried out.

Your hands frailly clawed at his wrist, only to be swatted away while he kept his pace—eyes trained on your precious cunt.

With parted lips, you brought your gaze down to glance his fingers as they were buried knuckle-deep inside of you, you couldn’t even hint for him to stop, not that you wanted him to anyway. How could you? With the way he was beginning to curl his fingers forward, pushing against your slick walls, it was nearly impossible to push him away. The feeling alone forced a chain of whimpers from your mouth, only encouraging him to do more.

He continued to fuck you with his fingers, pushing and pulling them out of you with a growing sense of urgency. Eventually, he was leaning down to connect his lips with your nipple before beginning to suck on the sensitive bud with haste.

"Jay—ahhh." You draw out a raspy moan, feeling his tongue circle around your nipple, "Jay I—"

But before you could even finish your sentence, your larynx was screaming out his name like it was gospel, as you came messily all over his fingers. Jay smirked, as he gazed at your beautiful, fucked out face, his dick positively bursting from how much he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

"Eyes on me, doll." Jay commanded, you moved your pupils to face him. He looked absolutely breathtaking, towering above you. You winced as his fingers dug deep into your waist, he lifted you up with ease and propped you on top of him. Your positions were now switched, and you had no idea what to do.

"Go ahead and take my pants off." He told you. You happily obliged, your fingers were practically scrambling to unzip his pants, as you tore them off of his legs, revealing the cause of his earlier bulge. You hum at the sight of his cock, licking your lips as you swipe a thumb over the angry red tip, spreading a bead of precum over it, causing Jay to let out an almost inaudible moan.

"Now—" Jay sighed, hard enough from the feeling of your fingers on his length, "Be a good girl and ride my cock."

Your eyes widened at his words. You were delighted, of course, at the mere prospect of having his dick to yourself. Unfortunately for you, you had no idea how to tell him you didn't know how to do what he wanted you to do.

"I can't." You mumbled underneath your breath, causing Jay to chuckle.

"Speak up sweetheart, I can't hear you."

"I don't know to do it!" You said, more agressively than you had intended to say it. But Jay just laughed again, this time it was more of a mocking one than amused.

"Oh sweetheart." He extended a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek, his hand was warmer than your face so you melted into his touch, "Want me to help you?"

You did nothing but simply nod, feeling slightly ashamed and slightly insecure about the fact that your brain was telling you, you've disappointed him.

"What's going on in that brain of yours hmm?" Jay grabbed your hips pulling you down onto his stomach, "Scared, doll?"

"No—no!" You panicked, "It's just that—what if I don't...do it correct?"

"Doll, do you really think I'd be mad at that?" Jay raised a brow at you, which quickly turned into a expression of concern, "Did Heeseung ever do that to you?"

"Sometimes." You mumbled underneath your breath, "He'd get mad at me if I didn't know."

"Fucking bastard." Jay said, his hands gripped your hips tighter, as his eyes wandered all over your body. He couldn't bring himself to even comprehend how Heeseung could have behaved like that with you.

"I-I do know some things." You started, adjusting your body on Jay's stomach, "I know how to—" you paused, "—get on."

You felt your cheeks heat up rapidly as you internally slapped your forehead. Jay chuckled at your embarrassed expression, hands still digging into your hip.

"Alright then." Jay said, freeing his hands from your body, "Go on."

Sighing, Jay lies back down, hips going still. You shift yourself so that your pussy is lined up with his cock, using a hand to brush the tip against your folds, never going further than that. Jay lets out a whimper at the teasing sensation.

"Fuck doll—don't tease..." Jay sighs in pleasure, as you lift yourself up, hands on either of his shoulders. Both of you let out a collective, satisfied moan as you slowly sink down on his length, feeling it stretch open your cunt slow and steady. Jay groaned again as you gripped him tighter to balance yourself. His hands found their way back to your hips.

"shhh." Jay's big hands continued to roam around your body, one landing on the small of your back and the other massaging and cupping your tits. He used his hand on your back to push you down further.

"breathe, love, i'll help you." when you finally sank all the way down onto his cock, when Jay was finally buried balls-deep in your pretty little pussy, it felt so amazing because you were so so full.

No one had ever been so deep inside you. His cock was kissing your cervix, and it had your pussy clenching down on him so tightly that you thought it might be a little hard to move.

“Fuck.” You lift your hips, and slowly ease yourself down again. Lustful whimpers and moans escaped you as you slowly repeated your motions, feeling almost dizzy at the way his big cock was stretching you out. His dick felt so fucking good; hot and throbbing and aching to burst inside you.

Throwing whatever scrap of inhibition you have left, you raise your lower body before roughly slamming your ass back down. The harsh movement makes you cry out in pleasure. You start to move eagerly, not holding back any of your movements.

Once you got started, you couldn't stop the rhythm — up and down up and down up and down — until your vision began to blur from how fucking good it felt. His cock hits deep inside you, stretching out your tight little hole with every bounce.

Jay's view from below you was incredible. tits bouncing, head flung back, and moans pornographic — it was all enough to drive a man mad. he couldn't keep his hands off of you. whether they were gripping at your thighs to keep you warm on his dick, or gripping and pinching at your nipples, or running them over your back hard enough to leave scratch marks, they were constantly in motion — worshipping your beautiful body.

"You're so—fuck—pretty." Jay cooed at you, ignoring the sharp pain on his shoulders with how you were digging your nails into his skin, "be a good doll for me now."

You were straddling him, your head thrown back with both hands on his shoulders as you tried to keep a quick pace. He had his hands pressed deep into your hips, helping you move in a fluid motion. You felt him hit your sweet spot every time you made your way down, letting out tiny whimpers at the feeling.

"Fuck doll—" Jay moaned, he was loving the way you were using him for you own pleasure, "G-Good girl, you're a good girl for me aren't you?"

You couldn’t hold in the loud moan you had been holding in for a long time, feeling your stomach flutter at his words. You felt a slight burning in your thighs and you knew Jay's shoulders held tiny crescent shapes from how tight your grip had become. You felt one of Jay's hands move to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves.

A pathetic whimper escaped your lips as you felt a familiar fire burn in your core, edging ever closer as you drove yourself to the end of the tunnel. It didn't help that Jay perked his hips up, practically slamming his tip into the deepest crevices of your pussy and driving you insane as you finally came down.

Your moans grow louder, echoing on the walls as you feel the impending climax. "I'm cumming! Oh god, don't stop!" Each word is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and a quivering sensation throughout your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around him, milking his cock with every thrust. Your legs tremble and your body shivers, wracked with pleasure as your orgasm crashes over you. "Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Gazing at your drunken being, Jay took the opportunity to harshly grab your hips, and bring you down underneath him. Your back hit the mattress roughly, as you felt nothing but his cum still in your walls.

You were awoken out of your cock-drunk stupor by the harmonious taste of Jay's lips, as he kissed you, his hands circling your breasts

His neck muscles strained as he deepened the kiss. You broke the kiss as you looked down at him, your breathing uneven. The low lighting making him look absolutely ravishing. Freshly kissed lips made them redder as his eyes droopy from the lust behind them, looking at you.

"Jay please..." You trailed off, feeling exhausted from the expert riding lesson.

"Please what doll?" Jay chuckles into your neck, his tip teasing your labia. "Jay–need—your cock." You throat out. The room felt like it was spinning at a fast rate as Jay chuckled again. His cologne was like poison to you, wrapping you in tight corridors of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, you're such a dumb doll for me aren't you?” he prompts, moving closer. He spits into his hand, pumping the moisture over his cock before positioning himself above you. You whimper as his tip touches your labia, he wasn't giving you what you wanted anytime soon, and you were getting impatient.

"Jay—" you say his name like a prayer your tongue had memorised, "—Jay, please..."

"Dumb fucking doll." Jay muttered under his breath, gripping your chin with his two fingers. He went in for a filthy, messy kiss, before you were cry out, the feeling of him pushing into you driving you mad.

Taking his dick between one hand, Jay slapped your ass in the other as he rubbed out the red imprint beginning to spread beneath his fingers. You vulnerably flinched at the feeling, letting a low moan out as you squeezed your eyes shut.

Rubbing his sensitive tip against your pussy, he hissed through his teeth at the feeling before lining himself up with your entrance. Holding your hips in his hands, he gripped his fingers on your skin as he pushed himself inside of you between your folds, equally pulling your hips back on his cock, your warmth instantly wrapping around him as your lips parted at the feeling, letting a moan out into the bed.

Waves of pleasure accompany the sting of the stretch, and your eyes flutter as he rocks slowly into you. He’s watching the way his cock splits you open, low grunts coming from deep in his chest. He shifts, one hand pressing on your lower stomach, thumb swirling over your clit. you cry out, head falling back onto the pillows. The other hand lifts one of your legs, pushing it towards your chest.

"Jay–ah-ahh" You moaned loudly, holding onto his biceps and burying your face into the crook of his neck. His hand slid in between your bodies, reaching down to your clit and rubbing rough circles, increasing the immense amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

Jay’s thrusting became faster, harder, like a man starved. His grasp on your chin returned to your hips. As Jay rolled back slightly, sitting on his knees, he brought your hips to meet his, your back still on the bed. From this angle he has full control over your body, not that he hadn’t before. But now he could control his thrusts, making them sharper, harder. Beneath him, your eyes screw shut in pleasure, consumed by his ministrations. You look beautiful like this, he thought.

Cheeks red, hair a mess, sweat glistening on your skin, he had been a fool not to have claimed you as his before. His wife, he thought, his and his only. "Ohh fuck!" You whined, feeling Jay's cock drill into you, hitting that perfect spot in your tight cunt. You were powerless underneath him, his balls slapping against your pussy with each thrust, his hands snaking around your thighs to wrap your legs around his waist as he pounded into you. He groaned in pleasure, leaning down and softly nibbling your earlobe,

"god, you're fucking amazing." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he picked up the pace, his cock slamming into you with increasing intensity. He was merciless, taking what he wanted, dominating your body perfectly.

Jay's fingers dig deeper into my skin as he pounds into you, his dick was slamming against your most sensitive spot with every thrust. His hands slide up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls my head back

"you're gonna look so pretty when you're all full of me, doll," he moans out and grabs your hips tightly with his rough hands, holding you in place as he slams into you.

Jay's hand slides from your hip to your clit, his fingers rubbing against it in slow, deliberate circles. You moan, your body trembling beneath him as he continues to thrust into you, his thick cock filling you completely.

His fingers move faster, his touch becoming more insistent as he rubs your clit, his movements matching the rhythm of his hips.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with every touch, every thrust. Jay's breath is hot against your ear, his voice husky with desire as he whispers sweet nothings against your skin.

You came hard and threw your eyes back, twisting your body and separating yourself from Jay's mouth in a desperate search for air. His chest was heaving, his skin was flushed and sweaty, your sex was still eagerly sucking the other's length that kept burying itself to the bottom in you, and then leaving and entering again as if it were predestined for that.

"Fuck, you're so hot." Jay moaned loudly, as he felt your pussy suffocate his length, "Fuck—you want my cum sweetheart?"

"Jay—oh fuck!" You gasped loudly, "N-Need your cum–please."

Jay groaned, you saw his Adam's apple protrude in his throat and you gasped, feeling him move slightly in your pussy.

"that's it doll, cum for me, fuck—just like that." He drawled out in a lazy whisper.

Jay rested his forehead on your collarbone and let out several low moans before cumming inside you. After recovering from the orgasm, he stood up again between your legs with a sigh, looked at your union dripping with fluids and came out of you, putting the semen that flowed from your entrance back inside with his fingers, making sure that everything stayed trapped inside you.

A painful emptiness was left in you when Jay slowly pulled out, with a train of curses escaping from his mouth, as he lay down next to you. You both lay in silence, with the only sound being the sound of your laboured breathing.

"So—" Jay broke the silence, "—what now?"

"What now?" You asked the same question back, with a slight chuckle as Jay smiled at you, "Do you want to get up or do you want to stay here for some more time?"

"I'd prefer the latter." He answered, scooting himself closer to you, "Unless you want to take a bath?"

You hummed in response, taking the invite to wrap yourself in his arms. Evidently, neither of you were interested in leaving the bedroom.

"Jay?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too doll."

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Kinktober - Day 13 - Fuck Or Die

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

A/N : Since I am a messy, disorganized and irresponsible writer… here is the episode for Kinktober Day 13. The prompt is « Fuck or Die ». I had lots of fun writing it. 🙊 I hope you guys enjoy it just as much 💕

CW : Use of viagra and aphrodisiacs - Mentions of infidelity - Marshall Mathers being kind of an asshole 👀

PSA : fooling with Viagra and aphrodisiacs is a bad idea. Also, I’m not a doctor so… there’s nothing medically accurate here, you know ?

« Yo, have you seen Paul ? » Marshall asked as he entered your office. He seemed in a hurry and, frankly, he didn’t look well. He always arborer an unreadable expression but now, he looked a little bothered, which was quite unusual. « He left about an hour ago » you informed him. As soon as the words left your lips, you could see the panic take over his expression. « What’s wrong ? » you asked with concern. « Nothing » he replied too quickly for it not to be suspicious.

You stared at him and he avoided your gaze. Embarrassment. You raised an eyebrow and decided to give him another opportunity. « What did you do ? » you asked calmly. « Wha- Why do you think I did something ? » he barked. You let out a chuckle and crossed your arms as you leaned back in your chair. « Not only have I been your assistant for the last ten years, I’ve also had the displeasure of being your girlfriend for two of them. Which means I know you too well. » you playfully commented. « Thank God you have someone else to annoy now » he replied curtly. You scoffed and stared at the picture of your fiancé on your phone wallpaper. Thank God, Greg was everything that Marshall wasn’t.

« Seriously, tell me. I’m sure it’s nothing I can’t help you with. » you pressed as you turned back to him. « It’s personal. » he said. « Good thing I’m your personal assistant, then, dumbass » you chuckled. « Now is not the time, Y/N » he warned. « It’s Kayla, isn’t it ? Marshall, I don’t mind. You can tell me about your… whatever she is. » you said as you gestured vaguely. « I need Paul » he insisted as his expression grew more uneasy. You sighed and tried to call his manager but it went straight to voicemail. Not surprising knowing how busy the man always was. You looked at Marshall apologetically. He was visibly frustrated. « Fuck » he muttered. He almost looked in pain, which was concerning. You got up and placed a caring hand on his shoulder. « You don’t look well » you remarked. He seemed to wince at the contact and took a step back. « I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you » you immediately apologized, thinking you’d hurt him. « Do you need a doctor ? » you asked carefully.

He looked at you with a look full of shame and regret. « I hope not » he mumbled. « Marsh, what’s wrong ? » you questioned for what seemed like the thousandth time. « Promise not to laugh ? » he asked. « Of course. You know me. » you said reassuringly. He immediately raised his eyebrow. « Yeah I know you. That’s why I’m asking you to promise » he said sternly. « I promise. Now tell me what you did. » you sighed. « I think I took too much viagra » he almost whispered.

You had just promised not to laugh but you couldn’t help but let out a squeal. There was something special about your boss turned ex looking really stupid and ridiculous. The two of you had ended on amicable terms but the shameful look on his face definitely gave you the revenge you never knew you needed. « Fuck you, Y/N » he groaned and you immediately apologized. « I’m sorry, I’m sorry… it’s just… you took viagra ?! ». He sighed and nodded. Having spent two years with him, you could point out a lot of flaws in this man but lack of libido was not one of them. Well, maybe his latest sidepiece wasn’t up to the challenge. « I had an incident the other day and Kayla… well, she suggested- you know. And, uh, I was supposed to see her tonight but… she bailed and now I can’t get rid of the damn thing » he explained. You hummed empathetically. He seemed annoyed and distressed and, knowing his pride, you knew he wasn’t having a good time confessing all of that to you. « How long has it been ? » you asked. « Three months. Why ? » he asked. « Your blood flow is really going down there, huh ? I meant how long has it been since you… you know. Since you took the pill. » you corrected with an amused look. « Two hours » he sighed. « Is it painful ? » you asked. « It’s… really uncomfortable. I asked the Google and they say I should take a cold shower but I can’t drive home like this » he continued. You let out a chuckle at the mention of « the Google ». If the technophobe boomer you called your boss had actually gone on the internet, you knew he must be really distressed. « Have you tried solving the problem manually ? » you asked carefully. He looked at you with an aggravated look, clearly losing patience. « Of course I’ve tried ! It doesn’t work ! » he snapped. You crossed your arms defensively. You were trying to be nice and you didn’t need him lashing out at you. As soon as he saw the frown on your face, he calmed down a little. « I’m sorry… I just… i don’t know what to do » he mumbled. You nodded with understanding and placed your hand on his arm, trying to be supportive. « Please don’t » he almost whined. « Well I just touched your arm, dude » you said with your eyebrows furrowed. « I know but I also took that other pill. Like it’s made of plants or something and my senses are all heightened and- I swear to God, if you touch me again I’ll bend you over your desk. ». You looked at him with wide eyes, almost shocked by his bluntness. You held out your hand, pointing at your engagement ring. « This ship has sailed, man » you recalled. « Look, maybe we should call a doctor- hey ! My eyes are up there, Marshall ! » you scolded.

He looked, half-apologetic. However, you knew him too well for your liking and you could see the wheels turning. « don’t even think about it » you warned. « Come on, we’re friends, right ? You can help me out » he pleaded. « You’re not seriously asking me to do something about this. Not when we’ve been broken up for three years. » you said in disbelief. « I’m engaged, Marshall ! I’m getting married to another man ! » you reminded him. « You smell so fucking good. And oh god, you look stunning » he said breathily. « You’re losing your mind » you scoffed. He pinched the bridge of his nose and lost his balance for a second. You immediately grabbed his forearm and had him sit on the small sofa in your office. He was sweating bullets and looked hazy. « Fuck, there’s this thing in my chest » he groaned. You placed a hand on his heart. The beating seemed steady. You could see him wince at the proximity and he closed his eyes, inhaling your scent. Before you could pull away, he placed a hand on your hip and brought you closer. « Marshall » you scolded. « Sorry » he whispered - though you didn’t believe for a second that he was sorry. « Can I do something ? I mean, anything that doesn’t involve cheating ? » you asked. He looked at you and stayed silent for a second. « Do you think you could stay here while I…? » he asked. You stared at him, flabbergasted, unable to say anything. He couldn’t be serious. « I just need you near. I won’t touch you. » he promised. « I just can’t stand it. It’s hell. » he pleaded. Maybe it was the proximity and the fact that you still shared chemistry. Maybe it was the ovulation. Maybe you were just stupid for thinking you could actually help him in a friendly way. But you found yourself nodding. « No touching » you repeated. He nodded and undid his jeans. It wasn’t visible before, but now that his cock was springing free, you understood what was so uncomfortable. That thing was massive. Of course, you knew his size. But it was something else. It seemed girthier, more veiny. « Oh good God » you whispered. He started stroking his length, letting out a groan. « Come closer » he instructed. You inched a little closer to him and he inhaled your scent. He kept on pumping himself, staring at your cleavage. You could see the relief in his expression. « Are you ok ? » you asked awkwardly. « I’m- getting there. » he nodded. « Could you open your blouse a little ? ».

You stared at him, scolding him with your eyes. This man was going to be the death of you. But at the same time, you didn’t really say no. You undid a few buttons of your blouse, enough to let your lacy bustier peak through. « Like this ? » you asked. « A little more ? » he suggested innocently. He knew he was pushing his luck. And you knew that he knew. Still, you did. Maybe it would be over sooner. He took a good look at your boobs and bit his lip. « You’re hot. Do you know that ? » he asked. « As a matter of fact, I do » you said with a chuckle. « Now get to it. We don’t have all night. » you instructed. He kept on stroking himself, still staring at your breasts. He had always had a thing for tits and beautiful lingerie so you didn’t doubt that he was enjoying it at least a little, no matter how uncomfortable he must be. You tried to look elsewhere and think about something else, to distract yourself from the fact that your ex was literally touching himself to you. He kept at it for a little while and let out a grunt. You open your eyes, thinking he had gotten it over with but you could see the frustration on his face. « They’re gonna have to cut it off » he complained. « I’m so close but- » he whined. « You can do it » you said reassuringly. And before you could even fully comprehend the consequences of what you were doing, you were freeing one of your boobs, revealing a pierced nipple. « Does that help ? » you asked innocently. He stared at you, almost shocked. « Holy fuck. Is that new ? » he asked as he referred to the piercing. You nodded, forgetting that you had it done a while after breaking up with him. « That’s… fucking hot. » he commented. « Yeah ? You like it ? » you asked teasingly. He nodded, not taking his eyes away from the small piece of metal as he pumped himself a little more energetically. By the looks of it, it was sort of working for him. You were staring at him innocently, though you were beginning to find the whole thing oddly titillating. You liked seeing the desire in his eyes. it didn’t help that you’d been feeling a little neglected by your fiancé, lately. And even if you knew Marshall’s desire was merely the consequence of chemicals, it still felt satisfying. The lust in his eyes was giving you the attention you’d been craving for a few weeks now. Enough for your inner demon to get all horny. You stared at him, biting your lip and gently pinched your nipple, playing with the piercing. « Fuck » he whispered. « Better ? » you asked breathily as he nodded. « Now, do you think you could come ? » you continued teasingly. He swallowed dryly and nodded. « How about you tell me what you want ? » you suggested. « Huh ? » he whimpered. « Talk to me. No touching. Just talking. » you encouraged him. He stared at you, a mixture of shock and amazement in his gaze. « That’s what friends do, right ? » you whispered. « Yeah » he replied breathily. « I-I could use your hands. » he said hesitatingly. « Oh yeah ? You’d like me to give you a hand ? » you teased as he nodded. « Or you could get on your knees » he hummed as he kept going. « You always loved me on my knees, didn’t you ? » you asked playfully. « Fuck yeah » he moaned. You hummed appreciatively and got up. He looked at you in confusion but before he could say anything, you were kneeling between his legs, sensually staring at him. « like that ? » you asked as he nodded frantically. You could feel that he was on the edge. You freed your other boob from the cup of your bustier and gently pinched your nipple. « Oh shit » he moaned. You nodded in encouragement. « You know… I still remember your taste. » you said innocently. His eyes met yours as you playfully licked your lips. You could see his pupils dilating, his lips parting, before he let out a throaty moan as he came, lifting his tee-shirt just in time.

