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As far as I'm concerned, there is no way I can disagree. There was a great deal of tension and chemistry between these two. Amazingly well portrayal of Jake.

Management of Anger || Jake Lockley x Reader

Summary: Steven and Marc send Jake to anger management therapy so he can work on his murderous behavior. However, the whole therapy goes horribly awry.

Rating: 🔞explicit

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!

Word count: 3333 😃

Pairing: Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: orange italics - reader speaking Spanish, red italics - Jake speaking Spanish, blue italics - Marc speaking Spanish

Jake was fed up with it.

Marc and Steven kept bugging him about stupid anger management.

He didn't really need it, of course. His anger issues were nonexistent. Jake was fine, but those two were taking his actions too seriously, fucking pussies.

Yet here he was, sitting in a waiting room.

When another patient left the psychiatrist's office, a receptionist, who appeared to be a young girl, smiled at him. "Please come in, the doctor is awaiting, sir."

"Fucking finally. I was getting ready to leave," he growled, walking inside.

The receptionist frowned slightly but chose not to comment on the man's behavior.

The office was a large room with just a wooden desk, a massive leather chair, a chaise lounge, and an armchair.

You graduated two years ago and have recently opened your first office. You'd gained a lot of regular customers since then, but this man was someone new. "Please take a seat, sir," you said, nodding to the armchair.

Jake took a seat and looked around. The room wasn't anything special, but the thing that really got his attention was the pretty, cute doctor that was about to help him.

"I was expecting to see a kind of Hannibal Lecter-style doctor, but seeing you here makes it more worthwhile," he smirked.

You smiled at him and rose from your seat; after circling the desk, you approached the man and extended your hand to him. "My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm the psychiatrist who will assist you with your anger issues. Would you like to start by introducing yourself?"

He grabbed your palm gently. "I am Jake Lockley. At your service," Jake said softly before placing a kiss on top of your hand.

You gave him your sweetest smile; it was very charming of him to act like an old-school gentleman. "Jake, it's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me what brings you here," you returned to your previous location.

Jake was quiet for a moment. Telling you the truth could put him in more trouble. “I was forced to come here by two of my friends," he muttered, looking at you. "When I look at you, it wasn't such a crappy idea after all."

"I'll take it as a compliment," you said as you settled into your leather armchair, crossed your legs, and put on your glasses to look over his file. "That's a reasonable place, to begin with. It's critical to have others' support, and I'm sure your friends were just concerned about your behavior. Jake, how would you describe yourself and how do you feel right now?"

Jake laughed softly at the 'support' part. They weren't supporting him, they were forcing him to come here. "I would describe myself as incredibly handsome and now I feel horny as fuck if I can be honest."

He made you laugh; this was not what you expected to hear from your patient, but he was so cute in his boldness. "Uhm, Jake, thank you for your input, and I must say, you're a very handsome fella, but I was more interested in whether you're angry right now and how your life looks on a daily basis. What are you doing for a living?"

"I do... Stuff," he shrugged, "if not for those two idiots who support me, my life would be a fucking paradise. It pretty much depends on the order I get. Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I feel calm like a fucking río."

"Is it safe to say that your job causes you stress and negative emotions? What steps do you take to get rid of them?"

"I..." He shrugged. "Punch a few fuckers. It not only calms me down but also gets the job done. So double win."

You took some notes and returned your focus to him. "Good. Let's move on to something else. Do you have any interests, Jake?"

"Let's see, smoking, drinking, guns, knives, murder...." He looked up at you. "Documentaries."

You took more notes with your brow raised. "Thank you for your candor. Would you mind telling me where you got your interest in guns and knives? You can move around the office freely if you want; it helps most patients think."

Jake nodded and got up to walk around a bit, curious about what he would find there. "What if I do mind telling you that?"

"We can of course change the topic then. No pressure."

"¡Maravilloso! Let's change the subject to... You being so preciosa that I want to fuck you here and now," Jake said boldly, walking closer to your desk.

