#and I won’t be able to shut up / control my body language

[iishmael]

I cant Sleep :( anxiety

[samandcolbyownme]

we've seen johnnie choking reader with his chain, what about the other way around

This one shot is going to contain a sexual scene of being choked with a chain necklace, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THAT.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, CHOKING w/a metal chain necklace, slightly dominant!reader, slightly sub!Johnnie, hair pulling, scratching, oral (both), unprotected sex, creampie, filth

Word count: 1.6k | unedited

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As you filled your fifth glass of wine, you heard the door open and close, followed by the sound of footsteps shuffling towards the kitchen.

“Oh, hey baby. Didn’t know you’d be up.” Johnnie walks over, his hand pressing to your hip as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek, “Sorry. Jake wouldn’t stop talking to people.”

“It’s okay.” You smile up at him, “I may have almost finished off that new bottle of wine.”

Johnnie glances over, picking up the empty bottle, “Baby. This bottle is empty.”

“Okay.” You sigh, unable to control your giggling, “Maybe I finished it.”

He laughs as he sets down the bottle, “So, what you’re telling me is that you’re in a fantastic mood.” He smirks at you and your eyes fixate on the metal chain around his neck, “You wore that out?”

You walk over as he looks down at his chest and he watches as you pick up the metal chain. He smirks, licking his lips, “Everytime I see I think of how fucking hot you look with it around your neck.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm, “Johnnie.”

“What?” He dips his head down, “Tell me. There’s something on that pretty little mind of yours.”

You look at him, closing the space between your lips and his hands grip your waist, walking you back towards the counter.

He lifts you up, setting you down as he moves between your knees. Your hand is currently wrapping the chain around your hand, slowly winding it up until your fingers brush his neck, “I want to do it to you.”

He swallows and you loosen the chain, “Only if you want to, baby.” He shakes his head, “You really are a freak.”

His lips crash back onto yours and his words are muffled, “Go ahead, sweetheart.”

You understood, slowly tightening the chain around his neck. You pause the kissing waiting for any kind of reaction from him but he just pulls you into him, lips on yours, “I need you naked for this.”

He pulls you down off of the counter and you keep a loose hold on the chain, leading him to the bedroom. You look back at him, smirking as you bite your lip and walk backwards through the doorway.

Johnnie groans, kicking the door shut behind him, “You’re killing me.” He reaches out for you waist but you put a hand on his chest, “It’s my turn, J.”

This was really getting to Johnnie, the chain, the choking, seeing you in control this time.

“Fuck, anything you say.” He nods and walks over and you turn, “But-“

“Keep the chain on. I know, baby.” He smirks at you as he slips his shirt off, his eyes on you as he waits for you to get rid of the nightgown you put on just for him.

You reach down, eyes on his as you bunch up the skirt part and pull it up over your head, leaving you completely naked for him.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” His eyes move up and down his body as he discards the rest of his clothes to the floor and lays on the bed.

You walk over, lip pulled between your teeth as you climb onto the bed. Johnnie he reaches up, his thumb untucking your lip, “Let me do that.”

He slides his hand to the side of your neck and into hair as you lean down to kiss him. You moan out, clenching around nothing as he slowly bites down onto your lip.

Your left hand moves down his body and your right up moves up to grab the chain that’s lying on his chest, “Do you trust me?”

Johnnie nods, “Of course I trust you, baby.” He pulls you in for another kiss and sighs as he pulls his head away, “Just don’t let Jake know about this. I’ll never be able to go to Hot Topic with him again.”

You laugh, nodding your head, “I won’t do it as hard as you do it to me.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He smirks and you smiles before leaning in to kiss down his neck as you wrap your hand around his cock.

He gasps as your touch, moaning when you start to stroke slowly, “Just tell me if it gets to be too much, m’kay?” You kiss back down his neck as he nods, moaning out a little louder when your grip on his cock tightens.

You sit up, glancing down at your hand before looking back up. Johnnie’s chest rises and falls fast, both with pleasure and anticipation.

You wrap the chain around your hand, slowly tightening it against his neck as the speed of your other hand picks up.

Johnnie gasps, groaning out as he bucks his hips. His arm is wrapped around your waist, gripping the flesh of your him while he balls up the blanket beneath him with the other, “Fuck, baby.”

You lean in to whisper into his ear, “Say please.”

He bucks his hips, gasping as you squeeze, “Please baby.”

You let go of the chain, turning your ass towards him as you lean down to lick a stripe up his cock. He groans, gripping your thigh with his hand, “Just.. sit on my face.”

Not pulling away from his cock, you swing your leg over his head and plant your knee next to it, moaning out as he pulls you down right away and sucks your clit.

You moan around him, rolling your hips as your eyes roll back. You pull away, taking a breath and moaning loudly before pushing your head down onto him, gagging slightly around him.

“Fuck.” He groans, earning another gag from you as he bucks his hips once more, “I need you.” He breathes out as he squeezes your leg, “Please, baby.”

You spin around, wiping the spit from your chin on your wrist, “What do you want, J? Hmm.” You straddle his lap as you wrap the chain around your hand.

You tighten it once more, but this time you do it a little harder.

You were nervous, but at the same time, you’ll do whatever Johnnie wanted, and vice versa.

He gasps out, lips parting as his eyes roll closed. You raise your brows, pussy clenching at the sight below you, “Johnnie.” You whine, “You’re so hot.”

You lean down, crashing your lips onto his. You reach down, slipping his cock into you and you both gasp, breaking the kiss as you sink down all the way onto him.

“Oh my god, Johnnie.” You moan out, forehead resting on his, “You feel so good.” You pull the chain up as he leans up to kiss you, twisting it tight against his neck.

He groans as you move your hips, slowly rolling them forward and back before getting into a steady bouncing rhythm.

“Baby.” Johnnie groans out, hand moving up to grip your hip, “You can tighten it.”

You nod, tighting the chain as you continue bouncing in his cock, moaning at the sight of the pleasure on his face, “Does it feel good, baby?”

“So fucking good.” He whispers out, “Fuckin’ love this pussy.” He slowly slides a hand up your back, dragging it down your arm that holding the chain.

His grip tightens around your wrist and he pushes your hand down to pin on the bed, gasping at the sudden tightness from the chain.

“Fuck Johnnie, I’m so close.” You whimper out, grinding your hips down onto his as your eyes stay glued to his face, moaning out loudly as you cum.

You dig your nails into his chest, using him to guide yourself through your high, “You make me feel so good.” You whisper as you loosen the chain, “So fucking good.”

Johnnie rolls you over, kisses up between your boobs as he reinserts his cock. You let out a moan, arching your back as your hand grasps onto the chain.

“Go ahead.” Johnnie whispers, lifting his head, “I love when you do it to me.”

You reach around, grabbing the chain and pulling it up from the back of his neck. You tighten it, hand resting on the side of his neck.

He moans, his thrusts growing sloppier by the minute, “Where do you want me?” He asks lowly and you shrug, tightening the chain, “Where ever you want, baby.”

He groans at your words, moving his head down when you pull him in for a kiss. His hips stutter and you feel his cock twitch inside of you, which earns a moan from you - it’s hot when he does it.

You let go of the chain, letting it dangle and lay on your chest, “Are you okay? I di-“

Johnnie cuts you off as he pulls out and lays next to you, “You were perfect.” He leans over, pecking your cheek as he takes your hand in his, “Is that why you drank a whole bottle of wine?”

“Yeah, I needed the confidence boost to ask you.” You laugh, “I didn’t think you’d say no, but then again. You never know.”

He pulls you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you, “No, my love. I am indeed a freak just like you.”

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I wrote this in one sitting. I hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading, I love you so much! 🖤

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[silverstar70]

Fandom: Criminal minds Character: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Author's note: English isn't my first language, i apologize for any mistakes. This is set after 10x21 ending.

Summary: Hotch finds a way to deal with what Mr.Scratch and Y/N is happy to help and comforts him.

Warnings: 🔞‼️estabilished relationship, smut, rough sex, vaginal sex, consensual sex, voice kink, praise kink, orgasm control, spanking, vaginal fingering, non consensual drug use, mind control, hurt/confort, blood and violence, character death

Words count: 5,466k Hope you like it and let me know what you think! Enjoy it!

What do you want?

Hotch was sitting in the ambulance with Dave near him. He was trying to get him to talk to know what had happened in that house before they arrived, but every attempt was wasted. Hotch seemed to be on another planet. Y/N walked away from Morgan and JJ and headed to the ambulance. When Rossi saw Y/N, he went up to her, leaving Hotch alone.

“He didn’t say anything. Maybe you’ll get luckier.”

“I’ll bring him home and talk to him” he nodded and kissed Y/N goodbye on her forehead before leaving her behind and joining the rest of the team. She walked to Hotch and offered him her hand.

“Let’s go home,” she said softly. He looked up to her for a moment with his eyes full of pain and sadness but didn’t say anything. He just took her hand tightly than she expected and got up, ready for her to bring him home.

The car ride was silent. It was like Hotch wasn’t even there, Y/N occasionally looked toward him just to make sure he was okay. She was sick worried and didn’t know what to do to help him.

“Jack is staying with Jessica tonight. I thought it was for the best” she informed him but only received a mumbled okay. She kept driving until they arrived at his building. Parked the car and went straight to his apartment.

Once inside, Y/N went to prepare something to eat for both of them while Hotch crushed on the couch still fully dressed. Neither of them was hungry but they hadn’t eaten anything since that morning. When she was done, she put a plate in front of him with some leftovers and scrambled eggs but he refused to eat.

“Hotch, babe, you need to eat something. At least try, please” he remained silent once again.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” she asked caressing his cheek but only got a no as an answer. An hour passed and he still hadn’t touched his food. Standing, leaning against the wall that separated the living room from the dining room, Y/N was watching Hotch laying on the couch with his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She wanted to help him but all he was doing was shutting her out.

“You don’t wanna talk. You don’t wanna eat. What do you wanna do, Aaron?”

After a moment he sat on the couch and looked at her with a smirk.

“I wanna fuck you until tomorrow morning. You won’t be able to walk later.” He said serious, and kept looking into her eyes.

“I’m serious Hotch” At that he stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards her, not leaving her look.

“So am I,” he said with a low voice. He stopped a few steps away from her and he stretched out his arms against the wall. Y/N was trapped between his body and the wall, and his arms prevented her from leaving.

He bent his head forward, resting his lips on hers, but she coolly returned the kiss. His stubbornness was driving her crazy and she didn’t wanna give up that easily but, slowly, pleasure began to take place in her body. Hotch kept softly kissing her down her neck.

“I wanna hear you moan my name, Y/N” his low voice was making her wetter than she would’ve liked to admit. She was holding back her moaning whenever he kissed her and his look full of lust was begging her to give up. “I wanna make you cum so many times. You’ll beg me to stop.”

He kissed her one more time down her neck and then caressed her cheek gently. She wanted him right there and he knew it. He bent near her ear, while one of his hands found place on her hip.

“Don’t resist me, baby.”

A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine. She took his head in her hands, paying attention to the wound on his cheekbone, and kissed him intensely for several moments. He squeezed her against his body grabbing her by the hips and she felt his erection pressing against her. She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around his waist without breaking the kiss. He moaned in the kiss while holding her under her cheekbutts.

"Fuck, I love you so much,” Hotch said against her lips as he carried her to the bedroom.

“Then show me” she replied provoking him. He hurried to the room, slamming the door behind him with his foot and slamming Y/N against it while still holding her. While her hands were in his hair, he kissed her roughly on her neck. She moaned softly and every time she did that, she felt his hardening cock under her.

Hotch pulled her away from the door and laid her on the bed, covering her body with his. His look was full of lust and craving, his eyes dark and intense. She was almost afraid of it, yet excitement kept growing for them both.

A hand slipped under her sweater, and her body recoiled at his cold touch. He slipped off her sweater and threw it away, revealing her naked chest. She started to unblock his belt while he was kissing her leaving hickeys all over her chest and neck. She then started working on his shirt, which she slipped off and dropped to the ground. He unbuttoned her jeans and slowly slipped them down her legs, not letting her gaze go.

“You’re perfect” he whispered to himself. She was enjoying the view of him standing at the end of the bed, in all his beauty, and unintentionally she began biting her lower lip. He also removed her panties before settling between her legs. He was covering her body with his once again and bent on her leaving wet kisses on her neck. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands started traveling along his strong back.

“You’ll do everything I say, including when cumming” he whispered in her ear while one of his hands slipped between their body reaching her center.

“And what if I don’t listen?” Y/N answered back with a provoking smile. Hotch roughly pushed two fingers inside her, as deep as he could taking her by surprise. He started to move them in circle making her gasp while enjoying the look of pure pleasure on her face.

“You don’t wanna find out” he began to move faster, going deeper and deeper. He was enjoying himself watching her orgasm starting to build but didn’t wanna give her one so soon, he slowed down making her groan.

“You still have your pants on,” she said between moans.

“Don’t worry about it” he kissed her roughly on the lips before pulling out his fingers and tasting her. “I wanna please you before I destroy you.”

He pushed back his finger inside and began to move faster, building her orgasm. She moaned loudly and soon his other hand was on her mouth to stop her from being loud. She was so close to cum and he was torturing her.

“Please Hotch” she lamented.

“Please what? I didn’t say yet you can cum.” he kept going faster, back and forth. He was building her orgasms once again and she was desperate. She needed the release. He knew she was close; he was feeling it how she was clenching around him.

“Hold still.” She did what she was told but was failing, he decided to give in. “Cum for me, babe.”

She moaned out loud as a wave of pleasure was leaving her. She arched her back with Hotch’s fingers still inside her but he didn’t stop and started to move his finger again riding her orgasm. In mere seconds, she was close again.

“One more time, Y/N” he ordered in a low voice. That damn voice. She felt weak every time he used it. She came hard and loud for the second time that evening. Y/N felt like her body was leaving her and her mind went black. She loved how he made her feel, she loved even more how he made her cum.

When she calmed down, he pulled his fingers out and kissed her forehead softly. He got up from the bed and disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds coming back with Y/N bathrobe’s belt. He took off his boxers and climbed on the bed pulling apart her legs so he could stand in between.

“Now, I wanna fuck you. And you won’t be able to touch me.”

That bastard. He knew she loved touching him, feeling his muscles tensing under her hands. He tied her wrists, not tight to hurt but tight enough to block her, and pinned them over her head with one hand. With his free hand, he slid his cock inside her, deep. They both groaned at the feeling.

Giving her very little time to adjust to his size, he started moving fast and deep for a severe measure of time. Holding her tight by her wrists, he bent over her groaning in her ears knowing she loved it. She was getting wetter and wetter and felt her orgasm building in her stomach. She was clenching around him which gave him a lot of pleasure, and he let her know by groaning louder.

“Aaron, please” she moaned “I-I’m close.”

He stopped and put a hand around her throat, without tightening.

“You’re not gonna cum yet.”

He pulled himself up and started fucking her again, going harder and deeper every time. With a devilish smile on his face, he was looking down at his lover being overwhelmed by pleasure and completely at his mercy. He loved her so much, he loved how she was letting him use her in that moment.

She was a strong and independent woman and never in a million years she would bend over a man's wants. But when it came to him, that was a different story. She loved to be dominated by him in bed and he loved doing it.

“My God, Aaron. P-please let me cum” she tried to say between moanings. With each thrust, she felt losing control over her body. He grabbed her hips tightly and moved faster, ready to give her all the pleasure. Giving her a nod, that was all the permission she needed to cum.   

“Oh, fuck” she cried out loud, almost losing her voice. Hotch slowed down but didn’t stop until she calmed down once again. He bent to kiss her gently on her soft lips as to remind her, her Aaron was still there.

The belt around her wrist had tightened too much due to her squirming so he quickly untied her and started caressing her wrist. She noticed the worry on his face and grabbed his head between her hands pulling him down, over her body, and kissed him again.

“I’m fine, honey” Y/N reassured him with a soft voice looking into his beautiful hazel eyes.

“You sure?” she nodded and received a quick kiss from him “Good. Because I’m not done”

He stood from the bed and helped Y/N do the same. Without giving her time to say anything, he quickly bent her over the bed pulling her legs apart. Standing behind her, he pulled her hips onto him and entered hard and deep inside her.

“You’ll be a good girl and not cum until I said so. Understood?” he asked her and when she didn't answer right away, he slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp "Understood?"

“Yes, yes I understood” she replied in excitement and a little pain. She was sure she had his handprint on her butt but couldn’t care less.

“Good girl” she could imagine the grin he had on his face. He started pounding her again from behind, holding her hips tight. He was groaning in pleasure not afraid of being loud for her to hear it. She loved hearing him moaning, it was so erotic and greeting to know he was comfortable enough to not hold back.

The room was filled with their skin slapping against each other and their loud moaning. She was holding tight on the sheets to try to control her body and wait for him to give her the permission to cum. She was close, so damn close.

“Don’t. Cum.”

“P-please, Hotch” Y/N begged whispering, not being able to control her body anymore. He stopped abruptly, taking a breath, and giving her time to cool down. He bent over Y/N and started kissing her spine, from the lower back up to the back of her neck.

She shivered at the feeling, he was kissing her like she was the most precious thing made of glass. Hotch loved being rough with her but being able to connect just by simple touches, soft kisses, and small talking was something he would always love more.

“Cum with me” he whispered softly in her ear and she nodded. He stood one more time and interlocked their fingers taking her hands behind her back. He moved faster back and forth, never leaving her hands. Every thrust was perfectly placed, knowing full well what the effects on her body were.

She was craving the orgasm and Hotch couldn't take it anymore. She was clenching around him and he was fighting to gain some control. Seconds later she came hard followed by him.

“Oh God!” they groaned in unison. He released her hands and kissed her shoulder, gently caressing her side with his fingertips.

“Wait here” he whispered and gave her one last peck on her back before pulling out slowly, she gasped at the loss of contact but didn’t move. He quickly disappeared into the bathroom and soon she heard the water running.

“Let’s take a quick shower” he suggested reentering the room. Helping her get up, Hotch saw she was walking funny and smiled to himself.

“Don’t laugh. Aaron”

“I wouldn’t dare it” She walked past him with a death stare and headed to the bathroom while he was enjoying seeing the effects of the previous performance on her. Hotch suppressed a laugh and followed her.

They entered together in the shower with the water running on their body. No sexual touch was shared just soft petting, tender kisses, and so much love and admiration. He gently caressed the handprint he left on her ass while kissing her soft lips. Her hands were running throw his hair pulling him closer.

“Hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“No. I liked it” She smiled and his lips were on her once again.

They finished showering and went back to the bedroom where they put some clothes on. He was only in boxers and she was wearing one of his t-shirts and her panties. They climbed under the cover, with Y/N on his right side, tangled to each other.

With her head on his chest, Y/N could feel his strong heartbeat. It had always calmed her on the bad days, whenever she felt down, he was ready to comfort her and hugged her tight on his chest. It became a habit to fall asleep listening to his heartbeat and he was happy that it worked.

Before going to sleep, Y/N needed to make sure he was okay. She knew he wouldn’t want to talk but she hoped that after the amazing sex, he was more willing to do it.

“It was amazing” he broke the silence while playing with her hair.

“It really was” She looked up to him and smiled. Careful to his wound, she caressed gently his left cheek and looked for some sign of discomfort but didn’t notice any.

“It still hurts?” she worried. Hotch took her hand and gently kissed her palm before answering.

“Not much”

“Good. So…” she started carefully “Do you wanna talk about what happened tonight?”

“No” he answered back without thinking twice. She didn’t insist and let it go. Y/N knew he was scared and that he would have talked whenever was ready, but she also wanted to let him know that she was there for him, for the good and the bad.

“I don’t wanna force you, just know that I’m here for you. Whatever you need.” He nodded and went back to staring at the ceiling while softly petting her side. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, neither of them could sleep. He was too overwhelmed by what had happened that night and she was too worried that if she closed her eyes something bad would happen to him, again.

“He made me see things,” he mumbled after sitting on the side of the bed, with his back to Y/N. He was resting the head between his hands trying to control the tears that were ready in his eyes. He soon felt Y/N’s arms hugging him from behind and smiled when she kissed the back of his head.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s over now” he took a deep breath and kept going as she moved sitting near him, and turned to him.

“You guys were all death. You died because of me” Her heart broke at seeing him so vulnerable and hurt. One of Y/N’s hands was running toward his hair, while the other was caressing his hand. She was looking at him with a worried sight.