He didn’t move for about a minute after that, panting and catching his breath. His face was relaxed, though. You silently got up and adjusted your clothes, as if nothing had just happened. You turned your back to him, closing your eyes as you tried to convince yourself that everything was ok, and that it wasn’t actually cheating. After all, he hadn’t touched you, right ? Right ? You were taken out of your zone by Marshall’s voice. « Do you, uh, have a tissue ? » he asked. You mumbled something and tossed a box of tissues at him so that he’d clean himself. After he was done, he adjusted himself and placed a hand on your shoulder. « I… thanks. » he said awkwardly. You nodded, still refusing to look at him. « That stays between us, right ? » you asked nervously. « Of course » he hummed. You nodded and stared at him as you but your lower lip. The usual stoic demeanor was back. As if nothing gad happened. Or maybe he wasn’t that phased by it. Maybe he had no qualms about touching himself to his ex. After all, he wasn’t especially known for his scruples. Before none of you could utter any more words, you heard a knock and the door opened. Greg. « what are you doing here ? » you asked as your eyes opened wide. « I finished earlier so I thought I’d pick you up » he said with a warm smile. « Is it a bad time ? Are you guys busy ? » he asked as he stared at Marshall. « No ! I was just telling Y/N what a good job she’s done. » he said calmly. « She’s the best, right ? » Greg beamed. « She really is », your ex replied with a shit-eating grin that made you want to kill him. « By the way, man, we got your RSVP but you didn’t specify if you were bringing a date », your fiancé said. « Oh. My bad. Yeah, I’ll be coming on my own. », Marshall hummed. « Oh that’s too bad. I thought Y/N mentioned you were dating ».

You felt as if you were about to faint. Greg was obviously clueless, just trying his best to be friendly, while Marshall was staring at him with an all-knowing smile. « Not anymore, I’m afraid. » he simply replied. « That’s too bad. Hey, maybe you’ll meet someone at the wedding. I’ll make sure you’re seated by some attractive single » Greg offered. Your ex gave him a grin and shook his hand. « Thanks, man. You know, I’m really looking forward to it. I look at you guys and I tell myself… I really want what you have » he hummed before giving you his signature asshole smirk.

[calistozom]

In the last playthrough, I suddenly got really into this drider. It's a pity that he cannot be included in the party and didn't even play a particularly big role in the plot. Ooh, but how great was his potential. >_<

While I was drawing him, I thought that with this lantern (the only thing that can disperse the coming darkness) and the crazy preacher’s speeches, he would be a very cool secondary boss ...

With a big spider lair in the church, where adventurers were to be constantly stuck in the web forced to fight off not only spiders, but also the approaching darkness. With the same insane flock, half consisting of spiders capable of burrowing and unexpectedly attacking from a huge number of crevices/cracks/caves. And, of course, with great emphasis on the cult of the Absolute, and not Myrkul and the rest of the Trinity. It would be ironic if a new "divine essence" actually took root and began to form there, coming into direct confrontation with the Trinity...

... But okay, I got a little carried away.

I'm quietly "warming up" after the holidays and starting the year again by drawing a wallpaper, but this time for the phone. (last one was a Hastur for the computer) / Well, also, a couple of variations with spiders separate from each other.

P.S. - also add a process... cause I can \(￣︶￣*\))

[bossbtch1]

Golden Boy of America

Summary : What if Steve Rogers wasn't the revered symbol of American virtue that everyone believed him to be? Contrary to the public perception of his kindness and charm, you've come to realize it was all a façade. Now, you find yourself in a nightmarish scenario—kidnapped and bound, questioning everything you thought you knew about the man once hailed as the golden boy of America.

Pairings : Dark!Steve Rogers x f!reader

Words : 6,9k

General tags : SMUT, 18+, NSFW

TW : dark fic, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, degradation, non-con, dirty talk, oral sex, smut, vibrator, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, rough sex, p in v, overstimulation, breeding kink, forced impregnation

A/N : This has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and I've been going back and forth, tweaking the story to add a darker twist. I've always felt like there's more beneath the surface of Captain America's heroic façade, he did good and sacrificed everything for the world. What if he's not as perfect as he seemed? And you had to be the one who found out about his true side, his dark side. That's the premise of this one shot, enjoy~

Before you continue, please read TW again. This is a dark!fic and explicit, strictly for readers 18+.  I don't condone any of this kind of thinking in real life, this is purely fan fiction. Please, DO NOT PROCEED if these themes disturb you. Please don't read if this content is not your cup of tea, you've been warned.

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The sound of a car door slamming shut is the last thing you remember before everything went black. A dull ache in your head is what you first felt when you woke up.

When you open your eyes, you find that your hands and legs are bounded by rope and tape, the coldness of the floor and walls send shivers down your spine. It takes a few seconds for you to process the situation you were in. The first thing that came into mind was where you were, who did this and why? Your memories were all a blur, you can't remember how you got into this predicament.

You hear a door open from somewhere, it echoes in the empty space, making the hairs on your arm stand up. You start to feel anxious and scared as your heart beats loudly. "Hello?" You say and the voice bounces off the walls, not knowing who was behind this.

"Good, you're awake now." A familiar voice speaks out, walking into the room. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth agape.

"S-Steve? W-What's going on? Why am I here?" You ask him, fear evident in your voice. Steve doesn't answer and stares at you blankly. He's standing right in front of you. "Answer me!" You demand but he remains silent, only looking at you.

"You don't have the right to tell me what to do." He said with a dark expression. 

"What the fuck, Steve!" you said as you were tied to a chair. The ropes were tight enough to not get out of but loose enough so it doesn't hurt. "Let me go, Steve, you bastard!"

He was standing in front of you with his arms crossed and a stoic expression. His jaw was clenched tight and he looked like he was going to kill someone.

"Why should I? So, you can escape and go tell on me? Tell everyone what a bad man I am? Huh?" Steve said as he walked up to you and grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him. "You know I can't let you do that."

He kept you in a small bedroom. The wallpaper was torn, revealing the rotten wood behind it. A single bed and a rickety drawer stood as the only furnishings. The window had its shutters closed, allowed no glimpse of the outside world and there was only a single light bulb illuminating the room. It gave a very eerie feeling.

"Steve, let me go." You said in a low voice.

"I can't do that." He said, running his fingers through his hair. "If I do, they will find me and put me in jail."

"Steve, they will not find you. I swear I won't tell anyone." You said as you tried to get up. But Steve came up and pushed you back to the chair.

"Stop. Fucking. Moving." He said in a menacing tone. "You're not the boss here. I am." He said.

"Do you think you can just imprison me like this?" you shouted, your voice cracking with frustration. "What you're doing is cruel and inhumane!"

A chilling smile crept across Steve's lips as he retorted, "Oh, I can, and I will. You're not the first, and you won't be the last. I have my reasons, and I won't let you ruin everything I've worked for."

Your voice trembled with shock and disbelief, "What do you mean I'm not the first? There were others before me? What happened to them? Who are you?!"

"I've always been Steve Rogers, the same person you met and fell for. As for the others, they were my mistakes, and I fixed them." Steve replied in a casual tone as if talking about the weather. "Don't worry, sweetheart, you won't have to worry about that. I won't make the same mistakes twice."

"What happened to them?" you asked, feeling the blood drain from your face.

"That's none of your concern, sweetheart. You don't need to worry about them. All you need to worry about is obeying me."

You couldn't believe that the man in front of you was the same person you'd known. "I will not obey you, Steve."

He laughed as he sat on the bed, "You’re not the Steve I know. You're fucking insane! You're no hero!" You screamed at him, "I saw you kill that man, Steve. You took his life without a shred of remorse."

He shook his head. "Y/N it was necessary. He was a criminal, and it was self-defense."

"No it wasn’t!" you raised your voice. “You had other options, you could have spared his life, but you didn't. You killed him because you're a psychopath!"

He ignored your statement and said, "I told you, you should have never followed me. You've made this very hard for yourself." He crossed his arm, "I warned you, I tried so fucking hard so you wouldn't see any of this, but you just had to follow me."

He was right, if you listened to him and didn’t follow him, you wouldn’t end up like this. You didn't know how to respond.

"How do I know you're not going to kill me next?"

"Oh, please, if I was going to kill you, I would have done it the minute I brought you here." He said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, why would I kill you when you could be so much more useful to me alive."

"Useful?"

"Yeah. I could use some help." He said as he walked closer to you.

"What kind of help?" you asked.

He smirked and licked his lips. "The fun kind."

"Steve, what are you talking about?" you asked, fearing the answer.

He leaned in closer and whispered into your ear. "I'm sure you'll be a good girl and obey."

You didn't like where this was going. "Steve, please let me go." you whispered, trying not to cry. You were scared, you were tied to a chair and no one knew where you were. You were scared of what Steve was going to do to you.

"You're begging already?" He laughed dryly. "It hasn't even been 20 minutes."

"Please." You sighed and tried to break free from the ropes. "You can't keep me here, Steve. Please"

"I can do anything I want." he whispered, his face getting closer to yours. You tried to lean back, but there was no room. You could feel his breath fanning over your face. You shut your eyes.

"You don't want to do this, Steve." You said.

"Don't I?" he asked, tilting his head. "Because it seems like I do."

"Please..." You opened your eyes, you had tears forming in them. You were scared, he could do anything he wanted to you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

"You look so pretty when you beg, you know that?" he said, his face inches from yours.

"Steve, don't do this. Please" You begged.

He ran his fingers over your cheek and wiped away the tear that was threatening to fall. "Shame that it had to be like this."

"Steve... I-I promise I won't tell anyone." you whimpered, flinching at his touch. You didn't want him to touch you.

He shook his head. "You've seen what I did."

"It was an accident. We can get out of this," you pleaded, your voice laden with desperation, seeking any flicker of empathy in his eyes.

"No. We can't. This was inevitable. Don't worry, sweetheart. You're going to love it here," Steve declared with an unsettling certainty, his tone almost comforting, as if he genuinely believed the twisted reality he was creating.

"Steve, please. You can't keep me here. If not for you, at least do it for our friendship. Please, let me go"

"This will be the last time you beg, Y/N. I will not repeat myself. You're not going anywhere. This will be your new home"

"It won't be," you insisted, defiance laced with fear.

"You'll see, in time, you'll change your mind." Steve's response echoed through the room, the unsettling assurance leaving you with a sinking feeling of dread as the realization set in that escape seemed increasingly improbable.

The room seemed to close in, the peeling wallpaper and the flickering light bulb casting eerie shadows that danced around the space, creating an atmosphere of both captivity and impending menace.

Your hand struggled against the rope as you watched him. Your eyes wide and frightened. "You see, my sweet Y/N. I've got my eye on you for quite a while. Maybe after I've had my fun with you, I'll consider letting you go. Who knows" he smiled at you, his hand caressing your lips. You felt sick.

"Don't you dare touch me" you hissed, jerking your face away from him. His eyes flashed with anger for a second before it was gone. 

"You don't have a choice" he chuckled. He took hold of your jaw and brought his face closer to yours, his lips a breath away. "I will enjoy making you scream and beg for mercy."

You felt his hands trail down your neck and down to the top of your shirt. He looked up at you before ripping your shirt open, making the buttons fly across the room. You gasped as you felt the cool air hit your skin. You were left in your bra, the thin lace fabric the only thing protecting you.

"Don't" 

"Don't what?" He grinned and pulled your bra straps down, exposing your breasts. You tried to cover yourself but you couldn't. You were still tied to the chair, and he was stronger than you.

"Please. Just stop" You felt tears roll down your cheeks.

"Oh, honey. This is just the beginning" He took one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisted it, making you gasp in pain. He leaned down and took your other nipple into his mouth, sucking on it. You squirmed under his touch, trying to push him away, but he held onto your wrists and kept you in place.

"Stop! Please, Steve. I'm sorry!"

"No. I don't think you're sorry" he growled as he moved to your neck and bit down. He sucked on the sensitive skin, making sure he left a mark.

"Stop!" you exclaimed, trying to push him off you. He chuckled at your efforts, then next he was moving his hands down your waist and stopping at the top of your jeans.

"Now, be a good girl and stay still. Wouldn't want to ruin such pretty underwear, now would we?" he asked as he slowly pulled your pants down. Your breathing sped up and you started to squirm.

"Steve, stop, please, I'm sorry, just let me go, please" you pleaded, tears pricking your eyes. You couldn't believe that he was doing this.

"Stop with the dramatics, princess. It won't change a thing. Just sit back and enjoy, it'll feel better if you relax" he cooed, pulling your jeans down to your ankles. You felt a sob escape your throat as he looked down at you, his eyes looking hungry and lustful.

"Please, don't do this, Steve, please"

"Shh, princess, I'm going to make you feel good, okay? But, first, I gotta take these off" he murmured, reaching for your panties. Your breathing stopped, and you felt yourself shake.

"Steve" you whimpered, shaking your head. Tears were falling down your face, and Steve was wiping them away. 

"Such a pretty sight. You're gonna look so pretty covered in my marks" he whispered as he leaned down and started to suck on your neck. You let out a strangled moan as you tried to move your head away from him.

"Get off, you creep" you groaned, trying to kick him away. He didn't seem fazed and just held your hips down. He was much stronger than you, and the more you struggled, the harder his grip became.

"That's it, baby. Squirming like a little slut" he murmured, moving his hand down and under your panties. You shook your head frantically, trying to kick him away again.

"Don't touch me, please" you begged, closing your legs tightly. He looked up at you, his blue eyes darkening with lust. "Steve, get off me!"

"You know, I've seen the way you've looked at me. Like a piece of meat" He was right, you couldn’t lie, you were attracted to him ever since you first saw him. Who wasn’t attracted to him? He was kind and gentle. Even right now after you found out who he really was, you still feel attracted to him. You knew you shouldn’t be. 

“You’re disgusting!” You spat in defiance, you were in denial. 

"You say that now, but I'll have you screaming my name"

"I'll never scream your name, you pervert."

"We’ll see about that, princess.” he murmured, kissing down your stomach. You shivered as you felt his warm breath fanning over your stomach. You didn't want him this close. 

Steve then chuckled as he moving his fingers in circles on your clit. “You don’t want me but why are you already wet huh?” You were shaking your head, trying to get him to stop. But it felt so good. 

Steve then chuckled as he moving his fingers in circles on your clit. “You don’t want me but you sure are wet, darling. So, what is it, hm? Tell me, are you wet because you want me or is it something else?” He pushed a finger inside of you, making you gasp. He began pumping his finger in and out, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Fuck. I've always wondered what you would feel like. So tight and warm." He continued pumping his finger in and out of you, and you tried to hold back a moan. You couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pleasuring you.

"Scream my name, princess."

"Never." You said through clenched teeth. 

"That's fine, sweetheart, I can do this all day." He smirked.

You could feel his finger moving inside of you, hitting the spot that made your legs tremble. You tried to hold back a moan, but he knew what he was doing.

"Oh fuckkk," you whispered, a sob escaping your throat. His eyes were dark and hungry, and his movements became rougher.

"That's right, princess, be a good girl for me" he groaned, moving his fingers inside you. You moaned, feeling him thrust his fingers in and out. He moved his lips back to your neck, biting and sucking. He added another finger and curled his fingers inside of you.

You let out a small moan, and he smirked. "Come on, princess, you can do better than that."

He added a third finger and thrust them faster, making your hips buck. He was moving his fingers faster and faster, and you could feel yourself getting closer.

You couldn't stop the moans from escaping. Your body betrayed you.

He continued curling his fingers inside of you, and you felt a pressure building up.

"P-please, st-stop, I don't- I don't w-want" you whispered, a sob escaping your throat. His eyes were dark and hungry, and his movements became rougher.

"What, princess, don't wanna have some fun?"

"No, I-I don't want th-this"

"Stop lying to yourself, princess.” He said as he kissed your cheeks. “You're so pretty like this, Y/N. All vulnerable and defenseless"

"I'm not-"

"Oh, baby, I know. But don't worry, I'll make you feel so good."

"Fuck, Steve"

"That's right, baby, moan my name. You sound so beautiful." He laughed and continued thrusting his fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut as his fingers went deeper, hitting your g-spot.

"Beg me, princess. Beg me to make you come.” he said, moving his fingers faster. Your breathing sped up as he added a third finger, stretching your hole. 

"Screw you!" You refused to beg him, not giving him the satisfaction.

"You will. You'll beg me to make you come, and then you'll beg me to fuck you. You'll beg me to use your body until I've had my fill."

You shook your head, biting your bottom lip. He began rubbing your clit again, causing your legs to shake. You could feel your climax approaching, and you didn't know whether to be relieved or scared. "I can feel how close you are. Say it, princess. Beg me."

Then when you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. You wanted to cry. "No!" You panted, trying to catch your breath.

"Not yet, princess. You know what I want, princess. Tell me." He purred, licking his fingers clean. You knew what he wanted, you still refused.

He laughed. "You're really gonna make me do this, aren't you?"

You were so confused. You didn't know what he meant. "You're gonna make me show you just how bad you need this."

He got up from the bed and walked over to the closet. He opened the doors and reached inside, pulling out a bag.

"What is that?" you asked, nervously.

He turned and looked at you. He opened the bag and pulled out a long, thin, pink vibrator. Your eyes went wide, you began to tremble. You were terrified. He was going to use that on you.

He held the vibrator up to your face and pressed a button, making it hum. You shook your head at him, "Steve No!"

He walked back over to you and crouched down in front of you. He ran his hand down your thigh, before spreading your legs, "Such a pretty pussy, princess." he murmured, tracing a finger along your folds.

He put the vibrator between your legs, pressing it against your clit.

"Fuck! Don't!" you moaned, trying to get away. He grabbed your hair and pulled you closer to him. "Oh, princess, you're gonna cum on this. Then, you're gonna cum on my cock. And, after that, you're gonna beg me for more."

You let out a sob as he pressed the vibrator harder against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself getting close again. "Please, Steve."

He pressed the vibrator against your clit harder, making you moan. You didn't want him touching you there, but you couldn't stop the pleasure. "Tell me what you want, Y/N"

"Steve, I can't. I don't want it, I can't, please"

"But, you do, princess. You're already wet for me. You want this."

You shook your head, trying to get away from the vibrator. He held onto your hips, keeping you still. He leaned forward and licked your nipple. He sucked your nipple, making you arch your back.

He turned up the intensity of the vibrator, causing your hips to buck. He let go of your nipple and moved the vibrator lower, rubbing it against your entrance.

"Fuck! Stop, Steve. I-I can't. It's too much!"

"Oh, baby, this is nothing. Just wait until I start fucking you."

You were getting closer, the pleasure almost unbearable. "Steve, please. Stop. Please. I can't. I'm gonna-"

He turned up the intensity of the vibrator. "Say it. Or I'll make this last even longer. I'll keep you here all night, and the whole time, I'll be inside you."

You moaned and closed your eyes. "Please… Steve…”

He chuckled. "I like hearing you beg, princess." He turned the vibrator off and moved it back up to your clit. He slowly pushed it into your tight cunt.

"I can't…."

He smirked, "Oh, baby, we've just gotten started."

He turned the vibrator on and fucked you with it. You arched your back and moaned. He grabbed your hair and pulled you up. You let out a whimper as he kissed you, hard. He pulled away and licked your neck. "You're such a slut for me, princess. You will love it when I fuck you."

You shook your head, trying to get him to stop. "Please, Steve. Stop."

He ignored you, thrusting the vibrator deeper inside you.

You were about to cum when he suddenly pulled the vibrator out. "Steve, please, I need-"

Everytime you were close to cum, he would turn the vibrator off,  making you frustrated and horny. "I can do this all day, princess."

You couldn't take it anymore, "Please Steve! Please let me cum, I can't take it anymore, please" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. You really needed to cum so bad, he was edging you so hard.

You hated yourself for begging him. He kept the vibrator pressed against your clit, and with his other hand, he began fucking you with his fingers again.

He grinned, "What's the magic word?"

"Please…."

"Wrong answer, princess." He chuckled and stood up. He turned the vibrator on and started walking towards you. He held the vibrator against your clit and rubbed it in slow circles. "Now, be a good girl and spread your legs."

You took a deep breath and slowly spread your legs, revealing your dripping cunt. “Good girl.” 

"Yes, oh god, Steve, please." You were moaning and panting, trying to hold off your orgasm, but he was making it impossible. "I can't hold back much longer, Steve, I'm so close. Please don’t stop." You were moaning, you didn’t care for anything, you needed to cum. 

But the moment you were about to cum, Steve stopped again, and removed the vibrator.

"Steve! No! Fuck!" You screamed, tears pricking your eyes. "What the fuck! Let me cum!"

He laughed, "So desperate. How long has it been since someone touched you like this? I can tell by your reactions that it's been a while." He turned on the vibrator again, “You will cum on my cock, now beg me to fuck you."

You were shaking, crying, "Fuck you, Steve. I'm not doing that."

He laughed, "Oh, I think you will. You're so desperate, Y/N, so close to the edge. You'll do anything to cum." He slowly undid his pants and stroking his cock in front of you. 

Your eyes widened as you stared at his length, you didn't think it was possible for a man to have such a huge cock. But, the sight of him stroking his cock was making you even wetter, and you couldn't help but want him to fuck you.

"Tell me you want me, tell me how much you want my cock."

"Steve, no. Please." You tried to close your legs, but he put the vibrator between them, spreading your lips and pushing the vibrator inside.

"If you don't, I'll just leave you here. Alone. Unsatisfied."

You were quiet, you shouldn’t want him, you should hold a little longer but he was being so good to you. It had been long since a guy made you felt like this. 

"Come on, princess. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how much you want me inside you. Tell me how bad you want my cock." He grinned as he kissed your clit, “I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want. I’ll fuck you better than any guy you know. I’ll make sure you will never be more satisfied than being with me again."

His words sent it toward your clit, you clenched your pussy hearing him said that. You were frustrated, sobbing, you needed release, and you didn't care about anything. You were going to beg.

 You caved in, "Fine! Fuck me, Steve. Please fuck me. I need your cock, please!"

He leaned forward and kissed you. He bit down on your bottom lip, and you gasped. He chuckled, "I bet you'd let me do anything right now, wouldn't you, princess?"

He turned the vibrator back on and started fucking you with it. You were crying and moaning, begging him to let you cum. You could feel your orgasm approaching, and you couldn't hold back anymore. "Fuck, please, Steve, fuck. I'm so close, I'm gonna cum. Fuck."

"Cum for me, princess.” 

You came screaming, your whole body convulsing. You were shaking and sweating, your body aching from the pleasure.

He turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of you. He kissed your cheek, "Such a good girl. I'm so proud of you, princess."

You were panting, trying to catch your breath. "I hate you."

"You don't mean that, baby. You're just a little overwhelmed. It's okay."

You looked at him, his eyes were soft and gentle, but you knew he was crazy. You were still tied up, helpless, and completely at his mercy. He was going to use his large cock to fuck you, and you couldn't do anything to stop him.

"Don't worry, princess, I'll take care of you. I promise."

He started to untie you and you were confused. Was he letting you go? You tried to scramble to ran away from him but you didn’t get far, he wrapped his arms on your waist lifting you. “Steve! Put me down now!”

He ignored you and brought you back to the bed. He put you down and pinned you, using his body weight to keep you still. "Don't think this changes anything."

He kissed you, hard and hungry. You tried to push him away but it was useless, he was too strong. "Fuck, baby, you taste so good." He kissed down your neck, biting and sucking as he went. He stopped at your breast, taking one nipple in his mouth and the other in his hand.

"Steve, please..."