You cocked your brow slowly. "That's very kind of you, Jake, but we should concentrate on you, not me," you chuckled, trying not to blush at the man's words.

"It's difficult to focus on me when you are here, pretty one."

"Mr. Lockley," you got up from your desk, giving him a look. "I need to remind you that I'm a doctor and you're a patient."

“I think that's a very fitting scene, don't you think, Mrs. Y/L/N? Just you, a pretty, cute doctor, and me, a troubled thug. We could have fun, cariño," Jake muttered in a low tone, daring to wrap an arm around your waist.

A quiet gasp escaped your lips; the situation was spiraling out of control. What scared you the most was that you were tense at all times, which was not only unprofessional but also inappropriate.

"You are so stiff. You like this, huh?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe yes or maybe a lot?" He whispered.

You cleared your throat to maintain composure. "Mr. Lockley, I think you're crossing the line," you said quietly, barely moving your lips. "I'd like to request that you return to your previous location."

"Oh, I will return to my previous location, with you on my lap," Jake responded.

You led him back to the armchair he had previously sat in. "Now, Mr. Lockley, let me remind you that this is a therapy session, not some type of get-together."

He grabbed your waist and pushed you onto his lap. "Well, it's an anger management thing. What if you help me with my anger?"

He took you by surprise - you fell onto his lap with a tiny whine. You tried not to move too much while he held you on his lap; the situation was spiraling out of control. You reached down to improve your black pencil skirt, which reached just above your thigh. "I'm glad to hear I can help you with your anger, but Jake, this isn't about to happen this way."

"¡Vaya! Me encanta cuando me llamas por mi nombre," Jake hummed happily, placing a hand on your leg to stroke it gently. "I'd like to hear you scream it and moan it."

This guy was having an effect on you; no matter how hard you tried to remain professional, his grip on your waist and his touch on your leg made it nearly impossible for you to think clearly. "Jake... Please, bring us back to the session. Anyone can enter at any time."

"Oh, you are too pretty to lie and you are terrible at it, cariño. My session is on, no one can walk in as they please. Not to mention your guarding bitch that will stop anyone who would get such an idea," he whispered and gently kissed your neck. "Hueles tan dulce ... sabrosa. I can feel that all the anger is fading out so quickly."

You moaned, instantly covering your mouth with your curled palm, blinking in disbelief at your own action, as you couldn't keep your cool any longer.

Chuckling lowly, he moved closer to your ear and whispered. "Apenas te toqué y cantas. musica para mis oidos.”

You slid off his lap and looked down at him, your cheeks flushed. You pulled your skirt up and straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks into your hands to kiss him because he knew how to keep you going.

He kissed you back and immediately picked you up, getting up from his seat. Still kissing you, he walked to your desk, pushed the stuff off of it, and then sat you down before pulling away. "This skirt is annoying me."

You hummed a bit at him. "It's a shame, for you have to deal with it in some way. I'm not taking it off."

Jake smiled and pulled out his pocket knife. "Let's make a sexy slit for that beautiful leg of yours." Before you could protest Jake cut the material of your skirt on the side. "Let's see what is hiding there."

When his gaze fell on the black, lacy underwear, you gasped and your cheeks flushed. "You know how much I paid for this skirt, Jake? Now, give me the knife."

"Not happening, little one," he shook his head, hiding the knife. "I bet you will rip me off enough to buy a brand-new skirt."

Your hand rested on his hips and slid down to his crotch, where you massaged the slight bulge you could already feel growing.

Jake purred at your touch. "You are a quick one. Don't ya want to stay professional anymore?"

His mocking of you grew tiresome. "Fuck off, Jake Lockley, and do what you've wanted since the moment you laid your eyes on me."

As Jake laughed loudly, he knelt between your legs. Humming, he shifted the panties aside and latched on your clit.

You rolled your head back and slipped your hand into his locks, muttering quietly fuck.

