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obriengf · 8 months ago

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Undercover Darlings || Mitch Rapp x Reader

Summary: It's Valentines day, and you and Mitch are playing fake lovers. Words: 1.9k Warnings: swearing, cuteness, mitch being sassy to stan Notes: guys no this didn't turn out how i wanted?? I'm so sorry!

"Put your arm around me." Words were pushed through gritted teeth as you tried to portray a smile of realism, one of joyousness and devotion to the overly familiar man sitting beside you. You could feel his chest rise and fall with a murmur before he released a small sigh - irritation was imminent, but what you couldn't see was the ghost of a smile lifting at his lips. Paris was beautiful this time of year - on the cusp of falling snow, but still clear enough to enjoy the elegance of such a romantic city. The architecture stood sharp as you peered around the vast space before you, eyes gazing over couples as they celebrated a holiday made purely for love. It created a warmth within you, only complemented by the additional weight thrown over your shoulders and the small tug of your body against the firmness of another's chest. A smirk found its way among the contouring of your facial features - amusement etching into the corners of your eyes and the scrunch of your nose. You could feel the muscles of the arm tense, and you knew that you had him where you wanted him. Your partner was never one to show emotion with ease if it didn't consist of anger or irritability, nor were you one to often show roguery or mischievousness. But Mitch Rapp, the big bad Assassin, brought that side out of you so damn easily. It was an enigma just how he managed to do so, but by now it was comfortable more than anything. A small twist of your head allowed lips to press to the man's scruffed cheek, his beard beginning to grow back through despite your protests - it only made his want for it to grow even faster. You could feel a deep breath as it filled his lungs, his heart hammering against the curve of your shoulder blade. A tone of sweetness fell so easily from your lips, "Thanks, sweetie." Mitch's arm squeezed your body, a warning more than a simple acknowledgment. He groaned quietly against the shell of your ear, "Don't push it."

To an estranged eye, the two of you would seem like a couple enjoying the presence of one another; soaking in the strong emotion of love as it filled the Parisian air, without a worry or care. However, that timeline of events was far from what led you both to this specific bench, in this specific park, watching a specific person as they dawdled at the base of France's tallest landmark. Your target was a man with a deep history of 'pissing off the wrong people', as Stan Hurley would put it so elegantly.

The man wasn't hard to miss; his stance tall and build hefty, eyes teetering on the edge of blackened hues, his behaviour shifty despite the experience that weighed so heavily behind him. He ran a weapons trade that spanned the distance of Europe and his focus was secured now upon the rest of the world. Which simply, cannot happen. Not when the Central Intelligence Agency had two of its most adaptable agents ready to stop him.

You had worked alongside Mitch for what seemed like forever when it was nearing almost five years. He objected to it at first, but you held persistence and dedication that your handler couldn't pass up, especially when it came down to taming the beast. It was quicker than expected when you both fell into a routine and soon enough, the quirks and characteristics that made you both so incredibly different were the structure of your unique relationship.

Without declaration, he would burn the world to keep you warm.

"Where is he going?" Mitch's voice hissed, your concentrated daze breaking before looking toward your target. He was meant to be meeting with somebody, however, it wasn't in the cards for his early departure. Your partner cursed as he stood up and your body went with him, a shadow to his lead. Mitch's arm fell from you before his fingers slid nonchalantly with your own; both a wordless protection and tenacity to keep your cover from being blown. Mitch rolled his lips before moving forward, "C'mon, we're gonna lose him."

You couldn't help the furrowed brows of annoyance as static buzzed in your ear, a baffled Stan Hurley blasting question after question in such an incoherence as Mitch led you through the bustling crowds. You side-eyed your partner as he gave you a reciprocated expression before his honey-coloured eyes rolled in an atypical fashion. "He's on the move.", You spoke quietly, hoping that the projection of your voice was enough to be recognised among the numerous conversations you were surrounded by.

"Well, you better fucking catch up to him!" Your handler replied, and Mitch rolled his eyes once more.

"No shit." Your partner's reply with hasty and simple, causing the utmost satisfaction for you both as he was reprimanded briefly afterwards by the voice in your ears.

The man led you both toward a Valentines market; the populated street covered in red from head to toe, acoustic tunes exuding romance playing from street performers, and couples shining their brightest heart eyes at one another. It was the perfect place to get lost in, and in the moment you hoped for dear life that your target didn't know that he was in fact, a target.

Mitch held your hand tighter before tugging you against his side; the familiar weight of his arm now slung back over your shoulders. You blended in perfectly, a flawless seam among the budding bustle of festivalgoers. The proximity bordered on 'too natural' and you wondered if Mitch felt even the slightest complacency as you did at this opportune moment. It was a simple question of 'what if' - in an alternative world where you both weren't government-employed assassins, would your lives be easy and intertwined by fate, where maybe the two of you could live a happily ever aft-

"Rose for the madam?" The thick accent made you jolt, the silly thoughts intruding your mind now gone as Mitch brought you both to a stop. You looked toward a small French man, a stand of explosive colours serving as a beautiful backdrop behind him. Flowers of all sorts were gathered into small bouquets, but the one that stood out most to you was the perfect red petals of a single rose as it was positioned for Mitch's attention.

You were anticipating a refusal, at least a polite decline, with your partner usually one to skip the antics and keep his eyes on the prize. Which is why it took you by surprise when he handed over a few euros, taking the delicate flower in exchange. You didn't often see him smile but the genuine grin that followed and the kindness in his eyes was more than enough to make your heart thump, thump, thump.

Mitch's brow rose as he looked down at your expression of puzzlement, a chuckle of the utmost quietness falling from his lips as he held the rose toward you, "What? It's Valentine's day."

"You just continue to surprise me, is all." You replied, accepting the gift. Your shoulders rose nonchalantly before you peered not too far ahead at your target as he typed away ferociously at his phone. He was quick to move again, and it was your feet now that led the two of you after his further retreat.

Mitch scoffed, his spare hand scratching at his scruffed cheek; a nervous habit you managed to notice easily but kept as a secret for you and only you to know. He cleared his throat, "I'm just tryn' to keep up our cover. We're meant to be in love, remember?"

"I think you're just going soft on me, Rapp."

You heard a grumble in reply and it made you smirk, his voice hiding as it fell gently into the collar of his jacket, "Whatever."

Navigating through the crowds was becoming more difficult, regardless of the tight grip Mitch had on your hand. You weren't sure whether it was to keep you close so you wouldn't get lost, or as a means to make you both move faster, but he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

A familiar crack of static buzzed in your earpiece as the line opened, and you were greeted once more by your handler's voice with further direction. "We're close to your location, he's gonna run outta road soon so wherever this fucker is going, it can't be too far away. Stay vigilant, don't blow your cover."

You and Mitch replied with brief acknowledgment, your surroundings shifting to a smaller space down a city backstreet. Your mission had taken a turn the moment you left the gardens of the Eifel Tower, but you needed to make the best of a bad situation. No matter how frustrating it may be - and if it meant following a dangerous firearm trafficker through the heart of a love festival, then so be it.

The further he went, the less people there were to get in your way. It was a bittersweet concoction of keeping your eyes on him more clearly, versus his prevalent possibility of catching you out. Your target's paranoia was bubbling to the surface as his gaze flickered between the incoming messages on his phone and his surroundings. He was on edge, waiting with anticipation, searching for something. It was as if he could read your mind as he peered over his shoulder with the sceptical feeling that he was being watched.

Mitch swore as he pulled you to the side, avoiding the other man's eyes for a mere moment as he hissed toward you, "Kiss me. Now. Quick."

"What -"

"Kiss me."

You looked at him in confusion and it made your partner's eyes roll before his hands cupped your cheeks. They were splayed over your skin, warm and surprisingly soft, the perfect cradle for when he pressed his lips so carefully against yours. Mitch didn't want to scare you - knowing damn well that you would either kiss him back or sock him for his advances. Luckily, you found comfort in his taste and touch, and it took nothing more for you to melt into his tenderness.

Kissing Mitch wasn't on your cards for today, and you never would've thought that you'd be standing with your arms dangling around his neck, his fingers pressing gently against your jaw as his lips slid and licked with your own. For someone who was losing his patience earlier in the day, Mitch was taking all the time in the world to have you in his grasp. Holding you carefully. Cherishing your lips.

"Have you still got eyes on him?" Stan's voice sounded muffled as you poured every ounce of attention into Mitch. It was white noise, along with the music flowing from the local bands and the chatter of citizens moving around you. "Rapp, Y/L/N. Have you got eyes on the goddamn target?!"

Mitch jumped back slightly - lips still pursed, eyes fluttering as if he was waking up from a dream. He had never looked so at ease, until Stan's words finally caught up to him and his attention shifted to where the target was once standing. Where he was, no more.

Your eyes widened, locking with the honey brown of the man beside you. It was in unison when you both groaned, realization hitting that you did in fact, not, have your sight on the target.

"Fuck."

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baronessvonglitter · 6 months ago

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Darlin’ Cowgirl

Jack Daniels x f!reader

Word count: 3.1K

Summary: looking for a way out of a bachelorette party, an accidental butt dial becomes a booty call

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit and Mature, friends/coworkers to lovers, reader is at least 21, tipsy flirting/dancing, improper use of a mechanical bull, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, smut, dash of romance with a happily ever after, no use of y/n, reader has hair and wears a dress

Author's Note: this was the first one-shot I'd ever written on AO3 and decided to post here as well 🤠🥃

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You aren't looking forward to the bachelorette party. You don't even like weddings, yet somehow you've been roped into being part of your old college roommate's wedding party simply because you ran into her at the grocery store a few months back. It was only when you had the bridal shower that you realized you were one of thirteen bridesmaids. Great. Now you'll feel even more invisible than you already do.

You've been in a slump lately, and the only thing bringing out of it is your devilishly handsome coworker Jack Daniels, aka Agent Whiskey. You're an Information Security Specialist for the Statesmen, an ultra-secret espionage agency, so naturally you keep the details of your job pretty hush-hush. Whiskey, as you affectionately call him, is one of your few confidantes, despite the fact that he flirts with you at every turn. You admit to yourself that it's a nice distraction from your loneliness, even if you feel his flirtatiousness is just a bit of fun for him, his own distraction.

You take your time in dressing up for the night: a spaghetti strap black minidress with a plunging neckline and silver cowgirl boots. At the bar you meet up with your fellow bridesmaids and the bride-to-be, who are all in shades of pink and white, near exact replicas of each other, nearly indistinguishable. You stick out like a sore thumb and you know it.

The bridesmaids want to take shots so you take some with them, hoping your anxiety will dilute just a little. Your inhibitions are lowered just a little, but not enough to go out to the dance floor with the others. You watch as others watch them, in admiration as they laugh and gracefully (despite the Buttery Nipple shots they'd all consumed just minutes ago) and wish you could be part of them. You hang back at the bar, politely declining offers to dance from men who come by to not-so-subtly ogle you. You feel like a piece of meat. Perhaps it was a bad idea to come out, knowing you hate places like this. However, just as you're about to order a Lyft, you get an incoming call from Whiskey himself.

Confused and blushing you go to a quieter place of the bar, which is still very loud. "Hello?" you practically shout into the phone.

"Hey darlin'!" you hear Jack's voice on the other end. "You called me?"

"Um.. no, I didn't.."

He chuckles, warm and low in your ear. "Yes you did, darlin'. I was hopin' you were okay."