“What happened in that house, Hotch?” she asked carefully.

“I was sitting on the floor in the office, hurt and drugged. You went in separately a-and…” he paused for a second, scared to relive those moments “JJ and Reid were the first to die. He took them by surprise, they couldn't even defend themselves. Then he killed Rossi and Morgan”

He looked toward her and she saw all the pain in his eyes. He watched his team die in front of him but Y/N knew he wasn’t done. She wiped the tear that had fallen on his cheek and smiled softly when he kissed her knuckles.

“What happened later?” his eyes were glassy once again. He took him a few seconds before answering that.

“He killed you” he looked down, between his feet, not being able to bear her look at the moment “You had found me. You were there in front of me w-when he shot you. He shot you twice and your blood was all over me. I couldn’t help you. I couldn’t help any of you.”

Y/N hugged him tightly to her chest to make him feel her presence. He broke down and started crying in her arms pulling her even closer if possible. He needed to feel her, to make sure she was there in his arms and that it was real.

“It’s over. I’m right here, honey” Y/N tried to reassure him the best she could, caressing his back the way she knew he liked. Hotch calmed down after a few minutes and pulled out from the hug to look at her.

“It was so real. Watching you and the team die. The thought of watching my team die always scared me and now I get to see what it would look like. I know it’s a risk of the job but…I can’t lose you Y/N. Or the team. Not the way I lost Haley.”

“He got into your head. It was what he wanted, taking control. But you don’t have to let him do it again. We arrested him, it’s over. Don’t give him more power. I’m so sorry you had to go through that and I’m sorry I’ve arrived too late but please never doubt yourself.” She stopped for a moment to kiss him hard on the lips and to wipe away another tear from his cheek.

“You’re an amazing team leader, you always have your team’s back. They count on you, they respect you but more than this, they trust you, Aaron. As a leader, of course, but also as a friend. I know how you're feeling, I’ve been there too but I’m sure that when the time comes, you’ll do everything in your power to protect your team.”

Without hesitation, he leaned over to close the gap between them and kissed her lips holding her head in his strong hands. He deepened the kiss wanting to feel more of her. Laying her back on the bed, he was over her once again, but this time felt different. He just wanted to feel her close, nothing sexual, just a pure connection and innocent kisses and touches.

“Wanna go for it again?” Y/N joked.

“No. Just wanna cuddle” he answered honestly and she nodded. They climbed under the covers one more time spooning, and Hotch wrapped her in a tight hug around her waist holding her impossibly closer to him.

His mind was playing games with him and it would take a while to move on, but right there he was in peace. He had in his arms one of two of the most important people in his life. She was alive and safe and that was the only thing that mattered to him. He fell asleep minutes after her with a smile on his face.

*

The next morning, she woke up to his soft snoring and turned toward him after checking the time. The light of the sun coming through the window was still weak so they could stay in bed for a few more hours but no matter how much she tried she could not stay in bed anymore. Careful not to wake him, she headed quickly to the bathroom and then straight to the kitchen. Y/N was planning to make Hotch some homemade blueberry pancakes that she knew he would love.

She found everything she needed and prepared on the kitchen counter. There was always food at Hotch’s, unlike at hers. She was barely at home, not just because she practically lived with the Hotcners but mostly because she was always at work if she wasn’t with them.

She always put her job first, that was how she grew up. Y/N traveled a lot since she was a kid due to her parent’s job and then when she joined the Navy she just kept traveling around the world. She never had a place to call home, just empty houses. Never stayed in the same city for more than a few years and she was okay with it. She was more than happy to keep living like that and then she met Hotch.

For the first time in a long time, she stopped traveling and had a place that felt like home. It wasn’t easy at first, she wasn’t used to it but for Hotch was worth a try. She was enjoying her new life; she still had her job but it didn’t require her to travel that much anymore.

While thinking about her life, she finished preparing the pancakes and an hour or so had passed. She headed back into the bedroom and stopped in her tracks looking at Hotch. He looked peaceful and vulnerable and the sheet, that only covered him to his waist, left his scarred torso exposed.

She knew what had happened with Foyet but that hadn’t changed her feelings for him and she made sure to remind him how much she loved him and how sexy and handsome he was. He hardly believed he was sexy or handsome but secretly loved when Y/N told him.

She climbed back in the bed, carefully to not wake him, and stayed in silence for a few minutes just enjoying the view. She started placing a few soft kisses down his neck getting a low groan from him, she moved on the shoulder before straddling him. He opened his eyes slowly, even though his body was betraying him, and fully awake.

She leaned down to kiss his lips, attentively placing one hand on his wounded cheekbone. His hands through her hair were pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. She felt his body react under her and smiled at the sensation.

“Good morning, Agent Hotchner”

“Good morning, Lieutenant Y/L/N”

“I made pancakes” she informed him.

“It can wait,” he said smirking and without giving her time to reply, he rolled them over ending on top of her. She gasped at the sudden move but wasn’t complaining. His hands were wandering under her t-shirt, touching her tits and making her moan. Immediately he took it off and threw it away somewhere across the room.

He bent to kiss her neck and went down on her chest taking a nipple in his mouth and massaging the other. She arched her back and groaned at the feeling. He was good with his hands. He continued his way down her body, leaving wet kisses here and there on her torso. Once he got to her entrance, he moved her panties to the side and slipped a single finger into her wetness.

“You’re so wet, baby” she groaned begging him to do something, anything. He started moving slowly back and forth doing small circles but stopping right before the release. He wanted to savor the moment and had planned to do it by edging her.

“Aaron please?” she lamented pulling on his hair.

“Not yet”

He moved his finger up on her clit and began circling it, fastening the pace to his own liking, doing smaller and smaller circles but stopping as soon as she got too close to the edge. He began his assault with his tongue too making her moan at the sudden contact. Sucking hard for a few minutes before sliding two fingers inside her making it even more difficult for her not to come right away. Y/N was almost dripping as he was using his fingers to fuck her. When she begged for him, he stopped moving again.

“You bastard” she mumbled to herself. His erection was growing just by hearing her moaning. He needed to be inside her as much as she needed him. He went back over to her, she took his head and pulled him in for a kiss. Y/N could taste herself on his lips and moaned.

“I wanna make love with you, Y/N” he whispered against her lips. She smiled nodding, giving him the permission he needed before he slowly slid into her. Her body reacted like it was the first time like he hadn’t fucked her senseless the night before. They groaned in unison.

He started going slow and deep, making her moan loudly for hitting all the right spots. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist to give him a better angle to go deeper.

“Oh God, baby” he groaned in her ear, feeling her get tighter around him. He started moving faster pounding her deeper, sending her over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” He didn’t stop, riding her orgasm to give her one more. She was holding onto his shoulders scratching them with her nails, as pleasure was overwhelming her body. He was groaning into her neck trying to gain some control.

“I-I’m close…” she came again within seconds and with a few more thrusts he came deep inside her, groaning loudly.

“Oh yes, baby” he rolled off her and laid on the bed, both trying to catch their breath. He pulled her on his chest and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. They stayed in bed for a little while, planning what to do in the next few days, deciding what to tell Jack about his father's wound and forgetting soon about the pancakes. The silence of the room was broken by Hotch’s stomach rumbling and they both laughed.

“There was a mention of pancakes, was it?”

“Oh yeah! They’re waiting for you. And so are the blueberries” he smiled widely at her at the mention of his favorite fruit. They headed together to the kitchen after putting some clothes on. While Hotch was sitting at the counter, Y/N was assembling their plates. Three pancakes each, with a few more blueberries on top and maple syrup.

“Don’t look at me like that, Hotchner.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to fuck me right here, right now.” he laughed at the comment as she put the plate in front of him and sat in the chair next to his.

“I was just thinking how much I like this, having you around.” she blushed and smiled.

“I like this too. I like even more making you and Jack blueberry pancakes in the morning and spending the days with you. I never thought I would love this lifestyle but now I can’t live without it.” He smiled and took her hand in his to kiss it tenderly.

“I love you, Y/N”  

“I love you too, Aaron”

They shared another intense kiss when Hotch’s stomach rumbling interrupted.

“Now let’s eat because I’m starving.”

Once they finished, Hotch washed the plates while Y/N was sitting at the counter enjoying the view of his perfect ass and the way his t-shirt was perfectly hugging his back and biceps. She was daydreaming and didn’t notice that Hotch was done.  

“Now who’s the one with the “I wanna fuck you” look?” he moved back near her while mocking her and sat on the chair.

“Wait here” She disappeared into the bedroom and came back with a few stuffs he couldn’t identify and put them on the counter. “We need to clean your wound.”

Right. He had forgotten about it, but he didn’t have the time to protest that she was already standing between his legs with disinfectant and gauze in hand. She was quick and careful before putting a small band-aid on it. She kissed him on his forehead before starting to massage his temple, because she knew he needed but was too stubborn to ask.

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome. Just ask me whenever you need it”

“I-I meant…Thank you for being my rock, for respecting my boundaries, and for not forcing me to talk about last night. I could’ve done it without you. But I need to tell you something.”

“What?” she asked a bit worried.

“I didn’t have sex with you last night because I wanted to have sex but because I wanted to have control over something. I needed to have control over something. Peter Lewis made me feel so powerless and weak, he got into my head and used my biggest fear against me, and I was blocked, I couldn’t do anything to stop him. You were there and sex was the only thing I thought could’ve given me back some sort of control.”

He stopped and searched for some kind of reaction from Y/N but found none.

“I’m so sorry. I should have talked to you instead.”

Silence filled the room; she was still standing between him. Hotch was expecting the worst, you had every right to get mad and could’ve blamed you. For sure, he wasn’t expecting what happened next.

“Did it work?” the question took him off guard and gave her a questioning look. “The sex. Did it give you some control back?”

“Yes. For a little while at least”

“Then you don’t have anything to apologize for. If sex was what you needed, I’m happy I was there.”

“But..” he started but she interrupted

“No buts. You didn’t force me to do anything if this is what you’re worrying about. I was completely fine with it; it was what you needed. And I knew that if I ever felt uncomfortable you would’ve stopped right away, without even asking you. Am I right?”

“Of course. I would never hurt you intentionally.”

“Good” Y/N leaned quickly to kiss his lips and caressed his cheek “You’re a good man, Aaron Hotchner. Never doubt it.”

“Thank you”

“But if you ever forget it, I’ll be happy to remind you. In every way I see fit.”

He laughed and pulled her closer to him to share a passionate kiss, there in the kitchen. Oh, how much he loved that woman, never in a million years he thought he would’ve been so lucky. He had this beautiful woman in his arms who loved him as much as he loved her, and this scared him because he didn’t want to ruin things.

For a moment his mind went to Jack and thought of how much they’ve liked each other from the very first moment. Hotch loved watching the two of them interacting, Jack loved having her around. Sometimes it still felt like a dream, but it was very real. Y/N was there, and she was his. Well not yet, but one day he was going to marry that woman.

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Haunted Dark Bridal ☽ Genteiban DVD Mini Drama Translation ☽ Side Story IV (Ayato, Reiji, Subaru)

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS 限定版 SPECIAL DISK VI Side Story IV Voiced by Midorikawa Hikaru (Ayato), Konishi Katsuyuki (Reiji), Kondō Takashi (Subaru) English translation by @otomehonyaku Click here for the audio (thank you to @uzi-boozii for providing the audio!)

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With this translation, all the Haunted Dark Bridal mini drama have been translated! The three mini drama that came with the second season of the anime, More,Blood, are up next ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Please look forward to them!

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[The scene begins after Subaru fed on Yui in the rose garden.]

00:00 [A loud crash sounds in the distance.]

Ayato: Subaru, what’d I always tell you? It’s way too noisy when you use so much force. Tch. Oh? This scent…? Subaru. Did you suck her blood? What’re you up to, gettin’ your hands on things that aren’t yours?

[Ayato shoves Subaru.]

Subaru: Shut up. She’s not just yours, Ayato. When the fuck was that decided?

A: If Yours Truly says it’s mine, then it is.

S: Heh. Keep on babbling.

A: The fuck did you say? Subaru. Who do you think you’re talking to?

S: Her blood isn’t your property, nor is it anyone else’s. It doesn’t matter who feeds on her.

A: Like hell it doesn’t!

[Ayato grabs Subaru by the collar.]

A: Listen up. Don’t bite her again without my permission. If you do, I’ll fuck you up.

S: Go ahead and try.

[Ayato lets Subaru go.]

S: Besides, I’m not the only one who’s after her blood. Anyone in the vicinity would want to taste her and make her theirs when her blood smells like that.

A: Anyone in the vicinity? Who the fuck else’s after Pancake?

S: Tch. You’re dense, as always.

A: Shut up and answer my question!

S: Fuck off.

A: You asshole!

Reiji: What is going on here? The two of you are too loud. Fighting and bickering like children. It would do you good to think rationally for once, but that begs the question whether your simple minds even know what the word ‘rational’ means…

A: Reiji. I don’t even know what you’re yapping about, but Subaru went ahead and got his filthy hands on my Pancake.

S: Heh. Is that all you can say now, Ayato? Stop repeating the same idiotic thing.

A: The fuck?

R: Ah, Subaru, mind your words. Ayato is right to be upset.

A: See? I told ya!

R: Besides, Ayato. You are the elder brother here, so please keep yourself in check.

A: Fuck off! Don’t order me around!

R: You too, Subaru. You broke the door again, I see… Please refrain from recklessly destroying our things.

02:27 S: What? What’re you meddling in my business for now?

R: I must.

A: And why’s that? Don’t you always tell us to solve our brotherly issues by ourselves?

R: Indeed. That is the case under normal circumstances. However, these are no circumstances for petty brotherly quarrels.

A: What do you mean?

R: Ah. I expected the two of you to already know, but… Ayato. Subaru. Would you look at yourselves in the mirror?

S: Huh?

A: Why?

[Ayato and Subaru look in the mirror. They are surprised by their reflections.]

R: Do you understand now? Your irises are bright-red. You are acting on the unconscious and you are no longer able to control your vampiric impulses.

A: How’d this happen?

S: This makes no sense…

R: It cannot be helped. Her blood is at fault.

S: So that means it’s true. Her awakening is near. 

R: It seems that way.

03:42 A: That makes sense, then. It’s completely different from when she first came here. Even when I only drank a little of her blood, I could feel the power coursing through my body. Almost as if my body wasn’t my own.

S: Yeah. I’ve never tasted blood like hers before. She’s damn near irresistible.

A: Hehe. I won’t hand her over to anyone else. I’ve never felt so strongly that Pancake’s blood is mine. 

S: Never, really? It doesn’t sound any different from what you usually say. You’re just raising hell as you always do.

A: Subaru. You’re pretty cocky for the baby brother of the family. Stop complaining about everything I say.

S: 'Cocky'? That’s lame.

R: Hold on, you two. Subaru. You said she is irresistible. Irresistible how, exactly?

S: Huh? Tch… I want to make her mine, but… there’s something about her blood that’s making me think that way.

R: I see. 

A: That’s the reason? Laito and Kanato tried to pick a fight with me for the same reason. So that means her blood’s driving all of us mad?

R: That seems to be the case. Her blood, so close to awakening, is strong enough to drive us mad. And the ones who know that full well are Richter… and Cordelia.

05:30 A: What?

S: Richter’s been here often lately. So that’s why?

A: They’re scheming something?

R: The fact that Richter showed up right around the time of her awakening is suspicious. It simply cannot be a coincidence. Whatever he is scheming, we cannot let the two of them do as they please. Besides… I wonder whether Richter and Cordelia even share the same goal. They might not. We must find out.

A: So Richter is doing that bitch’s bidding. They probably have the same goal.

R: I wonder about that, because if they share the same goal, they are certainly beating around the bush.

S: They wouldn’t be working together if they didn’t share the same goal, right?

R: If they shared a larger goal, even superficially, they could simply be siding with each other as allies. Well, whatever the case, they came to the Sakamaki house even though they have no reason to be here, so if their scheme involves us, I will not stand idly by.

A: I don’t give a shit about what they’re scheming, but the thought of letting them do as they please really pisses me off.

S: Yeah.

07:03 R: It seems as though you still have not realised the gravity of the situation, Ayato. This is not a matter of this house. It is a Sakamaki family matter.

S: What’s that, Reiji? Are you telling us to improve our brotherly relationship?

A: That’s clearly impossible. D’you eat something strange, Reiji?

R: Not at all. I should not have to tell you this, but of all people, I should know. I am all for solving issues by myself, but in this case, there is no time.

S: Huh?

R: She is just about to awaken.

S: Well, we know that.

R: Take a look.

[Reiji opens the curtains.]

R: A moon this red… I have never seen it before.

S: A blood moon…

R: Whatever the case, we must make a move quickly. Her awakened blood has us at her mercy. It takes all reason away from us. It even poses the danger of making us lose control of ourselves.

S: That’s because no sacrificial bride has ever lived to see her awakening until now. Are you saying we have no idea what we’re up against?

08:26 R: That, too, must be part of Richter and Cordelia’s plan. To make us brothers fight over her awakened blood and lure us into killing one another. It takes away the need for them to get their hands dirty.

A: Hm. Seems like something they’d cook up.

S: Richter only needs to drive Cordelia out of this mansion, though.

A: That’s difficult with that bitch on his side.

R: Heh, indeed. So long as they are limited to this mansion, we must exploit that limitation.

A: Exploit it how?

R: Considering that they are too incompetent to accomplish anything, it seems quite extreme for the Sakamaki family to be their target. I know a way–my own, personal way–to make them regret it.

S: Heh. That sounds just the same as your complaining. I also feel a big change coming on, though. However, that doesn’t mean I’ll get along with you. I’ll do this my own way.

A: Hey, Subaru. Where’re you going?

[Subaru leaves the room.]

09:45 A: Huh. He straight-up ignored me. He pisses me off. Fuck. Ah, I’m fucking parched…

R: Did you not feed on her just now? Is her blood really driving us mad after all?

[Ayato starts to walk away.]

R: Ayato. Where are you going?

A: Fuck off. Where I’m goin’ is none of your business.

[Ayato leaves the room.]

R: Good grief. It seems impossible for us brothers to work together. Oh, well. I have never put much faith in their strength to begin with. I will do this my own way.

[Reiji heads into his laboratory. He is brewing something.]

R: If I can succeed in making this tincture, then… Heh. I will not let them do with her as they please any longer.

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“Y/N, where are you taking me?”

"Just come in, J," Y/N said, closing and locking the door behind us. As the door clicked shut, the party noise downstairs became muted. 

Y/N tried a few times to drag me out of the party, but our friends kept interrupting our chat, so the very best thing she could think of was to lock us in a bathroom. I thought for some reason we were about to have a fight, but to my surprise, Y/N grabbed the back of my head and brought my mouth to hers. I have no idea what’s happening but I’m definitely into it.

“You look so fucking sexy with this pirate costume J,” She says in between kisses “The entire night, I can only think about you,”

“That’s what this is all about?” 

“Yes Maybank, I need you,”

“Well, since you’re a…vampire, instead of sucking my blood…you can suck my dick,” I joked

“You think I would find this funny, but I actually loved the invitation, anything for you baby,” She says sinking to her knees.

Annnnnd, my dick is hard as a rock.

I’m mesmerized by the view, Y/N is hot by nature, but seeing her in a costume, in a fucking lace black short costume on her knees, it’s paradise. She unzips my pants and wraps her fingers around me playing with her thumb in the tip of my dick.

My eyes roll to the top of my head at that first gentle stroke. “You don’t have to do this baby, we go home and I can fuck you properly” I mumble. “This is more fun,” Y/N affirmed. She rubs more slow circles around the tip of my cock. Dear God, I’m trying, but since she insisted…

“Shall we put this mouth to better use then?” I asked with a smirk on my lips.

Without saying anything, Y/N’s wet warm lips close around my shaft, her tongue doing that swirl that makes me lean and grab the sink. “Fuuuuck,” I breathe out a moan. She peers up with a satisfied smile. “You okay up there?” 

“More than okay baby, I’m in heaven,” I respond

If it wasn’t a fucking pleasure already, Y/N makes the most sexy noises as she deepens her movements. She bobs her head up and down in a quicker pace, my hips move before I can stop them as I feel the back of her throat.

Y/N locks her eyes on me, she cups my ball with her hand while the other one rests and digs her nails in my naked thigh. My breath is out of control. It’s way too intoxicating, she could ask me for anything that at this point, I would do it. I love this girl.