He licked the delicate bundle of nerves, biting it gently from time to time just to get a reaction out of you.

Observing his actions turned you into a moaning mess. "Keep going, Jake, don't stop," you said, putting your legs on his shoulders. Him biting on your clitoris was the most pleasurable torture. After a while, you realized how wet you had become. "Fuck me, fuck me, I need you to fuck my pussy."

Jake looked up at you. His fingers slipped into your hole. "Oh, really?” He asked, moving his finger slowly in and out. "Ask nicely."

"Fuck me," you whined quietly, taking your glasses off and putting them aside. "Fuck me. I know you want it too."

"I want you to keep these on," he said as he reattached the glasses. "Yeah, now I can fuck you. Looking so fucking sexy," Jack nodded, working on his belt.

You bit your lower lip as you watched him. "Do you mind if I assist you, Jake?"

"Go on. Be a smart girl and take care of it."

You instinctively reached for his belt and undid the metal buckle holding it in place, then opened his fly, looking him in the eyes with a mischievous grin.

Jake watched you as he played with your hair.

As you gently pushed him off the desk, you hopped up and kneeled in front of him, pulling his cock out and licking his shaft.

He pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly in his hand as he commented, "I thought you wanted me to fuck you."

"I want that as well," you replied, smiling at him, then bent in and caressed his left testicle with your tongue before sucking the whole nugget inside your mouth. You moved your right hand up to the base of his cock. Your mouth let go of his cock as you released the gentle sucking pressure. Your mouth and tongue then traced a trail up his penis until you reached the head. You used your tongue to trace small circles in the triangular region just under the head of his cock until he was squirming. Then you placed the whole head in your mouth still stimulating the underside with your tongue. Then you took as much of his shaft into your mouth as you could. Your right hand firmly held the base shifting up and down with your mouth which provided a gentle sucking pressure.

Jake hummed loudly as he enjoyed your attention. While playing with your hair, he scanned the wall clock. "You are one naughty doctor, but you better hurry up. Time is running out and I don't want to pay extra."

With a loud pop sound, you pulled him out of your mouth and spat down on his cock's tip. "If you fuck me well, I'm not charging you for another visit." When he was close to coming and his ball sack had tightened up into the base of his penis, you pulled back up to the tip of his cock, toying with him again tracing tiny circles with the middle of your tongue. You weren't ready for him to come yet. You released him with your mouth and hands and slowly stood to kiss him, hopping on the desk again, spreading your legs a little. "Come on. What the fuck are you waiting for?"

"Look at you," Jake mused, moving between your legs. He grabbed both of them and wrapped them around his waist before pushing his cock into you. Without giving you even a moment to adjust he set a strong pace with deep thrusts. "Tan poco profesional. Traes vergüenza a toda tu profesión. Me encanta," Jake said with a smile.

"Y no te molestó ni un poco," you gasped, wrapping your arm around his neck, in an attempt to support yourself, yet his pace was too rough to bear, so you ended up laying down on the desk, your back arched.

"Buena niña, mi propia pequeña zorra," Lockley growled, undoing your shirt so he could get to your beautiful tits. Then he moved your bra up, and his hands grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it.

"I'll fucking cum!" You whined, trying to keep your voice low. As he started kneading your breast, you moaned for him, feeling your pussy clenching rhythmically around his dick buried deep inside you.

"Cum for me, little one," Jake said, gently pinching your nipples.

With a loud moan escaping your lips, you milked his cock, arching your back even more and wrapping your legs around him tightly, to drive him deeper.

He praised you and after a few more thrusts, he pulled out and then pulled you back onto your knees. "Such a pretty girl," Jake muttered, jerking himself off to soon cum all over your face.

With a loud gasp, you tried your best to catch all of his cum into your mouth. You wrapped your mouth around his shaft after he jerked himself off, just to suck him clean. Only then did you get up and wipe his semen off your cheek with the top of your hand. "That was something, Mr. Lockley. You're so fucking talented."