"You want me to stop, Y/N?"

"Yes!"

"Well, that's too bad. Because I'm not stopping until I'm finished with you. And you're gonna love every minute of it. You're my girl, Y/N. I'm never letting you go.” 

"No, please...don't...stop...don't hurt me, Steve."

He smirked, "I'm not going to hurt you, baby. I'm going to make you feel good."

He let go of your wrists and reached down between your legs. You gasped as his fingers found your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. "God, you're so wet. So wet and ready for me."

"Stop..."

"No. I'm not stopping, princess. You're going to come for me, just like you did with the vibrator. And then, I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you all night long."

You tried to wiggle away from him, but it was no use. He was too strong. You tried to kick him, “Princess.” He warned, you stopped your movement, his tone made you scared. 

He then smiled, “Good girl.” 

You were trapped, at his mercy. He was going to hurt you, he was going to fuck you, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were his.

He slipped a finger inside of you, moving it in and out slowly. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight. You're gonna feel so good on my cock."

He added a second finger, stretching you even more. He kept pumping them in and out of you, making sure to hit your g-spot every time. You could feel another orgasm building.

"Oh God...oh fuck, Steve...please..."

"Please what, baby? Do you want me to stop?"

"No...don't stop...fuck, Steve..."

"Tell me, Y/N. Tell me what you want."

"I want...I want you to fuck me."

"You're such a dirty girl, Y/N. You're gonna come for me, aren't you?"

"Yes...oh God, Steve...yes...I'm gonna cum." He fucked you faster, harder, his fingers pounding into you. You couldn't hold back anymore, you threw your head back and screamed his name as you came, your whole body shaking with pleasure.

"Fuck, that's it, baby. You’re so beautiful, princess.” He didn't stop, he kept fucking you, his fingers buried deep inside you. You couldn't believe how good it felt, you had never been fucked like this before.

He kept rubbing your clit, prolonging your orgasm. You were panting and moaning, trying to catch your breath. "That's it, princess. That's it. Just like that."

He moved down and spread your legs wide open. "Fuck, baby. You're so fucking wet."

He licked your slit, tasting your juices. You moaned as he lapped at your folds, sucking and licking like his life depended on it.

He pulled back and looked up at you, "You taste so fucking good, baby. I could eat you all day long."

"Oh, god...please, Steve..."

"Please, what, princess? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, please, fuck me, Steve."

"Fuck, I love when you beg, princess."

His cock was rock hard, the tip leaking precum. He grabbed the base and stroked it a few times before positioning himself between your legs. He lined himself up with your entrance, rubbing the tip through your folds, coating it in your wetness. "Fuck... Steve… It's not going to fit."

"It'll fit, princess. I promise." He slowly pushing inside of you, letting you adjust to his size. It hurt, but the feeling of him stretching you was incredible. He was so big and you felt so full. "God, you're so tight, Y/N. So wet. Do you like my cock, baby? Do you like the way it feels?"

"Oh god, Steve. So full." You moaned.

He started moving, thrusting into you. The pace was slow and steady, letting you get used to his size. "God, you feel so fucking good, princess. So fucking good."

It hurt at first, but the pain soon turned to pleasure. You were moaning, begging him for more. "Steve...faster..."

He grinned, "You want it faster, baby? You want me to fuck you faster?"

"Yes...please...faster..."

He quickened his pace, pounding into you. He grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, changing the angle and hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars.

"Fuck, yes, Steve!"

"That's it, baby. Scream my name. Scream my name as I fuck you."

"Oh, god...yes...please, Steve... harder!"

He groaned and started slamming into you, fucking you hard and fast. "Fuck, baby. You're such a slut, begging me to fuck you harder."

You were lost in pleasure, moaning and screaming his name. "That's it, baby. Tell me how good it feels, princess. Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love my cock inside you."

"So good, Steve...it feels so good...I love you fucking me, Steve."

"Yeah, you do, don't you? You love being fucked by me huh?" He growled and pounded into you, harder and faster.

"I love it...please, Steve, more..." He felt so good inside you, you should've hating him, but all you wanted was more. You shouldn’t want him but fuck no one ever fucked you this good. "Yes, Steve, oh god, yes. Please fuck me."

"Yeah, baby, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you hard. I'll fuck you until you can't walk." He began thrusting his hips, fucking you hard and fast. He sped up his thrusts, slamming into you harder and deeper. You were lost in the pleasure, not caring about anything else. All that mattered was him and how good he made you feel.

You were so close, you could feel your orgasm building. "Steve...I'm gonna come."

"Yeah? You gonna come, baby? You gonna come on my cock?"

"Yes..."

"Yeah, you are. You're gonna come all over my cock. You're gonna come for me, baby. Come on, princess. Come for me." He then went to sucked your neck and then bit it, hard. "Rub your clit, baby. Make yourself come. Rub that fucking clit while I fuck you."

You obeyed, reaching down and rubbing your clit. It only took a few seconds before you were coming, screaming his name and digging your nails into his back.

"Fuck, yes, princess. That's it. Come for me."

You were coming down from your high and he was still pounding into you

You moaned and came, your body shaking with pleasure.

He didn't stop, he kept fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it. You were so oversensitive and it was almost too much, but you didn't want him to stop.

He pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up. "Oh, God, yes, Steve!" He slammed back into you, his pace relentless. "You like that, princess? You like me fucking you?"

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! Don't stop!"

He reached around and rubbed your clit, making you moan even louder. "Come for me, princess. Come for me again. I want to hear you scream."

You were close, you could feel your orgasm building again. He pinched your clit and that was it. You came, screaming his name. He continued to fuck you, not slowing down at all.

"God, I love it when you scream, princess. Keep screaming for me."

You were barely coming down from your orgasm and he was already pushing you towards another one. You couldn't take it, it was too much. You were oversensitive and it was almost too much. He leaned forward and kissed your neck, whispering in your ear, "That's it, baby. Take my cock. Take it all."

"Steve, please...it's too much...it's too much..."

"Shh, princess. I know. I know. But you can take it. You can take it, can't you, baby?"

"Yes..."

"Yeah, I know. I know you can. You're my good girl, aren't you?" He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. "Now, say it. Say you're my good girl."

"I'm your good girl." 

"Fucking right you are." He said and went to fondled your breast while he pounded into you, his pace unforgiving. His trusts became erratic, you knew he was close.

Then you remember, he didn't wear a condom and you weren’t on birth control.  "Please pull out! Don't come inside of me, please! I’m not on birth control!”

He stopped, but didn't pull out. "You're kidding, right? What's the point in fucking you if I don't come inside of that tight pussy of yours? I'm gonna fill you up, make you mine."

You started to panic. "Please, you'll get me pregnant. Please don't come inside of me."

"No, you're mine now. And I'm gonna breed you, just like you deserve. You're going to give me what I want and you're going to take it."

"Please, don't come inside of me." Your breath came in gasps, you couldn't hold back your moans anymore, even though you were crying. You tried to push him off, but he didn't let you, didn't stop fucking you.

"Please, please don't. I'll do anything you want. Please just pull out, I'll let you fuck me every morning. I'll be your good girl, please just not inside." You were sobbing now, but your cunt was dripping.

“Your body says otherwise, princess.” He picked up his pace again. Fuck, you like this, don't you? You're so wet. You want to have my babies, don't you? Fuck, yeah, you're a good girl, begging for my cum."

He felt you trying to pull away and he slapped your ass, hard. "You're not going anywhere, princess. You're going to stay here and take my cock. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you." He moaned, his thrusts were becoming more desperate, his hand left your waist and moved to your clit, rubbing hard.

You whimpered and he slapped your ass again. "Don't fight me, princess. Just let go and enjoy it. You're already mine, and now you're going to have my baby. We're going to have a family, Y/N. You're not leaving me."

You gave up, your body submitting to him. He was in complete control and there was nothing you could do. He kept fucking you, going even faster and harder. "There you go, baby. That's it. Let me take care of you."

Your pussy started to contract and you screamed, a wave of pleasure rolling through you. "Yeah, fuck. I knew you'd like this. Fuck, you're squeezing me, that's it. Take it, take it all, be a good girl and take it."

He moaned and pumped into you harder, until his hips stuttered and his cock pulsed.

"Ahhhh!" You cried as he spilled his seed inside of you, filling your insides. He groaned at the feeling of you, warm and wet, squeezing around him. He let go of your wrists and wrapped both his arms around your waist. 

When he was finished, he stayed inside of you, breathing heavily. "Fuck, that was great. Best sex I ever had."

 When he pulled out, you felt his come dripping down your leg. "We can't waste this, can we?" He thrusted his finger into you, gathering his come. You were still shaking, not able to comprehend what just happened.

He shoved his finger into your mouth. "You'll be a good girl, won't you? Now clean my fingers.”

He shoved his fingers into your mouth, you were too exhausted to do anything, just opened your mouth and let him shove his fingers down your throat.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you and the baby." He whispered. "You'll be the perfect mom."

"Oh, no. We're not done yet." He grabbed your face with his clean hand, and pulled you into a kiss. He pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, tasting his cum. "You're such a good girl. Now, I'll give you a reward."

He got down on his knees and pushed your legs apart, then leaned forward, licking your clit. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue against your sensitive skin, but quickly bit your lip, trying to keep quiet.

He looked up at you. "Don't worry, honey. I love the sounds you make. So sweet. Keep making those noises for me." He moved his tongue over your clit, slowly, teasing.

He licked and sucked at your clit, while you moaned, the sensation almost too much. "I know you're sore, honey. But I wanna hear you come on my tongue. Be a good girl and come for me, can you do that?"

"Yes."

He continued sucking your clit, and moved his hand down to your pussy, pushing his fingers inside. He moved his fingers in and out of your pussy, slowly, but it was still too much.

"Please, Steve, make me come."

"That's my good girl." He moved his fingers faster, sucking harder, rubbing your clit with his thumb. Your moans were louder, your whole body felt hot.

"Steve, oh god, oh god, I'm coming."

You felt him smile against your clit, his tongue moving faster, sucking and licking. Your moans became screams, your legs were shaking, you felt the pressure building in your belly, your whole body shaking. You came hard, squirting on his face.

"You taste so sweet." He got up from his knees, his cock hard again, and pressed it against your pussy.

"Please, not again. It's too much. I-I'm too tired. I can't...I don't have any more energy." 

"I can give you energy, princess" He pushed into you, and you screamed, the feeling too intense. He pulled out and then slammed back into you, setting a brutal pace. He wrapped his arm around your waist, and moved his hips in a circular motion, the pressure in your belly building again.

You sighed, you didn't have any energy left. Steve had been non-stop ever since the day he took you, he didn't give you a single moment to rest. You were always filled with his cum. "You'll enjoy it, princess. You always do."

He started to thrust up into you, and you felt your orgasm building. "Oh, God, Steve!"

"That's it, baby, scream my name."

"Steve! Oh, God, Steve!"

You came, clenching around his cock. He groaned, and you felt him spill inside you, his hot cum filling you up. "Fuck, baby, you're so good."

He kissed you, and you could feel him getting hard inside of you again. "No, Steve, please. I can't..."

"Yes, you can, princess. I know you can."

He started to move again, and you knew you were in for a long night.

You couldn't help but moan, you could feel his thick length filling you up. His cum was still inside of you and it was a warm feeling. You were so tired and he could tell, "One more time, princess, and I'll let you sleep."

He was so big, and he hit all the right spots. You couldn't help but moan, it felt so good.

You had been his prisoner for weeks now and he had fucked you so many times, you lost count. You were covered in his cum, and he didn't let you leave the bed, he was obsessed with breeding you.

You moaned as he thrust deeper into you. He was so big and it felt so good. You were lost in the pleasure, forgetting about everything else. All that mattered was him and the way he made you feel.

"Say you want me to come inside of you."

"I want you to come inside of me, Steve."

“Beg me.”

“Please, Steve. I want your cum. Please fill me up.”

"Good girl." He kept his rhythm, the feeling of his cock inside of you was too much, but it was so good.

"Come for me, be a good girl and come for me."

Your body was shaking, you felt his cock throb and fill you up again, and then you were coming, your legs trembling, your moans loud.

"Fuck, yeah. You're such a good girl, so sweet, coming for me. So tight, fuck. Such a good girl."

His words sent you over the edge, your body convulsing as your orgasm washed over you. He held himself above you, watching your face, while he fucked you. His cock was still inside of you, twitching, the feeling so intense.

"And don't you forget it. You're mine, and no one else is gonna fuck you. Cause you're mine, and I'm gonna keep you pregnant, giving me all the babies I want."

You had been his prisoner for weeks now and he had fucked you so many times, you lost count. You were covered in his mark and seed, and he didn't let you leave the bed, he was obsessed with breeding you.

You didn't have a choice, he wouldn't let you go. He'd fuck you every day, until he had knocked you up. You didn't even want a baby, and he didn't care. He'd do whatever he wanted. You had no choice but to obey him. But he made you feel so good and gentle with you, you couldn't help but enjoy it.

You had given up, the police weren't going to find you. No one was. You were his prisoner, his plaything. And he was going to keep you forever.

But, in a twisted way, you didn't mind. Because he was always there for you, taking care of you, fucking you, loving you. You had never felt this way about anyone before. And deep down, you knew you were falling in love with him.

"I love you, Y/N. And I'm gonna take care of you, and our baby. Forever."

"I love you, too, Steve."

FIN

A/N : So what do you guys think? Let me know in the comments, I want to know about your thoughts! 

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1.5k words. Based on some posts on @hotchfiles blog about Hotchs wedding ring 🫶

F. Scott Fitzgerald — 'There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.'

Small town motels begin to feel familiar after a while. Even the outdated 70s wallpaper and smoked tinted walls start to blur with the newly renovated minimalist gray walls of the latest chain hotel they’re staying in. 

After ten hours of bureaucratic red tape, hostile locals and hysterical families, the  paper thin mattresses and the softest of egyptian cotton sheets all end up in the same exhausted insomnia. 

And it is in that blur of sameness that you find yourself pressed against the sheets of Hotc - sorry, Aarons bed. 

Your very stoic, very married boss. 

It started in this quaint farmhouse turned B&B somewhere tucked away in Maine, the blood splattered crime scene photos getting lost amongst the garish floral bedspread. 

As strict and unyielding as Hotch was in the day to day you knew his biggest secret; an almost full pack of Marlboro reds tucked away in the smallest pocket of his go-bag accompanied by a baby blue bic lighter stolen from you. Reserved for special occasions, such as a week-long case in the middle of the winter with no end in sight. 

It was on night four that you went to his room to get your lighter back - and possibly to bum a cigarette as well. Light footsteps on the creaking wood, you tiptoed over as if you knew how it would end. 

Before you could even knock the door opened and there he was, stripped of his jacket and tie but still working at midnight, his starched white shirt rumpled from hours sitting at the rickety chair in the room. 

“Hi, wasn’t expecting anyone right now,” he said awkwardly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. His eyes firmly planted on yours and not on your very bare legs, covered by blue striped pajama shorts and a faded concert t-shirt.  

“Well, I would be more shocked if you were” you replied with a laugh, crossing your arms against the midnight chill and leaning against the frame of his door “hey listen I’m on a rescue mission here, I know your pack of smokes is more of a ‘in case of emergency bring out the cancer sticks’ sort of deal but my very favorite lighter is sequestered with them and I’ve gone through two packs without it so can I have it back? and also maybe one of your cigs?” you added that last part with a very convincing smile.  

“Right! yes, come on in” Hotch said as he stepped aside so you could come into his room. The pink wallpaper covered floor to ceiling in paisley flowers. 

“Don’t mind the flowers, it seems like they’re multiplying but you get used to them”

“Oh I think that’s just your sleep deprivation speaking,  maybe I’m not even in this room”  As you walked in you took in his room, from the floral wallpaper and matching drapes to the blue fluffy carpet and dark wood furniture. 

“If I were to imagine you I think the last thing you would be doing is stealing my cigarettes” 

“Really? and what is it that I usually do in your imagination” You said, sitting down on his bed, moving around some files.   

He just let out a small laugh, his wedding ring twinkling like a warning sign in the lowlight. 

His laugh is boyish you think startled, a little high pitched at the end like it’s not used to making an appearance.

You try to picture him at your age, even before, early twenties fresh out of law school. His stride not as confident as it is now, less sure of his place in a courtroom than he is in a police precinct ordering around people he’s just met. 

While you were lost in thought he went to rummage through his bag, his usual meticulous order abandoned in favor of quick changes between cat naps and interrogations. 

His back turned, you can freely admire the solid line of his back, muscles stretched under his shirt, and it’s only ever really in these brief moments of solitude that you can admit to yourself that whatever is it that you feel goes well beyond a crush. 

Which is why you should leave, you should get up, tell him you changed your mind and go to your room, forget that you do have a full pack in your nightstand right next to the nice lighter you bought for yourself  a couple of weeks ago, you should… 

“Here” He says handing you the baby blue lighter and a loose cigarette. 

“What, you’re leaving me to smoke by myself?” 

“Like you said, these are ‘in case of emergency only’” 

“Well I think having to deal with Captain Rooney and detective whoever the fuck for almost a week straight constitutes as an emergency, think of them as medicinal cigarettes, kind of like the ones pregnant woman smoked in the 50’s” 

He laughs again, boyish and carefree and you tuck that sound away,  to let it play on a loop in your head later tonight. 

“One” Hotch says, holding up a finger “and then we’ll go to sleep, the last thing I need is you crashing the car because you were too tired to drive straight” 

“God, imagine the paperwork” You reply with a grin. Standing up and walking to the window next to the desk. You notice with a pang that he keeps a picture of Jack there, only a year old, chubby cheeks and thin blonde hair. 

“What are you doing?” He asks as he sees you sitting down on the window ledge. 

“Are you having a stroke? you just said I could smoke one” 

“I didn’t mean right here” Hotch says looking around, as if the crotchety old woman who checked you guys in would pop up from behind the curtains and kick you out for smoking indoors. 

“I cannot believe you’re afraid of a seventy year old retiree, yesterday you stared down that reporter so hard I thought he was going to start crying” You said lighting up and taking a drag  “besides, didn’t you go to boarding school or something? I bet there’s a whole slew of very scandalous stories hiding there” 

As you blow smoke out the window you see him standing there, hands in his pockets. His eyes don’t stray from yours but he’s not avoiding anything, he’s instead searching for something.

The silence stretches on for a few seconds as the smoke slowly billows up, a haze enveloping you both and you could almost pretend that there’s not a picture of Jack right next to you, or even, another picture next to his. Her name carefully and diligently scrubbed out of your thoughts.

Slowly he walks over and sits down right next to you, the fabric of his slacks burning a path on your thigh. Instead of lighting one of himself he takes yours from your hand. 

You see it then, on his left hand,  tarnished gold in the moonlight. And the moment breaks. 

“I think you guys think I was born wearing a tie” 

“Well no you were a baby, it would have been a bowtie” 

“Cute” You bite your lip to hold back a smile, resting your heated cheek in the cold window. 

“Hotch you collected stamps” 

“Coins, actually” You take the cigarette from him, your lips touching the same filter. 

“Oh my bad, they should have locked you up and thrown away the key then” 

“I collected coins, and also regularly snuck out to go to bars” 

At this revelation you do gasp “no! Aaron Hotchner underage drinking? And they let you in the FBI anyway?” 

“Okay, maybe I wasn’t a complete rebel in my youth but at the time it seemed like it, my parents were…strict and boarding school was their last ditch effort to straighten me out” 

“What got you sent to the slammer?” You asked with a quiet upturn of your lips. 

Before answering he looked at you, the light of the moon on the clearest sky you’ve seen yet turning you silver. 

“I kept picking fights” There was something more there but you let him keep that secret, one was enough for tonight. 

After that you finished what was left, the evidence discarded into the night. Yet neither of you moved. 

It was easy to think that you liked Hotch because he was handsome, or smart or even because he was the boss, but in truth when he looked at you it made you feel singularly important, like every stupid joke or straight thought was worth hearing. Even now in the stillness of the night with only your thoughts and the cicadas for company you felt like he knew everything worth knowing about you. 

“Well” you murmured “I should get going” 

“Yes” he replied in the same tone “you should.” 

And yet you stayed, looking at him. You were so close you could count his lashes, could almost touch the few strands of hair that had fallen forward. 

“Goodnight”  He whispered right before kissing you. 

Truly you could have been the one to kiss him, it was impossible knowing who leaned in first, like an asteroid colliding the path was inevitable, only a matter of time. 

Your hands softly cupped his neck as his went to your waist. It felt like you had been doing this for years, like he had been kissing you good morning and goodnight as long as you had known each other. As he leaned more into you, crowding you against the edge of the window seat your hands graced each others and that's when you felt it, hot as lava, his wedding ring a shock to your system making you push away. 

“fuck” This, again, could have been said by either of you. 

Hastily you got up, almost tripping with one of the decorative pillows left on the floor. 

“Anyway, really should get going, we’ll probably be dead on our feet unless we get some shuteye” You said as casually as you could when every place he had touched was still burning bright. 

“Right, of course” His expression was indiscernible, the only thing betraying his thoughts was his left hand, fingers softly touching the wedding band like a mantra. 

As you were leaving you turned back one last time, looking at him still encased in the pale silver light and he was looking back. 

[shybluebirdninja]

Boundaries of Obsession

Summary: Logan, a seasoned bodyguard with a troubled past, is reluctantly assigned to protect Y/n, a 23-year-old diplomat's daughter. The vast age gap between them creates immediate tension, with Y/N resistant to Logan's intrusive presence. However, as they spend more time together, Logan’s professional detachment gives way to possessiveness and jealousy. His obsession threatens to undermine their relationship, forcing both to confront the boundaries of their growing feelings for each other.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female-Human Reader (Y/N Sinclair) Warning: Angst, lil bit of fluff

Logan had been on the edge of a goddamn meltdown, and he’d been desperately hoping for a break from the never-ending grind of his job. He was sprawled out in his small, dimly lit apartment, surrounded by the detritus of his last assignment: crumpled papers, empty takeout containers, and an assortment of half-empty bottles that might have once contained something drinkable. His apartment looked like a tornado had decided to take a detour through his life.

He was nursing a mug of coffee that had long lost any semblance of warmth, staring at the peeling wallpaper as if it might provide some answers. He was just about to lose himself in the haze of his thoughts when the shrill ring of the office phone cut through the silence like a damn alarm bell. It was a sound that meant trouble, and trouble was the last thing he wanted.

With a groan that could only be described as pure frustration, Logan grabbed the receiver and answered with a voice that could best be described as a growl. “Logan.”

“Hey, Logan,” came the voice on the other end. It was Rick, his boss. The tone was serious—Rick had a knack for sounding like someone was about to get shot whenever he was on the line. “We’ve got a new assignment for you.”

Logan rolled his eyes, though Rick couldn’t see it through the phone. “Seriously? What now? Can’t a guy catch a break? I’m drowning in paperwork and old pizza boxes here. I need some damn time off.”