You quickly check your call log and sure enough, you'd called him about fifteen minutes ago, when you and the bridesmaids were doing shots. "I must have butt-dialed you," you shout back, giggling.

"Aw, lucky me," he drawls. "That pretty ass was thinkin' about me?"

You're too flustered to reply.

"Where are you anyway? Loud as hell over there."

"I'm at a bar for a bridesmaid party."

"That one you were talkin' about earlier today? No invite, huh?"

You giggle again. "It's for women only."

"Exactly! That's my kinda good time!" You hear him chuckle again.

"Actually it's kinda lame. I'm thinking of calling it a night."

"Don't you dare," he says with mock authority. "Wait there a minute and I'll be on my way. Text me the address."

You hang up and text him, wondering what he's up to. You've never hung out with him after work, even with all the flirting you've both done. You think it's strictly professional with a touch of playfulness, but you've never been one hundred percent sure.

You hang out at the bar, wanting to be visible to him when he arrives, but it's only after you're returned from the ladies' room checking your makeup, outfit and hair, that you see him, well the back of him, and he's mingling with some of the bridesmaids, who are obviously taking a much-needed alcohol break from dancing.

You gently touch his shoulder. "Hey there, stranger."

He turns, smiling, and the look in his eyes becomes one of pure lust. He drinks you in, unabashedly. "Damn darlin', you look so good it hurts," he drawls.

You glance at the bridesmaids, most of whom are checking him out with flagrant interest. "Did you meet everyone? Kaitlyn's the bride-to-be," you introduce them.

"I have, and her husband's one lucky sonofabitch, if I may say so," he places a gentlemanly kiss on the bride's hand and she in turn blushes. "Who's your friend?" she asks.

"A coworker," you say mysteriously, glancing at Jack, who has now turned his whole attention to you.

"You wanna dance, darlin'?" he asks, extending his hand to you.

Your stomach drops, just because you're pretty shy about dancing, and if anything you'd like to leave him with the impression that you can at least move in rhythm. "Maybe the next song," you suggest. "But first, how about a couple of shots? On me."

He smiles and shakes his head. "Darlin', I can't allow that. My treat," he insists, and orders a couple shots of whiskey for you and him.

"Had to be whiskey, huh?" you tease him, taking the shot glass in your hand.

"Of course." He lifts his glass to yours for a toast. "To coworkers getting to know each other better," he says, and there's a twinkle in his deep brown eyes that's hard to miss.

"To getting to know each other better," you grin and down the shot. It's like fire in your throat and stomach.

"Too much for ya to handle?" he teases, having downed his with ease.

"Depends.. which Whiskey are you talking about?" you tease back, feeling a little surge of confidence that either comes from Jack or from the shot.

"You're a little firecracker," he says in a low voice, his eyes blatantly going over every line and curve of your face, and downwards to eyeball your neck, the curve of your breasts. You wonder what he's imagining.

"Firecrackers are fun but dangerous," you warn him with a cheeky smile.

"We both know I'm all about that danger. Ain't nothin' I can't handle.." a subtle lift of his brows suggests he means more than mere flirtation.

"Is that a challenge?" You step closer to him, and the scent of his cologne, notes of leather and tobacco, catches your attention.

He notices your stance, the way you've shifted from a sweetheart wallflower to a provocative temptress. "What if it is?" he whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your skin and raising goosebumps on your flesh.

You follow his lead and whisper into his own ear, your lips grazing his cheek. "Then I accept.." you keep the ghost of a kiss upon his freshly shaven cheek and slowly pull back, looking into his eyes and seeing a newly effected desire there. "Dance with me." You bring him out to the floor, having completely lost sight of the bridesmaids. Nothing exists now but you and Jack and this chemistry that's been building between you.

His hands are on your hips as "Neon Moon" starts to play, a slow and soulful song that suits the mood you're both in. The colored lights sweep across the room, casting blue and scarlet and amber glows across the crowd. You're lost in each other, in the touch of his hands on your hips, the way he caresses them, loving their shape. You rest your hands on his broad, strong shoulders.

"You're a good dancer, Jack. You know what they say about men who are good dancers," you tell him suggestively.

"Really? What do they think, Gorgeous?" He pulls you even closer so your bodies are practically flush together.

"That they're good in bed," you answer with an arch of your brow, as if to imply it was beyond your belief.

He looks at you like a man looking at his first meal in a week of starvation. "Do you want to find out just how good of a.. dancer I am?"

Heat blooms across your body, and your pussy clenches in response. It only takes a moment to imagine what it would be like, riding this cowboy. You see him and you realize you have him right where you want him. "There is something I've been dying to ride.." you gently tug his shirt to bring him closer, as if in a kiss..

For a moment he looks like he's going to melt from the heat coming off you. "Oh yeah, darlin'? And what exactly is that?" he smirks.

Your face lights up. "That mechanical bull!" You grab Jack's hand and lead him across the huge barroom to the line to ride the bull. Sneaking a look at his face, Whiskey looks bewildered, but manages to cover it just in time. "That stupid thing? I can think of something more fun to ride," he smirks again and you resist the urge to drag him outside and let him have his way with you in the alleyway.

You only smirk back at him as the operator calls you to come forward and get atop the bull. Getting on top is easy, but staying on will be hard. As soon as you're situated, the bull starts spinning and bucking, slowly at first to let you get your bearings. You laugh and hold on, your body moving with the bull, anticipating its every move. Your hips grind down to the leather, thighs locked tight as you move your pelvis forward. Catching Whiskey's eye you blow him a kiss.

Seeing that the ride is winding down, he goes up to the operator and pays him to let you go again. This time, apparently on Whiskey's orders, the ride goes slower, allowing you to continue your little show for Jack. Keeping eye contact with him, you imagine it's him beneath you. Suddenly you gasp as you realize the bull is moving faster, and you watch as Jack's expression turns dark, lustful. You bite your lip as the speed increases. Pleasure pools in your belly, more specifically between your thighs, and the first stirrings of pleasure begin to radiate outward to your limbs, You rear your head back, face pointed up in ecstasy, and a rolling thunder starts in your veins.

You don't realize it until it's happening but you're being led away by Whiskey to a small corridor where no one can see you, and buries his face in your neck. "Tell me to stop if that's what you want," he says, his voice strained. "But by all that's holy, you are the hottest god damn thing I've ever seen."

But by then your leg is already hooked around his hip, shamelessly rubbing against him, the pleasure from the bull ride still fresh in your body. "I don't want you to stop," you whisper.

He growls low in his throat, which you dare to kiss, grazing your teeth across his skin. He gives a sharp hiss, and when he presses against you you feel proof of his desire, as if you needed any more. His hand goes beneath the hem of your dress and slides up, finding the edge of your lace panties. "Black?" he murmurs, his lips still against your neck.

"How did you know?"

You feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "I always know." His fingers trace your inner thighs before dipping into your heated, slick cunt. "Christ woman, you're soaking wet. For me." With his fingers inside you he kisses you, and you tip your face up to lean into his kiss, He slowly pumps two thick fingers inside as he slips his tongue into your mouth, mimicking the movements, earning a deep moan then a whimper from you.

"Watching you ride that bull, I just know it was me you were thinkin' of," he whispers huskily against your ear. "God damn if you aren't the most gorgeous thing I ever laid eyes on,, been wantin' you a long time, darlin'."

Through the haze of desire you smile, finding the temerity to feel touched by his words. "Took you long enough to show it," you tease, cupping the back of his head as you kiss, leaning against the wall as he fingers your wetness.

He groans again. "As much as I want to continue, I'd like to find a more comfortable place to fuck you." He pauses to look to you for consent. "That is, if you still want this."

You reply by palming his rigid cock, already threatening to poke through his tailored trousers. "I absolutely do.."

In a flurry of movement he brings you outside. The bachelorette party is the last thing on your mind, if you even still remember it, All you can think of is being with Jack. He leads you to his truck, the spacious backseat warm and inviting. He's on you again as that door is closed, His mouth finds yours, tongue claiming you. "I want to be gentle, but I don't think I have it in me right now," he admits.

You shake your head. "I'm not asking for gentle, I'm asking you to fuck me, Jack."

You've never called him by his name before, never been so informal with him, but the look in his eyes tells you it's perfectly all right by him. He lays you down on the seat. "Can I get a little taste of ya, darlin'? Been wonderin' what you'd taste like since the day we met."

This draws a sweet whimper from you, to hear he'd always wanted you. "God yes, please.."

He gingerly removes your panties, kissing his way back up your calves and thighs once they're off. You blush when he breathes in your scent. His hands cup the backs of your thighs, hooking them over his shoulders and you can't help but feel exposed. "Christ.. woman, you're gonna be the death of me," he mutters before taking off his hat and leaning in to devour you.

You give a sharp gasp as you lean your head back against the seat, hands mussing his hair as he laps at your wet cunt, licking up your folds and dipping his tongue inside you. He gently laps at your clit, using more pressure with each lick until he cups his lips around it and sucks, listening to how much you like it, how much more you need.

"Fuck!" you shout, a victorious roar as you feel yourself so close to that edge, and Whiskey is happy to let you use him for your pleasure. His tongue draws shapes upon your clit, alternating between swiping with his tongue and suckling it. Only when you come and he sweeps across every fold to drink up your juices does he stop.

You practically push him down, effectively trading places with him as you kneel before him. "My turn.."

His gaze turns dark even as his face lights up. "Hell, I'm not sayin' no to that, darlin'."

Smiling, you undo his trousers and pull them down with his briefs. His cock springs out, thick and long, perfectly curved, smooth, perfect. "God, I just knew you'd have a big dick.." you whisper, tracing with your tongue from root to head.

Whiskey exhales, watching you work on him. He palms the back of your head but doesn't urge you any further than what's comfortable for you. You use your hand to stroke his base while getting the first few inches of him into your mouth, daring to deep-throat him, wanting to see that look on his face, wanting to see him go crazy for you.

"Jesus, darlin'. I'm so on edge right now I might just burst if you keep doin' that," he chuckles. "Get on up here and ride me, gorgeous."

You feel your heart pound in every extremity of your body, especially your cunt, as you get up and straddle him, hiking up your dress. He stops you a moment and caresses your cheek. "This okay with you, darlin'? I have protection if you prefer.."

You smile and shake your head. "I'm on birth control, and I'm clean."

He smiles back. "Ah good. I'm clean too, darlin'." You know it has to be true, as the agents do periodic physicals and are prohibited from missions for the slightest findings.

Kissing him, you rise over him, using your hands to find him and bring him into you. He slides in without any resistance, and you take your time trying to get as much of him inside as you can. "Fuck, Jack," you whisper as he fills you.

Through the pleasure of connecting your bodies he smirks. "Is that an order?"

You giggle a little. "Looks like I'm the one doing the fucking." Just as you say that, he pushes up from under you, moving you up, filling you up just a little bit more. "God!!"

Sinking his teeth in to his lower lip he grabs onto your hips and moves you how he wants, watching your body for clues on what you like and what you want more of. He pulls the front of your dress down and frees your breasts, suckling on each nipple at a time as you melt on top of him, inadvertently letting more of him inside. He's fucking you and you're fucking him.