“Doc, you're not so bad yourself. I've never felt so calm in my fucked up life," Jake nodded and adjusted his pants. "I think I would like an appointment next week."

As you pulled your skirt down, adjusted your bra, and buttoned your shirt, you gave the man a nod. "If you'd like, Jake, you can set an appointment with my receptionist. She'll be more than happy to offer you a term. I literally can't wait to meet with you again, Mr. Lockley. Thank you for today. And homework for you - try to focus on breathing and thinking about something pleasant once you feel anger growing."

"Oh, I definitely will do that. Especially when I'll jerk off. I'll be breathing and thinking about something nice... Like my sexy doctor," he muttered, walking to the door.

Running the tip of your tongue along your lip, you nodded. Don't forget to leave me something for me, Mr. Lockley. Have a good afternoon. See you next week."

Once he stepped out of the office, the receptionist gave him a glance; the young lady heard some inappropriate things and she thought she should call the security but since her employer didn't ask her to, she let it be. "Can I help you, sir?"

"Yeah. I would like to set an appointment for next week," he informed leaning against the desk casually, running his hand through his hair.

The girl cocked her brow and typed something on the computer. "Is Friday at 4 pm suitable for you, sir?"

"Sure it is,” Jake nodded. "Hey? Where is the bathroom?”

"On the left, at the end of that corridor," she pointed in the direction. "Do you need anything else, sir?"

Jake shook his head and then headed to the bathroom. He locked the door and smiled at the sight of two mirrors. It would make stuff easier. "So, I need to say. This whole anger management thing wasn't such a stupid idea after all," he concluded and started to wash his hands.

"You came there for the anger management, not the sexual management, Jake," Marc scolded him, appearing in one of the mirrors, arms folded against his chest.

Her thick, British accent continued, "You depraved that poor woman..." It was Steven, he was tugging on the sleeves of the shirt as he appeared in the second mirror.

Jake shrugged in response to them both. "Well, she wanted to fuck so I didn't 'deprave that poor woman' but I fucked the naughty doctor and it actually helped me with my anger so it's basically a double win situation."

"Oh, God. Marc, did you hear that? Tell him something. This is not what you do with women just because they want to do inappropriate things," Steven turned with his back to Jake.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. "Jake, really? I heard you set another appointment. Just please, no fucking next time."

"If you want to do those naughty things, you better ask her out, it's more appropriate that way," Steven added. "What if she gets pregnant? Oh God, you couldn't wear rubber, could you?"

Jake rolled his eyes annoyed, crossing his arms over his chest. "I finished on her face, this is not how stuff works, kid, but next time I will take some condoms. Thanks for reminding me about that, Steven. I will fuck her again and I ain't asking her out. Honestly, I already can't wait for another visit."

"Oh my God, Marc, do something with him, I'm going bonkers, I swear," Steven added.

"Jake, Jake, listen, it's anger management, right? We sent ya here so you can work on your murderous behavior, right? Not so you can just fuck your therapist, for Khonshu's sake," Marc shook his head in disbelief.

"Imbéciles, I will keep my murderous behaviors, but I am grateful for your help. For once the two of you actually became useful by finding me a pretty girl to let out some steam," Jake chuckled loudly. "Shall we go back home or will I keep standing here like an idiot and talk to myself?"

"It's time to learn how to treat women, and I'm addressing this not only to Jake but to you as well, Marc," Steven replied loudly. "He just fucks every woman he meets and breaks their hearts and limbs sometimes, and you almost dumped your sweet wife and vanished without a word for months. You both suck at maintaining a healthy relationship with girls," Steven added before vanishing.

Marc grimaced and blinked in disbelief. "What the hell was that?"

Jake listened and watched Steven with his eyebrows raised. Then he looked at Marc and shrugged. "Our frustrated, vegan, British virgin snapped? Or something like that, I don't really know. He is crazier than me sometimes."

"Don't be so harsh on him, he's... So much different than any of us. Okay, Jake, get your ass back home, we'll talk there. The last thing we need is to make any more inconvenience to the receptionist."