Rick wasn’t one for beating around the bush. “This isn’t a joke, Logan. We need you to protect Y/N Sinclair. She’s the daughter of a diplomat. She’s 23, and there’s been some pretty credible threats against her.”

Logan let out a snort, one that was more of a sarcastic chuckle than anything else. “Protect a diplomat’s kid? That sounds like a whole barrel of fun. What’s she done, pissed off some world leaders? Because that’s usually the kind of thing that gets you on the hit list.”

Rick’s voice took on a slightly softer tone, which was rare for him. “I get it. It sounds like a cushy gig, but it’s high-profile. We need someone who knows their shit. You’ve got the experience, and frankly, I don’t think anyone else is up for it. And hey, it’s just a few weeks. Think of it as a temporary change of pace.”

Logan sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world was on them. “Fine. I’ll do it. But don’t expect me to be thrilled about it. If I end up babysitting someone with a silver spoon stuck in her mouth, I swear, I’m going to lose it.”

Rick chuckled, though it was the kind of chuckle that suggested he was already preparing for more of Logan’s bullshit. “You always have a way of making these things sound so glamorous. But thanks for taking it on. I’ll send over the details. Just remember, this is important.”

Logan slammed the receiver down, muttering curses under his breath. “Important. Sure. Probably just another way to get me tangled up in someone else’s mess.” He glanced around his apartment, wondering how on earth he was going to get through this. He picked up a stray piece of paper, squinting at it as if it might hold some kind of answer to his current predicament.

His mind was already racing through the logistics of the new assignment: meeting Y/N Sinclair, figuring out her schedule, and trying to figure out how to stay sane while being stuck in the same space as someone who probably didn’t know the first thing about real danger. He was about to face yet another chapter of dealing with people who had no idea what it was like to live in the real world, where every day was a battle and every decision was a gamble.

Logan took a deep breath, staring at the mess that was his life and muttering to himself. “Well, at least I’ll get a change of scenery. Maybe I’ll even get to add a few new scars to the collection.” He chuckled darkly, knowing full well that he was in for a ride he wasn’t exactly thrilled about.

And so, with that resigned acceptance, Logan prepared himself for whatever hell was about to unfold. He might have been grumbling and cursing every step of the way, but deep down, he knew he’d take the job.

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Logan’s arrival at the Sinclair residence was like stepping into a fucking fairy tale. He was greeted by the kind of grandeur that would make a king feel underdressed. The estate sprawled out before him in all its marble and chandelier glory. It was the kind of place where the floors sparkled under the glow of opulent fixtures, and every corner seemed to whisper tales of old money and impeccable taste. Logan took it all in with a mixture of awe and begrudging respect.

He pushed through the massive double doors, which opened with a creak that seemed to say, “Welcome to the land of the rich and ridiculously privileged.” The marble lobby was bathed in a soft, natural light that filtered through high arched windows, casting a warm glow over everything. Logan's boots made a dull thud against the marble as he walked in, a stark contrast to the silent elegance of the place. His own scuffed, worn-out shoes were a far cry from the polished perfection that surrounded him.

Logan glanced around, taking in the elegant furniture and tasteful decorations—each piece meticulously chosen to scream luxury. It was all a bit much, really. His small, dimly lit apartment felt like a lifetime away from this place. He was used to grimy street corners and dingy warehouses, not this plush extravagance. He felt a twinge of discomfort, as if he was an imposter at a very high-society masquerade.

Then he saw her. Y/N Sinclair. She was standing by the grand staircase, waiting for him with an air of cool composure that was both intriguing and slightly infuriating. The way she carried herself with a blend of youthful enthusiasm and restrained annoyance made it clear she wasn’t thrilled to see him. She was striking—no doubt about it. Her beauty was understated yet captivating, and her dark hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing her face in a way that made her sharp, green eyes even more arresting. Those eyes were curious but had an edge that suggested she was ready to be unimpressed.

Logan approached her with a professional detachment that was more an act of self-preservation than anything else. His dark suit felt like a costume he wore to fit in with this high-society circus, and it contrasted sharply with Y/N’s more casual attire—a simple blouse and jeans. He knew the suit was his attempt to blend in, but it felt like it was doing the opposite. He couldn’t help but admire the way she looked, though he kept it buried under a layer of gruff professionalism.

Y/N turned to face him as he drew near, her expression a mix of guarded curiosity and subtle skepticism. She extended her hand, and Logan took it, shaking it firmly. “Mr. Logan, I presume?”

“Ms. Sinclair,” Logan replied, his voice low and gravelly. “I’ll be your bodyguard for the duration of this assignment. My job is to ensure your safety.”

Y/N withdrew her hand and crossed her arms, her posture defensive. “I’m not sure why I need a bodyguard. I’m just going about my daily life. Surely that’s manageable.”

Logan couldn’t help but let a hint of sarcasm slip through. ��It’s not just about managing; it’s about making sure you don’t get yourself into a world of trouble. There’ve been credible threats against you, and it’s my job to keep you safe. I’ll be tagging along wherever you go, making sure nothing goes south.”

Y/N’s lips curled into a slight frown, and she glanced around the opulent lobby, clearly uncomfortable with the intrusion into her personal space. “I suppose I’ll have to get used to this, won’t I?”

Logan noticed the flicker of frustration in her eyes. He could see she was trying to reconcile the grandeur of her surroundings with the reality of having her freedom curtailed. “We’ll figure out a way to make this as smooth as possible. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s necessary given the circumstances.”

Y/N huffed softly, her frustration palpable. “I’ve always valued my independence. Having someone shadow me every step of the way feels like an invasion of privacy.”

Logan’s expression softened, though he kept his tone steady. “I get that. It’s a hell of an adjustment. My job is to be as unobtrusive as possible while making sure you stay safe. I’ll try not to step on your toes more than necessary.”

Y/N’s gaze softened a little, though her defensiveness was still there. “I appreciate that you’re trying to be considerate. But can you at least explain what you’ll be doing? How is this going to work?”

Logan nodded, thankful for the chance to lay out the plan. “Sure thing. My primary duties will include keeping you company during any public or private events, assessing potential risks, and coordinating with local security. I’ll also be on the lookout for any threats and making sure your day-to-day activities are as safe as possible. I’ll be around, but I’ll try to keep it low-key.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly still skeptical. “And what if I decide to go somewhere or do something without you?”

Logan considered her question, knowing it was a crucial point. “If you decide to go out on your own, I’ll need to check out your destination and who you’ll be with. It’s not about limiting your freedom, but about making sure you’re safe. We’ll work together to plan your activities in a way that keeps you secure while respecting your autonomy.”

Y/N sighed, a sound that was equal parts frustration and resignation. “I suppose that makes sense. I’m just not used to having someone constantly watching over me.”

Logan offered a reassuring smile, though he was aware of the fine line he had to walk. “I understand. It’s going to take some getting used to, but I’m here to make this process as smooth as possible. If you have any concerns or preferences, just let me know.”

Y/N’s eyes met his, and for a moment, the skepticism seemed to wane. She gave a small, begrudging nod. “Alright. I guess we’ll have to make the best of this situation.”

Logan’s smile remained professional, but he felt a flicker of relief. “Thanks for being understanding. I’ll do my best to ensure this is as smooth and secure as possible for you.”

Y/N led him through the residence, her pace steady as she showed him the key areas he needed to know. As they walked through the grand halls, she pointed out various rooms and gave a brief overview of her daily schedule. Logan couldn’t help but notice the opulence of the surroundings—the rich tapestries on the walls, the polished wood of the furniture—all of it spoke of a life he was only beginning to understand.

During the tour, Y/N maintained a polite distance, though there was a formality in her demeanor that made it clear she was still adjusting to the situation. Logan observed her closely, noting the way she moved and spoke. She was a study in contrasts: graceful yet guarded, confident yet clearly struggling with the invasion of her privacy.

As they reached her personal quarters, Y/N stopped and turned to him with a faint smile. “This is where I’ll be spending most of my time. You’ll have access to this area, but please try to avoid intruding on my private space.”

Logan nodded, feeling the weight of her request. “Understood. I’ll be discreet and respectful of your privacy.”

Y/N’s smile widened slightly, though she was still clearly adjusting. “I appreciate that. Let’s start with a schedule for tomorrow. Do you have any preferences for how you’d like to handle things?”

Logan thought for a moment, weighing his response. “I’d suggest we start by reviewing your planned activities for the day. It’ll help me understand your routine and spot any potential risks. We can also discuss any specific concerns you might have.”

Y/N nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s do that.”

As they moved on to discuss the details of the upcoming days, Logan found himself increasingly intrigued by Y/N. Despite her initial defensiveness, there were moments when her sharp wit and intelligence shone through. She was passionate about her work and had a clear sense of purpose, which was both admirable and, at times, frustratingly idealistic.

In the evening, as their discussions wrapped up, Y/N offered Logan a hesitant smile. “I guess this isn’t going to be as terrible as I initially thought. Thanks for taking the time to explain everything.”

Logan returned the smile, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “I’m glad to hear that. We’ll address any concerns as they come up. It’s important that you feel comfortable and safe.”

Y/N’s smile grew warmer. “Thanks, Mr. Logan. I suppose you’re not so bad after all.”

Logan chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

As Y/N headed off to her room, Logan remained in the lobby, reflecting on the day’s events. He knew the road ahead would be filled with challenges, both professional and personal. Building rapport with Y/N was just the beginning, and he needed to be prepared for the complexities that would inevitably arise.

He took a deep breath, resolved to tackle the assignment with the same dedication and professionalism he had applied to every previous job. Gaining Y/N’s trust and ensuring her safety would require patience and adaptability. As he prepared for the days ahead, he reminded himself that the success of the assignment hinged not just on protecting Y/N from external threats, but also on navigating the delicate balance of their evolving relationship.

The next morning, Logan met Y/N at breakfast, ready to dive into the day’s activities. As he observed her, he felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension. The assignment had just begun, and he was acutely aware that the dynamics between them would shape their time together. Y/N greeted him with a more relaxed demeanor, and Logan took it as a positive sign.

He knew that the coming days would be crucial in building a rapport and establishing a sense of trust. With each interaction, Logan hoped to not only fulfill his duties but also make Y/N feel as comfortable and secure as possible. Logan’s initial days with the Sinclairs were a whirlwind of adjustments and observations.

Their interactions were a delicate dance of professionalism and personal boundaries. Y/N, though initially resistant, began to show signs of acceptance. The tension from their first meeting gradually eased, replaced by a tentative cooperation. Logan observed her routines and preferences, making adjustments to his approach as needed. He found that Y/N’s defensiveness was often a mask for her underlying vulnerability. She had been thrust into a world of scrutiny and expectation, and his presence was a constant reminder of her lack of control.

Logan’s role went beyond just being a physical presence; it was about understanding the subtleties of Y/N’s world and adapting to them. The Sinclair estate was a world apart from his usual environment, but he approached the challenge with the same focus and determination he applied to his work. He made it a point to blend into the background, allowing Y/N the space she needed while remaining vigilant. Their conversations gradually became less formal, and Y/N began to open up about her life and the pressures she faced. Logan learned about her aspirations, her struggles with her public image, and her desire for a more ordinary life. It was clear that beneath the veneer of wealth and privilege, Y/N was grappling with her own set of challenges.

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Building trust with Y/N Sinclair wasn’t a walk in the park. It was a constant grind, a mix of small wins and the occasional fuck-up. Logan knew that his success in this gig wasn’t just about keeping her safe; it was also about breaking down the walls between them and making her feel at ease. He was working on making their interactions more than just a transactional deal—he was in it to build some real rapport.

One evening, after a day that felt like it never ended—meetings, events, and more meetings—Y/N approached Logan with a thoughtful look on her face. The day’s chaos had left them both a bit drained, but there was something different in the way she spoke to him.

“You know, Mr. Logan,” she started, her tone softer than usual, “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m actually starting to appreciate having you around. It’s been weird, having someone breathing down my neck all the time, but I’m beginning to see that there’s some value in it.”

Logan gave her a genuine smile, feeling a bit of relief. “I’m glad to hear that. I know it’s not exactly the most comfortable situation, and I really appreciate you sticking with it. My goal is to make this as smooth as possible for you.”

Y/N’s face relaxed a bit, and she seemed to be weighing her next words carefully. “I get that. And I can see you’re trying to help. It’s just… sometimes it feels like there’s this invisible wall between us. Like, I’m always having to explain myself or justify my actions.”

Logan took a moment to let that sink in. “I get it. It’s a tough balance—trying to respect your privacy while also making sure you’re safe. If there’s anything specific you need or any way I can make this easier, just let me know.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and there was a flicker of vulnerability in them. “Actually, there is something. I’ve got some personal stuff going on, and it would be nice if you could give me a bit of space to handle it. I don’t want to push you away, but I also need some time to sort things out on my own.”

Logan’s face showed genuine empathy. “I appreciate you being honest with me. I’ll give you the space you need, but remember, I’m here if you need anything or if the situation changes.”

Y/N’s smile was the kind that made it clear she meant it. It wasn’t just a polite gesture; it was real. “Thanks, Mr. Logan. I’m starting to feel like we’re actually getting somewhere.”

Logan’s role as her bodyguard had shifted from just being a protector to becoming someone she could actually talk to—a confidant and a source of stability in her chaotic world. The initial awkwardness and tension had given way to a growing mutual respect. They were finding their groove, and it wasn’t just about being professional anymore. Y/N’s trust in Logan was becoming more evident. Their conversations were less formal, and she seemed more comfortable opening up about her life and her struggles. Logan had noticed that Y/N’s walls were coming down, bit by bit. She was starting to let him in, and that was a significant shift from their early interactions.

Logan was adapting well to the changes. He found himself more attuned to Y/N’s needs and concerns. The balance between professional duty and personal connection was delicate, but he was managing it. It wasn’t just about being her bodyguard anymore; it was about being someone she could rely on, someone who understood the complexities of her life. One evening, after a particularly intense day, they found themselves in a more relaxed setting. Y/N had just finished a call that left her visibly frustrated. Logan, sensing the opportunity, decided to push the boundaries a bit. He leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips.

“You know,” he said, his tone more playful than usual, “for someone who’s constantly surrounded by people, you seem to spend a lot of time looking like you need a drink.”

Y/N looked at him, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Logan shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. “Just saying, you’ve got that ‘I need a drink and a vacation’ look. And if you’re ever up for some company, I might know a place that serves a mean cocktail.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but trying to keep her composure. “You’re quite the charmer, Mr. Logan.”

Logan laughed, his tone light and easy. “Hey, it’s all part of the job. If I can make you smile or take your mind off things, then I’m doing my job right.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and there was a warmth in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. “I guess you’ve got a point. And maybe I do need a break from all this craziness.”

The shift in their interactions was palpable. Logan’s attempts at humor and casual conversation were breaking down the last of the barriers between them. Y/N seemed more relaxed, and there was a newfound ease in their interactions. Logan’s role was no longer confined to the professional realm; he was becoming a friend, someone who understood the weight of her world.

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What had started as a distant and necessary alliance had morphed into something more layered and intense. Neither of them had anticipated the emotional currents that would come to define their relationship. Y/N’s initial irritation with Logan’s constant presence had eased into a grudging acceptance. She had started to see the value in his unyielding vigilance, even if it was a constant reminder of the danger she faced. Their shared moments—whether it was casual chats or the occasional laugh—began to blur the lines between professional duty and personal connection.

Logan, for his part, found himself increasingly drawn into Y/N’s world. The boundaries he had originally maintained started to dissolve. His protective instincts, sharp and well-honed, began to stray into a more personal territory. Though he masked his growing attachment with professionalism, Y/N could sense the change.

The first real crack in their evolving relationship came with Tom, an artist Y/N had met at a charity event. Tom was charismatic and effortlessly charming, a stark contrast to Logan’s usually stoic demeanor. He and Y/N had hit it off, and soon, they were collaborating on a project that was deeply personal to her. One evening, after a lively gathering that left them both a bit drained, Y/N and Logan found themselves alone in her apartment. The living room was softly lit by a lamp, the remnants of their evening—half-empty wine glasses and the faint echo of music—lingering in the air.

“Tom’s been amazing,” Y/N said, her eyes practically glowing with excitement. “We’ve been making incredible progress on the project. He’s so creative—his ideas are just... phenomenal. We’ve been working late into the night, and it’s been really inspiring.”

Logan’s usual composure started to crack. He stood rigid, his voice coming out sharper than intended. “You’ve been spending a lot of time with Tom lately,” he said, barely hiding his frustration. “I’ve noticed how close you’ve become.”

Y/N’s excitement faltered, replaced by confusion. “Tom’s just a friend. We’re working on something together. What’s the problem?”

Logan’s irritation bubbled up. “It’s not just about the project. I’ve seen how you interact with him, and I don’t fucking like it. I don’t trust him. I’m here to keep you safe, and I don’t like the idea of you being so close to someone I don’t know well.”

Y/N’s face flared with a mix of hurt and anger. “You’re not my goddamn guardian, Logan. I don’t need you deciding who I can or can’t be friends with. Tom’s been nothing but supportive. Just because you don’t know him doesn’t mean he’s a threat.”

Logan’s frustration turned into outright anger. “It’s not about controlling you. It’s about your fucking safety. I’ve seen too many situations where people who seem harmless end up being anything but. My job is to protect you, and that means being cautious about who you spend time with.”

Y/N stood up abruptly, her movements sharp. “You’re crossing a line here, Logan. I appreciate your protection, but this is my life. I’m not some fragile doll that needs to be guarded every second. I deserve the freedom to make my own choices and trust the people I want to trust.”

Logan’s anger flared, his voice rising. “It’s not about mistrusting you. It’s about making sure you’re fucking safe. I can’t just ignore potential risks, especially when I’m responsible for your well-being.”

Y/N’s voice wavered between anger and hurt. “You don’t get to decide who I can and can’t be close to. I understand you’re doing your job, but you need to respect my autonomy. I’m not asking you to like Tom, but I am asking you to trust me.”

Logan’s face was a mask of internal conflict. “Trust is hard for me, Y/N. I’ve been in situations where trust was fucking shattered, and it makes you wary. But I’m trying to find a balance here. I don’t want to jeopardize our working relationship or make you feel controlled.”

Y/N’s anger slowly melted into sadness. “I need you to understand that I’m not asking for special treatment or to be shielded from the world. I just want to live my life without feeling like I’m under constant surveillance. I need you to trust me, just as much as I’m trying to trust you.”

Logan’s shoulders sagged, the weight of the argument pressing down on him. “I do trust you, Y/N. It’s just that my instincts are hard to turn off. I’m used to being on high alert, especially when it comes to someone I care about.”

Y/N’s expression softened as she absorbed his words. “I get that you care, and I appreciate your dedication. But there has to be a middle ground where I can have my space and make my own decisions without feeling suffocated.”

The room fell into a heavy silence, charged with the unspoken emotions of both. Logan wrestled with his internal conflict, realizing his protective instincts were beginning to cloud his judgment. Y/N struggled with asserting her independence while acknowledging Logan’s genuine concern.

After a long pause, Logan finally spoke, his voice softer and more measured. “I don’t want to be the cause of tension between us. Maybe we can find a way to balance your safety with your need for autonomy. I just need you to understand where I’m coming from.”

Y/N nodded slowly, her eyes reflecting a mix of relief and frustration. “I appreciate that. Let’s work on finding that balance together. I don’t want us to be at odds, but I also need to feel like I have control over my own life.”

Logan’s expression softened, and he took a deep breath. “Agreed. We’ll figure it out. I’ll try to be more mindful of your need for space while still doing my job.”

Y/N offered a tentative smile, signaling her willingness to move forward. “Thank you. I’m sure we can make this work.”

The next few days were tense but marked by small, deliberate efforts from both sides to bridge the gap that had opened up between them. Logan made a conscious effort to respect Y/N’s autonomy, giving her space while maintaining his vigilant presence. Y/N, in turn, tried to understand the depth of Logan’s protective instincts, recognizing that his intentions, though sometimes misguided, were rooted in genuine concern. One evening, as they found themselves in a more relaxed setting—Logan had just returned from a long day and Y/N was unwinding with a book—Logan decided to try to lighten the mood. He plopped down on the couch next to her, a mischievous grin on his face.

“You know,” he said, his tone playful, “if you’re ever tired of working late with Tom, I know a great spot for drinks. Just saying.”

Y/N looked up from her book, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

Logan chuckled, leaning in a bit closer. “Hey, I’m just trying to make sure you’re not drowning in work. Plus, it’s not every day I get to see you unwind. You deserve a break.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and she shook her head. “You’re incorrigible. But I appreciate the offer. Maybe I’ll take you up on it.”

Logan’s grin widened, feeling a rare sense of triumph. “That’s what I like to hear. And who knows? Maybe I’ll finally get to meet this Tom guy. Make sure he knows who’s really looking out for you.”

Y/N laughed, a genuine sound that made Logan’s heart skip a beat. But just as he was about to make another playful comment, her phone buzzed. She glanced at it and her smile faltered slightly.

“It’s Tom,” she said, showing him the screen. “He’s just checking in about our project.”

Logan’s mood shifted abruptly. He forced himself to mask the pang of jealousy, but his irritation was palpable. “Right. Well, tell Tom I said hi. Or better yet, let’s talk about something else. How’s your day been otherwise?”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the change in Logan’s demeanor. “My day’s been fine. Why?”

Logan’s voice came out sharper than he intended. “Just curious. You seem pretty wrapped up in this project with Tom.”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Are you seriously jealous of Tom? He’s just a friend, Logan. It’s not like we’re going to get married or something.”

Logan’s frustration boiled over. “It’s not about jealousy. It’s about the fact that you’re spending all this time with him and I’m left feeling like a third wheel. It’s my job to keep you safe, and seeing you get so close to someone I don’t know well just pisses me off.”

Y/N stood up, her patience wearing thin. “You’re being ridiculous. Tom’s not a threat. You’re overreacting.”

Logan’s voice rose, unable to keep his anger in check. “It’s not about overreacting. It’s about making sure you’re fucking safe. I’m here to do a job, and I can’t just ignore potential risks, even if it means coming off as a jealous asshole.”

Y/N’s face turned red with frustration. “You need to get over yourself, Logan. I’m not a child. I deserve to make my own decisions without feeling like I’m being controlled.”

Logan’s anger started to crack as he saw the hurt in Y/N’s eyes. His voice softened, a mixture of regret and vulnerability. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come off like that. It’s just... sometimes it’s hard to switch off the part of me that’s always on high alert.”

Y/N’s anger ebbed away, replaced by a more measured sadness. “I get that you care, but you need to trust me. I’m asking for a bit of space and the freedom to make my own choices. I’m not asking for special treatment.”

Logan’s expression softened, a mix of guilt and longing in his eyes. “I do trust you, Y/N. It’s just... it’s hard for me to let go sometimes. I’ve been through a lot, and it makes it tough to just let things be. But I’m trying. I really am.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as she looked at him. “I appreciate that. I know you’re trying, but we need to find a balance where we both feel comfortable. I need to feel like I have control over my own life.”