You grab his hat from the seat next to you and put it on yourself, riding your cowboy. Whiskey watches you, whispering your name, calling you his Cowgirl, bucking his hips up into you until he bottoms out, then lifting you with long strokes until you push him down to grind down. His thumb flicks over your clit, swirling the letters of your name and his, hearing your wild moans and shuddering sighs. You've never come so hard or so fast. You feel the first fluttery feelings deep within, and they shoot through your veins, lighting up your entire nervous system, and you scream his name as your cunt clenches spasmodically around his cock, and soon you feel him spill his cum deep inside you, spurting its warmth to your insides.

It takes a moment for you to come back to earth, and when you do, Whiskey is kissing you, tenderly, with the remainder of the passion you two just shared. "That was.. wow," you sigh, feeling shy around him now, of all times.

"It was spectacular, darlin'. I hope you know I'm gonna want you again," he puts his forehead to yours.

"Is that so?" You blush with elation.

"Of course darlin'. I'm hopin' to make this a long-term association, if you're so willin'. But on one condition."

You raise a brow. "Already calling the shots, huh? What's the condition?"

"That the only thing you ride is me. Ain't no way I'm being upstaged by a damn mechanical bull ever again."

You laugh, and he loves the sound of it. "We'll put a pin in that conversation."

He strokes your hair. The electric light from the bar sign lights up the inside of the truck, magenta and cyan. "You comin' home with me tonight, Cowgirl?"

You smile and give him a soft kiss. "You bet, Cowboy."

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months ago

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Daddy Lessons 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Rafe Cameron

Summary: You agree to tutor for the Cameron's, but find your student less than cooperative.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

There aren’t many summer jobs in Hammer Ford, but you promised your parents you would find something. Without any response from the grocery store, cafe, or library, your search is hopeless. That’s until you ran into Rose Cameron.

“Weren’t you valedictorian?” She asked.

The scene plays over in your head as you step off your bike to walk it up the hill. What luck that she found you picking out flowers with your mother. Almost as if she’d been looking for you.

“Uh, yeah, last year,” you smiled.

It’s been a year since high school ended, since then you’d spent two semesters outside the hamlet. In the city, people don’t just come up to you for no reason, and rarely a good one. Nor do they know you by name. Your home town seems more quaint the longer you’re away from campus.

“Great, I need a tutor,” she tutted, “how’s fifty an hour?”

You shake your head as you straddle your bike again. It’s an offer you really can’t pass up, even if the Camerons weren’t the most friendly family in Hammer Ford. It doesn’t matter as long as you can tell your parents you have a job.

You pedal east towards the house on the hill. You’ve never been up there. Not even in high school when everyone was going on about the ragers at the Cameron ranch. It was never really your scene. That and you weren’t invited.

You slow as you approach the low fence, breathless as you stop by the closed gate. Do you let yourself in? There’s a gold bell mounted on the post. You ring it and it sends a thunderous toll through the air.

You wait, looking around, though you don’t know if anyone’s coming. Someone appears across the field. You recognise Ward Cameron as he nears, waving a gloved hand as he does.

“Hi, Mr. Cameron, um…” you hold onto your handlebars and dismount, “Rose, uh, asked me to drop by.”

“Sure thing,” he unhooks the inside of the gate, “I was just brushing Juliet.”

“Oh, okay,” you smile.

“You can work in the dining room if that works, or the back porch? It’s pretty nice out,” he lets you through the gate and secures it before he points you towards the house. “Really glad you could come out. We went to an agency in the city but they wanted us to go to them.”

“Um, yeah, sure, no problem,” you peer over at a foal and its mother in a pen, “nice place.”

“You think so? Does it look different in the day?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I know about the parties,” he chortles, “it’s fine.”

“Well, I never…” you rub the back of your neck, “anyway, I guess we can study where Sarah wants.”

“Sarah?”

“Oh, erm, Wheezie?” You wonder.

“Did Rose not… explain?”

“I… assumed, well, she just said you needed a tutor so I thought…” You blink and chew your lip, “Rafe?”

He laughs again, “the one and only. We’re tryna get him back in good graces. He has a conditional offer in the city but he has to take an entrance exam.”

“Right,” you try not to show your discomfort.

Rafe is a year older than you. Even so, he never failed to knock your books out of your hands or laugh in your direction. When he graduated, the student populace sighed in relief but he only made it through one semester in college before he flunked out.

“He’s not the kind for ranch work,” Ward says as he gestures you up the front steps, “frankly, I don’t know what he’s cut out for but a degree will at least give him some prospects.”

“Mhmm,” you drone nervously. If Rose had said so, you may not have been so eager. You just assumed it would be one of the two Wards still enrolled in school.

“He should be around–” he pulls open the front door and lets you in first.

You step aside to slip your shoes off as he hollers for Rafe. You glance out the screen door and wonder if you can come up with a good excuse. Your mind is racing but you come up with nothing.

“What?” Rafe snarls as he traipses in through a broad archway.

“Tutor’s here,” Ward says.

“Tutor?” Rafe mutters.

“I told you,” he chides, “go get your books.”

“Dad, I told you, I’ll write the damn test–”

“And you’ll pass,” Ward insists, “books. Now.”

Rafe huffs and stomps upstairs. You turn around to watch him go. Ward shakes his head and beckons you onwards. You marvel at the neat interior. It’s all a lot more modern than the rest of Hammer Ford. A rustic contemporary mix of sleek white and faded pine.

“Feel free to help yourself to some water, or there’s a Keurig,” Ward offers, “I’d get you some myself but…” he holds up his gloved hands, “I doubt you like the taste of horse hair.”

You smile and nod as you slip your bag off your shoulder.

“Thanks, uh, I’m good,” you say.

“Don’t let him get to you. I know how he can be. He gives you any trouble, I’ll deal with him.”

“Sure, uh, no, shouldn’t be an issue,” you shrug, though you sound less than convincing.

“I’ll be around,” he says and taps the door frame as he leaves.

You sit as he goes and you open your laptop on the table. Your parents bought the used model for your first year of college. It’s a bit slow but it works. You’ll just need the wifi.

A sudden slam makes you yipe and jolts the table. You look up as Rafe stands across from you, scowling. Behind your laptop, there’s several textbooks and a notebook with curling pages. You try to smile but your lips only tremble.

“Oh, hey,” you eke out, “uh, so… we can start on comprehensive literature–”

“Fuck off, dork,” he drops into the chair.

“Well I… your dad–”

“My dad wants me to sit here and waste his money, sure thing,” he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes, “but i’m not takin’ no lessons from you.”

“Right, well, I…” you don’t know what to say. “Can I have the wifi at least?”

He doesn’t acknowledge your question as he pulls out his phone. You think he’s looking it up but he just sits and scrolls, his floppy hair drooping down his forehead. You fidget and flutter your fingers listlessly over the keyboard.

You should just go but you need the money. You close the laptop and reach for one of the textbooks. You open it and smooth the pages with your hand.

“Right, rules of grammar,” you begin, “nouns, pronouns, verbs–”

“Fucking dweeb,” he drops his phone and stands up, “for someone so smart, you sure are fucking dumb.”

“Identifying sentences…” you focus on the page as he paces.

“You think you’re so fucking clever,” he startles you as he pulls out the chair next to you, sitting in it as his elbow hits the table.

“Read the following and underline–” you angle the book towards him, silence by a jarring squeeze on your throat.

You recoil as his hand closes on the front of your neck and you push yourself back in the chair. You grab his wrist and choke, wiggling in your seat. What is he doing?

“What–”

“Shhhhh,” he puts his finger to his lips then presses it to yours, “you talk too much.”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, pulling helplessly on his arm. He smirks as he leans forward, pulling you towards him.

“You think you’re better than me?” He snarls, “let’s see about that.”

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The Merger - C.Cole

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5k

Tags: 80’s corporate au, set in King’s Landing, Nyra’s daughter reader, pwp, enemies to lovers, subby Criston, service top Criston, misogyny, oral (f!receiving), pnv!sex, dom/sub dynamics, background rhaenicent, background alicole, desk boinking, man tears, Cristons Big Brown Eyes

A/N: This was an ask I accidentally posted too early so now repost! Thank you to the anon, loved this and hope you like. Inspired by RedRack’s work on Ao3. Idk anything about business

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You were Rhaenyra’s eldest child and only daughter, the ‘haughty’ one. You’d grown up lavishly, a byproduct of the rich and powerful where one could pay away most problems. Like your parentage. Like your homosexual father and biological dad who happened to be the bodyguard.

Except someone from the other side paid right back and your dad was ashes. Laenor left not too long afterward. You were your mother’s child anyway— as bitter as it felt.

There was a schism and merger at the same time, two huge media conglomerates coming as one now. Your family had long owned a paper before foraging into radio then television, the Legacy Media Agency. Jaehaerys Targaryen and Alysanne brought one of the first channels on television.

Through tragedy and piss-poor mistakes, your grandfather remarried to one Alicent Hightower. Now he was dead and the position of CEO was swiftly voted in for Rhaenyra. Alicent bristled, coming from a media conglomerate family of her own.

The Hightowers were in the movie and TV Industry, Green Flame Studios. They ran the golden age of film in Westeros, easily adapting and changing however into the current state. Television channels and multiple production companies. They’d even nabbed up a music label out of Lannisport.

Much money and meetings later, there was a heated merger due to a clause drafted up while your grandfather was on his deathbed. CEO and COO would be up for grabs again. Tension was filling the building in King’s Landing. Otto was back along with his sleek-looking son. Rhaenyra was growing stressed. Now Daemon was off securing funds and heads, the woman growing edgier by the day.

On a recent evening she sat down with you, the ever dutiful daughter. Jace was more of the smooth heir, able to gloss over and smile his way into the hearts of others. You took a step back, working on a law degree and willing to do a dirty deed if requested.

You and Mother sipped drinks in her office, gazing out over the sparkling city of King’s Landing. It was a shit hole brought up to some sort of glory in your opinion. Rhaenyra huffed, “The rest of her boys are coming. Aemond’s cutthroat but irrational, Aegon can be puppeted but has a raging coke and alcohol problem. Helaena is out of the picture. That leaves the little one, the freak, and the doggy.”

“So a little boy, Larys, and Criston I take it?”

You took off your blazer, rolling your eyes, “Dear uncles want to strangle us. Aegon and Aemond might tear each other to shreds before that could occur. Otto and Alicent, cracking as she may be, hold them together.”

Rhaenyra grimaced, “She ran the company while father was sick. It’s a good look. I was popping questionable children out, working, but not seen like her. She’s got that yuppie housewife bitch look about her, but she’s no Targaryen. Gods.”

You were pretty sure they fucked or something. Mother always went a little distant and quiet regarding Alicent, even if her words were vitriol.

Throwing expensive heels upon the fine desk of many CEO’s past you asked, “What have you need of me? Dirt, intel? I’m not coming near that whisperer, he’s too smart. Wasn’t Cole promoted to some busy work position? Probably Alicent’s fuck toy. I never liked him, he’s got issues.”

Your mother grinned, laughing, the most you’ve seen in a while. She leaned up to squeeze your ankle. Rhaenyra hummed, “You’re a fine woman. Fine, fine woman. Knows what it takes to win. Keep an eye on Cole. He likes the rich girls anyways, yet all of this has him so stressed he’ll be a bigger prick than usual.”

The blonde waved a hand.

“Do what you need, he’s weak at the end of the day. Probably keeps Ali’s underwear in his drawer. Brute. He was sweet once, I fear his issues and my selfish desires fucked that up worse than it needed to be. He’ll never have it, sad as it may be,” she lamented.