"Maybe she will join next time..." Jake hummed quietly, rubbing his chin.

"Lockley," Marc replied with a cold grimace. "Rápido, rápido."

"No me digas cómo vivir mi vida. Tu no eres mi madre," Jake said loudly before walking out of the bathroom to finally get back home.

🩵Soft!Dabi🩵

💙Soft!Dabi whose convinced your hands are made of magic. The man melts when you touch him and it doesn't even have to be sexual. Just your skin on his, no matter when or why, sets him ablaze in a whole new way.

💙Soft!Dabi who lays his head in your lap when it's just the two of you and it's been a hard day. He loves the way you thread your fingers through his hair and massage his scalp soothingly as he vents. You never dismiss his worries or concerns, just listen, talk to him and comfort him as no one else would or could and he appreciates you so much for it.

💙Soft!Dabi who doesn't bother to hide the barely audible whines that escape him as you tend to his sore muscles after a fight. He doesn't even have to ask, never has. You just seemed to know what he needed and it's become a ritual. Soon enough, those magic hands of yours are rubbing away the worries of the day, week, fuck, maybe even the month. He returns the favor too, of course, but he doubts he's quite as amazing as he believes you are.

💙Soft!Dabi who can't sleep if you aren't right next to him. Whether it be cuddled up against his chest with your head tucked under his chin or the little spoon, your back flush against his chest as he holds you close. As long as you're there, pressed up against him, he's happy and able to sleep peacefully.

💙Soft!Dabi who almost cries the first time you cook him something homemade. It's a simple meal, but it's the best thing he's eaten in months and you've cooked it just for him. Dabi never understood the saying 'The way to a man's heart is through his stomach' until now, with a full belly a single drop of red running down his cheek.

💙Soft!Dabi who acts offended when you catch him attempting to not so discreetly steal kitty food from local pet stores. After some prodding, it turns out he uses it to feed the strays that hang out by the back of the hideout. He claims it's to stop the meowing and begging, but you know better. The way his lips quirk slightly upwards when he sees them eating, the names he's given them all and the way they react when they see him? It all gives him away and your heart swells, because you know how truly caring he is deep down and how lucky you are to see this side of him.

💙Soft!Dabi who isn't a virgin when you finally have sex, but makes love for the very first time with you. Rather than quick and straight to the point, like he'd always been in the past, he's tender and attentive with you. He takes time to run his hands over every inch of your body, appreciating every curve, dimple, birthmark, scar etc. He loves every bit of you and makes sure you know it.

💙Soft!Dabi whose enters you slowly, making sure not to hurt you and allowing you the time to feel every bit of him before moving. His thrusts are slower and more passionate, hitting just the right spots, over and over again. He wants more than anything to show you how much you mean to him, in every way possible. Judging by the way he has you sobbing his name, he feels like he's succeeded.

💙Soft!Dabi who tends to your wounds when you get hurt in a fight. He acts angry that you'd gotten injured, showing nothing but frustration on the outside, but the way his brow furrows and his lip quivers lets you know how concerned he truly is. Even more so, when he's done patching you up and simply presses his forehead against yours, quietly holding eye contact for a few moments before smiling reassuringly and pressing a tender kiss between your brows.

💙Soft!Dabi who holds your hand at every chance he gets. It starts with just pinky fingers laced together, but he'll soon maneuver his hand and start stroking his thumb across your palm in slow circles. Before you know it, his large, scarred and calloused hand is wrapped around yours fully, occasionally lifting it to his lips so he can place a butterfly kiss on your knuckles and send you a cheeky smile.

💙Soft!Dabi who never would've considered himself 'soft' until he met you and got to feel what it was to love and to be be loved so wholeheartedly. Loved without any expectations or reservations. You didn't ask for him to change, you accepted him for how he was, past, present, future plans, scars, demons, all of it. He didn't mind being soft for that, for you... only you.