"You’re doing s’good princess,” I groan

A sudden shock hits me when I feel her take me out of her mouth and lower herself, her tongue running a wet line at my ball. I could feel my legs weaken. Jesus, this is fucking intense. And it doesn’t stop. She tortures me with her tongue and jerks my cock firmly. Shit, shit, shit I won’t last long.

My balls tighten, my throat became dry as she sucks me again, I manage to say “I’m gonna- I’m close baby…really close,”

The wet sounds fill the room, Y/N keeps hollowing her cheeks around me, she takes turns in between sucking and licking.

“Come for me, baby…I want to taste you,” Her voice sounded more like a whine, in seconds I’m in her mouth again. Her pace is desperate and my mind is not able to form any thought. She gently squeezes my balls again, I can feel her finger massaging a spot that unexpectedly sends an electric feel to my spine. Not gonna lie, that feels phenomenal.

I sink my hand in her hair as she gives my dick a long, hard suck. Teasing her finger deeper, I go off like a firework. I gasp for air and come to the sounds of her moans. Her mouth is wide open as she swallows each tiny contraction milking pleasure from my body until I’m nothing but a mindless mess leaning on the wall.

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Love ur NSFW headcanon for Rorke! Never really interested with him till I read ur work!! If u don't mind, could u make one for Keegan?

Keegan Russ NSFW Headcanons

A/N: In keegan we trust.

Word count: 1.5k

I’m just saying, if he ever said “damn kid, who taught you how to do that” I’d actually just lose all my cool and faint. This man’s voice is the epitome of italics

This man may have the hardest shell, but in truth Keegan is a sap. Denial is a river in Egypt, YOUR HUSBANDS A SAP! 

No but truly, he will love you with everything he’s got. And although he may not be able to express it very well outwardly, you can always tell by the way he looks at you. His favourite thing to do is look at you, study you and make you react to things.

This man loves to hold you. His hands are strong and rough and calloused, he loves how they show his hard work and strength and he most definitely loves using them on you. To grip your thighs, your hands, your hair, your neck, your waist, you name it. 

He feels the most confident in his control over his hands and fingers, so he loves to tease and finger you. 

That being said, he also loves the way your hands are the complete opposite to his. smaller and softer, it makes him want to work harder to keep them that way. I think he’d have such an obsession with you giving him handjobs. 

He’d dream of catching you in the act of getting yourself off so he’d be able to join you. Getting each other off at the same time. 

He thinks about whether he would edge you until you came with him or try to make you come as soon as possible and keep going just because he can. He’s definitely thought about being a little goblin and saying you’ll cum together, then pulling away at the last minute. 

He will also kiss the centre of your palm as a form of public affection. 

His movements are always cool, calm and deliberate. He’s alway thinking about where to place his fingers. His kisses are neat, down your jaw and neck he’s kissing to leave a mark or travelling to his next destination. 

And you’ll know what kind of mood he’s in by the way he fucks. If he’s riled up, he plans out deep, rough thrusts. Harder rather than faster. He’ll pump in rough, watching the way your body bounces, your eyes squeezing themself shut as your breath is thrown out of you with a sigh or a choke. Then he’ll take his time pulling out, letting out a strained breath, often forgetting to breathe.

(This man’s love language is an act of service, I won’t take criticism on this. But I feel like if you kept a hand on his chest, monitoring his heart beat or his breath and reminded him to breathe, he would just be so over the moon giddy). 

Whereas, if he’s all passionate and sentimental, he’ll rock into you. Holding your hips and moving you with him. I think he'd love it if you took him this way, him sitting back on his knees, you sitting on his thighs. He’d pray you’ll wrap your arms around his neck as you rest your foreheads together. Keeping your chests pressed onto each other, feeling your little gasps and the vibrations of every moan you let out.

This man also seems like the kind of guy that would love to lay on his side, whether you're on your back or side as well. 

“Atta girl. That’s it.”

I read a fanfic once (If I find it, I’ll link it here) where he slow dances with the reader and she teases him. “What would your team think if they saw you like this?” I: 

1. 100% believe this man loves to slow dance with his partner. Think after he’s taken you out to a nice dinner and returned home, you’ve kicked off your heels and the two of you just sway to music in the dim living room. 

And 2. Believe that if you said that to him, it would set off something feral within him. He definitely has the capability to pound away at you but I think he has too much self control. You’d have to really tease and pull it out of him and show him you want it so bad. 

I think out of all of the ghosts, he’d be the hardest to pull out any kind of intense dominance. I feel like he has the strongest mentality that you die first and foremost for the mission, so he tries to keep as little emotional strings attached to people as possible (Especially after Ajax’s death). So if he did have a partner, it would have to be someone he cares about so so deeply and would want to show that love to constantly.

He checks in with you alot. It’s habitual. If you grunt at a hard thrust he’ll whisper a quiet little “you doing alright love?” If you react favourably to something he does to you, he’d say “You like that? Mmm?” He’ll constantly be purring in your ear without even knowing the kind of effect it has on you. 

Some days, he’ll get home and see you sitting on the couch. In a matter of seconds, he’s already thought out a plan to get you into bed. When he’ll sit down, where he’ll touch you and he’ll anticipate your every response.

The game plan is usually to sit next to you like he’s just had the roughest day, rest his head on the back of the lounge and wait until you climb on top of him and say “let me help you with that baby.”  

If he’s fired up some days, he’ll just put you over his shoulder and take you to the bedroom. Most of the time though, he’ll pick you up and make you straddle him right there on the lounge. 

Keegan also seems to be able to handle(let's be honest, bottle) his emotions the best on the team so I feel like he’d absolutely love just relaxing and cuddling with you. You are the only person he can really strip down to his most vulnerable and he’ll take advantage of that every chance he can. You are his self care. 

When he’s alone at night after a rough day, he’ll only ever think of having a bath with you. Lighting a couple candles, putting in that soapy rainbow thing you always buy that smells like lavender and having you sit between his legs. 

Your warm, soft skin against his chest, hair tickling his nose. The way your eyelashes flutter every time his hands graze your waist. He’ll be mesmerised by your parted lips letting out soft huffs of air, your chest raising in and out of the opaque water as his fingers fiddle with you. The water giving him a good grip to just play with your clit as long as you let him. 

He loves most when you play with his hair. Everything about it he adores. When your fingers twirl around a small tuft, when your nails lightly scrape along his scalp, the soft noise is like asmr to him. This is both when you make love and just in general. When watching tv, when in the car, when at a restaurant. He always wants you to do it and he will always think about you doing it. 

Again if he’s laying in bed at the end of a rough day and is away with you, he might run his own fingers through his hair and pretend it’s you. When he’s desperate enough, he’ll do it when he has to jerk off. He knows he looks like an idiot when he does it but with such a clouded mind, it does absolute wonders in making his hand feel like yours. 

So the lesson learnt today is that if you’re with Keegan, you’ll have to learn pretty quickly how to style his hair. 

Keegan is also a big cockwarmer. Especially if he’s just come in you and is drifting off into a nap, he’d roll onto his back and hold you close to his chest. But also if he’s going over work or you’re going over work and just need to feel close. A relationship with Keegan very much seems like a ‘doing your own thing together’ kind of dynamic most of the time. 

Not nsfw but if you’re not in the military and he’s out on a mission, he or anyone else who knows about you is not allowed to even mutter your name let alone refer to you. Especially if you have children. There's no way he’s taking even the slightest risk of you being found. It might sound cruel to some extent but he is an incredibly disciplined man and the love he feels for you is so deep that to him, this is the only way he’ll truly know that you’re safe. So much so that Walker’s boys don’t even know he has a partner. 

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Mateless Mate (Part 2)

Summary: Three months after getting together, the reader experiences Dean’s rut for the first time and the reader gets an introduction to Dean’s family...

Part 1

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x human!reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, smut, rut toy, little bit of angst

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“Howdy there, Dean,” you said, letting yourself into his apartment after work one Thursday. You’d been dating for about three months and while it took some getting used to on your end that Dean knew you were the one for him, he very much wanted to go slow for you and let you decide what you wanted on your own. 

“Y/N,” said Dean, slowly coming out of his bedroom. “Can you uh, maybe, stay away the next few days?”

“Why?” you asked, Dean holding himself against the wall, taking a deep breath and licking his lips. “Is this you having a rut?”

“It’s the start of one,” he said. “I need...you need to go hang out in your apartment the next three days. Better yet, go stay over your parents or brother’s place. It’ll be easier that way.”

“Can I do anything to help?” you asked. He shook his head and you frowned. “Dean, you promised that I could help you with things an Omega normally would.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to hurt you. An Omega is designed to be able to take an Alpha’s rut and they still end up with a few bruises. You? You I might break a freaking bone and I’m not risking that. I won’t...I won’t be able to have as much control as when we have sex and I’m not hurting you. I’m just not.”

“I know, Dean,” you said, carefully walking over towards him. He stared but didn’t stop you as got close and rested your hands on his hips. “If I really am your true mate-”

“You are,” he said, closing his eyes.

“If I’m your true mate, don’t you think your mate is supposed to help you through your rut then?” you asked. He sighed and threw his head back. “How would you get through a rut when you were single?”

“Medicine. A rut toy. This one feels different though. I know it’s because my body feels claimed and if it knows you’re nearby, it’s gonna want you,” he said.

“Let’s give it what it wants then. Safely. Okay?”

“How-”

“Take your medicine and then go dig out that rut toy. I have an idea.”

“Fuck,” groaned Dean two hours later, sweat dripping off of him as his rut fully hit him. He rolled over to his side and you moved with him, Dean’s eyes shutting as he breathed hard.

“Rest Alpha,” you said, squeezing your thighs together. The toy nestled between them gripped Dean’s cock harder, a nice little sleeve that easily took his knot and let his body soak in the feelings it needed. 

“Not a bad thing to try,” he said, opening his eyes. He panted but you saw that look in his eyes still. 

“It helps but it’s not enough,” you said.

“I can manage this way,” he said.

“You’re pretty spent. Maybe...when this knot goes down we can try-”

“No.”

“You weren’t so keen on sex at first either but you were wrong about how gentle you could be. Maybe you’re wrong about this,” you said.

“It’s a rut. It’s different,” he said. “We’ll do this again, sweetheart. It’s fine.”

Ten minutes later you were in his bathroom, washing out the toy again, Dean sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you. While you were drying it off, you looked in on him, Dean fisting your shirt in his hands. He needed you, not an imitation, even a pretty decent one. 

You left the toy on the counter and walked out, straddling Dean’s lap while he swallowed.

“If it’s too much, I’ll tell you,” you said, running your hand through his sweaty strands. “Take what you need Alpha.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Let me do this for you.”

“Thank you,” he said, closing his eyes, pulling you closer. “I’ll do my best to take this easy.”

Two Days Later

You stretched as you got out of the shower and started to get ready for the day. You were meeting Dean’s family for the first time, at their yearly barbeque baseball game. He originally had planned on skipping because of his rut but he said it’d passed and if you were up for it, he’d happily have you join him.

With a hum you went to your closet and changed into some denim shorts and a flowy summer tank top. There were a few bruises on your hips from Dean’s rut but they were hidden from view. After having a quick snack and tugging on your sneakers, you left the apartment, Dean just exiting his with a tray of food in his hand and a cooler in the other.

“How you feeling?” you asked, Dean pecking a kiss on your cheek.

“I’m all good. Ready to head out?”

“Sure thing.”

You went downstairs together, getting in his car and driving for about twenty minutes before you got to a park that had been rented out for the day. He got the cooler while you handled the food, quite a few people already there.

“Where you been?” asked Sam as you both set down the items along with the rest of the food. 

“What do you mean? We’re early,” said Dean as you got a hug from Jess.

“You’re forty five minutes late dude,” laughed Sam.

“I thought mom said noon,” said Dean.

“Noon for the game. It doesn’t matter. It never starts on time anyways,” said Sam. “I thought you guys were ditching.”

“Rut wasn’t as long as normal,” said Dean.

“Being mated does that,” said Sam. “I see Y/N hasn’t wised up yet and run off on you so must have gone okay.”

“It took us a little bit to figure out what works best given our situation but I think we found a good solution for Dean,” you said. You noticed an older Alpha wander by, his nose wrinkling as he took out a beer from a nearby cooler. 

“Hey dad,” said Dean, the man standing up straight and turning towards the group of you. “I want to introduce you to somebody. This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, this is my dad.”

“Nice to meet you John,” you said. He looked you up and down, his nose twitching again.

“Nice to meet you too. Dean says you’re his true mate. Yet you don’t have a mark,” he said. “I would have expected that by now.”

“We’re gonna go figure out teams,” said Sam, he and Jess getting out of there. Dean stared at his dad, his father giving it right back.

“Obviously you know she’s human with the way your nose is going,” said Dean.

“You said true mate so I assumed Omega,” said John.

“She is my mate. Y/N doesn’t have a dynamic is all,” said Dean. You could see John wasn’t understanding and Dean was starting to get fed up. “Forget about it, dad. Come on, Y/N. Let’s go get on a team for the game.”

He grabbed your hand and started to walk away towards the field, glancing back over his shoulder once.

“I’m sorry about him,” said Dean. “I’ve told them before you’re human. I guess they just assumed.”

“It’s alright, Dean. I get it a lot,” you said, squeezing his hand. “Don’t let it bother you. I think he was surprised was all.”

“Yeah. I suppose. Hopefully my mom doesn’t react like that though.”

“Dean, it’s fine. Let’s enjoy the party, alright?”

“Okay. Besides, I’ve been dying to see how good at baseball you are.”

Four Hours Later

“Dean,” you said as he silently walked down the hall towards his apartment. “Dean.”

“I just...I can’t believe my mom would act like that. You’re not a different species. She was freaking the fuck out over nothing,” he said. He opened the door and stepped inside, you carefully following after. “Your family doesn’t act like that.”

“My dad knows a lot about dynamics and even he was surprised to find out about our bond. Give them a chance to come around to it,” you said. “It’s not a common situation. We’ve had to ease into it. Maybe we should ease them into it too.”

“If they’re gonna act weird, I don’t want you hanging around them. So what if I haven’t claimed you? I’m not gonna bite your neck. There’s no point to it. I know how I feel. I don’t need them to tell me what’s supposed to happen. I know what I’m supposed to do and that’s take care of my mate.”

There was a warm cozy feeling in your chest for a brief moment, Dean turning his head and staring at you.

“You’re feeling something, aren’t you,” he said. “I can tell.”

“Just...happy. Home I guess,” you said, Dean smiling softly. “What is that?”

“It’s what I felt when I met you. It’s our bond,” he said.

“Oh. It’s actually really nice,” you said, the feeling subsiding.

“It’s not an all the time thing but you know it’s there. You can feel it if you stop and think about it. I wasn’t sure if you actually could feel anything,” he said.

“I’m glad I can. I think something clicked for me, knowing that you’ll never care I’m not Omega,” you said.

“I don’t. I like you, strictly human and all,” he said.

“I like my Alpha too,” you said. He grinned and you gave him a kiss. “Don’t worry about your family. It’ll work out in the end, Dean. I promise.”

“I hope so too, sweetheart.”

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[vivalarevolution]

𝓛𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

Lo’ak x  Na’vi Reader

Request: „Could I request a Lo’ak x fem na’vi reader 18+ fic where reader doesn’t realise that Lo’ak keeps spying on her while she bathes, until he decides to join her ‟

„Hi, I absolutely love your fics, like you’re an absolutely amazing writer. Could I request a Lo’ak x fem na’vi reader 18+ fic where reader and Lo’ak are bffs but Lo’ak has a big crush on reader and one fine day she accidentally flashes her breasts in front of him.‟

„Can I request a Lo’ak x fem na’vi reader 18+ fic‟

A/N: All three requests are from anons and I hope they won't be offended by my decision to combine three of these. I tried to do the job as best as I could, modifying a few things along the way.

I hope you all will like it and you will find it satisfying to read. 

Remember that english is not my first language, mistakes may occur.

Story has smut in it, so minors don't interact. *Characters are aged up.

A second son, the other brother. That was all Lo'ak was, all he felt.

It slowly filled his mind like a plague that he couldn't get rid of, only accepted, allowing it to consume him whole.

But he lusted something else, lusted anything else than this.

He thought about it intensively and constantly, it was so unlike him but when he was alone he had no choice. Chasing away these dark thoughts was time-consuming, persistent, but suddenly they disappeared as if they had never been created, as if they had never existed. All because of what his eyes had captured, what they fed upon, emptying his mind, allowing an unfamiliar desire to creep in its place.

She was so far away, yet it seemed to him that she was at his fingertips. Standing alone, her slender fingers glided along her body, her almost naked body. Her eyes were half-closed, her hair were down, giving the impression of a waterfall cascading down her back. Her body was relaxed, almost carefree, and her toes welcomed the warm sand beneath her feet.

Lo'ak couldn't bring himself to look away, he wasn't able to, feasting as if the girl knew he was standing so close , that he was watching. Yet her eyes remained closed and her movements became surprisingly more sensual, as if his fear had turned out to be true.

When her neckpiece hit the sand beneath her, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back the lust, trying to stop it the slightest.

But his sweet, sweet Y/n was all that was filling his mind now, his heart and his soul.

Opening his eyelids, he returned to her, letting his golden irises study her naked back, which was covered with black locks that tickled the skin of her bum.

Her skin was covered with drops of water that ran down her soft flesh, back into the sea thath engulfing her body more and more until all that was left were her eyes, which watched their surroundings after a while also disappearing into the blue abyss.

Lo'ak followed her with his eyes. His limbs, as if possessing a mind of their own, moved forward, straight to the shore, even closer to the girl. The sea waves lapped lazily against his toes, trying to bring him back to senses, but it only made his own hands roam over his body, slowly taking off the clothes that almost gave him a burning sensation.

Soon he was standing in the water looking for her. Y/n emerged from the water and the boy thought she was something more. She was hearing his thoughts, his prayers.

Brushing the wet strands of hair from her face, she looked around, seeing the man's silhouette almost immediately. Her pupils dilated slightly, her head leaned to the side, dark curls almost completely covered her naked body, adhering to her like a second skin.

-Lo'ak, what are you doing here? - she asked, more intrigued than embarrassed, looking at him intently.

-I'm swimming - he replied quickly, much too quickly, trying to focus on the young woman's eyes and the color that shimmered in them, trying so desperately to control his lust that was meant only for her.

-You're a terrible liar Lo'ak - she stated, approaching him slowly, making them stand so close now that he could have sworn he could feel her breath on his skin.

-And you always know when I'm lying, hmm? - he muttered, turning his head as if imitating her movements.

-We've known each other since we were children - she teased him - It's hard not to know you when we are attached to the hip - she noticed, grabbing his palm, which almost swallowed her small hand, slowly turning her back to him - Do you want to go with me? - she asked, tilting her head towards him, causing her hair to slip involuntarily from her shoulder, allowing one of her breasts to be covered with fresh air.

The boy tightened his fingers on Y/n's skin, his throat suddenly dry.

-I'll go wherever you want - he said softly, moving closer to her as if something was pulling him, not letting him stop.

But before he could have taste her lips, she woke him from the spell, running away from him, disappearing into the crystal clear water. Sully almost immediately chased after her, swimming towards her as she gracefully moved underwater like a fish, slipping more and more from under his fingertips.

The dance seemed to go on forever. It was agony for him, but he didn't give up, didn't give up because he couldn't let her go. Wrapping his fingers around her ankle, he pulled her towards him, and she fell right into snare made of his hands, which wrapped around her like ivy.

Their eyes met like two wild flames at the border of the forests that they were consuming, to merge into one mighty fire that was able to envelop everything in its path.

Lo'ak didn't wait, didn't think. His instincts worked for him.

By connecting their lips, he let the lust break free and fully come to surface, taking his toll in consuming Y/n's sweet and soft lips that were so deliciously addictive. Girl tangled her slender fingers in his hair, pulling on them as their kisses became more and more brutal, more and more needy, and only the burning sensation in their lungs forced them to stop.

Floating to the surface and feeling the cool air hitting their faces gave them sense that everything was just an illusion but the invisible marks of hands on the other's body and the faint taste of lips on both tongues was proof that everything was real.

-I want to taste you again - he said almost purring, chasing her lips.

Y/n with half-closed eyelids watched his actions, involuntarily parting her mouth inviting him even closer. Their tongues met in a lazy embrace, and their lips pressed together again, never wanting to part.

Girl gave herself to him almost completely, not asking questions, not demanding answers, allowing him to expose his feelings, leaving them on her water-wet skin.