You felt pity for the Marcher. Handsome as could be, powerful energy, good with acquisitions of small companies. It stopped there— most considered him an idiot. You’d have to reluctantly get to know more, considering all of the vile history. But you’d do it for Mother.

Standing up in the dim office you nodded, “I’ll do what I can, we should take everyone out for the beach one day. Good publicity. It’s widely known we are more stable.”

She smiled. Your mother was so beautiful, you were glad to see her in better spirits before they were inevitably dashed.

Soon the Green’s employees began to show. Wylde, Lannister, Strong, Cole. Aemond and Aegon also appeared. The first meeting was miserable. You’d sat back and taken notes, sitting pretty next to Jace and Baela. You noted Alicent was the resident female leading the pack, the pack being dogs that would turn on her.

Aemond was the key one. Likely Aegon would get shoved forward if they kept him in line. Otto barked and waved his hands with Rhaenys, he liked the sidelines. Your eyes flickered to Cole— perfectly coiffed and manicured, his suits tailored sharp and tight to show off his body. He certainly looked like a fuck toy.

His dark eyes raised to meet yours, thick brows furrowing. You scoffed and turned your attention elsewhere, the egotistical fucker aggravated now. You could hear his ringed finger tapping against the wood. Prick.

By the end of the week, Rhaenyra held a tenuous hold on CEO, Alicent had taken COO, and Otto had weaseled in as CFO. This was shite. Mother was outnumbered. Tyland Lannister should have had it, he put aside loyalties for success, and he’d served two sides well.

Life in the offices post vote was interesting, to say the least. You’d often be around, observing and speaking with employees. Today you had worn a little black blouse with a bow and a fitted tweed skirt, tights emphasizing your long legs and patent heels. You had a plan. First you made sure your hair was still presentable and reapplied your lipstick. With a smirk, you sauntered over to his oversized cubicle.

Criston Cole. Up jumped prick. It was obvious he was some sort of release for Alicent, leaving her office adjusting his tie, smoothing back his hair, lips still wet. You had gathered he was wildly misunderstood— a whore and a sexist bully. Yet others spoke of him revering women and kind to most. Some said he was dumb as a box of rocks, others said he was quietly crafty in the right environment.

Confusing. But you could do with a whore.

You leaned against the wall, watching his shoulders and biceps bunch as he looked over the potential acquisitions, likely in tech. He had his walkmans on and fidgeted as he read. You eyed his cubicle, immaculately clean, two photos on the wall. One of him in the military shaking a commander’s hand. The other was of a man holding a young Criston, a beautiful Dornish looking woman laughing next to them.

Mommy issues? Maybe. Seems normal enough.

The maybe-bully turned around and pulled off his headphones, raising a brow as he chuffed. “What are you doing staring at the back of my head like that?” His lips turned into a scowl at the sight of your smirk.

“Merely getting to know my mother’s new workers. My coworkers, somewhat. I’m just here for help.”

He eyed your body, dark orbs traveling upwards. Criston watched you with a tight smile, spreading his muscled thighs as his chair rolled around. You remained stoic, waiting on the inevitable snark or nasty comment.

“So what is mommy’s little princess doing besides flouncing your bows and snooping around?”

Oh. You wanted to kill him. Smack that smarmy look off his face.

“What? That’s what you do. Skip around and flirt with that big chip on your shoulder. It’s almost cute, knowing what you are.”

You ignored him to continue, “I’m overseeing the new employees to our building. I’m in law school. Besides, I don’t need some fucktoy bully with muscles for a brain to snap at me. Watch your godsdamn mouth with me and how you speak on my family.”

You glared him down, watching Criston get flushed and submit easily. There it was, not a hard button to find. A little meanness, a little firm hand, and Criston Cole was putty. You grinned, patting his desk, “Good boy. Perhaps you should keep your mouth shut more, or go get it glued back to the green queen’s cunt.”

He inhaled sharply as you walked away victorious.

You dialed your mother up from the car phone, cackling about the experience. The pair of you schemed, you needed to get under Criston or over him. Whatever it took to figure out more…perhaps you had your own desires. He hadn’t been going to Alicent’s office as much since you slipped up. Albeit was quite known.

The further away from her he was, the better. That’s how you could snag the man. The upcoming gala would be time to strike.

You wore a strapped, glass-beaded black gown to the gala, some bullshit reason to meet around and prove that all was swell, give out idiotic awards and swaths of money. Your curls were piled into an updo, brows thick, and eyes shadowy. Your lips were blood red. Black gloves went to your elbows.

You knew you had to bang Cole tonight. He’d softened some around you since the moment in his cubicle but he was tighter than the damn Iron Bank when it came to anything of information you wanted. He looked handsome in his designer suit, pressed and prim. Hovering behind Alicent, looking like a puppy. You frowned between sips of your champagne. You needed him away from her!

“You’re hot you know,” came a slurred voice.

“Ah. Dearest uncle of mine. Coming to hit on his family. How many flutes I wonder?” You turned to face a grinning Aegon, purple eyes hazy, smelling like Joop! You rolled your eyes and let him jabber on, grinning at Aeg.

“You really must want a piece? You know fucking baseborn isn’t a good look, but your face is so cute,” you teased.

Aegon’s coked-up expression widened into a grin, his hands on your waist as you laughed it off. Jacaerys would pull him off, or Luke. Aegon’s lips grew closer to your neck before being yanked back roughly, one irritated Criston Cole glaring down at Aegon and sending him packing. You waved goodbye.

Criston’s big frame engulfed yours, his more masculine scent aided with some Calvin Klein tickling your nose. Damn this man for being so damnably handsome. He was looking down at you, jaw clenching. You hummed, “Thanks for the save, Cole. Didn’t know you had the knight in shining armor sensibilities.”

He gripped your arm, grunting, “I don’t.”

The taller man led you away, farther and farther towards the bathrooms. You laughed, Criston shooting a glare.

“Where are you taking me?”

He huffed, “Away from here. I have some questions for you.”

“This isn’t going to end up with you strangling me right?”

“Shut up, damn, you talk so godsdamned much!”

You rolled your eyes once again, trying to keep up with his long strides, the man unlocking a door and shoving you inside. You stumbled and cursed, Criston quick to pick you up. He led you over to the desk, picked you up, and put you atop the flat surface.

He stared, jaw clenched, eyes wide as they took you in— calloused hands ran up your pantyhose.

You cocked your head, humming, “I thought you were asking questions.”

Criston closed into space, hands gripping your thighs tighter as he snarled, “I don’t get you. You don’t work for the company, you’re a damn college brat with a chip on your shoulder.” His hands tightened again, fingertips digging into your skin.

“Anyways are we fucking or not?”

Criston looked at a loss for words, nostrils flaring in aggravation. You cooed, hand sliding across his broad shoulders and up to the nape of his neck. Gently playing and pulling at his curls, you leaned closer to his pretty mouth, noses touching.

The man exhaled sharply, voice less sharp as he murmured, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

How funny, you couldn’t either.

Your lips curled up in pleasure, eyes slipping shut as you kissed him softly, a mere press of the lips. Criston tried for more— only for you to pull back and chide, “Slow, we don’t have anywhere to be.” You could tell he was thinking, but Cole acquiesced and matched your pace.

As you lazily smacked lips with him, his hands eased up, rubbing up and down. You slid your tongue between his lips, moaning softly as he eagerly met you, hot and slick. He made a noise deep in his chest when you grabbed a handful of slicked-down dark hair. You pressed up against his firm chest, tongues and lips doing an age-old dance.

Criston sucked on your bottom lip, returning to sup at your mouth, hands roving up higher, your dress rising with the movement. You spread your thighs with a sigh, panting against his insistent mouth. You could feel the kiss grow messy, Criston pulled ever you closer. He flicked his tongue against yours, moaning in desperation.

You distantly wondered if Alicent let him kiss her much. If she let him do anything besides satiate a need. The way he was pressed tight to your frame and groaning like a man deprived from some kisses seemed to affirm that. He pulled back with a wild look, nuzzling and pressing his wet lips to your neck, dark stubble rubbing the thin skin.

You threw your head back for more access, panting and sighing. You pulled at his hair again and spread your legs wider. He gasped when you asked if he was going to eat you out like he did the COO. Criston grumbled, frowning, his hands pulling down your hose.

“Is that all you think I’m good for?”

You studied his downtrodden puppy dog face and felt bad, poor thing had a knack for attaching himself to unavailable women. Your mind railed distantly on what he said about your mother and your siblings.

“Maybe. Looks like you spend more time on your knees than in your cubicle from my time at the office, Criston.”

You pushed at his shoulder, Criston dropping down with a petulant look across his face. He continued to pull your pantyhose down, fingers hooking into your thin underwear along the way. He made a weak nose when you leaned back some, purring, “There we go, take it all off. Gods, you’re pretty down there.”

He moaned again, nosing at your knee, dark eyes peeling from your exposed skin to look up. Criston rasped desperately, “Please, I’m sorry.” Those dark eyes were growing wet. You ripped your gaze away from his face, trailing down his heaving chest to where his flushed cock pushed against his fly.

“Sorry for what?”

Criston whimpered, the sound escaping before he could swallow it down. You smirked, hands running through his dark hair as your legs began to spread. He was staring again, wordless pleading for a taste.

He croaked, “I- ah- apologize for my manner of speech and behavior toward you. I don’t want this to be merely a scheme.”

You murmured, softer than expected at his observation, “You’re a sap, aren’t you? Just want a pretty girl to be all yours hm? You can be mine, I think I’ll let you have me.” You twisted at his hair harder, eliciting another pathetic noise.

“Yeah, that seems nice, you’re going to be mine now. Don’t worry, I’ll let you stick around and hold me afterward Cole. What a waste if I didn’t.”

He choked out, “Please, yes, yes— I’ll be good I swear, I’ll be so good to you.”

You grinned, scooting toward the edge of the desk, soaked cunt right in front of Criston’s teary eyes. You cooed, “I’ll let you have it, Cris, just know who you’re serving now. Me. No one else. No more dallying around with Hightower, you’ll be visiting my office when I pass the bar. Doesn’t that sound sweet, tell me how good I’m letting you have it.”

He got another twist of his hair.

Criston desperately moaned, voice cracking as he gripped your thighs, lips hovering over your pussy. He croaked, “I’m yours, yours, no one but you. No Hightower, no Targaryen— Velaryon.” He sucked a wet breath in, need wracking the man as he began to beg.

“Please- please baby- let me treat you good?”

You nodded, pushing his face toward your cunt. Criston kissed up your thigh, coarse hands moving your legs over his shoulders. His lips were hot and wet, leaving a trail and shiver up your spine. You couldn’t help the throaty moan from your chest when the brunette inhaled with a curse— his molten touch and breath casting across your most sensitive flesh.

“C’mon, c’mon,” you breathed.

Criston wasted no time, delving into your slick folds, mouth immediately kissing and lapping at your soaked entrance. You cried out, thighs jumping and tightening. He groaned in delight, lurid sounds from his overeager eating— that gorgeous nose of his pressed tightly to your bundle of nerves.

“Ngh- Criston, fuck!” You inelegantly carried on, sounding like one of those sultry-eyed whores in the porn movies. The man between your thighs laughed, hands soothing up and down the outside of your propped legs.