Imagine dry humping with Bucky and he’s begging you to stop because he’s going to cum in his pants if you keep going, the both of you on the living room couch. Imagine you’re too lost in grinding yourself on him, rubbing your soaked panties all over him, letting your clit bump right on where the tip of this cock rests. Imagine he cries out, throwing his head back, cum soaking his jeans, his sensitive cock throbbing, practically squirting.

He’s moaning and nearly sobbing, trying to hold your hips still but you just grind down on him harder overstimulating him. His skin is flushed, sweat beading at his forehead, chest heaving as you press down onto his softening cock, forcing every bit of cum out of his cock as you reach your high.

Imagine he has to bury his face into your boobs, muffling his desperate whimpers, begging you to stop because his cock is too sensitive, arms wrapped around and clinging onto you, a prominent wet patch on his jeans from his load. 

Imagine he has tears streaking his cheeks but you can feel his hips rocking onto you from underneath, trying to rub himself onto you more because he’s a desperate little fuck - 

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Dabi (Toya Todoroki) When in Love

He would say I love you a lot because he wouldn’t think he does enough for his partner. This may seem like he doesn't mean that he loves them. But he truly does.

He just doesn't feel like normal people so it’s like he is reminding himself of that fact what he feels is indeed love. This may seem like he isn't in love with his partner. But where he isn't sure what love is it took him a long time to put feelings to the word love.

He shows his love not by just saying I love you. Since he isn't a cuddler and not one for much touching because he is in pain most of the time. Dabi would show his love by doing small things for his partner.

This could be things from cleaning to cooking meals. Even if he isn't good at any of these and mostly burns anything he touches. This is included with cleaning. this man doesn't clean because he defiantly doesn't have the patience for it. The way he is the best at showing love is by making sure his partner takes care of themselves. Spite that he doesn't take care of himself very well. Dabi just can't stand seeing the one he loves in pain. He would most definitely give massages and make sure wounds and meds are taken. Even if he hurts his hands giving massages. He could care less if he hurts himself as long as his partner is happy and relaxed.

Dabi would be a jealous man. He would try and hold himself back when coming to people being around his partner. But most of the time he fails and will end up killing the person or taking his partner to a privet place and reminding them they are together.

Most of the time people think he is a dom but deep down he is a softy that just wants to please his partner. So, 90 sum percent of the time he is the sub. That may be if he bottoms or tops.

However, these times he would definitely be a dom. Showing his partner that they can't just let people flirt with them. This would include his biting and making them any way he could. These marks would be in places everyone could see.

When Dabi and His partner are around the LOV, he would most likely pick on them. By calling them names and hitting them hard on the arm. This man isn't one to show others that he cares for someone. Because it could show that he has a weakness, and he doesn't want to be seen as weak.

Yet, his partner knows better and knows that it is because Dabi doesn't want anything to happen to his partner. Would rather put up his own life for his love.

When it comes to love making. It is just that. He likes things soft and loving. It may start off heated and more in the range of fucking. But towards the end he wants his partner to know how much he cares and his focused of making them feel good.

This would include. Being as close as he could to his partner. Spite that it hurts his scars. He would want to feel every breath and movant of their body. Taking in every part of their desire as he could. Dabi is very big into knowing how his partner feels. He needs to hear them and see their face to know if he is doing a good job and not hurting them.

Thank you so much for reading this random headcanons post of mine. I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to like and re-blog. I love hearing from everyone and seeing how people like my thoughts. Love you all and keep being awesome.

New Horikoshi illustration for a 1/1 scale figure of Deku for the Art Exhibition

Prompt #15

"On my God. You saved my life!" Civilian beamed, hugging Villain, who stood stiffly, shocked. "You're really not that bad! I'm going to tell everyone and clear your name."

"Oh-wait!" Villain called after them, raising a gloved hand.

It was too late, Civilian had vanished.

Villain groaned, massaging his temples. "Oh, the guys are going to give me so much flak for this."