Lo'ak's hands were everywhere, she felt them everywhere. On her arms, on her breasts, on her ribs, on her hips, on her belly and legs, where he stopped kneading the flesh of her thighs, enjoying the firmness and how they spilled out under his fingers. Grabbing them, he lifted her up.

Her head fell on his, and her eyes involuntarily closed completely. She felt the impact of the moment and wanted it to last as long as possible, feeling more and more drunk with the feeling.

-Lo'ak - she whispered so sweetly into his ear - I want us to make love to one another - she announced, kissing the skin of his neck.

The boy pushed her body away from him, wanting to look into her eyes, which were already looking at him, clouded with desire, so beautifully pleading.

-I want to make love to you too - he confessed, taking her cheek in his big hand - Make you mine, only mine, my Y/n - he muttered rubbing his face with her.

Y/n hugged him tighter, moaning softly at the teenager's words.

-I'm yours already - she announced, her hand running down her back to find a thick braid tucked between the dark waves of her hair - Only yours - she added, her fingers gripping her kuru.

Lo'ak set her down on the sand below them, kneeling before her himself, searching desperately for his braid, fearing that it was really all just a dream. Looking into each other's eyes one last time, they both brought their kuru closer, joining her together, now and forever. The experience was something unknown for both of them, something almost forbidden by how right and good it felt. Their bodies trembled, flooded with pleasant warmth and an erotic sensation never experienced by either of them.

He felt everything she felt and she felt everything he felt. They heard the beating of hearts, they heard the shadows of thoughts, they felt hands not belonging to them but so familiar, they felt wet kisses and the desire that called, make them want to claim each other.

It seemed that there was no time, that everything would end soon. Their movements represented chaos and mutual longing at the same time.

They were like fire that consumed each other even though it was impossible, but they burned so hard, so intense.

-I must have you, I must feel you - Lo'ak murmured into her mouth, sliding his member between her folds that were wet and warm , driving him into madness

-Ma Lo'ak, I beg you. I beg - she said grabbing his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck - I need you, I feel like I'm on fire.

The man lifted her body up so that she was sitting comfortably on his thighs, and she spread her legs so that her knees lay on either side of his hips.

-Don't worry my sweet Y/n - he soothed her - I'll make everything disappear, it'll be just us - he assured, after a while slowly entering her, stretching her from the inside, making her moan loudly.

Their heads began to rub against each other again, while the feeling of euphoria flooded them harder and harder as their bodies merged into one. One, they both still couldn't believe it. Now they were one mind, one heart, one body, one soul.

-Lo'ak - Y/n whimpered into his ear, pulling his body as close as possible, even though there was no space between them, not anymore.

-I'm here, I'm here my sweet girl - he whispered into her hair, moving his loins harder and harder.

Lovers sank into each other even more if it was possible. Every touch or kiss they felt on each other, and it was the best feeling, they couldn't get enough of it. Neither wanted the moment to end, desperately trying to prolong it with each thrust and each clench.

Everything around them lost its importance, the only thing that mattered was the lust, the lust for love to one another.

[valyalyon]

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CW: explicit language, smut, dub con smut, vague mentions of one-sided flirting making female character uncomfortable. MDNI. 2.4K Words.

Since she had arrived in Carcos, Ember stayed in a motel room and paid for it with a part time job at a coffee place not far from the motel.

After agreeing to move in with Arthur, she woke up early the next morning and slipped away. She returned to her motel room, leaving with a bag of the few belongings she had.

From there, she went to a local clinic and saw a provider to get a birth control prescription. Ember was in and out quickly, with the medicine sent to a pharmacy just down the street from the Artist Alley.

She collected her birth control pills, and returned by midday to Arthur’s gallery.

…

On June 7th, Arthur and Ember started their day in a messy haze.

The Friday sunlight poked its way in through the shut blinds, and when the girl moved to get out of bed, she was pulled back to bed by his strong arms, “hey…”

“Stay with me,” Arthur spoke into her neck, burying his face as he inhaled her scent, “you left yesterday morning.”

“I had to get my things,” Ember reminded him, but she closed her eyes feeling the pleasure of his lips beginning to suck on her bare skin.

“We’ll forget about it… It won’t happen again anyway,” his hands crawled down her body and his fingers grabbed the edges of her thong, slipping it off her body.

Ember tried to turn to face Arthur, but the man had already taken off his boxers, and his rock hard cock pressed against her opening as he rubbed her clit with his fingers.

“Arthur… don’t cum inside me,” was Ember’s only request as the man’s hard cock started slipping into her.

When all nine of his inches were buried inside Ember’s tight pussy, he began to litter her shoulder with kisses and changed the conversation, “I can’t get enough of you, Calliope.”

She began to grind her hips along his cock, taking in every inch and feeling it throb inside of her, “I’m really into you, Apollo.”

His eyes lit up, and he moved their bodies around so that he was on top of her. His lips greedily pressed to hers, his hands removing her top and tossing it carelessly. His hips continued moving, this time quickening their pace.

The deepness was driving the younger woman insane, and she moaned as she reached out for Arthur. Her hips moved along with his every thrust, and she moaned so loud she felt they’d get a noise complaint.

As his thrusting intensified, Ember began to reach a peak orgasm. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps and she trembled as she moaned out loud, “fuck, yes! Right there.”

He made his thrusts more forceful, and kissed her, speaking as he reached his own orgasm, “I love you, Ember. Calliope, I love you. I love you…”

Give me love, I’ll put my heart in it.

With that, Ember felt Arthur’s warm semen filling her pussy again. Her eyes widened as she stared at Arthur, “I told you not to do that.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” the only excuse Arthur could give, even as he continued to pulsate inside of her.

Ember pushed him off, quickly going to the bathroom and sitting immediately on the toilet. She rubbed near her hole to stimulate herself into spitting it all out, but she was joined by Arthur shortly after.

While she noticed the red flags early in their relationship, like not being able to respect boundaries, Ember didn’t think to cut it short. She had always been the type of girl to stick around through drama, waiting for the person to change and she saw Arthur in a similar manner.

He had confessed his love for her and Ember figured that maybe he didn’t mean to cum inside her without permission.

…

The next day was a Saturday, and Arthur advised her around three in the afternoon that they’d be having dinner with a friend at six.

Ember furrowed her brows as her eyes met Arthur’s, “I’m excited to meet your friend but why didn’t you tell me about this in the morning?”

“We didn’t make the plans until a few minutes ago. He invited us over to his home,” the man looked at the girl’s hesitant face and continued, “It’s not like I have many friends, it’ll just be him and us.”

The 19 year old nodded her head and agreed to meet his friend.

As the two walked down the city streets, Ember held onto his arm and asked him more about himself, “When were you born, Arthur?”

“April 12, ‘96,” the man responded, continuing to side step through the richer socialites they started to meet on the streets.

Ember meant to reply to the man, but he stopped in front of a multi-story luxury apartment building and moved to get the door for his girl.

She walked into the lobby and paused to wait for Arthur, who joined her momentarily and took her hand in his. The man walked her towards the elevators, and once inside he pressed the button for the 7th floor.

The girl furrowed her brows in contemplation, and turned her eyes up to Arthur’s, “he lives on the top floor?”

The man let out a slight chuckle as he nodded, “yeah, he has this building’s penthouse.”

When he finished his sentence, the elevator doors opened on the seventh floor.

There was a small lobby space, with the door to the penthouse directly in front of the elevators and a large window with a small seating area to their right.

At the window, a security guard sat by and watched the elevator and the lobby space.

When the guard saw Arthur, he stood from the seat and made his way to the door, knocking twice then speaking, “your friend is here.”

Ember watched Arthur’s face, looking for answers to questions she didn’t even know how to ask. She was nervous, there was a pit in her stomach, and she wanted to find peace in his face.

He was calm, but it didn’t calm her. Still, there was no time to sit with her nerves. She wanted to impress his friend, thereby hopefully making Arthur happier.

She turned her attention back to the door just as it was opened.

The man on the other side was the same height as Arthur, about six foot. His hair was brown, curly, and short. His skin a shade similar to Ember’s but his eyes a dark-blue color that looked black in some lights.

He was muscular in a similar way to Arthur as both men were lean but their muscles well defined and prominent.

He wore a thin black button down top, with the first four buttons unbuttoned to expose some hair on his chest and a cross necklace. He wore formal black dress pants, but his belt was unbuckled and his zipper unzipped.

The man looked like he had been in the middle of something when they arrived, and he had a mischievous grin on his face that unsettled Ember, “Arthur, my man. Come in, come on.”

He waved the two in as he quickly disappeared into the penthouse again, screaming into the darkness, “Dandy! Get dressed and come out here!”

Arthur and Ember walked in together, with the security guard closing the door behind them.

The penthouse was dark, with the windows open but most of the lights were off. Some candles were on in some corners, but it was an unnerving environment. Ember squeezed tighter onto Arthur’s hand.

Arthur’s friend seemed to lose his patience as they approached him in the darkened entry way, and he shouted for the woman again angrily, “DANDY!”

Ember heard what sounded like someone stumbling, followed by the man disappearing into the darkness. She held her breath, listening closely as she heard him stomping through the penthouse.

He was back quickly with a young woman, and the young woman went around Ember and Arthur, turning on some lights to make the environment more visible.

With more light in the penthouse, the man finally was able to focus his attention on Arthur and Ember.

He spoke to the couple as Dandy walked to the living area to turn on the TV, “well, would you like to introduce me to my beautiful guest, Arthur?”

Arthur laughed and turned his attention down to Ember, her eyes were wide as she looked up at him, “this is my best friend, we grew up together and went to school together, his name is Cain Rey.”

Ember turned her attention back to Cain, who was already watching her with his dark-blue eyes, and she outstretched her hand to him, “nice to meet you, Cain, I’m Ember.”

Cain took her hand but did not shake it, instead pulling it to his lips and pressing a kiss to the top of her hand, “you’re enchanting, Ember. Thank you for coming to meet me.”

The girl cleared her throat nervously and pulled her hand away sheepishly, “of course…”

From there, Arthur and Cain continued to speak to one another with the former having no complaints for the latter’s overstepping.

Ember thought maybe she was just overthinking things so she buried her anxiety.

After a few minutes, the couple was sitting in the kitchen area with Cain while he talked Arthur up and occasionally flirted with Ember. During this, Ember just tried to focus on the television.

Dandy was sitting on the couch in a t shirt, watching the flat screen. She had been flipping through channels but by this point had settled on a news broadcast for whatever reason.

The channel was a local station and the anchor was talking about frequent issues brought about by the “poor class interacting incorrectly with the Red Highway criminal system”.

Ember tried to ignore it, but she would tune back in to Cain hitting on her and just return to listening to the TV instead.

The anchor spoke to a wealthy aristocrat, asking, “how can we better Carcos society?”

“Simple, really. We burn that disgusting Artist Alley to the ground, it’s nothing but a horrific rat infested street full of criminals pretending to sell art…” the man began his heated response.

“Dandelion!” Cain shouted over the aristocrat, “change the channel or turn off the TV. Now!”

The girl turned the TV off and then left the living area. Ember watched her disappear and turned her attention back to Cain, “is her name really Dandelion?”

“That’s what I call her. She’s an annoying weed,” Cain replied coldly when talking about the girl, but his dark eyes watched Ember and a smile spread on his lips.

Arthur took Cain’s attention and the two continued their conversation while Ember went back to fading in and out.

When the couple returned to the art gallery that night, Ember kept glancing up at him nervously and Arthur caught on quick, “everything okay, Ember?”

“Cain makes me nervous,” Ember tried to explain her unsettling anxiety over his friend in the kindest way.

Arthur raised his brows and his dark brown eyes looked irritated, “nervous how?”

“I don’t know. I get a bad feeling about him… I don’t want to assume anything, though,” she didn’t want to come off as hating his long time friend.

“Are you attracted to him or something?” the 23 year old scanned the 19 year old’s face as he spoke.

She looked up at him showing her evident confusion, but quickly getting irritated with the man, “definitely not. He was hitting on me, did you not see that or something?”

“Are you mocking me?” He grabbed her by the arm and tightened his grip as they crossed the street.

“You don’t have to grab me so tightly to make your point,” Ember told him in response, struggling to pull her arm away, “you’re good at getting us off real issues.”

Arthur didn’t let go of her until they were on the other side of the street, safe on the sidewalk. He didn’t want her getting run over trying to run from him, it terrified him to lose her.

Still, he didn’t entirely let go of her.

Arthur’s hand moved down her arm, his grip loosening until he took her hand back into his, “Calliope… I’m sorry. I wasn’t grabbing you for a point. I just don’t want to lose you.”

I was always here to warn you.

Ember looked at his hands and felt her skin burning, her eyes swelling with tears that she tried to stifle, “are you afraid of me flying away?”

“I’m afraid of you not being mine,” Arthur pulled her hand up to his lips and kissed the top of her hand, the fire burning through them both, “I need you so badly.”

“You have to address what happened with Cain… Something,” the young woman shook her head and she stood her ground, even as she watched his brown eyes get slightly heated again.

“He can be a lot sometimes, yeah,” the man said simply, placing his keys at the front door of the studio, “and, of course he flirted with you. He’s a dog and you’re you. You can’t tell me that you’ve been an angel all your life.”

“Maybe I have been,” Ember replied, walking in as Arthur held the door open for her, “you don’t know anything about me.”

“I’ll sit here and listen to anything you choose to tell me… My point is, you don’t want him, do you?” he followed closely behind her as she started going up the stairs.

The girl rolled her eyes and opened the door to the little apartment, “I already told you no.”

In this odyssey, it’s hard to leave.

“No need to be so hostile with me,” he replied, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him, “you’re so beautiful. This dress is amazing on you. Everything is amazing on you, even better off.”

Ember crossed her arms as she looked up at the man, “you don’t mean any of that.”

“Why would I say it if I don’t mean it?” his voice was mean, and he slowly started to help her undress, “I love you and I mean every word I say. A man only has his word.”

She closed her eyes, accepted his love, and the two fell into bed and more sex followed.

hello beautiful individuals. hope you enjoyed 2CR. open to hearing all your opinions and seeing how everyone is feeling about Arthur, Cain and Ember.

SONG REFERENCES

An Evening I Will Not Forget by Dermot Kennedy

Odyssey by Talos

[sheismo]

ꕥ Things I’m working on BIG right now. ꕥ ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

➩ “Your outer world is a reflection of your inner world.” - T.Harv Erek

I must stay locked in & focused on my self preservation.

➛ Ps : I thought I’d share & it’ll maybe help someone else on their self growth journey. This is solely a post for me to hold myself accountable & to motivate others. These objectives are meant to be used to create a better quality of LIFE & to form a deeper understanding of self. My use of the term “we” to make the context relatable

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒕 !

Take what applies. ✓. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ. - Mo ❁

❍ Actively listening & observing more + controlling responses & avoiding conflict.👂

- We sometimes speak too much and already have a response before someone else is done speaking. I have recognized this is toxic behavior in my life. I’ve been committed to allowing people to speak .. “digest it” & then respond. Active listening is important and allows quality conversation. Also by being more “quite” & being a good listener we’re able to analyze situations better for ourself & others. Speaking vastly can cause conflict & raw emotions.

✵ We must observe our surroundings & watch the energy(body language,tone & ei.)of others and reflect on our own energy too. Observations can help with decisions making & recognizing the quality of ourselves & others. We must know who is & isn’t for us as we observe as well iykyk.

❍ Acknowledging self character flaws & insecurities. 🪞

- We sometimes get so wrapped up in our ego we forget how detrimental it can be to our character,spirits and lives. It can literally change our perception of others and how we see life/world. We are mirrors of our spirit. Negative talk & judgment stains our souls. One’s negative thoughts and words are mostly the reflection of their own insecurities. I have recognized this as toxic behavior in my life. I have committed myself to stop negative talk of others and about life in general. I have begun replacing negative thoughts with positive thoughts. No, you cannot control every thought it or every word you speak but correct yourself both mentally and verbally. Switch topics in conversations too if necessary.

��� Remaining teachable. 🧠

- Educating yourself is key to success. We sometimes shut down ideas & concepts before seeking our own knowledge. We also sometimes can get cocky when we feel like we have acquired knowledge others have not. There’s goes that stank ego again lol. I have recognized this as toxic behavior in my life. I’ve committed myself to staying teachable. This goes hand and hand with actively listen & observing. Being around the right people or being at the right place at the right time may help you obtain a great quantity of knowledge. I am committed to being open minded & getting a deeper understanding of things that intrigue me.

❍ Breaking habits + creating a routine & staying productive. 📒

- Being late. Going to bed whenever. Eating whatever. Laying around excessively . Allowing work & chores to pile up. All are toxic traits. I have recognized this as toxic behavior in my life. I’m on a mission to improve my morale. I want to be on point and on schedule as much as possible. And no each day my schedule won’t be the same but I want to feel like conquered the day at the end of each day. I’m committed to feeling confidence in my daily productivity & discipline. To get things done by keeping my word to myself is important to me right now. Being extra about what your putting in your body or what you’re in need of to better yourself daily is OKAY. Having good time management,eating better,journaling,meditating ,praying & exercising has been proven to be beneficial for a better quality of life & attracting good things. I’m also trying to find hobbies that feed my interest & imagination. I’m in the process of creating my muse. 🧚🏾‍♂️

✵ Staying locked in with productivity and breaking toxic daily habits is a KEY component to self preservation. You begin to see your life transform externally. Staying determined will shows your willingness for growth.

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

✵ Learning communication skills,code switching & having confidence in words & your essence is important as well. You’ll be able to knowledge in certain settings.

❍ Having grace & understanding.⭐️

- We sometimes shutdown & become cold when it comes to other people. We tend to become so harsh and manic when we’re trigged. We allow our emotions and triggers to control the essence of our interactions and relationships. It’s a lack of emotional intelligence & our egos,yet again put us in uncomfortable situations which uproars both our minds & hearts. I have recognized this as toxic behavior in my life. I am committed to giving people grace and having a more understanding heart. I’m taking nothing personal. Now,this doesn’t mean I’m just letting g anything slide or just being forgiving of every little thing. Nope. ✘ What I mean is that I am understanding that we are human. We all make mistakes & nobody is perfect. Reflect on times you were in the wrong & reminding yourself that you too needed grace at times is what gets you here. I’ve come to an understanding that must people haven’t done any self “work/healing” so their actions and words don’t match up to their true feelings & heart. Most importantly someone’s words and actions should not interfere with your growth & life. If someone’s words and actions are making you mishandle your emotions consider parting ways. I am learning the importance of forgiveness for MYSELF & learning to set boundaries if necessary. It’s beautiful to have no enemies or hatred towards anyone . It’s beautiful to feel kindness in your spirit.

❍ Expressing gratitude & thinking positively + enjoying the fruits of labour.💐🌹

-We are sometimes so ungrateful and too suck on what we don’t have and what we need in order to feel fulfillment. We complain and stress over things excessively & it makes us unhappy with our lives even when have so many things we should be thankful for. We are too critical of ourselves. We nitpick everything & don’t giving ourselves the credit and love we deserve. We also over work ourselves & become too consumed with our day to day lives. I have recognized this as toxic behavior in my life. I am committed to expressing gratitude to anyone who supports me & of course the most high. I’m understanding that everything in life doesn’t have to be perfect & I don’t have to have everything I want & need to feel satisfied. I must appreciate the small and simple things. Comparison to my old life instead of other people’s lives has been my REMINDER of how good I really got it although I don’t have it all yet. Expressing gratitude is good for my mental health as well. It keeps me humble & grounded in my blessings. I’m a firm believer that expressing extreme gratitude allows your blessings to relish profusely. I am also committed to taking days off,going on vacation,doing self care & just basking in my blessings. ✨

[focksie]

nsfw

hiding away in a closet as to not get caught by the enemies but dazai decided to be a menace and make you ride his thigh so you have to stifle your moans, could you write a scenario about this? thank you!

closet

Dazai Osamu x Reader

warnings -> NSFW, language

a/n: yes, anon, yes. great mind, anon, great mind. requests are closed

reblogs are appreciated <3

if you had to choose one word to describe your situation right now, it would be uncomfortable. you love Dazai with all your heart, you really do, but in situations like this, you wish you could just sew his mouth shut. wether it be because of the filth he’s spewing into your ear or the teasing words that just won’t stop. and the worse part, is that it gets you all worked up.

you didn’t choose to be here. you were forced into this tiny closet by your own mind, to avoid making contact with the enemy. and honestly, you praise your critical thinking skills but at the same time you hate yourself for falling into Dazai's trap. you think for a second that maybe he had this all planned out, ending up in a closet, pressed closely into each other.

he's got your body pressed into his, both of your legs spread between his thigh, giving him leverage of teasing your cunt. you silently curse yourself for wearing a skirt, the only thing that had been available. which gives dazai more leverage, your clit being separated, from his pants, by your thin thong.

as you're lost in thought, trying to figure out how to get yourself out of the current dilemma you're in, you're immediately brought back to reality when dazai flexes his thigh. you bite your lip to keep your moans intact, but the way you clit rolls along his thigh already indicates that, that scheming bastard has you right where he wants you.