There was reverence in Criston’s rumble, his dark eyes as he murmured between messy presses of his lips, “Taste s’fucking good baby.” You arched into his mouth, hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to your aching clit.

“Smart boy,” came your hum of pleasure. One of your knees fell to the side, Criston checking again with expressive eyes as he slid the center two of his digits across your pussy. You nodded, throwing your head back in ecstasy as the man mouthed and tongued at your pearl in sloppy movements. He was utterly lost in it, groaning as he sucked and licked, dexterous fingers deep inside.

The quiet room was filled with the most erotic of noises— squelching, whines, shuddery breaths, and his deliciously messy eating. No wonder Alicent kept him around— you deliriously thought. On that note, you cried his name, laying back on the desk to roll into him easier, his pretty face and fingers dragging across your tender spots. The lovely sting of his stubble added a level.

Pleasure laced up and down your spine, building hot in your lower belly. He moved faster as you began to whimper, moans getting pitchy and needy. He held your hip down with his free hand, moaning. You babbled, “F-fuck, gods, gonna come, can’t stop dripping all over you. Such a good toy!”

He gasped, tonguing around where his fingers stretched your hole, lapping up every bit of your essence like a last meal. You began to writhe, breath choppy between moans. Criston fucked you faster with his fingers, you could feel his obsidian eyes watching with feverish heat.

Your belly tightened and spasmed, that wondrous feeling of intense pleasure blooming when the marcher sealed his perfect lips over your clit again to suck. He had to hold you down with one hand splayed across your lower belly, strength evident as you bucked and whined and keened his name.

You shivered, tears of overstimulation pricking as he lapped you clean, sucking his fingers with a slutty little moan. Criston mumbled, “Was that good, princess?” His calloused palm rubbed your trembling stomach, soothing and maddening as you came down from the orgasm.

Eventually gathering your wits, you held out a hand, the ‘businessman’ helping you sit upright. You felt a mess, running a hand over your errant curls, cunt on display, pantyhose ‘round your ankles. Criston looked at you like a goddess, his ever-helpful hands easing your pantyhose up before you stopped him.

His thick brows furrowed in confusion.

You laughed softly, “You’ve done a good job, I don’t see why you don’t get a reward.”

Criston’s hands reflexively tightened, his big chest swelling as he inhaled. You continued in your saccharine tone, “I mean you ate me out like a champ, I’m sure you’re tired of walking off with cum in your underwear or a hard-on from hell. Poor puppy, you look so swollen too.”

Criston outright whimpered, “Hurts.”

You cradled his face, cooing at the furrow in his brow, how those almond eyes were nearly full of tears. Gods, he was perfect, all man but willing to be jerked around by ‘the lesser sex’. So they say. Your eyes shifted to his cock once more, painfully pressing against his fly. Criston made another pitiful noise.

“You wanna come? I’ll let you bend me over this desk. You better fuck me hard, gods know you’re used to getting ridden. You’re just a sweet little fuck toy, hm?”

Criston gasped, eyes closing as a tear slipped. He was shaking with need, mouth hanging open as he babbled, “Yes- m’your fuck toy, but I’ll do it good for you, I’ll make you come, baby, I’ll hold it I swear!”

You smiled, turning to get on your belly, legs planted on the ground now. You could hear him shucking off his blazer, fervent fingers ripping at buttons. While he divested his clothing you teased mercilessly.

“So excited aren’t you? Big man gets to fuck now. You’re welcome. Tell me who you serve now. Tell me who you belong to and I’ll let you fill me up.”

He croaked, voice cracking, “I serve you now, yours, m’gonna make you feel so good, I won’t come, I’ll hold it.”

You turned to eye his heaving chest, the dark hair trailing down to his thick cock. A moan slipped from your lips at his beauty. His pretty prick was so flushed, you’d give him some slack if he did come. Poor thing was already worked and messy tears would be no good.

“C’mon then, I’m ready, take it easy stud,” you said, pulling him by the wrist. That hand gripped your hip, fingers digging in. He was panting while guiding the weepy tip of his cock into your sensitive cunt. The tip pressed up into your folds, stretching you out agonizingly slow.

Criston heaved, easing in further, little grunts and huffs from behind. He gritted out, “Pussy’s fucking perfect, gods.” You closed your eyes, savoring the stretch as Cole eased the tip in, pausing with a tremble. You let him acclimate, the marcher moaning throatily.

“Shh-shit, shit,” he said, both hands on your waist now.

You moaned softly as he went deeper, his prick molten hot and filling you up. It ground against your ridged walls, your cunt gripping the intrusion, more pleasure crawling up your spine. He was whining through his nose, muttering about how good you felt, how tight and wet it was.

You soothed, “I know, take it easy, you wanna fuck me good and hard, you need it, Cris.”

Criston groaned, “Oh- thank y-you, I needed this, s-so godsdamn hard for you baby.”

You gripped the edge of the desk as Criston was deep, his trim hips against your ass as he carried on. He leaned forward a bit, breathing through the intense stimulation. You didn’t mind, his bitten-off whimpers were cute. He was a sweetie under all his bluff.

You told him so, earning another agonized moan.

Soon Cris’ cock wasn’t throbbing and his breath had evened out. You turned to get a look, pulling him in for a quick kiss, his dark lips swollen. Criston murmured, “I think I’m ready. I can take you good and hard like you want princess, if you’ll let me, I’ll be good, s’good.”

You whispered against his lips, “Have at it stud. About time someone put that strength to good use. But you better have me soaking your cock before you think about busting.” He nodded, eyes adoring when you playfully nipped his lip, reaching back to smack a lean flank.

You couldn’t help the noise pushed out of you when he pulled out to the tip, adjusting your hips so he could slam back in at the right angle. The pair of you practically howled in unison, the primal affair on. Criston fucked like a man deprived, quick, and strong thrust.

You cried out as his hips cracked against your ass, his heavy sac hitting your clit. Criston groaned and cursed, pausing occasionally on a good deep thrust just to get ahold of himself once more. Your nails dug into the hard surface of the desk, mouth hanging wide open.

“Yeah- yeah, baby, good boy- ohgods!” You cried out when he pulled you upright against his body, fingers thumbing and pinching your nipples. He slurred nonsense, wet kisses as he lost himself, only focused on fucking you into oblivion.

Sweat began to bead across your body, turning to gooseflesh from the stimulation. His fingertips swirling and softly tugging at your nipples sent a bolt of white-hot arousal down to your clit. You knew you were getting wetter for him. Hells, you’d started crying out in ecstasy, bucking back into him like a wild animal.

Criston growled, “I’m yours, let me be yours, I’ll do this every night if you see fit.”

How he was suddenly composed pissed you off. But you were too out of sorts to do anything but moan and roll back onto his fat cock that was wrecking you. Giving a little whine of acquiescence, you nodded. He was yours now, he was going to be your big scary guard dog that adores his lady.

You heaved at the thought, belly tightening up, nipples budding so hard it hurt. Criston began to slowly push you back onto the desk, his heated body following, enveloping you in his warmth and scent. Criston grinned against your neck, pressing kisses as he slipped a hand down to form a vee with his fingers, rubbing at your flushed clit.

You wouldn’t admit this later but you squealed. You squealed and thrashed and came so hard your vision blacked out. Ecstasy consumed every part of your body. You gushed on Criston, pussy pulling and pulsing around him. When you could see again— he was the perfect wreck.

The brunette was waiting for permission. He was desperately begging, voice pitched enough to make it crack. You could hear the warble of a sob building up. Yet the man still sloppily rutted into your cunt, discordant and choppy. He cried softly, “Pleasepleaseplease let me come, please, oh it hurts, I did good yeah? Hurts- nghhh- mhh- gonna pop baby please.”

“Fill me up,” you slurred.

Criston came with a silent scream, shaking all over as he shoved deep and emptied— hot seed overflowing your cunt. He whined and whined as his swollen balls emptied, enough to make your spent body shiver.

The moment of bliss became subdued, his shaky hand reached for a tissue, pulling out, both of you hissing as he caught the excess, getting another few tissues to clean both of you up. Criston quietly pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck, pulling your underwear and hose up.

You turned to help the debauched man get himself clothed and back together. He was quiet, lips quirked a little, smile not quite reaching his eyes. As you buttoned his shirt up and started in on his tie, you looked up.

“I do mean it, I don’t mind this, I think you’re not so bad under your yuppie dick persona you like to put on,” you teased gently, straightening the tie. Criston frowned a bit, exhaling, “I seem to get grief in return every time. But…but I like your sweetness that shines when you’re not preening for your mother.”

He gave a grin this time, a real one that made his eyes crinkle, a glimmer of warmth.

You kissed him again, humming, “Well- since you’re my sweet boy now, maybe Mother and Ali can finally hook up.”

That was the first real laugh you’d heard from the man. He pulled you in close, chuckling, “Perhaps we’re doing everyone a favor if so. We’ll figure out the hoops as they come. Probably will be upsetting our bosses.”

#hotd fanfic #hotd smut #hotd imagine #hotd writing #criston cole imagine #criston cole x reader #ser criston cole x reader #criston x reader

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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 1 month ago

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by Olivia Reingold

On October 7, 2024—one year after Hamas invaded Israel, murdering 1,200 people—The New York Times published an episode of its flagship podcast, The Daily. It featured two men on opposite sides of the conflict: an Israeli man who’s moved from hotel to hotel after Hamas destroyed his community, and a father trying to survive in Gaza.

But while the Israeli man was described in full—as a “liberal” 44-year-old father named Golan Abitbul, born and raised on Kibbutz Be’eri, the Palestinian man’s identity was shrouded in secrecy. The New York Times simply referred to him as “Hussein, a Palestinian man living in Gaza.” The host, Sabrina Tavernise, did not ask Hussein any follow-up questions when he revealed that, unlike most Gazans right now, he has “a good income” and is able to pay about $1,000 a month for rent. And she let him explain—uninterrupted—about why, a year later, the war ravages on.

“I’m surprised that there is humans doing this force,” Hussein said of Israeli soldiers, in broken English. “How could human became this evil, killing others, imposing collective punishment on over two million people with no reason? What are they going to gain? Why they are doing this?”

But what Tavernise did not say is that “Hussein” is Hussein Owda, whose name is listed in the show notes on audio platforms that host the podcast, including Spotify and Apple Podcasts. And what The New York Times does not reveal is that Owda’s background suggests links to Hamas. A simple Google search turns up his LinkedIn page, where he publicly lists an eight-year stretch working for the Municipality of Gaza, which sources told me is controlled by Hamas; a new job at the controversy-riddled United Nations Relief and Works Agency for Palestine Refugees in the Near East (also known as UNRWA); and an eight-month stint at Muslim Hands, a nonprofit exposed by the UK’s Telegraph in 2014 for having “close ties to the Muslim Brotherhood.” Hamas was originally established in the 1980s as the local Palestinian branch of the Muslim Brotherhood.Hussein Owda (via LinkedIn)

From September 2015 until August 2023, Owda lists his job as the head of public relations for the Municipality of Gaza. “Every government structure in Gaza was run by Hamas,” Jon Schanzer, a former terrorism analyst at the U.S. Department of the Treasury, told me. “The people that were paying his salary ultimately would’ve gone up the chain to Hamas itself.” Schanzer added that Owda, as the former head of public relations for the Municipality of Gaza, likely was “providing propaganda” to advance the mission of Hamas.