Logan nodded slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing. “You’re right. We need to find that balance. I don’t want to be the cause of tension between us.”

Y/N’s expression was a mix of relief and resolve. “Good. Let’s work on it together. I don’t want us to be at odds, but I also need to feel respected and trusted.”

Logan took a deep breath, trying to steady his emotions. “Agreed. I’ll work on being more mindful of your space while still keeping you safe. And, for what it’s worth, I want to be honest with you about something.”

Y/N looked at him, curiosity piqued. “What is it?”

Logan hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a raw honesty. “These past few months, spending time with you—it’s been... I don’t know, something I didn’t expect. I’ve been so used to being alone, and having you around, it’s... changed things for me. I’ve been trying to fight it, but I have feelings for you, Y/N. You’ve become a part of my life in a way I didn’t think was possible.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and emotion flickering across her face. “Logan, I... I didn’t realize you felt that way.”

Logan looked down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. “I’m sorry if I’ve been overbearing. I didn’t mean to come off as a controlling asshole. It’s just that you’ve become important to me. I want to protect you, not just because it’s my job, but because... because I care about you.”

Y/N took a deep breath, processing his words. “I appreciate your honesty, Logan. It means a lot. And I want you to know that I care about you too. I just need to find a way where we can both feel comfortable and respected.”

Logan’s face softened, a tentative smile forming. “Yeah, I think we can figure it out. We just need to communicate and understand each other better.” Y/N nodded, a small, genuine smile on her lips. “Agreed. Let’s work on it. Together.

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The weeks wore on, and Logan's feelings for Y/N twisted into a dark, consuming obsession. What had started as a protective instinct soon spiraled into a desperate need to control every aspect of her life. His once-guarded professionalism eroded, replaced by an all-consuming jealousy that tainted every interaction Y/N had with others.

It was clear to everyone around them—if they cared to notice—that Logan’s possessiveness was turning into a problem. He scrutinized Y/N’s every move with a vigilance that bordered on the obsessive. What had initially seemed like simple concern now looked more like an all-out invasion of her personal space. Each friendly interaction Y/N had with other men seemed to send Logan into a fit of barely-contained rage.

The turning point came at a gallery opening where Y/N was showcasing her latest collection. The event was buzzing with art enthusiasts and critics, all eager to discuss Y/N’s work. Logan had been assigned to discreetly monitor the event, but his attempts at maintaining his usual detachment quickly fell apart. He stationed himself on the edge of the crowd, ostensibly to observe, but his gaze was fixated on Y/N.

Y/N, radiant in her element, moved gracefully through the crowd. Her laughter rang out clearly and genuinely as she engaged with admirers. Every compliment, every interaction with other men seemed to deepen Logan’s unease. His jealousy flared at every friendly pat on the back, every animated conversation. The sight of her mingling with others was like a knife to his gut, sparking a storm of irrationality within him.

By the time the gallery event wound down, Logan was a bundle of barely contained frustration. His usually controlled eyes burned with a simmering intensity that he struggled to mask. As Y/N returned to her apartment, Logan’s tension was palpable, his earlier attempt to maintain a façade of professionalism slipping away the moment they were alone.

Y/N, sensing the shift in Logan’s demeanor, eyed him with a mix of curiosity and concern. “You seem off tonight. Everything okay?”

Logan’s voice was taut with irritation. “Oh, you know, just the usual. You were the fucking center of attention tonight. Surrounded by a bunch of guys. It pissed me off.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock and frustration. “Seriously? You’re complaining about me interacting with people at my own event? It’s part of my job, Logan. You’re being unreasonable.”

Logan’s face twisted with conflicted rage. “It’s not just about being unreasonable. Seeing you with those other men... it fucking kills me. I can’t stand it. I know it’s irrational, but I just... I can’t fucking help it.”

Y/N’s frustration boiled over. She crossed her arms and stared him down. “This isn’t about your feelings of insecurity. It’s about control. You can’t dictate every aspect of my professional life. It’s unhealthy.”

Logan’s anger surged, his voice rising. “It’s not about controlling you. I’m just trying to protect you. Every time I see you laughing and talking with other guys, it feels like I’m losing my grip on something important. I don’t even know why it’s hitting me so hard now.”

Y/N’s eyes softened with empathy but her voice remained firm. “You need to separate your personal issues from your professional duties. This obsession is affecting our working relationship and your ability to do your job.”

Logan’s shoulders slumped, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him. “I get it. I know I’m crossing lines. I’m supposed to be professional, but these feelings... they’re like a fucking storm I can’t control. I haven’t felt anything like this in years. I’ve always kept my feelings in check, but with you... it’s different. It’s like I’m losing you every time you’re with someone else.”

Y/N’s frustration was tempered with a note of compassion. “Logan, you’re not losing me. But your jealousy and possessiveness are getting out of hand. It’s not fair to me or to you. We need to confront this head-on. If we don’t, it’s only going to get worse.”

Logan’s face was a mix of anger, regret, and confusion. “I don’t know how to handle this. I’ve never been this fucked up before. It’s like I’m trapped between wanting to keep you safe and being overwhelmed by my own feelings. I’m sorry, Y/N. I really am.”

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice softening but her tone serious. “Logan, we both need to be honest here. Your feelings are clouding your judgment. And it’s affecting our relationship. We need to talk about boundaries and expectations, or this is just going to keep spiraling.”

Logan’s gaze met hers with a mix of vulnerability and resolve. “You’re right. We need to clear the air. I don’t want to be a fucking burden or let my emotions ruin everything we’ve worked for.”

Y/N’s eyes held a mixture of relief and determination. “Let’s tackle this head-on. We need to be clear about our boundaries and communicate openly. It’s important for both of us.”

Logan’s voice wavered slightly as he took a deep breath. “There’s something I’ve never told you before. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Not in a long time. I’ve always kept my emotions in check, especially with my... unique abilities. But with you, it’s different. I fucking care about you, Y/N. More than I ever thought possible. I don’t want to lose you.”

Y/N’s expression softened, a mix of surprise and emotion flickering in her eyes. “I didn’t realize... I mean, I’ve felt something too. I’ve been trying to figure it out. I guess... I care about you too, Logan. But we need to get through this mess if we’re going to have anything.”

Logan looked at her with a mixture of hope and apprehension. “I know. I just want to make things right. I want us to be able to work together and be... whatever this is between us. But we need to sort this out first.”

Y/N nodded, her gaze steady and warm. “We can work through this. But it’s going to take effort from both of us. Let’s be honest and clear about what we need from each other.”

The conversation left them both emotionally drained, the weight of their confession hanging heavily between them. But Logan’s struggles with jealousy and obsession didn’t end with that discussion. If anything, his behavior grew increasingly erratic.

One evening, Y/N was preparing for a dinner with a potential new client. Logan was supposed to be on duty, maintaining his usual professional distance, but his simmering jealousy soon erupted. Y/N, unaware of the storm brewing within him, was in the midst of selecting an outfit for the occasion.

Logan’s voice cut through the quiet of the apartment, sharp and tinged with frustration. “So, who’s this fucking client you’re meeting tonight?”

Y/N glanced at him, taken aback by his abrupt tone. “Just a potential client, Logan. Why does it matter?”

Logan’s jaw tightened as he paced the room. “It matters because you’re going out again. And every time you go out, I fucking worry. You don’t see the problem here?”

Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion and irritation. “You’re seriously doing this again? This is a professional meeting. It’s part of my job. You can’t just flip out every time I leave the house.”

Logan’s frustration was barely contained. “It’s not just about you leaving. It’s about who you’re with, where you’re going. Every fucking time I see you with someone else, I lose my mind. I can’t stand it.”

Y/N’s patience was wearing thin. “Logan, this isn’t healthy. You’re crossing boundaries. I need you to understand that I’m not some possession you can control.”

Logan’s face flushed with anger, his voice rising. “Control? Fuck, Y/N, this isn’t about control. I care about you—more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And it’s tearing me apart to see you with other people. I fucking love you, but this shit is driving me insane!”

Y/N’s eyes widened, a mixture of shock and exasperation. “You can’t just use ‘love’ as an excuse for this behavior. Your obsession is suffocating me. It’s not fair to me or to you. You need to get a fucking grip on yourself.”

Logan’s anger morphed into desperation. “I don’t know how to stop it. I can’t control these feelings. Every time you’re out with someone else, it feels like I’m losing you. I fucking hate it. I know it’s wrong, but it’s like I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Y/N’s expression softened slightly, though her frustration remained. “I get that you’re struggling, but your feelings are hurting both of us. You need to deal with your jealousy instead of letting it control you. This isn’t a healthy way to handle things.”

Logan’s voice broke with frustration and regret. “I know. I know it’s not right. I’m trying to fucking deal with it, but it’s hard. I love you so much, Y/N. More than I ever thought possible. But I can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else. It’s like I’m losing a part of myself.”

Y/N’s frustration was tempered by a note of compassion. “You need to find a way to manage these feelings, Logan. We can’t keep going like this. It’s eating away at us both. I need you to get help or find a way to handle this without letting it ruin everything.”

Logan’s shoulders slumped as he took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “I don’t want to lose you. I’ll try—fuck, I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this. But I need your help. I need us to work through this together.”

Y/N’s gaze held a mixture of relief and determination. “We can work through this. But it’s going to take effort from both of us. We need to be clear about what we need and establish boundaries. If we don’t, this will just keep spiraling.” Logan nodded, his expression a mix of hope and apprehension. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I just want us to be okay.”

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Logan’s behavior had hit a breaking point. It wasn’t just about his discomfort anymore; it was clear that his obsessive and controlling tendencies were wreaking havoc on both his professional effectiveness and his relationship with Y/N. The last straw came during an intense argument, which forced Logan to face the harsh reality of his situation. Y/N, frustrated and exhausted by his increasingly intrusive behavior, had finally pushed him to seek professional help.

Logan was hesitant. The thought of spilling his deepest insecurities to a stranger was daunting. But he knew something had to change. His first visit to Dr. Lee, the therapist Y/N had recommended, was marked by a palpable sense of dread. The office was a stark contrast to the chaos in Logan’s mind: soft lighting, calming colors, and comfortable seating created an environment that felt foreign to him.

Dr. Lee, a middle-aged woman with a welcoming smile, greeted Logan with a warm tone. “Hi, Logan. It’s good to meet you. Y/N told me a bit about why you’re here. Can you tell me what’s been going on?”

Logan sat down in the plush armchair, shifting uncomfortably. “Yeah, uh, I’m here because I’m really fucking up. I’m working as a bodyguard for this woman, Y/N. And lately, I’ve been way too overprotective. It’s messing up my work and screwing up my relationship with her.”

Dr. Lee nodded, her expression open and encouraging. “It sounds like you’re dealing with some complex emotions. What specifically has been troubling you about your interactions with Y/N?”

Logan’s frustration was evident in his voice. “It’s like I’m obsessing over her safety to the point where it’s consuming me. I can’t stand the idea of her being around other people, especially men. It drives me fucking crazy.”

Dr. Lee leaned forward slightly, her tone gentle yet probing. “It sounds like your feelings of jealousy and control are pretty intense. Have you noticed any specific triggers that make these feelings worse?”

Logan thought for a moment, his hands fidgeting. “Yeah, it’s mainly when I see her interacting with other guys, like at social events or when she’s working with them. I get this surge of anger and possessiveness, and I can’t manage it.”

Dr. Lee responded thoughtfully. “Jealousy and possessiveness often come from underlying insecurities or fears. Can you think of any past experiences that might be influencing how you feel now?”

Logan’s gaze grew distant as he reflected. “I’ve had some shitty relationships in the past. I guess I’ve always been scared of losing something valuable. Y/N means a lot to me, and I think my fear of losing her is driving these intense feelings.”

Dr. Lee nodded in understanding. “Past experiences can definitely shape our current behaviors. One approach we can take is to work on identifying and addressing these underlying insecurities. We’ll also explore strategies to help you manage your emotions and develop healthier relationship patterns.”

As the sessions continued, Dr. Lee used a mix of cognitive-behavioral therapy and mindfulness techniques. Each session began with a review of Logan’s recent experiences and emotions. Dr. Lee would then guide him through exercises designed to challenge and reframe his thought patterns.

During one session, Dr. Lee introduced a mindfulness exercise. “Logan, let’s try a mindfulness exercise to help you become more aware of your emotional triggers. I want you to close your eyes and focus on your breathing. Notice any sensations or thoughts that come up without judging them.”

Logan followed her instructions, his breathing slow and steady. Dr. Lee continued, “When a thought or feeling arises, acknowledge it and let it pass. This exercise helps you observe your emotions without letting them overwhelm you.”

After the exercise, Logan spoke with a sense of calm. “I can see how this might help me manage my reactions. It’s like I’m more aware of how my emotions are affecting me.”

Dr. Lee responded, “Mindfulness can be a powerful tool for recognizing and regulating emotions. Alongside this practice, we’ll work on developing strategies to address the insecurities that fuel your possessiveness.”

Y/N, meanwhile, was struggling to maintain her sense of autonomy. Logan’s intrusive behavior was causing her frustration, and she was working on setting clear boundaries. One evening, after a particularly tough day, she invited Logan to a café they both frequented. She hoped the neutral setting would facilitate a productive conversation.

As they sat down, Y/N looked at Logan, her expression a mix of determination and exhaustion. “Logan, we need to talk. I’m really struggling with your behavior. It’s affecting my work and my personal space.”

Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. I’m fucking up. I’ve been seeing Dr. Lee, trying to deal with this shit. But I know it’s not enough. I need to hear it from you. What do you need from me?”

Y/N took a deep breath, her voice steady but firm. “I need you to respect my boundaries. You can’t control who I interact with or how I handle my work. You need to manage your emotions and stop letting them dictate your behavior.”

Logan’s voice was filled with regret. “I get it. I’m trying to deal with my feelings, but it’s fucking hard. I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I’m really sorry for how I’ve been acting.”

Y/N’s expression softened, though her frustration remained. “I appreciate that you’re trying, but it’s a two-way street. I need you to take concrete steps to address your behavior. It’s not just about saying sorry—it’s about making real changes.”

Logan nodded, his face a mix of hope and determination. “I’m committed to making changes. I want us to be okay. I’ll keep working with Dr. Lee and do whatever it takes to fix this.”

Y/N’s eyes held a note of resolve. “That’s a start. But we need to set clear boundaries and communicate openly. If we don’t, this situation will just keep spiraling.”

Logan’s shoulders slumped as he took a deep breath. “I understand. I’ll work on it. I just want to get things back on track. I care about you, and I don’t want my shit to ruin everything.” Y/N nodded, her gaze steady. “We can work through this. But it’s going to take effort from both of us. We need to be clear about what we need and stick to it.”

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As weeks went by, Logan’s commitment to managing his possessiveness began to show real results. The therapy sessions with Dr. Lee were making a noticeable difference. Logan was learning to handle his intense emotions better and to communicate more effectively with Y/N. The transformation wasn’t overnight, but it was significant enough for Y/N to notice the positive changes.

One evening, after a particularly successful week where Logan had navigated social events and professional responsibilities with newfound composure, they decided to celebrate with a quiet dinner at their favorite spot. The restaurant was cozy, with soft lighting and mellow music that set a relaxing mood.

Logan and Y/N settled into their booth, the ambience a stark contrast to the tension that once marked their interactions. Logan, usually so guarded, was now more relaxed, though there was still a flicker of nervousness in his eyes. As they enjoyed their meal, Logan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice carrying a mix of sincerity and vulnerability, “I’ve been thinking a lot about us. I know I’ve been a total mess sometimes, but I’ve never been more sure about anything than how I feel about you. I’ve been working hard to get things right, and I want you to know that you mean the world to me.”

Y/N looked up from her plate, a playful glint in her eyes. “Oh? And what exactly does that mean, Mr. Brooding Bodyguard?”

Logan’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, but he grinned. “It means that despite all the chaos, I’m ready to make it official. I want you to be my girlfriend. I promise I’ll try to be less of a mess and more of the guy who makes you laugh.”

Y/N’s laughter rang out, light and genuine. “Well, I was starting to think you’d make me wait forever. I’ve actually been hoping you’d say something like this.”

Logan’s face lit up with relief and joy. “So, you’re saying yes?”

Y/N leaned in, her eyes sparkling with affection. “Yes, Logan. I’m saying yes. But just so you know, I’m holding you to that promise about being less of a mess.”

Logan’s grin widened. “Deal. I’ll work on being the guy who makes you laugh and maybe the guy who gets to kiss you goodnight.”

Their conversation continued, filled with playful banter and flirtatious exchanges. Logan’s progress was evident not just in his words but in his actions. He had become more attuned to Y/N’s needs, more respectful of her boundaries, and more capable of managing his emotions. The following week was a whirlwind of events, each one showcasing Logan’s growth. At a networking event, he managed to maintain his composure even when Y/N had to work closely with a male colleague. Instead of the old pangs of jealousy, Logan was calm and supportive, offering encouragement rather than control.

Logan’s friends, who had witnessed his previous struggles, noticed the change. One evening, while hanging out with them, he was animated and relaxed, something they hadn’t seen in a long time. His friends joked about how they’d never seen him so chill before, and Logan laughed along, his newfound ease evident.

“Man, who are you and what have you done with the old Logan?” one of his friends teased.

Logan chuckled, a genuine smile on his face. “The old Logan’s still around, but he’s been getting some therapy and figuring his shit out. Things are looking up.”

Meanwhile, Y/N had started to see the positive impact of Logan’s efforts on her own sense of well-being. They spent more quality time together, enjoying each other’s company without the constant tension. Y/N felt more secure and appreciated, which only strengthened their bond.

One evening, after another successful week of navigating their evolving relationship, Y/N and Logan found themselves at their favorite café. Logan’s demeanor was relaxed and happy, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile at how far they had come.

“Logan, I’ve got to admit, I’m really proud of you,” Y/N said, her voice filled with warmth. “You’ve come a long way, and it’s making a huge difference.”

Logan grinned, reaching across the table to hold her hand. “Thanks, babe. I couldn’t have done it without you. Your support means everything.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes reflecting a mixture of affection and admiration. “Well, I’m glad to be here for you. And I’m excited about where we’re headed.” Logan’s gaze softened, his expression serious but filled with hope. “I am too. I want us to keep moving forward together. I’ve been thinking a lot about us and where we’re headed. I know I’m not perfect, but I want to be with you. I want us to build something real.”

[syluscrows]

Sleepwalking (sylus x reader)

Okay, another one back to back with the sleep talking one - this time it's a reader who is a restless sleeper / sleepwalker, once again in the perspective of it being his first time sleeping next to you lol

Not only do I sleep walk, I also sleep stand and stare, sleep vape and sleep cuddle household objects every now and again according to my old housemate.. so I thought this would be silly to write. I kinda incorporated those into it too.

Also this was written at 3am please don't judge, its not proofread

- He's just gotten back from a busy day of back to back 'meetings', after arranging for you to come over. When he realized that he would be back late, he text you to feel free to go to bed before he got back.

- Once he slipped into bed, he closed his eyes, finally getting some well earned rest, a small smirk on his face as he wrapped his arms around you.

- This relaxed feeling didn't last long before he felt you turn over, your knee hitting him full force in the balls.

- now, he's a strong man, the leader of onychinus, one who is feared by many, and has faced near death situations many times... But this was the first time he was truly caught off guard, poor Sylus almost actually shed a tear..

- Once he got over it - although he's definitely kinda mad at you - he doesn't actually mind how often you shuffled in bed, managing to fall asleep after a short while.

- To his surprise, he found himself waking up about an hour later to an empty bed??

- However, he heard your footsteps, assuming that you had perhaps woken up to go to the bathroom... But then you stopped?

- He turned the bedside light on and his soul almost left his body - you were just standing there, staring at him. "Y/n??" He said, so exhausted at this point.

- He soon figured out that you were sleep.. staring? And he had to admit it was creepy.. and hilarious.. and his new wallpaper...

- I think he would eventually get used to it.. but he would be so moody with you the first morning after.

- He really does find it amusing after a while - especially the one time he came home to you cuddling Mephisto who was MORTIFIED.

- He would often return to you cuddling random objects, every single time taking a picture. It was surprisingly hard for him to pry them out of your arms.

- One day, he's not home at night, but he receives hundreds of missed calls and frantic texts from Luke and Kieran saying that you're possessed. "Boss! Y/n is standing and staring at us!" "They won't respond!!"

- He realises that he failed to mention that you sleep walk... And trust me, he won't actually tell them what's going on... He's such an asshole.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty P.A. Chapter 2

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.  **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname ** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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The next few weeks were filled with planning, redecorating, traveling and reworking within the agency.  What was now Bucky’s office was going through a major remodel after Tony moved out of it, and Y/N was following him around as he finished his last few modeling assignments and contracts.  She had inserted herself into his life as much as she could, getting to know his routine, his likes and dislikes, his family and their details, and all the things she had done that worked between her and Tony.  It didn’t come without challenges, though.  Bucky was always keeping her an arms length away personally, never fully opening up to her, and he seemed to struggle trusting her.  After another long shoot day, Bucky changed back into his comfortable clothes and headed over to Y/N who was typing furiously on her phone.

“Mr. Barnes,” she greeted him quickly and held out his water bottle to him.  He took it and drank a few big gulps before giving it back to her.  “The publicist said we’re done for the day.  Is there anywhere else you’d like to go before heading home?” she asked as she gathered her things together, slipping his drink into one of her bags.

“I’d like to stop at the office and see where they’re at with the remodel,” he said quickly.

“Of course.  The car is ready,” Y/N said politely.  She was ever the professional with Bucky.  He had made it very clear from the first day they worked together that he was not one for personal conversation.  He called her Miss Y/L/N, so she returned the favor and only called him by his last name.  He had given her an odd look when she did but didn’t press her on it.  She only asked him appropriate-for-work type of questions, and he did the same to her.  To the others in the office she regularly interacted with, she was her usual bright and bubbly self, being able to intersperse the professionalism with her friendships, then the second he walked in she would straighten her back and school her face to a more demure expression.

The car pulled up to the agency and he got out first and held the door for her.  Ever the gentleman, she thought.  She gave him a polite smile and led him into the building.  The elevator ride was silent, as it always was, and when it opened they found the office empty.  The construction workers and interior designers had left for the day.  Y/N led the way to his office and slowly opened the door.  It was nearly done.  The desk and chairs were on the floor in pieces, waiting to be assembled, but the paint, wallpaper, flooring, and basic styling pieces were all in place.

“How do you like it so far, Mr. Barnes?” Y/N asked as she slowly walked around the office, making mental notes about small things that needed cleaning or possible changes.

Bucky was quiet for a moment, so she turned back to him.  He was looking around with a small smile on his face.  “It looks great.  I’m excited for it to be done so we’re not moving around all day.”

Y/N nodded with a side smile.  “Any changes that you’d like to make?”