"Dazai, do not start with your shit," you warn when you feel his hands wander down to your clothed waist. "But my belladonna! This is the perfect opportunity for you to test your self control!" He whispers enthusiastically into your ear. you lightly smack him over the head and he winces.

you're about to scold him, but he covers your mouth with his hand, smirking and putting a finger over his mouth to indicate that you need to be quiet. that's when you hear it. the faint noise of the enemy's guards. Dazai's hand slowly leaves your mouth and you try to calm your beating heart. then he begins.

Dazai presses your body impossibly close to his; he's kissing your neck as you sit comfortably on his thigh, trying to maintain your last bit of sanity. "Dazai," you interrupted yourself with a soft gasp when you feel his hands start to guide your hips up and down his thigh.

"Shh, my darling. You don't want us getting caught do you?" you shake your head and bury yourself into Dazai's neck. you try and gather your thoughts to whisper back a snarky comment, but the feeling of your covered clit sliding up and down Dazai's thigh is too much.

"Dazai," you mumble into his neck, "we really shouldn't-- ah!" Dazai pushes your head further into his neck when he hears the footsteps get closer to the closet that you're located in. "I know it feels good, my love, but you need to be quiet," Dazai's raspy voice against your ear has you soaking even more.

the feeling of almost being able to get caught excites you. maybe it's the fact that right behind the closet door there are people who can easily discover your current rendezvous with a simple pull. or maybe it's how you have to stay quiet or you're fucked even more than you are now. either way, it riles you up and of course, Dazai's enjoying every moment of this.

he continues to move you on his thigh, you nails clawing into his shoulders. he can feel the damp stain forming on his pants and based on the way that you're whimpering into his shoulder, he can see that you're close to reaching an orgasm. your body locks in when you hear the footsteps stop right outside of the closet, the guards continuing their casual conversation.

Dazai grins when you lift your head out of his shoulder, eyes wide, like you're a deer that's been caught in the middle of the road. he smirks to himself when you throw your head back in pleasure, trying to control your breathing. the friction of your wet clit on his thigh becomes exhilarating.

"Dazai--" you stop when you feel his hand behind your head, pushing you into his neck again to stifle your moans. "'m close, 'm gonna cum," you whine into his neck. "Shh, belladonna, I know," he tries to lower your voice. it takes one last motion of up and down, and you tensing up, legs shaking and your teeth biting into Dazai's neck, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Dazai chuckles as he lets go of your your waists, his hands rubbing your back. you lift remove your head from his neck, heart racing and chest heaving up and down, as you try to control your panting. " I know you enjoyed that," Dazai says and you can already see the smirk on his face, despite not even looking at him.

"Dazai, shut the fuck up and figure out how to get us out of here, please. I'm to fucked out to think," you pant softly and he giggles. "Hmm, belladonna... I'd watch my tone if I were you, we're far from done."

© all content belongs to focksie 2021. do not modify or repost.

[sashi-ya]

ahhh i’m so excited for this event!! may i request a fem!dom!demon reader who’s the “king” of hell paired with zoro, kid, & law (or any other combo you think would be hot for this concept)? i’m thinking a body worshiping/orgy scenario where they get to become human again if they can satisfy their king. thank you!!!! <3333

Hi hi!! sure!! I hope you don't mind me adding a little blonde prince to the mix :3 I really hope u enjoy! I'm super happy of being able to write more femdom cause there isn't a lot out there and we need more! Enjoy babe!💖

𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑲𝒊𝒅, 𝑳𝒂𝒘, 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒐 & 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑫𝒐𝒎!𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏

➡Tw: Nsfw, femdom. Kid x Law action. Zosan action. Degrading language. fingering. masturbation. mutual masturbation. oral. cum swallowing. dp. vag. cream pie. implied anal. ➡Wc: 3.3k ➡Want more? visit the masterlist

“Zoro-ya! Stop walking away, you are gonna get lost. Those stairs aren’t taking you anywhere” “Huh? But… I think I know this place, as if I had been here before” “Quit the bullshit you two, where the fuck are we!?”

They have fallen into a pit, it’s hot and steamy. Zoro, who is absolutely careless about his own situation is more interested in knowing where the hell is Sanji, and if he actually fell with them or not. Law, who understands nothing, but has enough brains to think, he is sure this must be something similar to hell -If not hell itself-.

Whereas Kid is ready to destroy everything just to find a way out, regardless of the place they are in… but, he notices something weird…

“Oi Trafalgar, can you use your devil fruit powers?” he asks, sweating and dropping his feather coat away. He is panicking internally because he can’t find kairoseki on him.

Law, who turns at him with a hateful stare swears he is able to cast his room. “Yes, what do you mean? Of course, I can… ROOM!” he puts his hand in position, but nothing creates the blue bubble. “Room… ROOM!!!” he screams, shaking his arm with futility.

A sudden and sexy woman’s laughter surrounds them, it’s as sensual as terrifying. Is dominant, making Law shut up immediately and stand still with a shiver running through his back.

“Welcome to Hell, my sweet mortals”

She appears walking down the stairs they swore take them nowhere, fine black dress allowing them to see her exposed hips. A corset so tightly tied around her waist, long black hair almost grazing the ground. A bloody lips smile, longer nails like claws and horns that make her look like the mere queen of the place… And that queen, are you…

“What you are trying to do here is absolutely pointless, you can’t use your powers… devil fruits are called that way for a reason, don’t you know about that? I am the one who controls them…” you say, smirking at both of the users in front of you.

Kid, who is about to scream at you, gets stopped by Zoro’s overwhelming complaints. “MY KATANAS, NOW” he demands, walking past his friends and standing right before you when he realizes he hasn’t got them tied to his right side.

You laugh, grazing his lip with your fingernail. “I think I’ve seen you here before, Roronoa Zoro… You should know by now who is your superior here. You will have them back, eventually” you tell him, fixing your eyes into his burning steel one.

Of course, he never cared about respecting any kind of authority that’s not his captain. Kings and nobles can suck his dick, but above all, he considers a king himself and he won’t comply to any orders. “Give me the katanas back, woman” he repeats, glancing with hate towards you.

Haki waves makes his friends a little weak, but not you. Haki is pointless when it comes to the Queen of Hell.

“Haki? Haha! Stay still, little moss ball. Kneel before the King of Hell” you command.

“King… of Hell? I’m the King of Hell!” he protests back, making you laugh at how cute his audacity makes him look. “Ah… Roronoa…” you giggle, and barely touching his forehead with the tip of your finger you make him feel like he is out of breath. His knees hit the ground, and as Zoro looks up at you like a puppy, you pat his hair.

Law and Kid blink repeatedly, the vice-captain of Mugiwara is not that docile… king, queen, the devil itself, whoever you are they should obey… because you are strong enough to reap their hearts out of their chest with no effort.

You make Zoro follow you on all fours towards the two captains. They kneel in front of you, even if you haven’t tell them yet to do so, and you are delighted. “Ah… you two, I knew I didn’t need much to make you my bitches”

Kid bites his red lips trying to fight against himself. Is not that they willingly decided to subdue to you, but your tempting and imponent presence was enough for them to do so.

You bend towards the red haired, his cheeks in between your fingers, squeezing them until his lips separate and they become shiny from the saliva running out of his mouth. “You want to come back to earth? Hum? Then, dear Kid, you will obey the Queen of Hell… ok?”. “Yes, my Queen” he says, absolutely scared of his lips moving by themselves.

Lastly, Law. The most docile, but the less deserving of being in Hell. You graze his cheek with loving motion. “No need to tell you anything, right? I’m sure you want this either way”

His silver eyes look up at you, like the cutest puppy. It makes you smile so sweetly, even bite your lower lip. “See, learn from your friend you two pretty beasts!” you tell the others, patting the side of your hip.

“Follow me… on all fours”

Soon, the four of you get to your special “room”. The biggest throne rises, red velvet covers it up and it’s made of gold, purest gold. You tell your victims to stop moving, as you crawl up the seat. The fabrics covering little of your skin fall to the ground, showing them only finest lingerie. Dangling golden jewellery chains round your body, a sinful goddess that make them drool. The devil herself, the fallen angel that became ruler of the land of lust.

You smirk at their gawking faces, they swallow, and they move side to side with their heels pressed against their cores. They probably need release already; they are falling into a pit of pure sinful concupiscence moved by the erotic show your body is producing.

“The three of you are eager to taste the honeys of my body, I see… let’s make a deal, shall we? If you are able to satisfy the Queen of Hell, I will allow you three to come back to Earth” you tell them. Kid and Zoro look at each other and just as they do, they try to reach for you by standing up. Wrong decision, Law knows best, he is the one staying still in his spot. And he does it so well, with his tattooed hands resting over his thighs and waiting for your orders.

You shake your head side to side, showing Kid and Zoro how wrong they are for acting on their own. You lift your hand to stop them, making them fall back to the ground, panting and feeling like they are being crushed against the hot floor.

“No. No…” you roll your eyes back, enjoying how they struggle to breathe with sadist thoughts. “Did I tell you to come here? I didn’t. You will move when I said so, alright? Now, because this is a game of punishments and rewards, Law dear come here”

Law nods and stands up; he walks up to you and wait for further orders. You know his friends are probably hating on him, and you rejoice on their envy, it’s like vital energy for you.

Your beckoning finger calls the surgeon closer to you, enough for your nails to rip his spotted jeans off his body. Hard, he is. Hard and dripping, so ready to be touched. “So hard already, Law?” you ask, grazing your palm from his belly button towards the base of his dick.

He flinches when you finally round your hand around his shaft. Law lets a small moan scape his mouth and his legs become weaker as you begin pumping. “See you two? This is what you could get if you obey like him!” you scold the rest, pressuring Zoro, and Kid to resist their urges and drool over the need to have their dicks touched too.

“You wanna get this too? Hum?” you ask them, while Law moans nonstop as you pump harder, up, and down. He ends up sitting over the armrest of your seat, sliding softly towards your lap.  Zoro and Kid nod, desperately, almost about to touch one another just to get a little bit of release. Not that you would get mad about that, but they want you, above all.

You laugh, their desperation is making you more and more horny and you are enjoying this way too much. “Very good, take your clothes off and start jerking off. The one who lasts longer will get a prize, while the other will be punished”

Both men open their eyes wide, at this point they know they won’t resist much but either way they try. Side by side, they undress and kneel. Always there, they begin pumping up and down. Grunts mixing, a symphony of three lust driven men playing the song of sin.

“Come here, Law. Show them what they will win if they make their best!” you chime, kissing the tip of Law’s dick and making him kneel in between your legs. Spread, and dripping, you present your sex to him. “Come on, have a taste of the Queen”

The doctor, still panting, and a little bit frustrated because of you having denied orgasm, attacks your core with his tongue. He, for sure, knows exactly what and how to do it. Up and down, around you clit, focusing on giving you the best out of himself. And so good he does it, that you can’t help but throw your head back and swear. “Ah… fucking little bitch, you do it really well!”

His black hair tangles on your fingers as you accompany the licking motions with the movement of his head buried in your sex. There is also a beautiful scenery behind Law; the green haired samurai and the red demon slow down their jerking off just to stop themselves from coming, a thing that shows them how competitive they are. But nobody told them to stop, right?

“Don’t stop, or you will not get me” you mumble, resisting the urge to moan as Law works wonders on your core. And as you say, they comply, blushed, sweaty, fixing their gazes in the way your lustful moans scape your lips.

Kid shows signs of his orgasm approaching first, he trembles and suffers. He wants to stop, but he can’t. “I- I’m sor- I-“ he stutters, bending forward and shivering as his palm and the floor under receive the leaks of his seed.

You laugh at the pathetique image of such manly man reduced to whimpers. “Haha, Kid you are getting punished!” you announce, calling him to come closer to you. Zoro keeps jerking off with a smirk on his face, he thinks he is the strongest for not succumbing first…

But little did he know… you know his secret…

Kid ends up on his knees next to Law; the surgeon keeps sucking you nonstop, and you can’t help but be delighted by the way his precum drips down him, making a poodle of pure neediness over the floor.

“You, tulip head. Lick my feet” you command, knowing the most exciting part of that is the humiliating look of someone so dominant doing it so. He doesn’t hesitate and immediately starts kissing the bridge of your foot.

You see Law trying to reach for his dick with those inked fingers, and you giggle. The puppy needs release, and you will give it to him. “Kid, jerk off your friend. That’s your punishment” you command, ready for their scared expressions.

Impressive enough, none of them dare to oppose your orders, and you are glad. Every person becomes weak when they have fallen in the pit of lust, and they are the living proof. The red-haired captain reaches for Law’s sex and begins to pump. The moans that scape his mouth become muffled against your labia making you shiver in pure pleasure. Shivers that are followed by your first climax.

“Shit you little puppy, good job Law!” you moan, allowing your climax to consume you for a couple of minutes before Zoro’s audacity pulls you out from it once more.

Zoro, who believes he is still a King, scoffs at the humiliating scenery of Law and Kid, who have been bickering since they met, now getting involved in something so sexual. “I knew you two would end up doing this, just because you are two sluts” he laughs, showing you how he is able to keep masturbating himself without finishing…

But is he really that strong?

“Sluts? Let me show you a real slut for you, Roronoa” you tell him, licking your lips as you snap your fingers. Your slaves appear at the door of the room, bringing with them a whimpering, all tied up, blonde man with them.

As he walks pass the swordsman, both cross their gazes. The blonde one, someone who Zoro knows too well, have trails of blood running from his forehead to his lips. He is not in a bad shape, but he had been clearly beaten up.

“COOK??” Zoro asks, stopping his jerking motions. “Mhh…” Sanji mumbles, he isn’t able to speak as his mouth has been sealed with a gag. “WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?? WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?” the samurai stands up, clearly angry.

“Sh, Zoro. Back on your knees, now. Your little cook is ok, he just happened to fall in here as he came to rescue all!” you inform him, laughing at how Zoro tries to look away from Sanji’s nakedness. And you smirk, that’s your secret swordsman, you aren’t stronger, you weren’t just interested in what was happening before your eyes… well not until now…

Sanji is brought next to you; while the surgeon is about to reach climax, as Kid’s strong arm keeps masturbating him, and he can’t take it no more.

The blonde, who stands right next to you, unable to move but flashing his blue eyes wide open to his marimo friend, receives your special hand treatment. His hard sex, eager to be touched, it’s the only thing Zoro is able to see. He begins drooling, now really hard.

“Ah, I knew it… every person has its weaknesses…” you laugh, using Sanji’s dripping precum to lubricate your palm so you can go faster around his shaft. “Come on, Sanji-kun! Let’s show your friend what a slutty bitch you are! You like this, Sanji?” you ask sweetly, but clearly sadistically to the moaning prince.

He nods, with legs trembling and knees pressed against each other. His hands, tied over his lower belly, can barely move its fingers. Soft white skin, getting red from the arousal and the heat.  His eyes a little teary since your are now also playing with his back entrance and your finger.

“Zoro! Are you jerking off again? Good!” you encourage him, making him also blushed as he couldn’t stop fighting the need. “Are you jerking off because of Sanji? Hum? You like him don’t you?” you ask, making Sanji moan louder.

Zoro is unable to speak, he wants to look the other way, but he can’t. He feels humiliated, there is no way he is gonna say he isn’t into his friend now. Sanji… the cook!

More! More! Your lips get to Sanji’s right nipple, sucking it hard while under you Kid and Law have started making out, so sexily. “After all, they were little sluts… Zoro you were right”

A loud grunt ripped out from Zoro’s throat makes him squirm violently. The last pumps make him cum, squirting with his load everything around him. On all four panting, as his dick keeps twitching, and his seed sprouting from it you have the swordsman.

“No, no resting. Come here, you deserve a treat. Come finish Sanji!” you tell him, calling him to your side. The swordsman understands he is not a king, and he shouldn’t mess with the queen of hell itself, but in any case, stumbling upon himself he drags his lustful body next to the moaning blonde.

Sanji widens his eyes, Zoro is unable to stop himself, and his strong arms begin touching the blonde up and down… there is nothing to lose now, and Sanji isn’t really complaining either.

Your feet separate the two captains underneath you as if they were dogs about to fuck, that’s what mortals are after all. “Sh sh, you two… While these two fuck each other, you fuck me, now” you command.

Law’s face covered in red lipstick looks beautiful. Kid also looks precious, his hair now hang lose over his hair, Law’s past orgasm staining his abs and his upcoming orgasm that screams the need of being released.

Both stand up, their eyes land on Sanji’s squirming motions as Zoro is dedicated to make his friend with his mouth around the tip of his dick. “Leave them have their moment, they will join us in a moment!” you chime, slapping the blonde’s ass cheek.

You stand up, pushing Kid to your throne. “Don’t get to comfortable on the throne you, I know you! I just wanna jump on your dick” you warn him, these captains are always trying to be the king of something.

As the red haired gets on position you sit facing your back at him. Guiding his sex into you, you moan louder. He is big and wide, and it definitely stretches your walls really well, but, it’s not enough…

“Come here, Law” you take him by his hand, pulling him softly to penetrate you too. “Yes, Queen-ya” he whispers, getting ready to fulfil his duty. Quickly with him topping you, his shaft makes its way inside you, grazing Kid’s one.

You whine, Kid swears, Law moans. They begin to move, specially Kid, who seems to be the one dominating the hips motions. Kissing Law, sucking his tongue and biting his lip, you let them fully thrust into you.

Sometimes you take a quick look at Zoro and Sanji. The swordsman has his mouth fully occupied with the cook’s shaft, choking with it, and carving his nails on his strong hips. Sanji whines louder in between the gag, announcing he is coming too. A cum Zoro receives glad over his prominent chest, a tempting place to make Sanji pass his tongue.

You snap your fingers once more; “Bye, bye ropes” you command, burning them instantly and without them even noticing. “Use your tongue to clean Zoro’s chest, and them come here you two!”

Quickly the blonde does so, startling Zoro with his actions. While you laugh and flinch as you feel your walls stretch and clenching to Law and Kid. Your longer nails carved on the surgeon’s caramel skin, Kid’s teeth leaving marks on your neck as he bites you.

“Good boys, come on fuck your Queen harder!”

Soon, Sanji and Zoro joined you. You kiss the blonde, grazing his cheek; “Good job, little boy”. As for Zoro you smile at him, pulling him closer to kiss him too. “You should thank me, don’t waste this opportunity, ok? Now, put your mouths to work” you command, lifting your arms up so they can have fun with your breasts.

Four of the strongest men in the living world are cooperating just to make you scream, just to please you. Like it should be, Queen!

Soon, they replace each other, filling you up one by one. Their lips and teeth around your breasts, they dicks in and out of you, hands, so many hands grazing your skin… their skins, a mix of bodies that nobody can tell where they start and where they end. Sweating, moaning, biting, and kissing. Licking and dripping. Sexes being grazed, and holes being penetrated…

An unholy orgy, worthy of Hell… “You have sufficed your Queen, my sweet boys. Now, you are able to go back your world… unless you wanna stay a little longer…”

“MY QUEEN I WANNA ST-!“ “KUROASHI-YA NO!” “Cook… fucking damn it let’s go back!”

[misschifuyu]

hii <3

i would like to request a headcanon with kazutora, chifuyu mitsuya having sex with their s/o please? if it's too much feel free to ignore it :)

thanks <33 have a nice day/night

- hi there my love !! don’t worry, this request is absolutely fine, and it’s actually the first full nsfw one so I do hope you like it

Kazutora, Chifuyu and Mitsuya general n/sfw headcanons

genre: smut. the characters are depicted as their present selves

warnings: explicit content & language.