Meanwhile, three on-the-ground sources in Gaza—two of whom were provided through The Center for Peace Communications, which has a network of sources in the region—all confirmed to The Free Press that Owda has links to Hamas. One Gazan man who has met Owda said that “Employment at the municipality requires approval from the internal security, the local mosque’s emir, and Qassam Brigades intelligence,” referring to Al-Qassam Brigades, the militant wing of Hamas behind the group’s October 7 attack. Another Palestinian source in Gaza told The Free Press, “It’s impossible to get a job in the municipality unless you’re with Hamas.” (All sources in Gaza asked to withhold their names to protect them from possible retaliation by the terrorist group.)

#hamas #gaza #unrwa #new york times #hussein owda

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 6 months ago

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I was thinking about the jobs of BSD cast in the real world.

Well, I know that the Ada members are detectives and they formed the Private Investigation Bureau.

If I remember correctly, Mori and the other PM members are working to establish Port Mafia in the real world.

Nikolai is a magician ig.

And Lippmann is working to be an actor

I have some questions-

1) Do the Beast!Ada members also join private Investigation bureau with the og!Ada members?Then which Fukuzawa is the president?

2) Similarly, Do the Beast!Pm members join the PM with the OG!Pm members. Who is the boss then? Mori or Dazai? (Tbh, I kinda imagine Beastzai taking Og!zai's vacant executive spot)

3)What does Beast! Mori do?

4)What does both Fyodors do? I don't think they would choose terrorism again since they already live in their desired world.

5)What does the HD do? Does Teruko go to school with the other kids since she's only 12.

6)Does Sigma join the Private Investigation Bureau?

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Jobs

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1. At first, it was the plan, that OG!ADA and BEAST! ADA will work together, with both Fukuzawas sharing the title of president.

However, two problems arise.

№1. Half of the time, Ranpos refused to work together. Sometimes, because they were arguing, who solved the case faster. Other days they were fighting because they can't decide, how to share snacks. Then they would fight over your attention.

Both Fukuzawas have to break the quarrels between Ranpos. But they would start again later. You also could act as a mediator, Ranpos did listen to you, but you can't just spend all day in the Bureau's office.

№2. BEAST! Akutagawa, OG! Dazai and BEAST! Oda have troubles working with each other.

BEAST! Akutagawa still doesn't like Dazai (any version), OG! Akutagawa will try to pick up a fight with BEAST! Akutagawa for his disrespect, which doesn't make BEAST! Akutagawa likes Dazai.

BEAST! Oda still can't believe, that another him is friends with OG! Dazai.

OG! Dazai, out of respect of BEAST! Dazai's situation keep his distance from BEAST! Oda.

At the end, BEAST! ADA agreed to establish their own detective agency. And BEAST! Kunikida will be a President of the second agency, at least on paper, so people won't question, why Fukuzawa Yukichi opened two agencies.

BEAST! Armed Detective Agency will be known as Insight Investigation Agency.

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2. It took a lot of discussion, but Port Mafia and BEAST! Mafia joined forces. With some rules for BEAST! Port Mafia

Rule №1. BEAST! Dazai can be executive, Black Lizard or took any Mafia's job he likes, even leave the mafia any time he wants, but, in return, he agreed to never took Port Mafia boss position.

Rule №2. BEAST! Chuuya will have to be a sub-executive, together with Rimbaud. He can become proper executive, when OG! Chuuya either become Boss, and gave BEAST! Chuuya executive spot, or if OG! Chuuya leave mafia and agreed to give BEAST! Chuuya executive spot.

Rule №3. BEAST! Chuuya works together with Verlaine and Flags. They try to help BEAST! Chuuya with his temper.

Rule №4. BEAST! Atsushi and BEAST! Kyouka will work under Kouyou. OG! Akutagawa is prohibited from going near BEAST! Atsushi without good reason. Because OG! Akutagawa doesn't trust BEAST! Atsushi in doing good job protecting you. Fun fact, OG! Akutagawa trusts OG! Atsushi, that he will protect you.

BEAST! PM are fine with new jobs. However, BEAST! Dazai does think from tome to time about leaving Port Mafia.

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3) BEAST! Mori and BEAST! Elise is working in the orphanage. They are a mix between medics/caretakers.

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4. OG! Fyodor and BEAST! Fyodor are working with computers, Internet security and IT. They mostly work from home, helping companies find weak spots in their defense with hacking skills.

And, yes, they aren't terrorizing anyone. Except your hair. Because:

"Myshonok, you looked so sad with unplayed hair, so I decided to help."

"Myshka, let me style your hair and give you scratches."

... If it makes things better, sometimes, Fyodors play with Shibusawas', Bram's or Nikolai's hair. The only difference, that with them Fyodors do it automatically, when they are thinking about something. With you, Fyodors do it on their own violation.

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5. Hunting Dogs became bodyguards for hire. Tachihara works both as bodyguard and as mafioso.

As for Teruko... It's slightly complicated.

Teruko will go to school. However, Teruko wasn't to fond of this idea. Her ability makes her mind quite developed. Because of that, Teruko is much smarter, then average twelve-year-old, and also acts very mature. Teruko just thinks, that she can do something else, beside going to school and keeping an eye on kids.

However, she also can't use her ability to age her up to be a bodyguard with the rest of Hunting Dogs.

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HEADCANNON ABOUT TERUKO'S ABILITY

Her forms, that makes her older, require great amount of energy. Teruko can maintain them for a few hours, but, after that, she will "reduce" to her normal age and will need time to be able to use her ability again.

_________

You helped to find the compromise.

Teruko helps you with training, and she is a good couch. So, you decided to use Internet.

Teruko will go to school. But, she will also use her ability, make herself older, and film training routine videos. Then videos will be uploaded. This way, Teruko can have a "more or less" fine childhood and not feel like a burden.

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6. He is. Sigma is quite happy to be a detective. But, if in Reader's country casinos are legal, Sigma also might open one.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau

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sunnynwanda · 11 months ago

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Hi! Your writing is just amazing 🤘🏾 may I request a spicy hero x villain , with an EXTREMELY flirty villain. Perhaps giving off a "one night stand" sorta vibe? Idk whatever you're comfortable with. Thank you in advance!

Temptation

Part 2

Hero was livid. Rightfully so. Not only did the asshole of a villain they had the misery of working against attack on Christmas Eve, but they also had to do that on the only chance Hero had of company. They were Christmas carolling near the central square, for God's sake. There was nothing to gain from attacking them there. Or attacking at all.

And it's not like Villain even pursued anything - they were just determined to piss Hero off and ruin their holiday spirit to compensate for their own foul mood. Solely out of spite. So yes, Hero was seething. And Villain was going to regret provoking them.

They grab a garland light off the toppled tree and wrap it around Villain's wrists. They attempt to jerk away and free themselves, when Hero restricts their movements by twisting their arms behind their back and securing them before wrapping the rest of the garland down to their feet to completely immobilise them.

"Stay fucking still!" They growl through gritted teeth, tugging at the improvised chain a little too harshly.

"I like it a bit more gentle, baby," Villain murmurs under their breath, but when Hero smacks them, they start thrashing around like a fish out of water.

Hero picks Villain up, fighting the temptation to knock them out, and throws them over their shoulder. They wish the citizens happy holidays and depart with a heavy heart. Once they've dealt with Villain, there'll be nothing but an empty apartment and frozen pizza waiting for them. All because of the dumbass that keeps banging their tied fists at Hero's back, demanding attention.

"Stop." They order, only to be ignored. "I told you to stop, you absolute prick!"

Villain seizes their blows for a short moment before resuming again with a cheeky laugh. And Hero has had enough. They throw Villain off their shoulder, watching them land on the concrete floor of their apartment balcony. Normally, they would avoid bringing Villain to their own place. But, the agency was closed because every normal human being was supposed to be at home, celebrating with their families.

They land, turning Villain over face up and grasping their collar to pull them to a standing position. A strained breath escapes them from the force with which Hero slams their back against the wall. They hiss when their head makes contact with the rough surface.

"Now listen here, you miserable bastard," they start, anger sweeping over them.

Against their better judgement, Villain coughs out a laugh, only getting Hero more riled up.

"You sure I'm the miserable one here?"

This earns them a blow to the gut, but they can't even bend over properly because of their confines.

"Shut your mouth and listen to me," Hero snarls, no longer able to contain their aggravation. They don't even know why they are so mad at Villain specifically - poor-timed attack aside. It is perhaps their frustration getting the best of them, Villain just happened to cross their path at the wrong moment. "We have two options here."

Villain swallows, their throat tight, then nods. Something is off, and they can sense that. Usually, Hero was up for a little brawl. It was entertaining and never meant to inflict any significant harm. Same for today, Villain was sure the toppled tree was back in position with only one garland and a couple of ornaments missing. Worst case scenario, ten. Hero's rage was far from being equivalent to the damage done.

"You give us both a holiday break, or I leave you here tied up with this garland for the entire weekend," Hero's warning drags them out of their thoughts. But they wouldn't be who they are if they abandoned their plan that easily. Villain pulls their lower lip between their teeth and drags a finger over Hero's toned stomach, eyes lided.

"There's another option, too," they muse in a low voice. They know they are probably laying it on too thick, but they need to get the message across. And if this doesn't get Hero to relax, they don't know what will. With a crooked smile now adorning their face, Villain continues. "If you'd care to twitch your plan a bit, that is."

Hero stares at them with the most deadpan look they can muster. They despise the way their voice sounds hoarse when they finally speak. "How so?"

The sexual tension between them was insane - to a painful extent. It was evident from the very start, but they never succumbed to it and never showed any inclination to cave in. Or so they thought.

"Well, it'd go pretty much the same - you tie me up with the garland," Villain explains, squirming to illustrate their point. And free their arms. "Except, you stay, too, and get to do whatever you'd like to me."

"What?" Hero chokes out, incredulous at the shiver Villain's words send down their back. They are flabbergasted at how quickly they were ready to nod in agreement.

"Preferably for the entire weekend," Villain can't help the teasing tone and seeing Hero's reaction only prompts them to keep going. They gulp, voice heavy with arousal. "If you can handle me for that long."

"I..." Hero gapes at them, utterly at a loss for words. Their skin prickles with agitation when Villain offers them a suggestive wink.

"I'm damn sure that'll be your best Christmas yet."

Hero bites their lip to suppress a throaty groan, and Villain smirks, knowing full well they got them. They can feel the heat rising in their stomach when Hero looks up at them with darkened eyes. Their dilated irises lock onto Villain's when the question drops from their lips. Villain barely registers it, too occupied with the thoughts of that mouth on their skin.

"And what happens next?" Hero asks, barely restraining themselves from throwing every inhibition aside and ravaging them on the cold balcony of their apartment.

"Nothing," Villain squeezes out, their tongue sweeps out to wet their parted lips. Being bound up and at Hero's hands always did things to them they were not prepared to unravel, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity to go there. "We let the tension out of our systems and return to our usual fighting routine."

A part of Hero fears the weekend won't be enough to satiate their hunger, but it's worth a shot. At least they can get a taste of something they have craved for longer than they dare admit.

"You know you want me, darling." Villain chimes in, worming out of their chains and wrapping their arms around Hero's neck. "You can't hide it."

Without further thoughts, Hero crashes their lips in a searing kiss, picking them up with one arm while the other pushes the door open. Villain moans into their mouth, wrapping their legs around Hero's waist as they are carried into the apartment.