Bucky looked at her again, the smile slipping off his face.  “Just one.”  He walked closer to her, stopping about a foot away from her.  He met her gaze and his eyes narrowed.  “Why do you call me Mr. Barnes?”

Y/N blinked in surprise.  “I thought that’s what you wanted to be called.”

His head tilted.  “Why would you think that?”

She copied his head tilt.  “You called me Miss Y/L/N on the first day.  I assumed that was the kind of relationship you would like to establish with me.”

Bucky huffed a laugh, his smile lighting up his face again.  “It just feels very strange for you to be so open and friendly with everyone in the office but me.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and her mouth slightly dropped.  “Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t realize–”

“It’s fine,” Bucky laughed.  “That was my fault.  Can we start again?”

Y/N sighed and smiled wider.  “Yes.”  She held her hand out to him.  “Hi.  My name is Y/N.”

Bucky reached forward and shook her hand.  “Hi Y/N.  My name is Bucky.  And I like to be called Bucky.”

Y/N laughed and he seemed to brighten at that.  “I like to be called Y/N.  Though I’ve also been called “Pretty P.A.,” “Y/N/N,” or “that bitch at Olympus.””

Bucky’s brow furrowed.  “Who called you that last one?”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow at him.  “You’ll find out soon during next week’s meetings.”

Bucky grimaced.  “Am I going to have to be the big bad boss on somebody?”

Y/N shook her head.  “I can handle myself, Bucky.”

He looked unsure but nodded.  “We should probably review those meetings real quick.”

Y/N nodded and led him out of the office to her little desk area right outside.  She sat at her chair and Bucky sat on the reception waiting area couch, plopping his long legs up onto the cushion.  She opened her books and had her phone calendar open as she started reading off the meetings planned for the next week.

“Then Thursday there’s a two hour lunch blocked out for Hydra–”

“No,” Bucky’s voice scared her.  She looked up at him in alarm.  His eyes were piercing as he looked over at her, his lips set in a fine line and his nose flaring in anger.  “We will never do business with them again.”

Y/N was shocked but quickly recovered herself.  She looked back down at her book and made a note.  “I will cancel.”  

Bucky was stiff as he sat up straight on the couch.  He glared at the floor as he swallowed harshly.  “I’m guessing that’s who called you the bitch at Olympus?”

Y/N scoffed as she set down her pen and leaned back in her chair.  “How did you know?”

Bucky shook his head.  The anger on his face quickly turned to despair and he closed his eyes.  “Just had a feeling,” he whispered.

Y/N felt the shift in the energy of the room.  She slowly stood and walked over to the couch and sat next to him, but kept her distance.  She angled her body to face him.  “May I ask why you don’t want to work with them?”

Bucky was wringing his hands in front of him as the emotions on his face kept changing.  He kept his eyes closed.  “I’ve kept my distance with you, as I’m sure you’ve noticed.”  Y/N didn’t answer.  “It hasn’t been because I don’t like you.  It’s because…do you remember booking me on a photoshoot eight years ago with Hydra?”

Y/N thought back.  “Vaguely, yes.  You were a few years in with us at that point.”

Bucky nodded and his jaw clenched.  “And do you remember how I suddenly quit after that?”  She nodded again.  “Alexander Pierce is…a piece of work,” he continued, breathing heavily in through his nose and out through his mouth, like he was fighting off a panic attack.  “His long-time photographer, Brock Rumlow, was having me do some strange poses.”  Y/N suddenly knew where this conversation was going and her hands tightened into fists, her own jaw clenching.  “I didn’t think much of it at first.  Some photographers have weird creative processes.  But then he made everyone leave so it was just me and him.  He started physically posing me, and next thing I knew his hand was down my pants.”  

Y/N inhaled deeply, her brow furrowing as her hands shook.  Bucky opened his eyes slowly and then looked at her.  “He touched me.  And I freaked.  Smashed his camera, screamed the whole way out.  By the time I made it back to Olympus I just couldn’t face what had happened.  I didn’t know how to tell Tony, who to talk to, what to do.  So I just quit and started being a free agent.”

Y/N’s eyes started to brim with tears out of frustration and sadness.  “I’m so sorry, Bucky.  Hydra has a reputation but if I had known I would have never sent you there.”

Bucky shook his head and turned toward her.  “It’s not your fault,” Bucky said and reached for her hands, helping smooth out her fists.  “It’s not anyone’s fault.  But you deserve to know, seeing as how you’ll have to communicate with them.  Olympus has always had contracts with Hydra, so I’m sure they won’t take the rejection well, losing a long term connection.  But I will not associate with them, or put any of our models in harm’s way.”

Y/N kept her gaze on his hands as they held hers, nodding as she tried to keep her emotions at bay.  “I was standoffish with you at the start,” Bucky conceded.  “I’m harboring some anger still.  But I know it’s not your fault.  Your work and networking connections speak for themselves, and I’m glad you’re my P.A.  You care about everyone here and the work we do.”

Y/N looked up at him finally, her eyes still sad but a small smile on her face.  “Thank you.”  She gripped his fingers a little tighter.  “I’m so sorry you went through that.  It’s one of my biggest fears for our models, and I just…I didn’t know.”

Bucky nodded, giving her a reassuring smile.  “Well now you do, and we can keep everyone else safe.”

Y/N nodded and slipped a hand away from him to dab at her eyes.  “God, I’m sorry,” she laughed.

“Don’t be,” Bucky laughed.  “I appreciate your concern.”

Y/N quickly sniffed then stood.  “Well,” she cleared her throat and walked back to the desk.  “Canceling that meeting will free up your Thursday lunch, so if there was a specific agency you were interested in we could reach out to them.  Tony always liked having open Fridays, so I haven’t scheduled anything for that day, but if you’d rather I can move some of the next Monday’s meetings over.  Also your mother’s birthday is in two weeks, and since she’s been traveling I got her itinerary and ordered her gift to be delivered in Romania when she gets there, though you’ll need to let me know whether she likes peach or pink roses.  Peach means gratitude, while pink means more along the lines of sweetness and refinement, and since it’s her 65th birthday it would be nice to do something representing that.  The thank you cards are ready for you to sign for all the gifts for your directorship here–”

“Free Fridays sounds great,” Bucky snickered.  “She loves pink.  I’ll sign those tomorrow.  Man, when you get going you just keep going, don’t you?”

Y/N snorted.  “You didn’t let me finish, but yes, I do.”

Bucky watched amusedly as she continued to rattle off everything for the foreseeable future.

***

“Hydra Modeling Agency, how can I help you?”

“Hi Elsie,” Y/N drawled in a sickly sweet voice over the phone.

“Ugh, what do you want?” Elsie scoffed.

“Just calling to tell you the meeting for Thursday is canceled,” Y/N sing-songed.

“Excuse me?” Elsie snorted.  “You can’t just cancel with Alexander Pierce.”

“Watch me,” Y/N said, her voice dropping low.  “And you can let him know that we will never be doing business with him or Hydra again.”

Elsie stuttered and she lowered her voice.  “You can’t just cancel contracts like that.  He owns half of the modeling world.  Do you seriously want to start this war?”

“Oh I think he’s got much bigger fish to fry than worrying about losing a measly little contract with us,” Y/N laughed, then hit send on her email.  She could hear the ping from Elsie’s computer on the other end of the line.  She waited until she heard a gagging sound.  “Do tell Alex the bitch from Olympus says hi, and if you could pass along a message to Brock…tell him to rot in hell,” she said, then hung up.

An hour later Bucky came out of his office with a look of shock on his face.  “Y/N, could I see you in my office?”

“Yes,” she smiled and grabbed her notebook.  She followed him into the office and he closed the door behind her.  She turned to him after she set the book down on his desk.  “So what did you—oof!”

Bucky hugged her, squeezing her tight as he tucked his face into the crook of her neck.  Y/N froze for a moment before she felt his body shaking with quiet sobs.  She quickly melted into his embrace, her hands looping behind him and caressing his back as she felt his tears start wetting her shoulder.  “What’s wrong?” she whispered.

“Nothing…nothing’s wrong,” Bucky muttered against her.  His fingers gripped the back of her shirt as he squeezed her again.  He pulled away after a moment and looked down at her.

Y/N’s heart ached to see him cry but he was smiling.  “Then why are you crying?” she huffed a laugh as her hands moved from his back to his face, wiping away the tears.

“I don’t know how you did it, but thank you,” Bucky smiled, sniffing quickly.  “I’ve been getting calls from multiple people for the past hour about that email you sent out.”  Y/N fought the smile on her face and looked away.  “I didn’t know that Rumlow assaulted so many other models.  You’ve done more to stop him in just minutes than I ever had the courage to in years,” he said quietly, biting his lip to stop it from trembling.  

Y/N pulled his hands from behind her and held them in front of her, her thumbs softly running across his knuckles.  “Like you said, I care about the people I work with.  Both in our agency and outside of it.  And I couldn’t stand the thought of him just out there, walking free and hurting other people.  So I made a few calls and sent a few emails,” she reached up and wiped a few more fallen tears, “talked to HR and our legal team, and a bunch of news outlets.  Nobody hurts my family and gets away with it.”

Bucky stared at her in admiration for a minute before looking at their entwined hands.  He moved his hands so he was holding hers instead and brought them up to his lips, kissing each hand before setting them back down.  “Thank you.”

Y/N was surprised by the affection but welcomed it.

[cococassey]

Ironically, after taking me out of years of kdrama slump, Lovely Runner is going to leave me with a worse slump sniff. This might even surpass any romance kdrama I've watched before as it's focused on the romance first and it didn't go off the rails on the 2nd half. Ryu Sun Jae, pls take responsibility, chuseyo.

Guys I'm still so not over it. As part of "Kidnap Sun Jae and Run" Addicts Anonymous, let me help you cope through this 10 step program:

1. Play OST nonstop

"I Think I Did" and "Sonaki" will definitely be 'memories embedded in my soul' for playing the OST nonstop from when I wake up until I sleep.

It's going to be a tragedy if Byeon Woo Seok doesn't sing any of these live on his upcoming fanmeets. Pls pls pls k-ent gods.

2. Rewatch from the start

Undoubtedly one of my comfort watches from now on. I knew it was going to be good when near end of ep 1, Younha's iconic "Umbrella" song started playing, Sun Jae was walking towards a crying Sol, held the blue umbrella to shield her while he's getting rained on. Aww. I'm so soft for these scenes. (Deja vu to Bogum's MDBC anyone?)

3. If time is limited, watch the last 10 mins of every ep where writer-nim always saves the fireworks till the end!

In ep 2, the OG "I Think I Did" started playing, where a smiling Sol held the yellow umbrella to Sun Jae, and he hopelessly fell for her, is now going down as one of the most iconic scenes in kdrama romance. I'm usually not a fan of instacrush. But their relationship naturally developed more when they got close, during that stretch of Sun Jae's swimming injury plot.

4. For masochists like me, rewatch all the times Sol rejects Sun Jae. Ugh it hurts, but it hurts so good. A lot of rejections, but these 2 scenes...

In ep 9, when college Sol drunkenly curses Sun Jae as "pabo" for always going back to her, when she just keeps on hurting him. But he can't help himself. Sniff.

In ep 12, the setup before that train scene, where Sol asks Sun Jae not to cry when she leaves him to go back to the future. Then cut to next day on the train when she tricks Sun Jae and leaves him alone on the train, and of course Sun Jae can't keep his promise and his tears fall. Simply drama magic.

5. Rewatch the kissing scenes!

Sadly, nothing quite matched that ep 8, very hooot kiss between the 2 now adult Sun Jae and Sol. Sol discovers Sun Jae still pines for her all these years, and Sol finally admitting to him about her true feelings, the pent up feelings for 15 years in that kiss...,whew (fans self)!

6. Rewatch all my fave scenes!

That cherry blossom proposal scene is one of the most beautifully shot ones I've ever seen, glad he axed the first one lol. And a picture of the future wedding scene though imaginary for now! It's our reward for suffering for 15 eps lol.

7. Read and like all LR related posts, bts, stills, fanart.

You know it's a hit when fanart is everywhere, and I can change to a new Sun Jae-Sol wallpaper everyday and bask on the gorgeousness of BWS .

By the way, that latest clip of the live watch with the cast and where BWS is crying in gratitude sniff. He knows his life is also changed forever by this drama. Deserving! I was always intrigued by BWS's looks before, and he really surprised me with his acting, he also has great comedic timing!

It's just rare nowadays that the drama has the whole package, I love the cast and their characters too.

8. Read and like all posts related to BWS and KHY, and the cast.

Kim Hye Yoon poured her heart out on this drama, she really carried it.

I didn't get to talk about the rest of the cast yet. At first, I was getting used to some of the 'over the top' comedy, but by that condom confusion scene, I was laughing too. I love that all of the cast is just going for it even if it's bonkers crazy. But my fave has to be adult celeb Sun Jae's assistant who has this hilarious deadpan face and delivery of lines, and always has that 'tsk tsk what a loser' look of scorn towards Sun Jae, when his boss is at his most embarassing lovesick self mwahah.

9. Recommend LR to every unsuspecting person, let's spread the addiction, and destroy their lives too lol!

10. If still not recovered, go back to step 1! Good luck!

[galaxysupreme17]

Alice Trial

Y/n = Your Name

Agathrio x daughter!reader

Alice Wu Gulliver x fem!Harkness!reader

A/n: The outfit above is Y/n's fit for the trial!

Y/n and Alice strolled back to the group, fingers intertwined, looking calm yet ready for what lay ahead. Agatha's face softened as she watched the two young witches approach. With a gentle nod to her daughter, she led the group to the house, where they paused before entering. Alice held Y/n's hand tightly, hanging back to let everyone else enter first.

Y/n turned to Alice, smiling reassuringly, and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I'm with you, my love. You're not alone."

Alice gave a small nod, her eyes softened. "Thank you," she whispered. With that, Y/n gently pulled her inside.

The 70s-themed decor caught Y/n's eye immediately-faded colors, shag carpets, and floral wallpaper. If asked, she'd say the 70s were her favorite era. Before she could revel in nostalgia, Alice's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Don't drink anything. Don't eat anything. Don't. Touch. Anything." Alice's tone was serious, her eyes darting around the room.

Y/n chuckled, trying not to blush as she admired how stunning Alice looked in her retro outfit. "Got it, boss."

Rio raised an eyebrow, smirking at Alice. "Sounds like there's a story there."

Y/n rolled her eyes. The frustration of hearing her other mother began to bubble.

Agatha's delighted gasp drew their attention as she studied her reflection in a nearby mirror. "Oh, check me out!" She posed, making everyone laugh as they joined her, admiring each other's retro attire. Y/n smiled, loving her look until she felt warm arms wrap around her waist.

The teen spoke up, grinning. "We look like an album cover waiting to happen."

Y/n giggled, leaning into Alice. Eyeing the room thoughtfully, Lilia murmured, "The road changes for the coven."

Alice sighed, burying her head in Y/n's wild, brown curls. "The road isn't subtle."

Rio chuckled as she leaned forward. "So, what happens next?" Her grin was mischievous, prompting a faint eye roll from Y/n.

Y/n took a deep breath, looking back at Rio. "A test."

From across the room, Jen shot Agatha a stern look. "No cheating this time, Agatha."

Agatha raised her hands in mock innocence. "Who, me?"

Teen's hand shot up with a suggestion. "Last trial had clues, right? Maybe we look for some."

The group dispersed, everyone on edge but eager to solve the mystery. Alice stayed close, keeping her hand wrapped around Y/n's as they examined posters lining the wall. "Hey, Fleetwood Mac! Mom took me to see them in concert back in the real '70s. We even met Stevie backstage!" Y/n's face lit up as she shared the memory.

Alice watched her, the warmth in her gaze unmistakable. Y/n was her anchor, her love. She'd do anything to protect her.

They stopped before a faded photo of Lorna, a wave of unease washing over them. Y/n gently squeezed Alice's hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "It'll be okay, my love."

But Y/n's focus shifted when the overhead speakers clicked on, and her stomach twisted. Standing by the booth, both her mothers were locked in a tense conversation. As Rio's voice carried across the room, a loud, distorted song began to play, making everyone flinch.

"What... is that?" Y/n shouted, clapping her hands over her ears.

"Sorry!" Teen cringed, fumbling with the speakers. "I thought it was a clue!"

Alice scoffed. "What made you think that?"

He held up a record sleeve labeled in bold letters, "PLAY ME."

Without missing a beat, Agatha seized the record player and smashed it, silencing the song.

"We've been cursed," Lilia muttered grimly.

A slow ticking sound started up from a metronome nearby. Rio pointed at it with a glint in her eye. "Looks like the trial has started." She chuckled.

"Why are you smiling?" Jen asked warily, stepping back.

"She's a tourist," Agatha and Y/n said in unison.

Jen grimaced. "More like a psycho," he muttered.

Alice sighed, adjusting her stance. "Anyone else feels...?" She paused, catching Y/n's gaze.

"What?" Y/n asked, concern flickering in her eyes.

"I feel... lighter," Alice murmured, just before a sharp pain seared across Y/n's shoulders. She cried out, collapsing in agony.

Agatha rushed to her side, frantic. "Y/n! Honey, it's okay. We're going to fix this."

Thinking fast, Alice grabbed a dagger from Rio and drew a protective circle, chanting in Latin. As soon as the circle was complete, she knelt beside Y/n, brushing hair from her face.

Teen stammered out ideas. "Breaking a curse... smudge sticks? A salt bath? Or, what if we track down the witch who cast it?"

Agatha shook her head, eyes narrowed. "Once vengeance is loosed, it can't be reined in."

"The only way to end a curse is to face it," Lilia added, pointing at Alice.

Just then, Jen dropped to the floor, clutching his shoulders in pain. Alice moved to him, repeating the spell she'd used on Y/n. Teen noticed scorch marks on Jen's skin and gasped, "Your shoulders!"

Agatha moved to inspect Y/n, gently brushing aside her hair to reveal similar burns. Her hand trembled as she traced them, causing Y/n to flinch. Y/n and Alice exchanged a silent look, each recognizing the scars.

Suddenly, a piercing scream echoed around them.

"What is that?" Jen cried out, alarmed.

Rio's voice rang out from the couch. "That's the curse."

Alice bolted over to inspect the shattered record, trying to piece it together. Agatha stormed over, grabbing Alice by the shoulders. "It's you, isn't it? You brought this here."

Y/n intervened, tugging Agatha back. "Leave her alone, Mama!"

Alice's composure crumbled. "I didn't think it was real... I thought it was me-that I ruin everything I touch, that I... couldn't save her." She glanced at Y/n, her voice breaking. With a shaky hand, she revealed matching scars on her shoulders. "I convinced myself they were birthmarks, like hers."

Jen's eyes widened. "Wait. A generational curse?"

"Oh, you poor thing," Lilia whispered.

"Poor us!" Jen snapped. "Now we're stuck with this ancient family curse!"

Alice's voice broke as she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Y/n clasped Alice's hand, offering silent reassurance. Just then, the curse surged again, throwing Teen across the room. The group scrambled to his side.

"Is he okay?" Jen called, hesitant to leave her circle.

Agatha sighed, exasperated. "Are you just going to live in that circle forever?"

"Maybe!" Jen muttered.

"What's the plan, Agatha?" Rio asked, her tone mocking.

Y/n glanced at a dusty set of instruments in the corner, an idea forming. "We have to play Lorna's Ballad."

"No!" Alice protested. "I'm not playing that song."

Agatha nodded, extending her hands. "All signs point to a jam session."

Alice groaned. "What good will it do? We opened the road by coming here."

"Lorna's version is different," Y/n urged. "She was a protection witch. She's trying to help you."

Agatha's voice was fierce. "You'd have burned to ash long ago if someone hadn't played that song."

The curse screeched, rattling them. "Alright, who's on piano?" Agatha barked.

Lilia shook her head, picking up the Zils instead. Jen reluctantly grabbed the guitar after Agatha pointed it at her.

"Jen!" Agatha snapped, rolling her eyes when Jen took her time.

Alice reluctantly took her place at the piano, with Y/n by her side and guitar in hand. Agatha's eyes met hers, and she offered a soft smile.

"Alice. Play it right, play it good, and maybe we won't die."

They launched into the song, and the curse reacted violently, searing Agatha. Y/n tried to run to her, but Agatha waved her off. "Keep playing!"

As they finished the song, the curse dissipated, its haunting presence finally gone. Alice rushed to Y/n's side, and they embraced, clinging to each other tightly.

A moment later, Teen collapsed, and they scrambled to help him. Y/n knelt by his side, heartbroken. He reminded her so much of her younger brother, Nicky.

"Jen! What do we do?" Agatha asked, her voice cracking.

"He's young, strong," Lilia began, only for Agatha to cut her off sharply. "Don't."

She turned to Rio, her voice softer. "Don't."

Rio, looking conflicted, turned her gaze to Y/n, who was desperately trying to use her magic to heal the teen, only to find it faltering.

"Jen, what do you need?" Agatha's voice was desperate.

Jen took a steadying breath. "Water and moonlight."

Alice dashed off, returning with water that Jen enchanted under the moon's light. Gently, she poured it onto Teen's wounds. With a collective breath, they watched the magic take hold, finally healing him. Relieved, Agatha's gaze lingered on Y/n, noticing the tears rolling down her face.

Agatha glanced toward Alice, then nodded subtly in Y/n's direction. Catching the unspoken request, Alice gently took Y/n's hand and led her a few steps away, giving Agatha and the other witches room. The two of them began assembling a makeshift tent while Agatha watched as the witches carefully laid Teen down. Agatha hesitated momentarily, then shrugged off her coat, draping it over the young witch. With a sigh, she knelt down beside him and settled in, waiting quietly.

Alice caught Y/n's eye, gesturing toward the campfire where the other witches had gathered. Y/n gave a faint smile and nodded.

"I'll be there in a few minutes," she murmured, watching Alice head off before returning to Agatha. She slipped down beside her mother, who reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, smiling softly.

"You're worried he's going to end up like Nicky," Y/n said quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears. She looked at Agatha, who closed her eyes, the weight of that fear pressing down on her. Agatha swallowed hard and nodded, unable to find words.

Y/n leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Agatha's cheek, a silent reassurance that said more than words. With a final look, she rose to her feet and walked toward the fire where Alice was waiting. Seeing her approach, Alice smiled and patted the ground beside her, inviting Y/n to sit. Y/n settled in between Alice's legs, resting back against her, and Alice instinctively wrapped her arms around Y/n's waist, planting a soft kiss on the back of her head.

Rio watched the two of them quietly. Her heart caught between pride and a hint of nostalgia. She still saw Y/n as the ten-year-old girl who used to grow flowers with her, who'd laugh with her as they plotted harmless pranks on Agatha. It was bittersweet to see how much she had grown.

Lilia's voice broke Rio's reverie. "You know, the worst part of being a witch? The ridiculous rumors people come up with. They think we talk to goats or have an extra nipple," she laughed, drawing chuckles from everyone.