Kazutora

jumping right into it, i feel that kazutora is more on the make love side rather than blowing your back out. sure, if you asked him to be rough on an odd day, he'd happily comply. he's just more on the softer side

this is mostly due to his past; he knows what he's capable of, even after all those years since his toman days, so he'd be very precautious not to hurt you in any way

you'll know when he's needy, like you just will. kazutora will turn ever to touchy and try to remain as close to you as possible when he's trying to get you into bed

he doesn't really need words, but he'll speak if you ask him to

"i...really need to be inside you"

don't think this translates as skipping foreplay, though

very much the opposite. kazutora loves feeling up on your soft skin, leaving faint marks with his teeth that would gradually turn into darker shades of purple

he quite likes marking you up, it's really the only thing that could be mildly classed as rough, as he'd frequently leave teeth marks. he adores hearing your voice when he'd catch you off guard with a particularly harsh bite, squirming beneath him

this man is an avid lover of giving oral

he won't turn down a blowjob, but he'd sometimes feel a little awkward whenever you did. he'd ease into it after a few minutes, but he still preferred pleasuring you instead

between your thighs is his favourite place to be, no matter the time of the day. whether you're laying on your back or hovering over his face, kazutora will keep you there for a good while, voicing out praises at you as he basked in your reactions

if his tongue wasn't too occupied, of course

"god, i just can't get enough of you"

make sure to praise him just as much. he absolutely loves hearing loving nicknames from you whenever you tell him how much of a good job he's doing

it gets him even more riled up, and would frequently grind himself against whatever surface you were on

speaking of surfaces, though the bed is the most convenient place to indulge in you, kazutora isn't picky about the location, so long as it's somewhere inside

he's been known to take you whilst you watched a movie, on a counter as you waited for food to cook, even up against a wall when he couldn't be bothered to make it all the way to the bed

as long as he gets to watch your face twist into one of pleasure, he really couldn't care less where it was

a key point when having sex with kazutora: pull his hair

it can be in a ponytail or loose, doesn't matter; he will let out the prettiest moans ever if you just so tugged gently on his locks

it's a sensitive spot of his, so be sure to use it wisely. it'll take him some self control to not go absolutely feral on you if you do, so its best you tell him it's okay to let go before you play with his hair

whenever you start reaching your high, no matter if he's over or behind you, he will bury his face into your neck and suck on the skin, emphasising the already noticeable marks

during aftercare - because this man will pamper you after a session, no matter how long or short it was - he will trace over the marks with light kisses, asking if any of them were still sore

and, of course, a shower will be waiting for you as soon as he's done with that. it's a perfect excuse to spend so more time pressed up against you; a double win, in his eyes

Chifuyu

let's get one thing straight: chifuyu is ready to get it on with you whenever and, frankly wherever. it doesn't take much to get him all needy and, more times that not, he will approach you with the intention of getting in your pants, no matter what you were doing

of course, he will ask if you're up for it, too - consent is key, people

see, he's a very touchy, affectionate person. he loves being around you and will take up any chance to be near you. sometimes, though, this need to be close to you will escalated into something more. even if you were simply cuddling, chifuyu will, occasionally, start to feel his pants getting a little too tight for comfort

when things get going, he is an absolute sweetheart. treating you with care, he will melt into your lips, hands roaming around your body. he's not very talkative during foreplay, but that's mostly because his mouth is usually occupied

however, once your clothes have been discarded, something with click inside of him, making his only goal to leave you in an absolute mess by the time he was done with you

littering your skin with kisses and subtle bites, he will run his hands along your sides, causing goosebumps on your skin that he'd always notice, a sly smile on his lips whenever he did

he's a tease. whilst you try and push your hips towards him, he will simply place kisses on your skin near the area you most needed him to touch

you're going to actually have to tell him what you want before you loose sight of the playful smile that hung on his lips

"that's it...wasn't that hard to ask, now was it?"

chifuyu will get right to the point once he drops his teasing act, though, and expect a good two to three orgasms before he decides he's done with you

when it comes to positions, he likes those in which he can be closest to you. skin on skin is his favourite feeling, and the closer his face can be to yours, the better

when he's pounding into you, he'll bring a hand up to your face. he'd hold it softly, contrasting from his rough pace, and whisper out a series of praises

"you look so pretty like this...does it feel that good? tell me, i want to hear your voice"

a fun thing about chifuyu is that he's a switch, a big one at that. if you find the impulse to flip him onto his back, or simply take over, he will automatically slip out of his position in charge

this is when you'll be able to hear his pretty voice. although he will start with small whimpers here and there, by the time he's edging towards his orgasm he will let out a string of soft moans, grabbing onto you in any way he can as he does

when he reaches his orgasm, his grip will keep you in the position you were in, his body stiffening up as his eyes would close shut

this will be applied whether he's in control or not, honestly. chifuyu loses most of his focus when he's nearing his high, only having enough to call out your name

he may be shorter than most of the guys, but he has one hell of a stamina. one round will never be sufficient for him, and he'd certainly be up to waiting for you to calm down until the next one if it meant he could make you - and himself - see stars again

this will be when, as well as during aftercare, he will give you soft kisses against your skin, massaging areas such as your stomach and thighs as he'd let out hums of happiness

as said before, he's a sweetheart. sure, sometimes you'd be sore after being with him, but he'd always make it up to you with the most perfect cuddling session afterwards

Mitsuya

mitsuya is very skilled with his hands, as shown by his talent when it comes to designing and creating magnificent fashion pieces

watching him work is quite the sight, and even more so if you're familiar with other wonders he's able to do with those fingers of his

but, to start off, know that it will take him some determination to start anything up with you

he's a busy man with a lot on his mind, so it would take him a bit to hold himself back from just jumping on you because of the growing stress that had built up throughout the day

he's a respectful man and, therefore, will take his time and look for subtle hints to see if perhaps you'd follow his lead

when you catch his drift, though, he will be all hands on you

sex is a perfect way to wind down from his hectic schedule, and he couldn't ask for anyone else better to do it with rather than you

oral is key during foreplay. he will start by making his way down on you, his voice speaking words of appreciation between the kisses he'd place on your skin

watching you writhe from the position between your legs was something he thoroughly adored, your body jerking with every skilled move from both his mouth and his fingers

after a good few minutes of pulling his hair and high pitched moans from your behalf, he will lift himself away from you. this will be your turn to switch up places

and also when you'd see the truly, needy mitsuya

you see, he has very, very sensitive skin. his neck, his chest, his waist...with simple touches of your hand, you can reduce him to a squirming mess

when he's the one receiving oral, he will absolutely lose any sense of straightforward thinking, especially if you run your hands on his thighs whilst you peer up at him through your lashes

his moans are like music to your ears. he won't speak much, unable to actually form words as he shivers from the feeling of you between his legs, but his hand on your head will be enough to tell you that you're doing a good job

if he's sat up whilst you give him the blowjob, expect to be pushed down as soon as he reaches his orgasm. he tends to curl over when he does, his whole body turning into a trembling mess

he will make up for accidentally making you gag, though. in the sense that you won't be able to walk straight for the next few days

he may be sensitive, but he also isn't one to go slow when it comes to intercourse. he will also go for a few rounds, loving how you'd come undone before him every time

hold on to him when he does: the feeling of your nails digging into his back whenever he's on top of you always makes him pick up his speed, and he loves the marks that would appear afterwards

it was a way to know that he was taking good care of you

mitsuya isn't one to talk dirty, but he will shower you with loving comments during aftercare. he'd trace your skin with his fingers as you lay on his chest, both equally as tired and worn out

his sex drive is high, but so is his love for you

so he'd always prepare a bath for you afterwards, where he'd try and keep you awake with soft kisses and talking to you whilst you enjoyed the warm water

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 2)

pairings: mirio togata, tenya iida, katsuki bakugo, aizawa shota, tomura shigaraki, dabi, hawks, mashirao ojiro, tamaki amajiki

warnings: hinting anxiety/anxiety attacks, reverse comfort, also tamaki’s made me cry so have fun lmao 

part one with mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou here!

WHEN YOU COMFORT THEM THE MOMENT THEY BREAK DOWN: MIRIO TOGATA, TENYA IIDA, KATSUKI BAKUGO

MIRIO TOGATA

there was no way that mirio was completely fine after everything that had happened to him

he had lost his quirk, experienced a battle that could result in permanent trauma, and he lost nighteye-- the leader and hero that he had looked up to for so long

but when you told him that it was okay to be strong all the time, mirio had broken

he broke for the first time in what felt like years

“don’t worry a-ahbout me!” 

the saddest part about it?

he was smiling through his tears not even a few moments after his grin broke

his lips were trembling, his eyes were red and his entire body was shaking with suppressed sobs, but he had an unwavering smile.

and that... that was heartwrenching to look at.

his smile fell, his body trembled and he let out a strangled sobbut for some reason, this-- none of it had shown a single trace of weakness. it was a way of him to express very human emotions and reactions as everyone else could.

he wasn’t disappointing nighteye in anyway-- more of showing respect by letting it all out to be able to show genuine smiles in public

how come such human emotions were labeled as good or bad?

“i let him down,” mirio gasped, “i let him down, i hurt him, i could have saved him, and-”

“hey, it’s okay, you’re going to be okay. it’s just me baby, it’s just me,” you cooed as you wrapped your arms around him. “shhh, it’s just me. you’re okay.”

mirio’s hands trembled as he gripped tight onto you

his chest was getting tighter as he burst into struggled breaths. he was just so... tired.

a million thoughts zipped through his head at once, but he just had to calm the storm for a while in your arms

TENYA IIDA 

it was right after the accident in hosu city, and everything, everything had gone wrong

even though he didn’t show it at first, he felt used as an advertisement for hatsume, and then losing in a battle with todoroki and felt like he was thriving on dumb luck

he just wanted to make his brother proud, that was-

-if he could, anymore. 

he felt so weak for letting himself feel this way, his head racing and chest heaving as he struggled to breathe

letting your guard down will just make things worse. tensei wouldn’t want this.

tenya’s body visibly trembled as he let out a shaky breath in his dorm room, thinking everything over in the darkness

“iida?” you asked, knocking on the door.

immediately, his demeanor changed as he shifted over to a braver face. 

“hello, y/n!”

just breathe. they’ll be gone sooner or later. breathe.

“why are you up this late at night?” he asked.

“i was just checking in on you, but i should be asking you the same question, sonic boy,” you grinned, until you noticed his hands trembling.

and for some reason, that hurt you. his face was.. so put together with a brave smile, confident eyes, and his head held up high and posture straight and firm

but when you saw his hands trembling and an odd shifting in his chest, you knew something was up

“are you okay?” you tested the words. 

tenya tried. he tried so, so hard to smile and affirm with a confident, “yes!”

but he couldn’t.

“i-i’m not- i’m not sure-,” his voice broke into a whisper. 

“i don’t know.”

you melted into a hug next to him as you took a seat. “hey, you can tell me anything, okay? it’s okay not to have your guard up all the time, it’s not weak to show emotion. just- if you want, can you tell me what’s been going on?”

tenya took a shaky breath and pushed up his glasses. “of course, thank you for asking, i will.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO

after his fight with deku, all of the willpower left in him to hold himself together disappeared 

katsuki had been exhausted after a long day of fighting, not just physically, but emotionally

he had tried to keep his head high for as long as he could, but the moment he went to his dorm room, he just... broke.

angry tears released and he choked out heavy, strangled sobs as he pounded his fist to the ground in frustration

katsuki cursed towards whoever was there, until he found you standing behind him

he was too tired to argue.

“the fuck are you doing here,” he grumbled.

“is something wrong, 'suki?” you whispered. “i was just coming by to drop off your water bottle, you left it during hero training,” you examined his face. “are you- are you okay?”

he loved you, he really did-- but today just wasn’t a good day. “mn-no,” he managed to say.

his chest was heaving and his eyes seemed to be searching the room, as if looking for an exit.

you noticed the dark circles around his eyes and the way his lips trembled. had he been crying?

you slowly cupped his face in your hands, noses touching as you two shared breaths, inhaling and exhaling together

katsuki was too tired to pull away. 

he felt so weak.

you could hear katsuki’s breath shaking but slowly dying in volume as he held him tighter

“hey,” you said softly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “you’re gonna be okay ‘suki. you’re gonna be okay.”

they’re pitying me.

“this?” you said, holding his bruised hand up and motioning towards his trembling figure. “this isn’t weak.” you said, as if reading his mind. “this is strong. this is brave. being emotionally vulnerable is one of the most courageous things anyone can ever do, and you are so much more than that, m’kay?”

he nodded in response. even though he didn’t express it that well, he thought of it 

WHEN YOU PROMISE TO STAY: TOMURA SHIGARAKI, HAWKS, DABI

DABI

everyone shut up i love him

all that he’s ever wanted and asked for in life was for someone to notice him for who he genuinely was, to be free to do whatever he pleased

it was late at night and you two were outside, the moon illuminating in the darkness as you slid against the wall of the city in the back of the building

“anything interesting happen?” you asked, staring up into the moon

the night was young and it had been a rough, terrible day at work for both of you, even though you had separate jobs and shfits-- the only thing that pushed you forward everyday was being able to meet with dabi right after, at exatly 11pm. 

sure, you did it every day, and it shouldn’t have been that impactful-- but for some reason, somehow, everything about talking to him was so... exhilerating. 

he didn’t reply.

“uhhm,” you shuffled nervously toward him. “dabi, you good?”

he let out a shaky exhale, which was odd.

hold the phone.

no, really, someone hold the phone because it was ringing

“oh, sorry, one sec,” you rushed, hurrying to answer. it was one of your co-workers. “hello!”

“uhuh. yeah. oh, cool... got it, mhm, be right ther-”

you noticed how dabi’s body language immediately changed as he turned around and crossed his arms gently over his chest and stared into the sky.

this really, really wasn’t like him. 

something had to be wrong.

“uhm, on second thought,” you said. “does tomorrow at... noon work for you? i have plans. yeah. mhm, sorry not tonight. yep, bye!”

dabi’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t look at you. “who was that?”

“one of my coworker buddies or whatever. they wanted to have a drink with me, but i said no.”

“why’d you say no?” he deadpanned.

“uhhhm, well, you certainly don’t seem very... how should i say this, at your fullest?”

“but why?” dabi said. “you meet with me every day, and going with your friends is probably a lot easier than this. what’s so different about it..?”

you thought carefully as you shrugged casually, gently leaning your head against his shoulder. “if one of my closest pals were down, i couldn’t just... leave them like that. and even though i know you won’t tell me what’s wrong, i just.. i just don’t want you to feel alone, you know? like everyone in your life has left? and i- i don’t want to do that to you.”

even though dabi stayed relatively quiet for the rest of the night, 

just know that was the day he fell in love with you.

SHIGARAKI

nightmares were the worst. 

for the record, he didn’t get them often, but when he did, and actually reacted to it... they ended up terrible

he gasped, grasping at the air for his mother’s embrace only to be met with nothingness

he clawed at his skin as his breath hitched, trying to control himself

“tomura?” you asked. “...are- are you okay?”

“get away from me,” he trembled. “i’m a... i’m a monster.”

you furrowed your eyebrows in concern. “hey, hey, c’mon. what’s going on-”

“leave me alone.”

his sudden change in tone made you jump as you stepped back and you watched his figure tremble. 

“shigaraki.”

“if something’s wrong, don’t sugarcoat it. if something’s wrong, please, for the love of the world, tell me, okay? i just- i just want to see you... maybe..”

“what?” shigaraki deadpanned. “happy? satisfied? content? joyful? you people all want the same thing.”

“hopeful.”

shigaraki looked up. 

“i want to see you hopeful, m’kay? so just... please. you don’t need to tell me word-for-word, but-- if you need something, i’m here.”

he was not going to cry. nuhuh. no way. no way was he going to start crying. 

you wrapped your arms around him before he cautiously hugged back, letting himself slowly melt into your embrace, his satin gloves against your clothes

“hey. i promise you, i’m never going to be leaving. no matter how much you mess up, no matter how terrible you may feel-- you mean the world to me. please hold on just a little longer.”

HAWKS

it wasn’t supposed to happen until later, when he was actually able to get home and prepare himself for anxious feeling in his stomach to finally settle

but noooo, his mental state really just said yolo

so here he was, reliving his entire childhood with memories that he’d pushed down for so long, about to snap in a matter of seconds

“keigo~!”

your familiar voice rang through his head. 

he just wanted to be held by you.

the most beautiful part about being with hawks his that he genuinely didn’t care about his pride around you. he wasn’t insecure of what you thought of him. he didn’t freak out or try to act like he was fine when you were with him, because... why would he need to? 

so instead of putting on a brave face and getting scared of your voice as if being anxious was a crime, he melted into it.

“hey angel, i got you some food at the-”

“y/...y/n,” his breath hitched. your voice, that you often said you were insecure about-- was his safe haven. he felt safe when he heard your voice and let himself crumple. he didn’t have to worry about putting his walls up, because it was just you.

beautiful, loving, kind you. 

his love was something special that he gave to no one else.

“k-keigo!” 

even though you were far from him, your bags in hand and everything, you immediately dropped them and ran to your boyfriend

“hey, hey, baby, what’s going on?” 

he stood directly in front of you, his head down and not saying a word.

you let your breathing sync with his as you reached out to hold his hand, when he threw his arms around you before his trembling body was held in your embrace

“-hey,” you said, shocked by the sudden embrace, before you hugged back, slowly, rocking him back and forth. “you’re going to be okay.”

“you don’t have to tell me anything, just-- focus on me,”

“i’m never leaving you, okay? no matter what you do, you’re still going to be my hero.”

and hawks decided on that day that out of anything else in the world, you meant the most to him. 

WHEN YOU TELL THEM THAT THEY MATTER: TAMAKI AMAJIKI, MASHIRAO OJIRO, SHOTA AIZAWA

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

useless. useless. useless.

why wouldn’t his stupid quirk activate before? why couldn’t he be more optimistic? why was he always thinking about something else? why couldn’t he ever stay positive and cheery like everyone else?

how was everyone else so strong?

but laying in a hospital bed, in complete silence and vulnerability...

that scared him.

tamaki blinked back the sudden tears that prickled against his eyes-- nuhuh, no way was he about to cry when so many other people had it worse, no way he was going to break down when nighteye was dead, he was not about to cry if mirio could be strong and so many other people had it worse, and-

“tamaki, snap out if it!”

your cold hands cupped his face, as you stared him directly in the eyes. “what are you doing?”

tamaki jumped back at your sudden question. but for some reason, the way you said it wasn’t angrily, more like... a statement? a question? as if you were asking are you okay?

tamaki shook his head. “i don’t... i don’t kn-know..”

get away, get away, get away.

your hands brushed back a hair from his face as you crouched down in front of him, your hands still helping him cool down. they rested gently on his scalp and along his face as you felt his breathing grow uneasy.

“listen,” you began slowly. “i’m not saying you need to tell me what’s going on, but... i just- i have a feeling that you’re not doing okay. and i know that because no one was ever really there for me back then, so if you want to say anything--”

“--i’m here for you.”

tamaki crumpled then as he let the tears fall.

his entire mask shattered as his breath hitched, trying to hold back the sobs but only came out as strangled breaths. 

“hey, hey, hey, you’re okay, you’re okay.” 

you held up his chin and rocked him back and forth, slowly. “just because other people seem to be going through bigger things doesn’t mean that you should invalidate your problems. if something’s hurting you, that’s enough of a problem to take care of it.”

tamaki began to shake as he suddenly clutched onto you, his body trembling as he nodded. 

what would mirio, nejire, nighteye, fatgum-- what would they think of him now?

“whatever is going around in your head right now will all quiet soon, i promise you, ‘mkay?”

“it’s okay. it’s okay. you’re okay.” 

AIZAWA SHOTA

“you didn’t eat,” you said, staring at the takeout that was left in its packaging. 

you heard shota mumble under his sleeping bag. “i’ll eat after.”

“after what?” you said back from the kitchen. 

you weren’t exactly mad at him, you could say-- it was more of disappointment, maybe? concern? he had always been so concerned about his students that he forgot to take care of himself-- no wonder why he was so angry lately. 

(and no, it wasn’t his resting face, he was genuinely burnt-out the last couple of days and it wasn’t getting better.)

“shota, come on,” you said softly. “or else i’m taking your sleeping bag away from you.”

aizawa’s head emerged from the bag, the light from the laptop giving a lovely display of his eyebags. “oh?”

he smirked, even though he seemed so drained.

“yes,” you said, pointing your nose up in the air and crossing your arms. “and you better go eat before i take it away.”

aizawa raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

you watched him eat, but he kept his laptop on the table the whole time.

he was looking through the profiles of all his students, and that was-- insane

despite how much had happened to him, he always thought of someone else first, putting everyone else above him.