They don't know whether this is an incredible idea or a horrible mistake. It's up for debate whether this will end up as a one night stand with their nemesis or a beginning of something much more than that. They don't even know if it's anger or attraction that's fueling Hero's desire for them. If there is one thing Villain does know, it's that they won't be spending Christmas enveloped by the emptiness of their existence.

Part 2

Masterlist

Hi, darling!

Thank you so much for the request and kind words, I appreaciate that! I hope I managed to capture your idea in this snippet and that you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

It's not as spicy, but there could always be a part 2, right? :D

xo Sunny

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honeesucker · 1 year ago

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Five -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 6,774

Series Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: KiriBaku smut - Kirishima in a more Dominant role, Bakugo has big feelings and there’s a lot of softness, useage of a safe word.

*Not proofread.

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“Ready!”

Bakugo was frozen on the inside, would be frozen on the spot if the Director didn’t clear her throat, smiling knowingly at him and then down at you. “Be good for Mr. Bakugo, Puppy... don’t forget your check-in with Hana next week, okay?”

“Okay!” You said again, your voice a cheery octave higher than normal... if you were nervous, you weren’t showing it. Your floppy little ears bounced as you walked hand in hand with Bakugo back to Kirishima’s waiting car, your fluffy tail swishing behind you quicker as you noticed him. “Red!”

“Heya Pup,” Kirishima greeted, stepping out of the car and walking around to open the trunk where your bag was loaded, Bakugo opening the back door for you. “Ready to head home?”

Home. You didn’t know why that word struck you so suddenly, your tail stopping its movement as you looked up at Kirishima and Bakugo... you nodded.

“It’s gonna be okay, Pup,” Kirishima comforted you, a large hand on your shoulder with a gentle pat as he helped you into the car. “Being nervous and getting used to something new can be scary, but you like Bakugo, right?” You nodded... “and you know me and TetsuTetsu are close by, too, and you’ll still have everyone here at the facility to support you.” You just nodded, giving a small, tight smile as you slip into the back seat, Kirishima helping to buckle you in as he and Bakugo get into the front seat. Kirishima smiles at you in the rearview, watching your stick your face out of the window as the wind whips through your hair and cools your face as he drives away. Bakugo watches the way your eyes close in the sideview mirror, a soft look on his face as he sees the way your nose twitches as you sniff and look around the fresh, new scents of the rural area you’re driving through, and then the scents and sounds of the city as you get closer to his apartment. “We’re here!” Kirishima finally says, pulling up to the front of Bakugo’s building, giving Bakugo a quick look that he answers by shaking his head. Kirishima just smiles and pops the trunk as Bakugo opens your door, Kirishima bidding you a quick goodbye and promising to stop by with TetsuTetsu soon after you’re settled in, Bakugo reaching out his hand to take yours again, finding out from earlier it’s something that makes you feel more secure when you’re nervous.

You happily take his hand, his other occupied by your bag of items as he leads you through the doors into the lobby of his building. It’s high-security, sleek, modern, dark marble and low lighting... the peak of single Hero luxury... he couldn’t help but wonder if you liked it or not.

You took the elevator up to the top of the high-rise, Bakugo having an entire half-floor to himself that allowed for as much space and luxury amenities someone like him could need. He entered his door pin, opening the door with a melodic chime as he ushered you inside, slipping his sneakers off as he smiled softly, watching you slip out of your shoes, too. Bakugo gave you a soft, encouraging smile with a motion to continue in... your eyes wide as you slowly walked around his space. A wide-open space with large balcony windows... it looks like there was a cozy space for you to relax outside if you wanted to... the mixture of sleek modern and traditional Japanese motifs was something you had never seen before, but it fit together well. You walked up, slowly touching the shoji wall you had never encountered before, the soft padding sound of your feet as you walked across the sleek, dark laminate flooring.

“Want to go see your room?” Bakugo asked softly, and you turned with a slight smile on your face and nodded, opting to follow behind him quietly as he leads you to his cleaned out office... the spare room was similar in style to the rest of the house, a mixture of sleek modern and traditional, everything was cleared out, and the pull-out bed was setup with soft, freshly washed bedding. “I was thinking tomorrow we can go shopping and pick out some things you need, and you can choose things to decorate and make the space more comfortable for you, too... if you want...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off softly as he looked down at you, and you only nodded, a happy smile on your face as you looked up at him.

“T-That sounds wonderful, thank you... I can... I can clean, or help somehow to pay you back-” Bakugo cut you off immediately.

“No,” he said sternly, but with a soft undertone. “This isn’t something you need to pay me back for, this is me welcoming you into this house, and wanting to give you the right to your own space... no strings attached...” he watched as you marinated on his words before he offered... “want some dinner, Pup?”

You couldn’t help the way you perked up at the idea of food, and Bakugo noticed. He smiled, allowing you a moment to settle with your things and saying you can join him in the kitchen when you’re done. You nodded, pulling out the little bit of clothing and the comfort blanket you’ve had since you were a wee little toddler, setting it up on the bed to put your smell there against the mild, fresh scent of the detergent. You took your folded clothes and set them on one of the empty shelves... you wandered out, the enticing scent of aromatics bringing you closer to the kitchen. Bakugo had already caught you peeking out of your room, opting to not startle you as you decided to come closer and observe him, until you were right beside him and he glanced down at you.

“Do you have any type of food you like, or dislike?” Bakugo asked, and your nose scrunched up.

“Don’t like fish... or seafood... any type, blegh...” Bakugo couldn’t help but shake his head at the little disgusted face you pulled, but nodded, noting that he’d make you something else on the days he opted for a seafood dish. “Everything else okay, spicy is good...” Bakugo puffed up with pride at that last statement, happy he didn’t have to totally give up on his favorite flavor profiles.

“Spicy it is, you want to try some Mapo Tofu (*麻婆豆腐)?” Bakugo asked, arching a brow as he glanced back down at you.

“Never had, but smells good... sure!” You said, and Bakugo couldn’t help but melt over the way your fluffy tail wagged slowly behind you as you watched him chop, slice and stir everything.

“You want to help, hm?” Bakugo asked and you looked up at him with big eyes, wide with excitement.

You nodded excitedly, almost bouncing on the balls of your feet. “R-Really? Yes, please!” Bakugo reached back with a leg, almost effortlessly as he scooted a stool closer for you to stand on, handing you a long handled wooden spoon. “Stir this slowly, keep the sauce moving... we don’t want it to burn, okay?” You couldn’t hold back your excitement as you nodded again, your eyes laser-focused on the simmering sauce as you made a slow, circular stirring motion, watching each time a bit of the sauce stuck to the bottom and you had to scrape and stir some more. Bakugo admired the way you fearlessly went into doing something new... and if you enjoyed cooking this much, he would welcome you into his kitchen and show you everything.

Bakugo was cubing the tofu and watching over you as he felt a nervous, but happy energy bubbling in his stomach... he was happy with how easy you both fell into a little routine in the kitchen, finding common ground to get comfortable together with each other in a new situation. You helped Bakugo with the rest of the dish, him opting to do all the knifework, promising he would get you some practice knives that wouldn’t cut you for you to practice with him later. You both plated your food, and walked over to the living room, him on the couch as you opted to sit, kneeling in front of the coffee table as your nose sniffed at the delicious food, the aroma settling into you as you relaxed.

Bakugo clicked on the television, and glanced down at you, taking a tiny lick of the spicy sauce. “Have any favorite things you like to watch, Pup? A movie or a type of show?” He watched as you thought for a moment, before shrugging.

“I never watched movies or tv much... TetsuTetsu would drag me along to movie nights but I always fell asleep... uhm, the last movie we watched I remember looking nice, and wanted to finish it but I was too sleepy.”

“What movie, Pup?” Bakugo noticed the change in your demeanor, now a little reserved as you thought back to that memory.

“It was called A Whisker Away and although it’s about cats, it looked really nice – can we watch that?” You glanced up at him, afraid he’d laugh at you or say no.

“’Course we can, Pup, let’s put it on...” Bakugo just ignored your nerves, guessing that calling you out on them would only make you retreat inside yourself more... he couldn’t help but notice the way you relaxed when he said yes, taking a spoonful of your food and savoring the flavor in your mouth as you glanced up at the screen with bright, excited eyes. You had both quickly finished your food, you curling up near Bakugo’s feet with your knees brought up to your chest as he stayed on the couch, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were okay and before long he noticed you falling asleep... he wanted until you had been asleep for a solid ten minutes before he turned off the movie, and gently picked you up, bringing you to your room and tucking you in. He pulled the covers up toward your chest, and placed the blanket he found on top of the bedding, assuming it was something special to you, right up to your face where you could easily grab it if you needed it for comfort.

Bakugo left the door cracked just in case that made you feel too confined and went to his room, changing into his pajamas before snuggling into his own bed, feeling anxious, but equally happy that this day finally came, and the first few hours of it weren’t awkward or difficult.

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

You awoke while it was still dark in the apartment, still dark outside, as you panicked for a moment, forgetting where you were as you held your comfort blanket close to you... your comfort blanket? It was put right in front of your face, and now that you thought about it you don’t remember how you got into bed... you sat up, looking around before the sensation of needing the bathroom hit. You climbed out of bed and padded softly to the room next to yours, peeking inside to see Bakugo sleeping peacefully in the dim lighting from his glowing computer screensaver. You quietly backed away, opting for the next door that did turn out to be the bathroom. You used it, and finally after washing your hands stood in front of the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror, splashing water on your face as you looked up, realizing you didn’t put the ear cream on before bed... you actually found it sitting on the counter with your pills as well as a little direction paper written by the hybrid doctor from the facility. You took two tiny pea-sized amounts and rubbed them around the base of your ears, still wincing from the small amount of residual pain as your skin slowly healed itself, little peach fuzz fur popping back where the rubber bands had stripped the hair.

“You okay, Pup?” Bakugo’s deep, sleepy voice startled you and you dropped the tube of cream as you shrieked softly, looking up at him as he knocked softly and then peeked around the open door.

You just nodded, grabbing the dropped tube and putting the cap back on as you looked up at him, smiling sheepishly. “I forgot my ear cream before bed,” you said, and Bakugo just nodded, smiling down at you with half-open eyes.

“M’sorry I forgot to remind you myself, but you seemed to really need your sleep.” Bakugo answered, opening the door all the way. “You sleeping okay?” He asked.

You nodded, opting to leave the bathroom as he followed you back to your room. “I was worried when I woke up, I forgot where I was, but, I’m okay.” You said softly, and Bakugo just nodded, the placid look on his face not giving away the screaming cheers he was having on the inside of his mind.

“When we wake back up at a normal time, want to finish that movie of yours?” Bakugo asked and you jumped up in excitement.

“Yes, please! I fell asleep again...” You grumbled softly as you crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up nearly above your head.

“S’okay, Pup, we can keep re-watching it until we finish it... I’ll see you in a few, yeah?” Bakugo added softly, and you smiled sleepily, a slow nod to your head as you sunk back against the pillow. Bakugo couldn’t help the small sigh of happiness he let out as he watched you sink into comfort. He turned your light back off, leaving the door cracked as he went back into his room, falling asleep with a lighter heart after the interaction.