Rio smirked, feigning shock. "Wait, you all don't have extra nipples? I'm covered in them. Wanna see?" she teased.

Y/n covered her face, laughing with everyone else. Hearing the commotion, Agatha walked over, her gaze softening as she took in her daughter, safe and content. She settled beside Rio, and soon, the group fell into easy conversation, sharing stories of physical and otherwise scars.

Y/n showed off the faint scar on her ear, recounting the time a stray dog bit her when she was thirteen. Agatha had been furious and, for a moment, had considered hunting down the dog herself. Lilia lifted her hair to reveal a faint mark on her neck. "Vampire," she explained with a shiver. "That one stung a bit."

Y/n turned to Agatha. "How's he doing?" she asked softly.

"Still as mouthy as ever," Agatha replied with a small smile.

"That's a good sign," Lilia nodded approvingly.

Jen, who had been listening quietly, broke in with a mischievous grin. "Agatha, why don't you show us your battle scars?"

Agatha smirked and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a faint scar near her elbow. "Knitting needle," she said, chuckling. "Ever heard of the Daughters of Liberty?"

The others shook their heads, confused.

"Exactly," Agatha replied with a smirk, drawing laughter from everyone.

Rio's gaze softened, and she spoke up after a moment of thought. "I've got two scars," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha tensed, her eyes flicking over to Rio. "No, you don't," she muttered quickly.

But Rio continued, her eyes steady on Agatha. "A long time ago, I loved someone. I had to make a choice-a choice I didn't want to make, even though it was my job. And it hurt... it hurt her. And our daughter. They are my scars." Her words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning, as she looked straight at Agatha.

Agatha stood abruptly, mumbling something about needing to stretch her legs. After a beat, Rio followed, leaving Y/n shifting uncomfortably by the fire, emotions welling up in her chest. Alice tightened her arms around her, kissing her temple gently, offering quiet comfort.

"It's okay, my love," Alice whispered into Y/n's ear. "Just like you were there for me, I'm here for you now." Alice knows about everything. She knows about Nicky, about Rio, about everything. Y/n saw no reason to hide her past from her girlfriend. Therefore, Alice knew what this revelation from Rio was doing to Y/n on the inside.

Y/n's tense shoulders began to soften, and though she tried to fight it, exhaustion crept over her. She rested her head on Alice's shoulder, closing her eyes as Alice continued to murmur soothing words, holding her close as sleep finally overtook her.

[lady-ashfade]

A blacked out night.

Kaz brekker x fem!reader

Plot: The night before was unknown, your memory forgetting the most of it. You awaken with many questions on your mind, until you get to the big question. One he has answers to.

Spoilers below in the warnings

Warning: Small angst, like the tiniest bit, fluff, so sweet and loving, be prepared to just want to curl up into a ball of happiness. Kaz is a bit oc, but in this he and you have gone through a lot together. And yes, he is okay with your touch- And more but Shh.

Throbbing, the pain that pulsed through your head and into your neck. Head feeling the crushing pain as your eyes blurred, sensitive to the light hitting them. You shifted in the bed underneath you and sat up, you looked around the room and caught a glimpse of the things around you.

The decks, the piles of paper, the sheets underneath you and the blanket on you. The wallpaper, the dark flooring with scratches, the clothes the dripped around. This was not your room. Panic and confusion flashed through you as you couldn’t remember what had happen the night before, and why you were here.

You checked your body and saw your clothes half way on, your garments still on a shirt that was not yours. “Oh..” it final down on you who’s room you were in. The dark surroundings, the smell that you always oddly carved, and how you had been in this room before. It was your boss’s, Kaz brekker. Well you two had more to add to the relationship bar, you two were together and agreed on such.

Had the two of you spend the night together? Had you gone farther then before? It made your stomach turn. As you reach your hand up to rub your eyes you caught a glimpse of something shiny that hit the sunlight making it twinkle. “Fuck” it was a red gemmed ring on your wedding finger. It was for sure a wedding ring.

Quickly you looked around for your own clothes and threw them on as fast as you could to go get some answers. Your body screamed at you in pain but you ignored it, a hangover can wait. You thought back to the closet memory you had of last night. You were drinking at the bar after the club closed and drinking with your friends, then to where it was just you and kaz left. The last thing you could remember was his lips on yours, pressed on the cold alleyway wall as you two held each other closely. The two of you taking steps with each other in the dark, going somewhere.

Touching your lips as you thought about it. You paid no attention to the person walking through the door behind you, not until they started to speak. “Good to see you’re up.” Jumping around at the voice of your lover. Heart beating faster as you look at him and wonder filled you. His eyes looked at you, low but soft and he looked tired and drained.

He too knew the questions you had on your mind, “Sit down.” He demanded. You looked at the tray in his hands that had a tea pot and cups on it, you sighed and took a seat back on the bed. In his chest, roared the vibration of his heartbeat. He was afraid-terrified at how you would react and he never felt like that, unless it was about you. He moved over to the table and placed the tray down and poured a cup in silence.

You were inching to find out and you had no patience and you deserved that. You could be married, you could have had the best night of your life and not remember it. “Kaz I need you to be honest with me, what happened last night.” He pulled back and took the cup in his hands. He looked at the ground as he walked over to you, pushing out the teacup towards you.

“Drink.” Again he was avoiding your eyes and questions. “Did we get married?” You asked as you grabbed the cup and set it down. He hesitated and thought of what to say, if he should lie or tell the truth. His throat dried and he didn’t have the courage to look at your face. You watched him move his hand to take off his glove, his pale skin showing itself. You looked at his fingers as soon as it was off your heart stopped for good, missing a beat that made itself catch up.

A golden band.

Looking at him with worry in your eyes that he was angry at you for this. He wanted to take things as slow as possible. You two never talked about marriage. Yes, the two of you had come a long way that you slowly took away his armor, him breaking you down to know everything about you. But this, this was surely more then what he wanted. “I’m sorry.” Glossy eyes you whispered an apology.

His head finally moving up to look at you, his mind searching for a reason you would be sorry. This situation was definitely made by the both of you, in a intoxicated state of mind, but non the less a action the both of you agreed on. “And for what?” His uncovered hand reach up to your chin to hold it up as you weep. He hated to see your cheeks wet with tears and how your body tripped and that sob that left your throat. He loathed the sight.

“You didn’t want this, kaz. I know you don’t and yet here it is, probably my fault.” You cried and pushed your head away from his hand to hold it with your own. His eyes fluttered and for some reason a soft smile curled up in the a smile, how could you possibly think that? But he understood, very well. You heard him shuffle and sit down next to you with a small groan. “And how could you know that?” He asked as he pulled your hands away from your face.

His clothed hand turning your head to him and whipped the tears from your cheek. You opened your eyes and looked at him through the tears and lashes stuck together. “We’ve never talked about it. You never seemed like the type to think of such a thing, I mean why would you-” his hand cupped the side of your face and his thumb ran down your lips to make you stop talking.

“Why would I want to marry you? Well, there are many reasons I could say. How you could make a man weak at the knees with just a smile, your eyes that sparkle when you get the slightest bit of excitement. How you always care for others and listen to every word i say, or another’s.” His other hand reached to grab your hand in his.

“Then there’s how you make me feel, the emotion I didn’t think I was capable of having. How your soft touches make me feel, how you were willing to be with me. How just the thought of you is forever stuck in my mind. The lips I get to kiss every day, the way I get to hold you.” He leans closer as you stare at him with widen eyes, “The way I crave you with whole being. It is only you I want, my darling, y/n.”

Your head only focusing on his words with the same feeling you had when he first told you he felt the same. Cloud nine was just the thought of him. “So, you’re not mad?” He huffed in amusement at your question. One that seemed useless to ask. “No, I’m not mad.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and over the ring on your finger.

Relief washed over your body, letting go of the unbearable pressure. “How do you think we got the rings?” He watched your eyes go big again with realization, he was loving it. “Did you plan this?” You yelled in disbelief. “Well, no. But I think drunk me wouldn’t wait.” You look at his features over and over trying to match up everything.

“I had the ring already, I must have proposed to you with it. Leading to us going down to the altar, where I seem to have gotten mine.” You opened your mouth to say something but you struggled for a minute. He watched you suspiciously as you seemed to stop working. After a minute he blinked in confusion at your sudden outburst of laughter.

“I can’t believe this, kaz brekker got blackout drunk married.” You joked and leaned back onto the bed. “That’s what you take away from this?” He raised a brow at you, you nodded. “The others wouldn’t believe this.” He dropped his head in defeat. “They already know.” And with his words you laughed harder. Honestly it was funny but you were feeling overwhelmed, nervous and so much more at once that it just came out.

“I have the papers with me, even wasted me knows how to take care of things.” You kept on laughing and just let yourself go for a moment, until your mind pulled itself together.

He let out a surprise gasp as you pulled him down to you, his body next to you as your arm pulled him closer. “I can’t believe you’re a romantic, oh how you wow me.” You kissed his cheek and face all over. He rolled his eyes playfully, “Don’t you dare tease me.” You pulled back and glare at him. “I can do as I like to my husband.” The title made his mind run. Your lips speaking those words to him, no sound of disgust or anger. He felt happiness like no other.

“Then, I shall do as I like to my wife.” His hand placed itself on your waist. Taking a turn to raise your brow at him in question but he just looked back with a smirk and pressed his lips against yours. The first real kiss of your marriage, sober and sweet. You giggled against his lips and cupped his cheek, his hand now wrapping around your waist pulling you closer. His lips melt with yours perfectly, just as they always did.

“Boss, we need you down here.” A knock on the door and voice of Jesper broke the two of you apart. Kaz groaned and glared at the door but you only laughed at how pissed he was. “Come in, Jesper.” Kaz turned to you with a glare but you ignored him as Jesper walked in. A wide smile on his face and he placed his hands on his waist, “Congratulations, let me be the first too-”

“Don’t.” Kaz barked and Jesper nodded but his smile never leaving. “Then there’s a problem down stairs, and I don’t want to stop the love making-” this time kaz stood up with his cane and your friend took the hint to cool it down. Kaz glared at him and didn’t say anything, Jesper backed up with a apologetic smile and out into the hallways.

You giggled and stood up, “We better get going. Our kind of life doesn’t stop of married people.” He hummed in agreement at your statement. As you took a step you were pulled back and smothered in a kiss. His arms gripped around you tightly and his kiss more rough then the last. He hated being interrupted and especially when it was with you.

“This is not over.” You blushed and smiled as he walked away from you. The pink dust on his cheeks you knew he had and how he walked away trying to make it look he was not affectionate. But you knew deep down that he was, because you knew your husband well.

[shunin-gumis]

Designs of Happiness - Track A08

L4mps Main Story Translation

Title: ep.2 What you have

Characters: Yodaka

Summary: As the bar closes up for the day, Yodaka feels a certain way about their mundane day-to-day… 

Thank you aca @463ce6, jes @arcanecrayonn and myun @/myuntachis for helping me with proofing!

Location: Ten Nights of Dreams BAR

Yodaka: I wonder, has the rain stopped yet?

Yunyun: Ah~ I was thinkin’ about that too.

Yodaka: It’s difficult to tell since we don’t have any windows.

Chouun: According to the precipitation radar, the rain should stop in 30 minutes.

Yodaka: That’s impressive, Chouun. I didn’t know you had a function like that.

Chouun: Yes, Yodaka-dono.

Yunyun: What are you on about, boss~? Chouun’s a state-of-the-art pet robot, y’know~? You’re like, the only one who’d use ‘em as a glorified jukebox. 

Yodaka: Perhaps I should request weather reports from now on too.

Chouun: …Understood.

Yunyun: Huh… No wonder we didn’t have many customers today.

Yodaka: I think we can call it a night. Would you mind switching off the signboard outside?

Yunyun: Sure thing~

Chouun: …Yodaka-dono. What would you like to do about the music?

Yodaka: Please continue playing it as is.

Chouun: Understood.

Yunyun: And that’s that for closing up… Oh, right! I forgot to tell ya– That wallpaper in the bathroom? It’s seen better days. 

Yodaka: I’ll contact the vendor tomorrow morning.

Yunyun: I’m countin’ on ya, boss~ Oh, and while you’re at it, mind replacing the freezer, too? That thing’s been here since forever, even before we took over. I’m telling ya, it’s on its last legs.

Yodaka: I see. I’d been quite fond of it, but I suppose we should have it replaced before it causes problems.

Yunyun: Yay~ I totally looked into some options already, I’m way too good at my job~

Yodaka: How very diligent of you.

Yunyun: Like, look at this one! There’s also this, and maybe even that one… There’s even models that can produce pure ice, ain’t that just wild!? We don’t need to go outta our way to buy ice cubes any more!

Yodaka: Hm…

Yunyun: Ah, the price tag’s givin’ you cold feet, huh?

Yodaka: You could say that.

Yunyun: Speaking of which~ What happened to that deal from before?

Yodaka: Hm? What deal?

Yunyun: You know the one~ From that beautiful and busty CEO~

Yodaka: Ah… You mean her… 

Yunyun: She’s been dropping by here all the time ‘cuz she’s got her eye on you— She even offered to franchise our bar, and she seemed pretty hyped about it too!

Yunyun: With her backing, the investment’s gotta be some crazy amount! I wonder where we should open up our next store~

Yodaka: We won’t have to worry about that. I turned her down.

Yunyun: Wha–!? Are you for real?

Yodaka: Of course. 

Yunyun: Wait, whaa– C’mon! I mean, I kinda knew you’d be like this, but!

Yunyun: What a waste~ That’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance y’know~~!

Yodaka: …..

Yunyun: I mean, that prez was a total hottie. I could like, totally see hearts in her eyes whenever she was lookin’ at you, Yodaka-san.

Yunyun: I’m totally sure that she had the hots for you! You could’ve just gone for the gold!

Yodaka: For the gold?

Yunyun: Marrying into wealth! That’s like, my dream y’know~

Yodaka: This is the first time I’m hearing of it.

Yunyun: Aw man~ I mean, if we open up more shops, that means more employees, right? Then we could hire some cuties who’ve got a little extra in the chest department~ And then I’d make ‘em fall for me with my charms~

Yunyun: And I’m saying me, not you, mmkay~?

Yodaka: Haha, of course.

Yunyun: I coulda totally built my harem heaven right here y’know? And you’d be loaded with cash too, no doubt about it~

Yunyun: This could’ve been my ticket to a super-duper happy life and yet…! Why’d you gotta dash ‘em all like that, you big dummy!

Yodaka: .....

Yodaka: “To know you have enough.”

Yunyun: Enough of what? Beer?

Yodaka: This is a famous quote from Lao Tzu. He was one of the founders of Taoism, one of the three popular religions in China.

Yunyun: Huh… Never heard of ‘im.

Yodaka: “To know you have enough is to know true enrichment.”

When one is satisfied with what they already have, that is when that they become enriched in both body and soul. It is one definition of happiness.

Yodaka: It’s important to learn to be happy with what you have, and to not be too greedy. I completely agree with this sentiment.

Yunyun: I mean~ Are you sure a teaching from some old fogey of years past is gonna hold water in the present?

Yunyun: It’s definitely better to have money than to not, and I know for sure I’d be happier havin’ a pretty lady hangin’ off my arm than bein’ all on my lonesome!

Yunyun: I’ve got a point, right!?

Yodaka: Leaving aside women… Even that CEO had said that having money isn’t enough to guarantee your happiness.

Yunyun: Eehhh~!?

Yodaka: I’ve had many opportunities to wine and dine some capable company owners. And yet, they all had similar opinions on this matter.

Yodaka: That they should have quit while they were ahead. After they hit a certain degree of success, rather than being happy with their progress, they can only worry and stress about how to make it bigger, and better. 

Yunyun: Hm~ Sounds like some first world problems to me~

Yunyun: So you’re saying to be happy with what I have?

Yunyun: Wait, is this some kinda plot to tell me you’re not gonna give me a raise!?

Yodaka: Haha, of course not. It’s simply a ‘plot’ to tell you that we can get a new freezer, but just a regular one. We’ll continue to buy our ice cubes from our usual supplier.

Yunyun: Fiiiiine…

Yunyun: Well, I already knew how much you like your vintage stuff from the moment we set up shop here.

Yodaka: …..

Yodaka: I must ask you, however. Are you not happy now?

Yunyun: Eh.

Yodaka: Time that is flowing slowly, peacefully, as we wind down for the day. Within a bar full of old but trusty equipment and peeling wallpaper. 

Yodaka: A quiet and relaxing atmosphere. The moon that comes out to greet the sun.

Yodaka: Quality jazz music playing in the background and… Conversation with a good old friend. 

Yunyun: …..

Yodaka: I think that these carefree days spent with you, in our cozy bar, is when I’m the happiest… What about you?

Yunyun: Well… That’s… 

Yunyun: That just ain’t fair, askin’ me somethin’ like that.

Yunyun: Can’t say I’m not happy…

Yodaka: I’m relieved to know you feel the same as I do.

Yunyun: *Sigh*... You truly are an incorrigible flirt… 

Chouun: …Yodaka-dono. Are you certain that I am fulfilling my role here?

Chouun: If you would update my software to the latest version, with the addition of some extraneous parts, I could be 8 heads tall to help serve customers as well.

Yodaka: Yes, you’re doing just fine as is. Thank you.

Yunyun: I mean, a Chouun that’s 8 heads tall? That’d just be scary… 

Yodaka: Let’s update the playlist for tomorrow.

Chouun: Understood, Yodaka-dono. What kind of selection would you prefer?

Yodaka: For tomorrow… Let’s see.

Yodaka: Play the kind of music that would put a certain worrywart of a bartender at ease. 

Notes:

"To know you have enough" is one translation for the saying 吾唯足るを知る by Lao Tzu.

The ideal human proportion is considered to be 8 heads tall.

Whenever the term 幸福 (happiness) comes up in these "flashback" episodes it's highlighted in green.

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watchin’ stalkin’ grabbin’ ya.

ft. jtk x f!reader

cw. noncon, masturbation (f!), voice kink, implications of stalking, manhandling, corruption kink, mentions of violence, degradation, creampie, kidnapping. mdni

You were a simple and sweet girl. You never argued with rude people despite wanting to and you were never seen or doing anything bad. You were the town’s sweetheart, the pretty little doll that all adored, even those that you wished would keep their perverted gaze off of you. You were just a waitress at a diner downtown, you definitely weren’t being paid enough but you managed with the occasional big tips some generous customers would leave.

The day had gone by rather quickly and you had your fair share of interactions with the usual rude people coming into the diner and it was time to clock out and head home. You hum softly, tiredly to yourself as you tug the knot keeping your small apron tied around your waist loose before wiggling it off your hips and folding it gently in your hands. You’d have to wash it tonight after a large man that came in this morning purposefully spilt his hot coffee onto it with a rude remark over how you were slow to bring him his breakfast. You weren’t slow, he was being a prick on a busy morning but you shrugged it off and put your feelings aside as you walked towards the exit in the back. You hear your name being called out from behind you somewhere and so you turn to look over your shoulder and stop right in front of the backdoor.

“Could you work the nightshift tomorrow too?” Your boss asks you. He looks almost as tired as you feel but you nod with a soft smile, “I’d be happy to, mister.” And with that you walk out the door and are greeted by the cold wind of the night nipping at your exposed arms and legs. You shiver as you walk towards the sidewalk at the front of the diner, casting one last glance at the place before walking down the dimly lit street to your home. 

It was a rather rundown apartment complex but you made it work. The wallpaper cracking and peeling off was manageable and you told yourself you’d make the rather small apartment homey one day when you had enough money to afford it. For now, you’d settle with the cheap mattress that left your back aching and the distant smell of sex and cigarettes that floated down the rundown halls of the entire place.

You shiver once more as your shoes click softly against the sidewalk. Your apartment was only a little bit further, you’d be able to rest once you got there and warm up… If the radiator was still working. It tended to stop working when you needed it the most and cold autumn nights like these were when you were desperate to stay as warm as possible.

The sound of tires slowly rolling across the road meets your ears and your head lifts to look over at the source of the sound. A truck parked off to the side, headlights on and nearly blinding you despite the distance between you and the vehicle. You’d say it looks rather used and dirtied but it’s hard to tell in the dark and the added brightness you can't see past coming from the truck. It rumbles as it stays parked and you can’t see if there’s anyone inside of it or not but you leave your thoughts at that and give the truck a suspicious look before picking up your walking pace and trying to get home as quickly as possible.

You swing the door open and rub your arms in a feeble attempt to keep as much warmth in your body as possible. The front desk is empty as usual and you sigh and rub at your eyes tiredly before turning down the hall to your left and heading towards the stairs. The elevator was down and needed to be fixed, but it’s been broken for a month now and you’ve yet to see any repairman coming in to see about fixing it so stairs were your only option. You just had to get to the fourth floor, that was it. Surely you could do it like you always have every day after a long and tiring day of serving ungrateful people.

Each step felt agonizing for your legs and feet that had already managed to carry you around for the entire day. You mentally praise your legs for working so hard and not snapping in two like you’ve thought they surely would many times before. Each step made your body ache and grow more sluggish as if your body was anticipating the comfort that cheap bed would bring it in just a few more minutes. The sound of distant moaning and grunting forces its way into your ears and you roll your eyes as you take a few more steps, your hand grabbing onto the railing to keep yourself standing. You wished some people had the decency to close their doors before doing anything private but you suppose they could care less and you wish you had the strength to strangle some of the people that lived here.

You sigh in relief when you reach the fourth floor and open the door before walking past it and making a beeline for your room. You’re quick to do so, picking up the pace and running to your room with your key already in your hands. There was an odd fellow that resided on this floor and he was known to grope or attempt to drag the women that also stayed on this floor back to his room. The keys fumble in your hands as you flip through them as quickly as possible and try to find the right one.

“Hey,” A voice calls out and your heart drops to your stomach. You were not about to be used by some weirdo. You mentally curse yourself and your shaky hands as you finally find the right key and with a shaky sigh of relief you push it into the lock on the door. “Miss—“ You freeze when a hand touches your shoulder as you twist the key and unlock your door. You whip around to face the person in question but are met with not a old creepy geezer trying to get his dick wet but a very tall man wearing a mask over his lower face.

“I didn’t scare you did I?” He asks, eyes wide and you can’t tell if they’re permanently like that or if that’s just how he looks at people. He blinks once, twice and you’re thankful his eyes aren’t trapped wide open as he relaxes and stares down at you with a half-lidded gaze.

You shake your head and try to still the tremble in your limbs. “No, sir, you didn’t.” You answer softly and he seems to chuckle at you for a moment causing you to look up at him slightly confused.

“You always this polite?” He teases with a grin, at least you think he’s grinning. It’s hard to tell with the mask covering a large portion of his face but the way his eyes crinkle a bit in a smile leaves you feeling relaxed.