“you’re going to overwork yourself,” you finally said. 

“amazing,” aizawa sighed back. “had no clue.”

“oh, c’mon,” you egged. “you matter too, ya know.”

you noticed how tense his shoulders were, how his gaze was fixated to the screen and the way his veins were protruding from lack of sleep, and how red his eyes were.

sure, most of the time, this was normal-- but you just had this gut feeling that something was wrong.

“i suppose you’re not wrong,” aizawa ventured. “but sometimes, you realize that students make up most of the world. i want them to grow..”

his gaze on the screen broke.

“and for them to know a world of love and kindess, not-- whatever this is.”

you looked at him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead. “but they have a teacher who works so hard already, and you-- you deserve a break. you’re always working so hard, and you have to remember that you matter, too, okay?”

you smiled sadly. “i need to go to work, but please finish the takeout for me, hmm?”

he never told you this, of course-- but yeah, he thought of your voice every time he wanted to take a break. he never forgot the words you said. 

MASHIRAO OJIRO

being forgotten was something that came way too easily for him.

everyone in class 1a was so good at everything-- they all either had good looks, a nice voice, talents, a cool quirk, technique, charisma, and he?

ojiro felt like he didn’t have anything.

but what did it matter, right? being the forgotten one was fine to him, at least. he was able to take time for himself. 

...kind of.

he was heading back from ua into the dorms, walking alone when he realized it started to rain.

picking up his bags, he ran, putting them under his shoulders so that they didn’t get wet-- it wasn’t a long walk, but it was a lot to have to run back and make sure everything stayed dry

“wait!”

ojiro turned around to find you, carrying your backpack in the air and waving your arms. “slow-” you panted, “down! god, where’d all the rain come from??”

he chuckled slightly, until he noticed your bag getting soaked, and before he knew it, ojiro called you over and said he could carry your bag

“are you sure?” you asked, in-between breaths. “i doubt you can carry both-”

ojiro laughed and waved his tail like a hand. “i can carry it.”

your face lit up. “thanks! okay, now let’s run back, c’mon.”

you two ran as fast as you could, trying not to slip as the rain began to pour even harder against your backs. 

but when you opened the doors to the dorms and your bag was completely dry, ojiro smiled.

(also y’all he’s an underrated king DO Y’ALL KNOW HOW PRECIOUS HIS SMILE IS?? PLS-)

“thanks,” you grinned. “your quirk is actually really cool. not just for keeping stuff dry, but uh, thanks. i appreciate it.”

something inside of him made his heart swell. 

“really?” ojiro asked. “do you really- is that true?”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up too quickly, but the way you nodded proudly and affirmed it was something he could never forget.

“yeah!” you said. “just because you’re not flashy as other people doesn’t mean that you’re a plain, boring person, you know that? you’re actually really cool!”

“huh. thanks,” he noted-- and don’t worry, he walked back into his dorm room with a grin on his face the whole time.

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Michael’s Suit

Summary: Dean’s not like himself when he returns home after being used as Michael’s vessel but when he finally opens up, he shares some information that will affect them all...

Pairing: Dean x reader (with Michael!Dean)

Word Count: 5,000ish

Warnings: language, angst, kidnapping

A/N: I so wished this show hadn’t screwed up Michael!Dean. He could have been SUCH a terrifying villain if they’d treated him properly and not given him such a crappy end...

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“How’s he doing?” asked Sam. You stared blankly at the empty shot of bourbon in front of you and poured a refill, swigging it down before Sam stole the bottle away.

“I was drinking that,” you said.

“Who was it that instituted the rule that we only drink when we’re having fun or celebrating? Not to drown our crap out. Who was that?” said Sam.

“He won’t talk to me. He won’t talk. He walked in that bedroom and shut the door,” you said.

“He’s dealing with shit and we both know he’d rather have you be the one that does this. If you’re too busy getting drunk though-”

“Fuck you, Sam,” you said, sniffling as you stood up. You made a face and went to move past him, Sam catching you and pulling you into his chest. You cried for a moment, Sam kissing the top of your head until you’d calmed down. “Sorry.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, it wasn’t your fault. Dean said yes to save both of us,” he said.

“Michael hurt him. He must have,” you said. “Dean won’t talk to me.”

“Yes, he will. Go try and if it doesn’t work, come get me and we’ll do this together. Try for me please, Y/N,” said Sam. “I know he wants you.”

You nodded and took a deep breath. After a moment you were standing outside your bedroom door, debating knocking when you instead pushed the door open. Dean was sat on the edge of the bed, his suit vest and dress shirt thrown on the floor. He was staring blankly at the wall, glancing away from your direction as you shut the door.

“Hey,” you said. He didn’t say anything and you carefully stepped over in front of him. He shut his eyes and you knelt down in front of him, grabbing one of his hands. There were bruises you didn’t see from earlier and you swallowed. “Did Michael do this?”

He nodded slowly, still not looking at you. You pursed your lips and stood up.

“Go take a shower for me and then I’ll clean up whatever I need to, okay baby?” you asked. He didn’t agree but he did leave. Fifteen minutes later he came back in his pajama pants and a black t shirt, sitting in the same spot.

You wrapped up his wrists for him, putting a little cream on to help with the ache you suspected was there. He let you lift up his arms and check him over, spotting a few more random bruises. It was strange. Archangels shouldn’t be able to be hurt like that.

“Are you hungry?”

He shook his head, staring at the floor, digging his toes into the hard surface. You frowned and sat down next to him. You set a hand in his lap, opened up for him to rest his own in. He kept his hands to himself though, pulling them up to his chest.

“If you never want to talk to me again, that’s okay. Just know that I’m not going to hurt you,” you said.

“I know,” he said quietly. He put a hand over yours, allowing you to lace your fingers together. “I’m…”

“It’s okay, De.”

“Michael didn’t let me talk,” he said. He finally turned to you, a pained expression in his eyes. “I’ve been to Hell and tortured and all of it. But Michael was...in me. Everywhere. Hell, they rip you apart. Michael...he rips your head apart. I couldn’t even breathe.”

“Is that where the bruises came from?” you asked. Dean closed his eyes and sighed.

“He controlled my body. He could hurt it, hurt me, without feeling any pain or have it be an inconvenience to him if you get what I mean,” said Dean. 

“Did he hurt you a lot?” you asked. You knew that was pushing things. Dean didn’t talk about stuff like that unless he wanted to and you fully expected him to clam back up.

Dean starting to shake and cry was the last thing you were expecting.

“Baby,” you said, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into the middle of the bed. “It’s okay, you’re safe. Dean, he’s gone.”

“No he’s not,” said Dean, gripping onto you tight. “He’s like all powerful and he...he made a new vessel right before he left. He made a copy of me and he popped right in there. He wanted me to know it. He said even if he’s not with me, he always...owns me.”

“Nobody owns you, Dean. Nobody,” you said. He didn’t nod but he didn’t disagree either which was a win for right now. You held onto him as he rested his chin on your shoulder, quickly calming down as you rubbed his back.

You assumed Michael was in search for a new vessel but if he had a carbon copy of his perfect one, you only imagined he was up to no good.

“Y/N,” said Dean. “Can we go to bed? I haven’t slept in forever.”

“Yeah. Of course. I’ll get your favorite blanket and we’ll call it an early night.”

“What the fuck do you mean Michael is still walking around wearing Dean’s face?” said Sam the next morning at breakfast.

“I mean the dick of an archangel made a copy of Dean and popped into him. He is kinda super powerful, Sammy. He can bring people back to life. It’s not too much stretch of the imagination to think he could figure out how to make an empty meat suit,” you said.

“But why?”

“Because I’m his perfect vessel. He’s strongest in me so it makes sense why he’d want to stay in that body,” said Dean as he wandered in. “Also, my chick flick moment has passed so-”

“We are so beyond you pretending you don’t have feelings so just stop it, would you?” you said. Dean stared at you like deer in the headlights, Sam cocking his head.

“Dean, you okay?” asked Sam.

Dean looked around, going to the still hot stove. He put his hand on the burned and you instantly ran over, Dean pulling it away quickly.

“Fuck,” he said, shoving it under some cold water. “Okay, real. Very real.”

“Did...did you think this wasn’t...real?” you asked.

“He’s tricked me before but I figured out pretty quick how to tell the difference. I figured it was but I had to be sure,” said Dean, hitting the water off and wiping his hand off. You shook your head and Sam ran a hand through his hair. “I’m fine. So you got any leads on Michael?”

“No. I think the best thing right now is for you to get your feet under you. You were gone for three months,” said Sam. 

“Three months?” asked Dean. “That’s...it?”

“How long-”

“A year, maybe more,” said Dean. “There was no way for me to keep track of time.”

“Either way,” you said, looking over to Sam, “You need to rest up. Please. For Sam and me.”

Dean frowned but nodded after a moment. He grabbed the plate of bacon on the counter and took a seat at the table, smiling as he dug in. You set a glass of orange juice down for him, Dean pointing towards the coffee machine. Two minutes later you had a cup in front of him, Dean giving you a thumbs up. You followed Sam out to the hall, Sam glancing back at the kitchen.

“I don’t think we should leave him alone,” said Sam. “He put his hand on a hot burner.”

“It wasn’t that hot and can you blame him? Didn’t you use to squeeze your scar to tell what was real and what wasn’t?” you asked.

“That was...I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Me either. Whatever Michael did, he hurt him down to his soul. Or worse,” you said.

“I will look into this twin Michael Dean out there and maybe you can help him get back to his old self?” asked Sam. “Maybe take him on an easy hunt when he’s up to it?”

“Find Michael and fast. I have a feeling Dean isn’t going to tell me anything more about what went down and I want that psycho dead or locked up and yesterday,” you said.

“Agreed. We’ll get him, just like we got Dean back. I promise.”

“Dean,” you hummed, flipping through a cookbook that evening. “What would you like for dinner?”

“Pie,” he said. You smiled, giving him a hug from where he was sat at the counter working on his laptop.

“I will run out and pick you up one then, cutie,” you said, kissing him gently. He returned it with a soft smile and you smushed your cheek against his. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, sweetheart. I was thinking maybe we could order a meat lover’s pizza and some wings from Tony’s?” he asked. “The friday night usual?”

“I have not had our friday night usual in months and that sounds amazing. You want to order and I can head out to get the pie and then pick up the pizza?” you asked.

“Blueberry if they have it?” he said. 

“Blueberry it is. I’ll be back in an hour, babe.”

“Hello,” you heard as you walked past the alley next to Tony’s, pizza box and bag in hand. You ignored the creep and headed for your car.

Until you were suddenly no longer on the sidewalk and were staring down the alley, your pizza and bag on the ground behind you. You pulled out your angel blade, feeling it be tossed aside as a shadowy figure stepped out into the light.

“Dean?” you said, scrunching up your face. He cocked his head, a three piece suit, long coat and tweed cap on him. “Michael.”

“Y/N. Pleased to make your acquaintance. Dean often thought of you. You were his...happy place,” said Michael. You planted your feet, Michael looking you up and down. “Really?”

“I’m not giving up without a fight,” you said. He hummed and snapped his fingers. Suddenly you were in the front hallway of a very, very nice house.

“Suitable?” he asked.

“Okay, angel dick. What-“

You stopped talking when you felt your arms suddenly bare. Glancing down you spotted yourself in a very pretty and elegant blue dress.

“And we’re walking…” said Michael. He turned and started to walk away, your feet following after him.

“Hey! Stop-“ you said before your mouth snapped shut.

“Shh. You’re to be seen and not heard right now,” he said. You growled at him and he chuckled. “Dean was right. You are feisty.”

You wanted to make another sound but not a peep came out. Your face was forced to relax into an easy smile as you followed Michael into a room occupied by a few men and women.

“Well now that we’re all here, let’s get down to business,” said Michael. You wound up sitting in the corner of a couch, Michael settling in beside you and pouring himself a scotch. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” said a woman you didn’t recognize. She stood up and cocked her head at you, her eyes going a bright green. “What a delicious treat you brought.”

“Make one move towards her and it will be the last thing you and your pack does. She’s no longer with the humans,” said Michael. “She’s decided to...choose her battles.”

“Michael’s correct,” you heard come out of your mouth before it snapped shut again.

God, you were going to kill him for this.

“So. Have you thought anymore of my proposal?” he asked.

“I didn’t realize you were working with hunters,” said a man.

“Just because she’s here doesn’t mean she chooses to be. Everyone should have a pet,” he said. “Be a dear and let’s have you stop breathing now.”

Suddenly you couldn’t suck in a breath, Michael ignoring your look of anger.

“Don’t worry, little one. Now, the offer,” said Michael.

“Our pack wants the North,” said the woman from before.

“So does ours,” said a different man.

“I do not care. Settle your disputes yourselves. Are you in or out?” asked Michael.

“I’m not risking my pack on the off chance-“

“Then I have your answer,” said Michael. “And know where your loyalties lie.”

“That’s not-“

“He always was sympathetic to the humans,” mumbled someone.

“Well we can’t have any of that here,” said Michael. “Can we?”

“I very much agree,” said the woman who apparently also wanted a place up in the North. You missed part of the conversation as your hands clawed at your throat.

Michael twirled his finger and you sucked in a gasp, taking a deep panting breath. He leaned over as the monsters started to argue.

“Sit there quietly and I won’t do that again,” he said. You shot him a dirty look but didn’t do anything besides rub your neck. “My time is valuable to me and you all are testing my patience.”

There were agreeances aside from the one now dead werewolf in the room. Michael smiled and headed out, your feet once again following after. Out in the hallway, you felt the space shift and you were in a different home, one with grand dark wood hallways. Your dress was gone, a pair of navy shorts you normally slept in and a tank top now on you.

The house wasn’t warm and you frowned as you followed Michael down a set of stairs and around a landing, down some more until you were walking on hardwood. He hummed and kept going through the finished basement, walking to a door and opening it, going through an unfinished storage area. He went back through another door, this one heavy and metal. He waved his hand and you walked ahead of him, swallowing as you breathed in cool damp dirt.

“Up, he said, your leg raising and stepping over something. The other did the same and then you were sitting and laying down on the cold thing. “Have we figured it out yet?”

“Malek box,” you said quietly. He smiled as he stepped into the light, resting his hand on the lid.

“Very good. I’m going to close this and then this little space is going to fill up with earth and then you’re going to sit here and think very hard of a very good reason why I should consider not keeping you in here forever. How’s that sound?” he asked. “I know being buried alive is one of those primal fears you humans have.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you said.

“Manners,” he said, slamming the lid shut. The air felt thick after a moment and you scraped your fingers on the inside. 

“Michael?” you said. There was no answer and you sighed.

You’d been through worse. You could get through this too.

“Well hello,” you heard long after you’d gotten used to the silence. Something creaked and you saw a little bit of light, Michael standing there. You immediately sat up, his hands on your arms. “Did you come up with a good reason?”

“The Winchesters are going to kick your ass if-“

“Back we go. That was only an hour. Or was it?” he smirked. Next thing you knew, you were back in the box in the dark.

“Let me out!” you shouted, slamming your fist against the lid. “Michael! Let me go!”

Your fingers hurt after awhile and you knew more than one of them was bleeding. But it was something to break up the nothing in the darkness. Your voice was gone after you’d shouted it away. Every inch of skin was cold and you’d already cried as much as you possibly could have. 

Michael didn’t come back this time.

He probably wasn’t coming back.

Ever.

So you laid there and tried to get the pain in your hands to go away, tried to not panic again.

You had a feeling that would only last so long.

“Good afternoon, little one,” was sang to you. You squeezed your eyes shut and stayed still. “It hasn’t even been a day.”

You didn’t move and he reached inside, resting a hand on your head.

“So. How are we feeling?”

You opened your mouth to speak but it was dry and the words were caught in your throat. You peeled open an eye and nodded.

“Alright then,” he said as he stepped aside. You sat up and stared at him, carefully moving a sore leg over the side and then the other. You climbed out and fell straight to the floor, Michael sighing. “Pathetic creatures you are.”

He grabbed your arm and yanked you up, mostly carrying you back up to the main hallway of the house. He dropped you on the ground before he wandered off, probably deciding you were no threat to him.

“If you can’t keep up, little one, we can always go back to option A,” he said from around the corner.

“You try walking,” you croaked out. He was suddenly right in front of you, tilting your chin up.

“Option A it-“

“No,” you said, pushing him away. “No.”

“Then get up.”

You got up to your feet for a moment before they got unsteady and you fell over hard.

“Good,” he said. He grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder like nothing. You were too tired to do anything so you hung there, Michael humming as he went down another hall.

He plopped you down on a hard floor, letting you get your bearings and find that you were in a bedroom.

“Behaving and cooperation gets you things. Trying to kill me, for example, will not. You’ll go back in the box, understand?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you said dryly.

“Would you like to try that again?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

“It ain’t gonna get nicer than that,” you said. “Dick.”

He smirked as he knelt down beside you. You took a deep breath, expecting to wind up back in the box. 

“Dean had many memories of you, memories I now have. I know all about you. I know exactly what your parents did to you. Now, we can have a relationship like that or something more civil. Your choice,” he said. 

You glanced down at your lap, Michael tsking you. You nodded and he patted your cheek roughly.

“What do you want?” you asked as he stood.

“For now I will settle for you not trying to kill me. Go clean yourself up. There are clothes in the closet,” he said as he went to the door. “I would not attempt to leave the building. It would be unpleasant.”

He closed the door as he left and you sighed, tucking your knees up to your chest.

“Guys, come find me. Please.”

“I was under the impression it did not take humans two hours to bathe,” said Michael when you found him sat at a table, reading a newspaper.

“I was dirty,” you mumbled, shrugging in your zip up. He hummed and nodded to the seat next to him, staring at you until you sat in it.

“Give me your wrist,” he said. You closed your eyes and set it on the table, Michael grabbing it and turning it over. “Watch me.”

You blinked them open, Michael making a small cut across your skin with a flick of his finger. He stared at you as he curled his finger up, a black cloud of smoke coming up from your wrist.

“How…” you said as you watched him pull it away, the smoke burning off. He set his hand over it and healed the skin, allowing you to reach it back to your chest quickly. “You-”

“Archangel. I can do a few things,” he smirked.

“Why would you get rid of a curse on me?” you asked.

“You despise your parents. You murdered them, understandably so. I would like to murder my father,” he said, standing up and pausing behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders. He leaned down, brushing his lips over your ear. “We’re more similar than you think, little one.”

“You’re a mass murderer,” you said.

“Takes one to know one,” he said. 

“I have never killed an innocent person or monster,” you said, snapping your head back at him.

“Y/N. In the world I come from, Dean Winchester, none of the Winchesters, exist. Do you know who my true vessel was in that world? There was this girl, a fighter. Self-taught when the monsters ran rampant. Always a bit of a loner but sweet. Except for the fact that this girl killed her parents when she was eighteen. She’d been running for years and years. It made this otherwise sweet girl not so sweet sometimes. Midway through the apocalypse over there, I introduced myself. She was...feisty and sassy and angry and there was something a little bit off inside. We became partners you see. She was my true vessel. She was very intelligent, great company. She was really just a great girl. Sadly I was cast out and her body destroyed before I could get back in. She was my world’s version of you, Y/N. I know you are different but I know at your core, you’re the same.”

“Don’t you have your true vessel?” you mumbled.

“Oh, I’m not leaving this suit ever. It’s perfect and there’s no crying Dean inside,” he said. You glared at him but Michael only smiled. “What I long for is my partner back. We won’t make the same mistakes we did back then.”

“Michael,” you said, looking up at him as he walked around the table. “I’m not her. Whoever she was, she’s gone.”

“I am not an idiot. I know that,” he snapped. He walked behind you and rested his hand on your head. “But you are similar. I’ve never cared for any human besides her. I believe with the right...attitude adjustment, you will choose the right path.”

“You loved her, didn’t you?” you asked. 

He shoved your head as he walked away, going to the counter and pouring himself a drink.

“You miss her,” you said as you stood up. “Now it makes sense why you haven’t killed me.”

“As you said, you’re not her,” he said, an angel blade dropping from his sleeve. You backed up, Michael right on you until you hit a wall. He raised his blade, glaring at you. 

“You can understand then why I hate you so much. You hurt Dean,” you said.

“I never said that you shouldn’t be angry with me.”

“Why on earth would you ever think I would work with you then?”

“Because there is a greater enemy out there and we both know it,” said Michael. 

“Talk about daddy issues,” you said. Michael grabbed your neck, giving it a not too gentle squeeze.

“Work with me or I will make his life Hell. I can always get another box and that one will not be opening,” he said.

“I don’t take well to threats,” you gritted out. “Let go.”

He dropped his hand and you sucked in air, Michael pinning you back with his arm.

“You help me with destroying my father and maybe I leave him alone,” said Michael.

“Fine,” you said, pushing him away. “Psycho.”

“You were not the only one with a poor childhood,” he growled.

“I didn’t use it as an excuse to grow up and hurt innocent people,” you shot back.

“You had other examples. I didn’t. I am far kinder than I have any right to be.”

“You’re-”

“I’m what,” he said, getting right in your face, so close his nose was touching yours. “I’m what exactly? Go on.”

You swallowed, Michael’s eyes glowing blue as they narrowed at you.

“You’re allowed to be angry at your father,” you said. His eyes returned to Dean’s normal shade of green but they were confused, Michael inching his face back. “If he hurt you, you’re allowed to be angry for that Michael. Destroying the world though, you don’t have an excuse to do that.”

“He created it. He left it, he left all of them. I will destroy each and every one of his precious little drafts until-”

“He doesn’t care about us any more than he did you,” you said. Michael stepped away and stood by the window, looking out at a well-kept backyard. “Be better than him.”

“Shut your mouth,” he said. You were instantly back in the bedroom, the window and door seemingly gone. You went to sigh but your lips wouldn’t part. You stepped into the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, trying your hardest but it didn’t budge.

Well shit.

A day later you were laying in the bed, throat dry and scratchy. You were so thirsty. God were you so thirsty. 

“Little one,” said Michael. You rolled over on the bed, putting your back to him. “Y/N.”

Your throat was no longer dry and you opened your jaw, taking a deep breath. The bed dipped on the other side and you felt his hand touch the back of your neck.

All of a sudden you were in the rain, Michael’s hands on your shoulders. You looked around and spotted Baby, gaze going to a lit up dinner and seeing Dean eating a burger inside.

“Wait,” said Michael as you tried to step forward. “You may say your goodbye to him and then you will return.”

“I am not-“

“Say goodbye and then I expect you to return. Or else,” said Michael.

“I can’t,” you said.

“Why?” 

“I’m crying. He’d know something is wrong,” you said. “I’m assuming you don’t want him to know that.”

“For the sake of the Y/N I knew, I will make you a deal,” he said. “You may return if when I call on you again, you answer.”

“Why would you do that?”

“I have a greater enemy than you,” he said. “For the moment, a truce. If however you say a word of this, I will slaughter you all.”

“How will you-“ you said before you felt his hands off of you. You spun around, Michael gone. You threw your head back and smiled.

You took a moment to wipe off your face and try to think of something believable to tell Dean. You could say a monster took you. It wasn’t a lie even. It was the best excuse you had to keep him safe from Michael.

You walked across the street, Dean walking out to Baby as you got to the parking lot. He fished in his pocket for his keys, accidentally dropping them on the ground. He bent over to pick them up, freezing halfway when he saw you.

“Hey,” you said with a soft smile.

“Y/N?” he asked. 

“Since been a few days,” you said, closing your eyes. “Sorry about the pizza.”

He rushed over and wrapped you up in a hug.

“You should test me,” you said, burrowing your face in his shoulder.

“I know it’s you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. He peeled off his jacket and put you in it, walking you over to the passenger side of Baby before he slipped behind the wheel. “What happened? You were just gone.”

“I got jumped by a witch on my way home from the pizza. I killed his partner a while back, solo hunt. He wanted revenge so he kidnapped me. On the plus side, that horrible curse I had stuck on me is gone,” you said.

“The purgatory one?” asked Dean.

“When I die, I won’t go there now,” you said. “The witch had to remove it in order to put whatever bad one they were trying to put on me. I managed to kill him and escape. Been trying to make my way home since.”

“A witch?” said Dean. You could see it on his face that he didn’t believe you. “Must have had one hell of a revenge plan. Let’s get you home and cleaned up. I’m sure you’re exhausted.���

He turned on Baby’s engine as you stared at him. He gave you a small nod as he fiddled with the radio. You reached over and touched his hand. He quickly drew a letter on the back of your own with his finger. 

M?

You nodded, Dean giving you a sad smile.

“Want anything for the road? Burger?” he asked.

“I could go for some fries quick,” you said.

“Alright. Back in a minute,” he said, leaning over and kissing you. He skirted out of the car and into the diner. The air shifted behind you and soon you felt Michael’s breath on the back of your neck.

“How’s it going?”

“You have to give me more than a few minutes,” you said.

“Tomorrow. 8pm. Lebanon park,” he said before the air felt light again. You sighed and before you knew it, Dean was back.

“Everything okay?” asked Dean.

“Yeah. Never better,” you said, reaching over to hold his hand.

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart. I promise.”

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do you trust me?

Paring: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Words: 3708

Warning: Lots and lots and lots of touching because Din is getting a massage. Blindfold. Handjob. A sort of foot/hand fetish if you like squint...really really squint.

Summary: It's been a while since Mando came for a massage but things get heated when he asks you for a favor...

A/N: Ok so there was this one anon message I was writing a fic for yesterday when I lost the 1.5K words and it was something along the lines of "imagine Din frequenting your massage parlor and you're a masseuse" so I added a little twist to it because Shy!Din who doesn't want to cross that line until he's 1000% sure you're okay with it does something to me so here you go. I hope you enjoy it people and I'm sorry I lost your message anon. I'll reblog with the taglist later. This is not beta'd!!

You can’t help but smile when your boss comes in and tells you that one of the regulars was asking if you were available for him today. You know who she’s referring to but still tell her that he should be serviced soon since he probably doesn’t have that much time. When she tells you that he specifically asked for you, you tell her that you’ll take him up in the next slot.

It was strange to have someone like the Mandalorian come in for a massage. His people weren’t necessarily known for letting their guard down, especially in an establishment like this. But you felt a sense of pride every time he came in. Granted it was every once in a while, but you enjoyed those sessions immensely. You remember how weird and intimidating it was when he first walked into your room. You couldn’t see a single inch of his skin and you wondered why he would come into a massage parlor when he wasn’t allowed to take off his clothes. He’d quickly explained to you that it was only his helmet that he couldn’t take off. It was a little sad though because for those first few times, he only ever took off his beskar armor. You told him that you would unfortunately not be able to use any of the oils on him since he chose to keep his clothes on and he nodded in understanding.

But then something shifted in the dynamic between the two of you and over the span of a few cycles, Mando, as you liked to call him, began to strip off his layers. You never questioned him about his decisions, ensuring to follow his lead and tell him that he was very much in control of what happened in the room. But as patient as you were, you couldn’t help but feel guilty because maker, why couldn’t he just take off his clothes? It was the most mind-boggling thing you’ve ever experienced. You had adonis on your table come in every day, but just seeing his arms and his waist had your mouth watering. It was pathetic too because no matter how many times you saw him, your heart still skipped a beat when you touched him.

As you finish with your current client and prepare the room, you remind yourself to try and be on your best behavior for his sake. It took the man almost five months to finally feel comfortable enough with you and take off his shirt so you couldn’t go and destroy all of that work. When you’ve set everything up and replaced the candles, you walk out and head towards the front desk. You don’t have to glance around for too long. It’s hilarious how much he stands out next to everyone. As soon as you look at him, Mando’s posture changes and he sits up, his hands clasping his knees as he waits for you to nod at him. You ignore his rigid attitude and whisper something to your boss, smiling back when she turns to Mando and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Come on, I don’t have all day.” You call after him and watch as he stands up and struts towards you. No matter how many times you saw him walk, it’s always a little intimidating when you’re at the receiving end of such a powerful hunter.

“You could have been on your merry way Mando.” You say as you lead him through the hallways. “That’s not how I see it mesh’la.” You stop and turn around to look at him, narrowing your eyes when he almost bumps into you and mirrors your stance. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” You think he’s looking past you when he responds and rings his fingers nervously. “You don’t have all day.” The curt comment lets you know he isn’t going to answer your question and you shake your head before you continue to walk towards your room. Before you unlock it, he clears his throat and grabs your wrist to stop you from going any further.

“I- I can come back later, if you’re already booked for today.” You’re a little surprised by his comment but you shrug your shoulders and push the door open for him. “I cleared my schedule just for you so you better not change your mind now.” He turns away from you and stares at the floor before he steps into the room and you let out a breath when he begins to take off his weapons and place them on the corner table.

As you shut the door and move towards the table with the oils and towels, you’re met with a silence like never before. Thinking that he was probably not in the mood to chat, you shut your eyes and count back from ten to calm your nerves. You could do this.

But then you turn around a couple of minute later and you almost drop the bottles of oils when you see Mando’s state of dress. He’s standing in front of the table, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, staring at you through his visor.

You can’t do this.

“Is- is this okay?” Mando asks and you clear your throat quickly before moving the oils to the massage table. “Y-yeah of course. As long as you’re comfortable. Like I said, I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything.”

“I know…I- I trust you.”

Those three words do little to calm your nerves and you look up at him as soon as the admission registers in your brain. You aren’t sure if it was normal to react this strongly to such a simple declaration but you turn away from him to give him some privacy as he hopped onto the table.

“Can I ask you something mesh’la?”

“Hmm.”

“Do- do you trust me?” His question catches you off guard yet again and you tilt your head at the odd timing of it before you nod. “Of course Mando!”

“Then can you do me a favor?” You hope he’s about to ask you what you’ve been silently craving for months but then he brings out a simple cloth and you’re confused.

“I would like to feel…relaxed, and this helmet makes it difficult to- to…I can’t take it off in front of anyone. I understand if this is too much but if you don’t mind, could you maybe-” You know what he’s asking as soon as he brings up the helmet and without missing a beat, you walk around and take it out of his hand.

“Sure, but I won’t be able to see if I’m doing something that you don’t like. I tend to read body language but this will be more difficult, so you’ll need to speak up. Deal?” You wait until he gives you his confirmation before you return to table. As soon as you see him move to lay down, you turn around and wait until he’s comfortable before you raise the blindfold to your eyes. Mando watches as you twist it tightly around your eyes before you tie it, waving his hands several times in front of you to make sure that you don’t see him.

“Ok, I can’t see anything so…um, hand me the urn with the light-yellow oil please?” You call to him and force yourself to stay quiet when he takes your hand in his and places the urn between your palms. You thank him and wait until he tells you that you can begin. As you test the temperature of the oil, you hear a soft hissing sound coming from the top of the table and you stop your movement when you hear Mando setting down the helmet on the floor.

“Just umm, let me know when I can begin yeah?”

“Go ahead mesh’la, I’m ready for you.”

It never occurred to you that he might sound different without the vocoder and you grip the urn tightly as his voice rings through your ears. It was much deeper and hoarse than you thought it would be and for a moment, you wish you could hear it as he whispers the filthiest desires across your skin. But you bite your cheek and keep yourself under control as you step forward.

“Here, let me help you.” Without warning, Mando grabs your hand and rests it on his chest, and you think that this is probably the moment where you die of sheer sexual frustration.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Mando as you bring the urn above your head and begin to slowly pour the oil across of his chest and stomach. You vaguely feel his arms moving but you say nothing and put the urn aside as you begin to spread the oil across his skin. No matter how many times you massage him, you always felt giddy touching him. He wasn’t exactly ripped per se but he was muscular enough for his job, with some softer muscles here and there.

As you dug your fingers into his skin, you hoped he wasn’t staring at you because you were sure your skin was flushing deeply the more you felt him twitch and flex beneath you. You could tell the past month or so has taken a toll on him because the more you kneaded and stretched his muscles, the louder his gasps and groans grew.

But then you passed over his nipples and you swore he was murmuring curses beneath his breath. Opting to just move on and not apologize, you dig your knuckles into his pectoral muscles and hold back from commenting on how solid they felt. As you move to his shoulder, you could tell that he really was in need of relaxing because there were too many knots in just a small area. Mando is keeping silent the entire time and you thank the maker that he was a usually a quiet guy because there was no way could survive hearing his voice for a long period of time.

Taking a deep breath, you pour some more oil on your hands before you take hold of his arm and begin to stretch it. Mando says nothing as you bend it and move your fingers across his biceps and if he flexes for you, it’s a completely unintentional reflex. When you reach his hand and push your fingers into his palm, Mando swears again, turning his full attention to you as you try to loosen his ligaments. You know you don’t need to spend that much time on his hands but you’ve always loved how much bigger and thicker they felt compared to yours. It also felt a little intimate feeling someone’s hand relaxing between yours, but you kept that bit of information to yourself, not wanting Mando to feel nervous around you.

You slowly walk around the table and apply the same attention to his chest and left arm, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way you were clenching your thighs together as you felt his fingers curl around your wrist as you massaged his forearm.

“Moving onto the legs so if there’s anything you’re not comfortable by, let me know.”

“Yeah,” you almost jump when you hear Mando’s response because…was his voice this deep earlier?

Deciding to just go for it, you twist the towel far enough until it reaches his thighs and begin to pour oil on his thick muscles. You swear he didn’t look this tall but you realize that perhaps the armor didn’t make him look big, just more intimidating. As you squeeze the flesh of his inner thighs, you hear his breathing become erratic and you stop for a second to give him a chance to say something. When he doesn’t, you return to the task at hand and try your hardest to not think of the appendage that was not too far from where you were touching him.

Fuck, this should not be turning you on this much.

You’re not sure what it is about this situation that’s making you this needy and you think that’s it’s perhaps the blindfold but you brush the thought aside immediately, knowing that your brain would not be shy from thinking of more inappropriate scenarios involving blindfolds and liquids should it wanted to.

Pretending you weren’t just daydreaming about the Mandalorian bending you over this table and fucking you into the next parsec, you move to the other side and attend to his other upper thighs. Maker, this man really as built like a hunter. Well, he was an actual hunter so-

“Where did you go?” Mando’s voice breaks you out of your haze and you take your hands off of him when you realize he may have actually been staring at you.

“S-sorry I was just- well, it’s nothing important. Never mind.” You smile embarrassingly at him before you move to his feet and spread them apart. Mando’s sudden intake of breath sends a panic down your back and you take your hands immediately off of him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! N-no, you’re…carry on.” He’s quite breathless as he speaks to you and furrow your eyebrows before you return to knead at his feet. And just like earlier, your thoughts take a turn for the worst when you notice just how large his feet were. They were much bigger than your own little hands and you think that maybe, just maybe, they might be proportional to his-

“That tickles,” Mando’s chuckle would have brought you to your knees had you been focusing on what he’s saying and you apologize before moving onto his other foot and finishing it quickly.

“Alright, turn for me Mando.” You tap his legs and wait for him to move, all the while trying to not think of him turning you around and spreading your legs to-

“Ready.” You silently curse him for always cutting off your train of thoughts but you bite your tongue and move to the other side of the table. Standing right in front of his head, you pour more oil on his back and attempt to ignore his whimpering which you were sure he wasn’t aware of. Once there is no more oil, you mirror your actions from earlier and dig you knuckles into his shoulder blades, finding the tense muscles and tendons much more difficult to relax than his front.

“Maker…you’ve been working hard haven’t you Mando?” You only get a small groan in return and you chuckle when you massage a particular spot that has him reaching out and grabbing on your legs.

“Oh…uhh please,” if it was possible to choke on air, you would have done so as soon as he moaned for you. This was not what you signed up for when you first woke up today, and you hated how much more relaxed he felt in your presence because the lower you moved down his back, the more confident his groans grew and before you knew it, he was whispering your name and speaking in his mother tongue. You weren’t sure if he was saying good or bad things, but from the way he was reacting to you, you had an idea of how he was feeling. And by the time you got to his calves, the man has pretty much melted underneath you.

As you finished up and moved away from the table so he could take his time to get up, you felt a strange haze wash over you. Something about the way he moaned your name along with expletives and maker knows what else had you wishing he could just muster up the courage to step over that line with you.

Slowly turning around, you wait until Mando begins to sit up before you speak up.

“I hope you don’t take too long before you visit again…it’s difficult to get you to loosen up when there’s so much pent-up energy.” You smile and hope he can tell that you’re joking with him, not realizing how much danger you were in just from being near him.

“It won’t help.”

You’re shocked by his response because he’s never actually insulted you before and you’re about to bite his head off when he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

“M-mando wh-”

“It’s not going to help, because I still have a lot of pent-up energy mesh’la. And you’re the one to blame.”

It’s like a zap of lightening has struck you down because as you try to free yourself from his grasp, you accidently brush something beneath the towel he has around his waist, something that was tenting the fabric and making it much harder to the touch.

“I’ve been trying to convince myself to visit you for so long sweet girl, but I stop myself from pushing in the coordinates when I remember how good it felt to have you worshipping me with your hands, your strong, soft little hands that I dream of touching me elsewhere…where I need you, crave you, fucking burn for you.” His words are laced with promises that you’ve longed to hear from him and you don’t realize that he’s waiting for you to answer until his grip tightens around your waist and he pulls you in closer.

“Mando,” you whisper to him as you lean into his neck and before he can ask you again, you slowly leave a trail of kisses across his jaw and down his jugular, not caring for how rough you’re being as you descend down his chest and leave bitemarks across the beautiful skin of his broad torso. He’s already somehow a moaning mess underneath your touch and the more you lick and kiss him, the more needy his groans become.

“Please, let me.” You plead as you raise your lips until they’re brushing against his and as Mando slowly tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss, you dip your hand beneath his towel and firmly grasp his cock. Mando is distracted for a moment and he lunges into you when he feels how your warm hand massaging his dick. Although he normally doesn’t prefer any display of emotion, he can’t hold back from moaning your name as you slowly stroke his length. You’re not surprised by his size, but you’re a little shocked by how hot he runs and as you twist your palm around the bulging tip, Mando leans into you and shoves his tongue down your throat, making sure you don’t run away from him as he slips one arm around your back and keeps you as flush to him as possible.

The room is suddenly filled with the sounds of Mando’s heavy breathing and groaning, and you smile to yourself when you remember how desperate he said he was for you. You’re glad you weren’t the only one feeling such an intense neediness and it’s your turn to gasp when you dip your hand and grab his balls. Mando’s hold on you tightens and you’re sure he’s giving you bruises but you can’t find it in yourself to care because this monolith of a hunter was falling apart just from your hand.

You break the kiss and slowly push him down so he could lay on the table again and as he follows your lead, you smile down at him before you grab the oil and pour a little more of it on his dick. He twitches at the warm material but quiets down as soon as you bring two fingers and shove him in his mouth.

“Be quiet for me baby, don’t want the other clients to think they’ll be getting this treatment too.” Mando bites down on your fingers as he nods and you try to hold back from jumping on the table and sinking down on his cock.

Fuck, it felt like it was beautiful and you hoped that you’d get to see it at some point in the near future. But you were satisfied with what you had now and as you worked him closer to his orgasm, you wished you could see his facial expressions as he surrendered to you.

You could feel him buzzing with energy on the table, and you giggled when he stretched out and grabbed your leg to bring you closer to him.

“Please…oh fuck, please I-”

“Cum for me Mando…cum for me, let me taste you on my lips baby please. You’ve been so good to me, letting me take care of you and trusting me to keep your secret. Go ahead darling, and cum for me.” He suddenly sits up on his elbows and you let go of his mouth before grabbing his balls and massaging them until he fell over the edge. As he growled his release, you couldn’t hold back anymore and leaned down, taking as much of him in your mouth as possible as you sucked on him and tasted his seed. There was so much that you swallowed and you marveled at how much he still had as you continued to milk him dry. When he finally finished and fell to his back, you stroked him softly a few times before licking across his navel to clean him up.

As you stood next to him, you felt a little shy at what was to come. But Mando seemed to see you overthinking because he didn’t waste another minute, sitting up quickly and pulling you in his arms. You stood in between his legs and smiled when he leaned down and began to kiss across your eyes.

“You…you’ve been so good to me mesh’la.” He whispers hoarsely as he nips at your shoulder and you giggle when his scruff begins to tickle your skin.

“So have you.” Mando sighs heavily at your confession and you repeat it one more time so he could believe that you were telling the truth.

“I- I think I’ll start coming more often. You know, so the muscles aren’t too knotted like you said.”

“Hmm, is that all you’ll come for Mando?” You smile when he pecks your lips and brushes your hair aside.

“No sweet girl, I’ll be coming for you too. More than you think.”