“I suppose so..” You mumble out, glancing down at his shoes. Dirtied black boots, they remind you that you need to wash off your own slip on shoes when you get into your apartment room. You lift your gaze up slowly, taking in the sight of his appearance with a shy stare but your little moment is stopped when he laughs again. It’s a sound that rumbles in his chest and makes you feel weak in the knees, but maybe they were already like that from walking so much today anyways.

“You’re real sweet y’know,” He hums, eyeing you as he takes in that pretty face of yours as your cheeks grow warm and you try to avoid his gaze. “What a pretty doll..” His whispers under his breath and right as you go to ask him what he said because you didn’t quite catch it he speaks up again. “Shit, right, do you know where a gas station might be?” Oh? Oh… Maybe he was new around here and had just moved in and didn’t see the old gas station across the street.

You nod, “Yeah there’s one across the street. It’s hard to miss.” You bite your tongue and wince at the comment slipping from your mouth but he laughs again before shoving his hands into his pockets. Wait, you could’ve sworn his hands looked sickly pale, damn near almost ghostly white…

“I guess I’m not an exception though, huh?” He smiles behind the mask. “Thanks, pretty girl. Also stay safe, yeah? It’s dangerous for a girl like you to be out alone at a time like this.” He adds before turning to walk away.

“I work a night shift so-“ Shit you shouldn’t have said that. He stops and turns to face you again and raises a brow as he tilts his head, black hair falls out from the white hood over his head and you can’t help but wonder what he looks like under that black mask.

“Oh? Where do you work?” You really shouldn’t tell him anything about yourself. You just met this man and all he wanted to know was where a gas station was, not details about yourself! Yet here you are, developing a crush on a stranger just from the way he talks and looks at you. You wear your heart on your sleeve and he knows that, surely he has to know how easy it would be to get a neglected-of-attention girl like you wrapped tight around his finger if he said the right words to tug on your heartstrings.

“Downtown at the local diner.” You blurt out, ignoring the way butterflies swarm your stomach and try to head somewhere else. “It’s not that great of a place but it works out for me.”

“Oh I’m sure it’s worth going to if you’re there, doll.” He grins and those butterflies storm past the gate you tried to put up as they rush south and nestle deep within your core as you shift your weight onto your other foot.

You hum, biting your tongue so hard it could probably bleed and the room grows silent before he’s breaking the silence once more and wishing you well before heading towards the stairs. You watch as he opens the door to the stairs and lets it close behind him and you visibly slouch and deflate before twisting your doorknob open and walking in before locking the door behind yourself. You sigh as that persistent fluttering keeps going while you change into pajamas and settle under the thin blankets on the bed but you feel hot now despite the lack of warmth in the room.

You twist and turn with small huffs before you settle on your back and stare up at the ceiling. You let your fingers travel under the hem of your shirt, ghosting over the expanse of your stomach as your breath quickens and you keep your eyes steady on the darkness above you. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge yourself just this once right? Just once, and then you’d let your little crush go and move on to your boring life as it was. 

He was a stranger to you. You never got to know his name or who he was as a person but maybe that’s what excited you the most. The fact you knew nothing about him yet he has this effect on you already that had sparks whirling into a small fire in the pit of your stomach as you shudder and your fingers trace up the expanse of your torso until they reach your breasts under the tank top you wore.

You pinch at the buds as they get hard and perky, poking through the thin fabric of the tank top you pulled on earlier. Your fingers tug on your nipples as you arch slightly with a soft moan as you twist and tug harder. You wonder how he’d do it and warmth overwhelms your entire being at the thought so you close your eyes and imagine it was his hands on you and not your own. This was stupid and you just know he’d kill you if he knew you were doing this over a single interaction with him but the shivers that racked your body and left you gasping quietly were too good to ignore now and so you indulged more in your desires.

Your hands slide down and grab at your sides as you whine impatiently, purposefully teasing yourself and imagining that he’d do this to you. Your hands grab and squish at your sides, belly and hips until you reach your thighs and slide them open. You trace your pussy lips through the soft cotton panties you wore with a satisfied sigh when your index nudges against your clit through the fabric. You bite your lip as your fingers touch the damp spot, sticky through your panties before you push down against it towards your throbbing hole that squeezes around nothing. You try to pretend he’s there talking to you, saying dirty things in that deep and raspy voice of his as you slip your fingers past the hem of your underwear and cup your drooling pussy.

You think for a moment before removing your hand and giving your pussy an experimental slap that makes pleasure bloom in your clit and you moan softly. You do it again and again, becoming more confident and harder with each slap that sends waves throughout your body as you tremble in growing pleasure. You do it roughly with no remorse like you imagine he would, before you let your index roll around the hard bundle of nerves before dipping down to your soaked entrance and slipping a finger in with a soft sigh. 

You pump in and out slowly before sliding in a second finger and speeding up as you curl your fingers into that sensitive gummy spot that has your thighs shaking. You grind up into the palm of your hand with quiet moans and whimpers, nudging your clit against it oh so deliciously as whimpers bubble in the back of your throat and you grow closer to that climax you craved so dearly.

You bite your lip and catch yourself feeling gross with yourself for a moment. You’re jerking off to the thought of a stranger, how disgusting could you be? But you throw logic to the wind and hump up desperately against your hand as you pump your digits faster until a sinful moan is ripped from you that’s so loud you cover your mouth with your unoccupied hand and arch off the bed as your eyes nearly cross. It’s such a good feeling, you forgot how nice it felt to get off every once in a while. You’ve been so busy with work you never had time to think of doing such things and you smile dumbly to yourself as you clean up and get back into bed that night still thinking of the same man and hoping you’d see him again soon.

Your shift the next day comes a lot sooner than you had expected and the day flies by a lot quicker than you would’ve liked but you suppose that’s how it’s always been. You barely have any time to think about last night and you’re rather grateful because it was a much busier day than yesterday. It’s dark outside now and you sigh as you lean your arms on the counter and stare over at a group of men at a table together. They all looked really scruffy and like they were from some shitty gang that roamed the streets at night but you pay them no mind as you fumble with your fingers and stare at your nails. You chipped one earlier and you frown at the sight for a moment before someone taps your shoulder and you turn to look over at your boss who gives you a tired smile.

“You can head home now, your shift ended roughly,” He looks over at the rusty clock on the wall. “Half an hour ago.” 

You hadn’t realized that much time passed and suddenly you feel rather gloomy that man never stopped by. Perhaps it was wishful thinking or maybe you’re in over your head and assumed he’d show up. You hum in response before pushing yourself off the counter and grabbing your bag, tugging the apron off as usual before smiling over at your boss. “See you tomorrow?”

He chuckles lightly with a nod. “Cya tomorrow, kiddo.” It used to piss you off when he called you that but it grew on you just the slightest as time went on and you spent more and more time around the man each time you clocked in and each time you clocked out. You suppose it still does annoy you sometimes and that he probably calls you kiddo when he’s looking to rile you up for his own entertainment when the diner gets quiet and boring but you didn’t mind it all that much for the most part now.

You exit the building through the backdoor, sighing as the night breeze hits you but it’s welcoming this time. The diner felt so stuffy and uncomfortably warm, it was good to cool off now. You begin your walk back, making your way to the front of the store and turning as you walk down the sidewalk. You don’t bother looking behind you at the diner tonight, focused on getting home and eating a small and very much late dinner as you watched some shitty movie on the old tv in your tiny living room. You take a deep breath and exhale, letting your shoulders relax as you walk in no hurry. It felt nice outside tonight, you’d bask in it and take your time heading home for once.

You near the part of the walk home where you had seen that truck the night before but it’s not there this time. You shake your thoughts away and clear your head as you keep onward. The entire street is quiet, save for the occasional sound of cars in the distance or stray dogs barking somewhere in a nearby alley but it’s still rather peaceful and eventless thankfully. You’re roughly ten minutes from your apartment complex and you check your phone for any notifications. There’s a few updates from people you follow but nothing else interesting and so you shove the device back into your pocket and tug your bag a little closer as each step gets you closer to your apartment.

A car approaching can be heard but you don’t turn to look. The lights get brighter the closer the car is and as it passes you rather slowly you nearly recognize the rumble of its engine and you turn your head slightly as you watch that truck from the night before go past you and down the road. You try to shake off the weird feeling that hits your gut as you keep your steady pace. The truck pulls off to the side and parks in the road as you near it, suddenly overwhelmed with anxiety and dread of what would happen but you try to swallow it down. You’re nearly to your apartment complex, you can make it so stop panicking so much. As you reach the truck you speed up your walking until it’s a slight jog. You felt like you needed to get away from the vehicle the second you saw it the night before.

A car door opens and closes and your breath hitches in your throat as your legs falter to move for a moment until rapidly approaching footsteps from behind hits you ears and your blood runs cold before you make off in a sprint. Your legs move as fast as they can as you breath heavily and loudly, clutching your bag to your chest and trying to grab your phone from your pocket to call for help but instead opt to scream out instead. You get one full scream out before you’re abruptly yanked backwards by the back of your shirt and a hand is slapped over your mouth as you scream and flail around in the strangers arms. You kick and wriggle as much as possible, trying to get free but it’s useless. Whoever this was was extremely strong and obviously had planned out each way you’d try to duck and weave out of their grasp.

Tears fall down your face as you hiccup and breath raggedly before being held tight to the broad chest of whoever had grabbed you. They shush you quietly, squeezing your face tightly and almost painfully in their hold before they force you to turn and walk towards that truck you tried to get away from. You’re shoved into the passenger side of the truck roughly before the driver door opens and closes quickly and the person grabs you and forces you to turn until your face is pressed against the glass of the passenger door window and your ass is up in the air. You sob and beg for your life quietly but a chuckle rings out and you’re instantly met with a wave of fear over the familiar sound.

“Don’t act so scared, ‘m not gonna hurt ya, doll.” He says, a grin in his voice as he flips your skirt up and rubs his hands over the expanse of your ass. “It’s a tight space, but you’ll make it work f’me won’t you?” You don’t know if you really want to think about what was going to happen in the next few moments as his fingers tugged on the hem of your panties before pulling them down roughly and pushing you further into the glass window. You whimpered uncomfortably and tried to stop crying but God you were so scared for your life and you couldn’t believe that man you had met the night prior would do such a thing to you. He sounded so nice, so alluring. To think it was possibly a trap, to find out where you lived and worked just so he could snatch you like he has now. It made your skin crawl.

His fingers slid against your folds, a creepy chuckle leaving him as he spread your pussy lips apart and stared down at the poor hole he’d fill up. The way you try to wiggle free only makes it look like you’re enticing him with the sight of your perfect cunt on display. He pushes his index against your clit, a small gasp leaving you when he rubs the calloused pad of his finger over the bundle of nerves. It doesn’t take long for your pussy to start drooling over the slightest bit of pleasure and it’s embarrassing, it’s wrong of your body to betray you like this.

“Gettin’ worked up from this? What a cheap whore you are.” He grins, contemplating whether he should tug the mask off his face or not. His hand cups your warm cunt, sticky against his palm as he rolls his index over your clit slowly and teasingly to snag every little reaction he can from you and it’s as if you’re willingly giving those pretty noises to him. Small whimpers, biting your lip to try and muffle the soft moan that still makes itself present in the stuffy space you’re forced to share with a disgusting man like him. Your thighs pressed tight around his hand, flexing and tensing with each tiny spark of pleasure your clit receives.

He moves his hand away suddenly, just as your noises are now barely above a whisper. His palm is shiny, your slick webbed over his hand and fingers and he’s nearly enamored by the sight. He groans, cock twitching in his pants and he thinks he’s waited long enough now and unbuckles his belt before unzipping his pants and letting the black jeans gather at his knees as he leans over you in a rather awkward position.

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear and you tremble but not out of excitement, out of fear and disgust. He breathes out a crazed chuckle as his hands grab at your hips and your body tenses up in anticipation of the dreaded intrusion you couldn’t stop from happening. Well, you could try at the potential expense of your life if he had a weapon on him and was crazy enough to kill you just to get off. You valued your life and as illogical as it was to suffer through this and let it happen, it was the only choice you had in hopes you’d still be alive by the end of it.

The bulbous tip of his cock nudges against your pussy, nearly surprising you at first as he slides it against your slit a few times. “Gonna ruin you, doll. No one will be able to fill you up like I can.” And he pushes in abruptly, without warning and ripping the air out of your lungs in the process. Your body lurches forward, pressed harder into the window as you hiss a breath and your brows knit together in growing discomfort.

It’s too much at once, too big to take so quickly and you truly are left filled to the brim despite wanting to deny the gross words that slipped from his mouth. He groans as he pushes his hips flush to your ass as you whine in pain and push a wobbly hand against his chest behind you. You wanted to push him away, your bottom lip quivering as tears slip down your cheeks and you hiccup quiet cries.

“Fuck, ‘s tight just relax, princess.” He says, jaw clenched tight as your walls flutter around him, trying desperately to accommodate and push him out at the same time. He pulls back, his heavy length gliding along your gummy walls agonizingly slow before he’s slamming back in as you yelp in response. The pace is rough from the start, his grunts and groans rumbling in his chest as he cages you under him and your body rocks with each hard thrust that has your mind reeling and your eyes fluttering shut. It was so wrong but felt good and pressure grew tighter between your trembling thighs. 

He hooks an arm around your middle to keep you steady as the side of your face is squished against the glass of the window. Your eyes have rolled back into your skull and as each rough slam of his hips has his cock kissing your cervix painfully, drool gathers at the corner of your mouth as you whine and moan.

Your body grows weak, putty in his hands as he pushes into you over and over, the truck rocking with each movement as his balls slap against your clit sending bolts of pleasure throughout your system. You bite your lip, belly growing taut as his hips slam into your ass and his cock twitches against your gummy walls that squeeze him and suck him in.

“You gettin’ close, doll? You gonna cum from rape you little whore?” He mocks, humiliating you further as his hand keeping you up travels up to grab at one of your breasts through your blouse. You whimper at the rough treatment, the tingles that seep into your skin as he pinches a perky bud between his index and thumb and tugs it with a laugh at how you crumble apart. “Yeah, a dumb girl like you is into this kinda thing. You probably fantasize about getting used— ngh, violated and forced to take a cock that’s too big for your stupid cunt.” He’s panting at this point, somehow thrusting into you even harder as you cry out and start babbling incoherently. He’s in a crazed haze, chasing his high as he gets closer to release.

“‘m gonna beat the shit out of you when I take ya home. Yeah, gonna be covered in bruises and still— fuck, still begging for me to use you, dumb rapeslut.” He grits his teeth, hips stuttering as he chokes on a low groan and his brows furrow as his hands grab at your hips tight, pinching the soft skin in his hold as you mewl and arch against him.

“Gonna look so pretty with cuts an’ bruises all over this pretty body of yours.” His forehead meets your shoulder as he digs his short fingernails into the plush of your hips with a small grunt. “You’ll love being my rapedoll won’t you? Dirty bitch clenching around me- shit, are you gonna cum?” His question doesn’t reach your ears, your mouth hangs open in a silent scream as your walls spasm around him and your juices ooze around his cock, a creamy ring around the base as he curses and a strangled groan leaves him as his dick twitches and his cum spurts out, hot and thick ropes filling you up as he stills his hips.

It grows silent, you both sharing hot breaths of air as you pant, body shiny and slick with a thin layer of sweat clinging to your skin. Tear stains glisten against your face and there’s a line that falls down your chin and neck where your drool had slipped as he fucked you dumb. Your mind is foggy, body trembling as you slowly recover and you aren’t fully coherent when he tugs your panties back up to keep his seed from making a mess on the seat before roughly turning you over to sit in the leather seat.

He’s quick to zip his pants up and huff out a breath as he revs the engine to life and pulls back onto the road, glancing over at your rather limp body as your chest heaves up and down in heavy breaths.

He grins, mangled smile twisted upward as he focuses back on the road and you struggle to stay conscious. 

Your eyes drag over to his figure beside you as he rips the mask off his face and you get a good look at the horrid scars on his cheeks, you swear you can see his entire row of teeth when he smiles widely but maybe it’s your imagination playing tricks on you.

“You’re gonna like your new life, doll.” He says, hands gripping the steering wheel tight as he takes you away from the city, away from your apartment you had grown accustomed to.

“No…” You whisper in a small whine, brows furrowed together as you lift your head up and stare over at him with tired and fearful eyes.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, that hopeless look in your once sparkly eyes makes his cock twitch in his slacks again. 

“Sure you will. You’ll be locked up, unable to do anything but be a dumb cocksleeve for me.” He turns onto a dirt road leading into dense woods and it’s now that you realize your fate had already been sealed the second you ever interacted with him. 

“What more could you ask for, doll?”

[genderlessjacky]

THE NEW FUCKING EPISODE OF HELLUVA BOSS IM.sO NORMAL. THE LAST SCENE BRO THE LAST SENE HIT DIFF SPOLIERS AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

LOOK AT HIM LOOK HOW SAD AND LONELY AND EMPTY HE IS HE IS RELIVING WHAT HAPPEND TO HIM AT STRIKERS LAIR YOU BITCH WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOY

LOOK AT HIM WHEN HE LIFTS UP THE PHONE LOOK HOW EMPTY HE IS HE ISNT EVEN SHOCKED THAT SOMEONE SENT HIM SOMETHING HE MUST HAVE A LOT OF PEOPLE AND FANS SENDING STUFF TO HIM BUT HE DOESNT C A R E BECAUSE THAT FAN DOESNT ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT HIM AND IS CLOSE TO HIM BUT HE SEES THEM ANYWAYS BC ITS HIS ONLY FORM OF COMMUNICATION OF THE OUTSIDE WORLD

I JUST NEED TO POINT OUT AGAIN HOW SAD AND LONELY HE IS HE IS STILL FRESH OUT OF FUCKING TORTURE AND TRAMATIZED ANDANDNAJSAJShu

HE HAS HIS DAUGHTER AS HIS WALLPAPER OH MY GOD HE IS TRYING SO HARD TO BE A GOOD DAD TO HER I CANT-

LOOK AT THE MESSAGES WITH BLITZ FOR A SECOND AND REALIZE HOW IT DIDNT START AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAT IT STARTED OUT ON THE TOP OF IT THAT MEANS STOLAS HAS BEEN READING THE MESSAGES WITH BLITZO BECAUSE THATS HOW MUCH HE MISSES HIM AND HE WANTS HIM TO BE BY HIS SIDE AND HE JUST GENUINELY LOVE HIM SO MUCH IT HURTS AND YOU SEE THE MESSAGES?? THIS ALSO HINTS AT HE IS TRYING TO CONVINCE BLITZO THAT HE DOESNT JUST CARE ABOUT SEX HE ALSO LOVES HIM AND C A R E S A BOUT SINCE THE OZZIES

LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS WHEN HE GETS THE MESSAGE FROM BLITZ ONE SINGLE MESSAGE FROM HIM MAKES HIM SMILE AND HE LOOKS SO HAPPY

GUYS LOOKAHOW FAST HIS MOOD CHANGES WHEN HE REALIZES BLITZ IS NOT GONNA RESPOND HE LOOKS SO HOPELESS AND EMPTY HE JUST WANTS BLITZ TO BE WITH HIM AT HIS LOWEST AND WEAKEST BUT WHEN HE REALIZES HE CANT HAVE THAT HE LOSES ALL HOPE

AND INSTEAD OF PUTTING THE PHONE BACK W/ HIS POWERS LIKE HE DID BEFORE HE USES HIS HANDS BECAUSE THAT HOW WEAK HIS STATE IS HE CANT EVEN DO MAGIC ANYMORE

IT ZOOMS OUT AND NOW ITS REVEALED THAT HE HAS A LOT OF FLOWERS , THE S A M E FLOWERS NOT DIFFERENT BUT SAME THAT REPESENTS HOW EVERY FAN OF HIS IS THE SAME THEY JUST PITY HIM AND WANT HIS ATTENTION BUT HE KNOWS THAT , HE K N O WS THATS WHY THE ONLY THING THAT MADE HIM HAPPY WAS THE TEXT FROM BLIZTO NOT ANY OF THE FLOWERS BUT B L I Z T O BECAUSE HE IS THE ONLY ONE HE CARES ABOUT AND THE ONLY PERSON HE CAN ACTUALLY RELY ON BUT HE ISNT THERE SO STOLAS HIS JUST LEFT THERE TO BE HOPELESS

ALSO NOTICE HOW THE ROOM LIGHTING IS PINK?? THIS SAYS PINK IS A NURTURING PLAYFUL AND N O S T A L G I C COLOR THAT MEANS AT THAT MOMENT HE WAS TRYING TO BLOCK OUT ALL THE MEMORIES HE HAD WITH STRIKER BUT IS FAILING SO HE IS TRYING TO THINK OF HIS CHILDHOOD , WISHING HE WAS INNOCENT AGAIN W I SH I N G HE WAS WITH BLITZ AGAIN IN THIS EASSY I WIL

[cronchyy2]

Made a spot oc based off of my google bg (which should be the very last thing on this post)

His villain name is Nebulos (which he made up on the spot) (lol lmao get it) (im so funny)

His main ability is making and using black holes not just to use them as "spots", but also use them as, well... real black holes. Like warping things and sucking stuff up and spitting them back out at full force.

BIG LOREDROP WARNING !!

Before he took this obscure form, he was an astronomer. An astronomer who was obsessed with studying this strange, un-named space cloud that was notorious for making things vanish once something gets close to it. He, along with a crew of astronauts, went to the cloud themselves to see why this was happening, but everyone but our main guy insisted they stay a good way's away from it for safety reasons. But he insisted on getting close enough to see what this space cloud was hiding, so he took a space suit and went out himself when everyone else was off sleeping or something.

Turns out there's a black hole just sitting in the middle of this space cloud. It's been there for a while and yet nobody has noticed it for some reason. "Amazing," our guy thinks. Revealing the secret of this cloud is most definitely gonna make him rich. However, it seems that he was too fascinated by the future to not pay attention to the present.

He was getting sucked in. Very slowly.

That thought in his mind wasn't the only thing that clicked either. The cord keeping him from drifting away broke from being pulled so hard by the force around the hole. He desperately tried to change his trajectory, but he knew it was over. He was going to get engulfed by a black hole, and nobody was going to know how he disappeared. That was his last thought before the consumption. He felt the time and space shift as the hole absorbed his body, contorting it beyond recognition.

And after he was taken, the hole vanished along with the cloud.

It doesn't take long for the astronauts on the vessel to notice that their boss, along with the cloud, straight-up vanished. But what can they do? You can't arrange a search party in outer space. So they go back to Earth, empty-handed.

Almost a year has passed and everyone close to our main guy knows that he is dead. His family, friends, and coworkers have moved on from this (mostly). However, one day, word breaks out about this strange "black hole" spotted somewhere outside of a city.

The first time a black hole spawns directly on Earth.

It has also been reported that just after it spawned, a strange humanoid/cosmic figure emerged from it.

Before he came up with a name himself, people would call him "The Cosmic Horror", "The Vortex", and other related names.

...Anyways here's the wallpaper, as well as my vision of the wallpaper.