Upon waking Bakugo felt off... or something felt off as she went to stretch his tired, aching body when he suddenly made contact with something warm, and soft and fluffy? He froze for a moment before he opened his eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting as he looked down and saw you curled up in bed with him, an arm draped over him as you snuggled into his side with your cold little nose pressed into his skin below his armpit. Bakugo didn’t know what to do, between his anxiety and quick-beating heart at this development, and not wanting to startle you, or wake you up, or just move you from this absolutely heart-shattering cute position he found himself fawning over... Bakugo didn’t dare move, at the very least until he heard a soft little noise as you stirred beside him and soon he found himself looking into your eyes. “Heya, Pup...” Bakugo said softly, wanting to tread carefully here. “What’cha doing all snuggled up with me, hm? Was the new room to empty?”

You gave a soft yawn, stretching your limbs out, but keeping the one arm over him as you shook your head slowly. “No, you were crying in your sleep...” you said, a cautious tone to your voice as you continued. “I couldn’t wake you up, and petting you didn’t make it stop like TetsuTetsu used to do to me... but when I applied pressure you calmed down, so I did that for a while and I must’ve fallen asleep, m’sorry...” Bakugo froze... he didn’t realize he was still having nightmares like that, his neighbors hadn’t left any passive aggressive notes about the screaming in the middle of the night in over a month, but apparently he was loud enough to wake you. Bakugo was stunned to silence for a moment before he just smiled down at you, patting your head and gently ruffling your hair with a soft scritch behind your ears.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said softly, yawning and closing his eyes as he pulled you to his side, his arm caging you in. “I appreciate it, Pup, you did a good job protecting me, huh?”

The blush and small puff to your chest didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugo... he’s slowly learning you enjoy praise and being told something you did was the right thing to do... he’d have to make sure he said his praise out loud when you did something good to reinforce that for you. It didn’t take long again for you both to fall asleep side by side, snuggled up and each with your own little smile.

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When Bakugo woke up and you weren’t there, he didn’t immediately panic... but when he heard zero noises coming from anywhere in the apartment, he got worried. He quickly got up, making sure you just weren’t on another side of his bed. He walked softly across the hallway to peek into your room and found the bed made and you not in it... he didn’t find you in the kitchen or the living room and the moment almost crossed into panic attack territory, he was going to call Kirishima in .05 seconds when he saw a glint out on the balcony... the sun catching in the silky reflection off your fur in such a way it almost sparkled... you were stretched out on a lounge chair just sunbathing as he walked over, admiring you as he slowly opened the door.

“Mornin’ Pup,” he said, his voice deeper with sleep still. “Do you drink coffee, or tea? Want something?”

“Mmm...” Your little groan made his heartbeat skip a bit, cute as you stretched out your sun-warmed legs and looked up at him from where you rested your head on your arms. “Tea would be really nice...” Your voice was soft, shy, almost afraid to ask for anything but he just smiled and nodded, telling you to head in in five minutes and it should be done. When the time came Bakugo had just poured the hot water over the tea leaves, steeping them and handing the warmed cup off to you carefully. He walked with you slowly to the living room where you both sipped your hot tea, him opting to turn that movie back on for you, and enjoying the way you curled up at his feet... he worried you felt like you couldn’t sit on the couch, but the way you snuggled against his legs, and after he offered you a spot up there, you told him it was sometimes nice to just hunker down on the floor. He didn’t argue, and he enjoyed the way you leaned on him, sipping your tea with your eyes glued to the screen. Finally, as the credits rolled you looked back up at him, your head upside down. “Wow! It was so good!”

Bakugo nodded, having liked the film. “It was really cute, glad you chose that one.” You got a proud look on your face and leant back against him, still glancing up at him.

“What are we doing today?” You asked, a hint of excitement in your voice.

“Was thinking we could go shopping for you, feel up to that?” Bakugo asked, arching a brown down at you as a thoughtful look crossed your face.

“Ah, yes, but...” your words faded into a soft mumble.

“But what, Pup?” Bakugo pushed you a little.

“B...But I don’t feel like... I earned it, or d-deserve it...” You said quietly, looking down and away from him as your shoulders deflated.

Bakugo nudged you with his knee, making you look back up at him with how stern, but still kind, his voice was. “Hey,” he grumbled out. “You don’t have to earn anything like clothes, and things to make your space special... now if you ask for a $15,000.00 yen computer then we’re gonna have to talk about you doing some chores...” Bakugo mumbled, knowing damn well with all the money at his fingertips he would buy you anything you asked for without hesitation, damning the cost. “You are allowed to have things, especially if they’re offered as gifts... now we’re gonna go out with no limit, and you are going to choose things for your room that make you happy, got it?”

You took a moment to answer, a soft look on your face as you just nodded, finally relenting. “O-Okay, I...” you paused for a moment before continuing, looking back up at him. “Thank you, but...” Bakugo waited patiently for you to finish, giving you a reassuring look. “Can you make me a little list of chores anyway? It helps me feel like I’m at least earning something...”

“I can do that, Pup,” Bakugo said, nodding with a small smile as he gave you a pat on the head. “Now come on, let’s get going hm?” ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Bakugo watched with an amused look as you slowly made your way around the large department store, still occasionally looking back at him for his approval, which he always gave you, before you chose something and put it in the shopping cart, gently placing things upright and fitting them in like a game of Tetris as you kept your eyes scanning around... you had already shopped five full large bags of clothing, shoes, and toiletries that were in the trunk of the waiting hired car... now you both were wandering a department store for room accessories, and whatever else you’d want. Bakugo found it amusing you always chose a new soft plush toy, or a cute storybook each time you found a new one that caught your eye, and he wasn’t going to say no to you – hell, he had plenty of shelf space.

Bakugo noticed a pattern in what you desired most: soft, fluffy, comforting, neutral colors. Although there were a couple things you picked that leaned toward darker tones, and a couple things that were a baby blush pink... most of what you chose were more neutral earth tones. Bakugo couldn’t help but wonder if those tones naturally drew you in and calmed you down... he should bring up the idea of painting your room.

“Uhm,” your quiet little voice broke through his train of thought as he looked down at you, holding a slightly medium-sized box. “T-This is kind of expensive...”

“What’cha got there, Pup?” Bakugo asked, trying to look past the hands you had clasped around the box. You held the box up, and Bakugo noticed a $5,000.00 yen price tag... for a bubble machine. Bakugo arched a brow as he glanced back at you, your eyes looking big and hopeful as he thought he’d press the issue. “What’cha want with a bubble maker, Pup?”

“I like chasing them, and popping them... and I would only do it out on the balcony...” you said sweetly, pleading with your eyes as he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, noticing the way you started to deflate before he relented.

“In the cart, Pup,” he said with a sigh, and a smile down at you as your tail wagged quickly the moment you got to put the box in the cart. Bakugo couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact you felt comfortable enough to ask for a splurge item, and soon enough you guys finished up at the store, you slowed down with grabbing things after the bubble machine, but Bakugo made sure to grab anything you lingered on but decided against in the cart when you weren’t looking. He couldn’t wait to see your face when you unpacked everything and found things you thought you didn’t get.

Bakugo opted to have an assistant from the agency drop all the stuff off back at his apartment, while you and him walked around downtown looking for a place to grab something to eat.

“You choose, Pup,” Bakugo said, glancing down at you as you held tightly onto his hand, almost leaning into his side as you looked up and around at everything, and everyone, you passed. “Anywhere that smells or looks good to you?” He watched as you scanned the area around you, eyes lingering on a family-style restaurant (*ファミレス). “Wanna go there?” Bakugo asked and you nodded, your nose sniffing at the air as you tugged on his hand toward the place, and he followed you, allowing you the chance to feel confident enough to lead you both somewhere. When you entered you were greeted and told to sit anywhere you pleased, and soon Bakugo saw your floppy little ears perk up at a particular sound, a sound he was familiar with, too... with a quick scan of the restaurant, Bakugo noticed Kirishima and TetsuTetsu seated in a corner booth, and soon the redhead saw Bakugo and waved them both over.

“Wow, hey Bakugo!” Kirishima greeted, then smiling down at you. “Hey Puppy, you guys out to dinner, hm?” You nodded, still holding onto Bakugo’s hand tightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Kirishima as he gave Bakugo a mischievous smirk. TetsuTetsu was soon pulling you to the seat next to him, nearly pulling you into his lap as he waved a waiter over, getting you guys some drinks as well as starting an order of more food for everyone...you opting for some tempura vegetables, and a hamburger steak, and Gyūdon. Bakugo watched as TetsuTetsu kind of handled you roughly, but you had a soft smile on your face as you smiled up at him, letting him shove different pieces of food in your mouth as he talked on and on about what he and Kirishima did that day, with you distracted Kirishima took the moment to nudge Bakugo with a smirk.

“She seems to already be comfortable with you,” Kirishima smiled, an arch to his brow suggesting something else.

Bakugo scoffed, nudging the redhead back as he stole a piece of sushi off his plate. “Get that thought out of your head, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grumbled, a noticeable redness to the tip of his ears. “She’s been really good the last 24 hours, I’m really surprised... we even went shopping today.” Bakugo took another piece of sushi from Kirishima’s plate as the additional food and drink arrived, Bakugo watching you carefully as TetsuTetsu helped you by putting your food closer to where you sat... a small smile on his face as he watched you two together.

“What else?” Kirishima asked, noticing Bakugo avoiding something.

Bakugo scowled, his signature look on his face as his brows pulled together, taking a sip of the saké Kirishima poured for him. “I guess I’m still having nightmare, just not waking up the neighbors...” Bakugo grumbled, looking away as he drank down the liquid in a smooth gulp. “She came in and tried to do deep pressure therapy in my sleep... I guess it helped.”

“Wow,” Kirishima breathed, a kind smile on his face as he patted Bakugo’s back. “She’s doing a good job already, huh?” Bakugo just nodded, not wanting to drag on this particular conversation as he took another drink, enjoying the food with Kirishima while keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eye.

Soon enough two hours had passed with you all eating, and Bakugo and Kirishima drinking a little, although Kirishima had stopped an hour ago and stayed to mostly water since he’d be driving. He offered a ride to you both and you took it, he also paid for dinner despite Bakugo’s protests – your own cheeks heating up at the sight of how Kirishima shut Bakugo right up with a quick peck to his lips as he left the table and paid for everything... Bakugo left sitting there with a scowl and a deep red blush on his puffed cheeks.

“C’mon, Pup, let’s go home.” Bakugo said, standing and offering his hand to you as you took it, TetsuTetsu whining and snagging your other hand as you all walked to the front to meet Kirishima as he pulled the car around. Bakugo helped you get situated in the backseat as he sat up front with Kirishima, your eyes drifting to the way Kirishima’s hand kept on Bakugo’s thigh, before TetsuTetsu pulled you into a hug, snuggling you and rubbing his face all over yours while he babbled about how happy he was to see you, and how happy you seemed outside of the facility.

“’Shima, can we have a sleepover, huh?!” TetsuTetsu asked, looking up at his owner through the rearview mirror.

“That depends if Bakugo and Puppy want company, ‘Susu...” Kirishima replied, giving a squeeze to Bakugo’s thigh as the blonde sunk into his seek, mumbling out a, “Yeah, fine, whatever...” and looking out the window. TetsuTetsu cheered, saying how much fun you both would have watching movies, and decorating your new room. You just nodded along, snuggled into your friend’s side as you looked around the window, occasionally peeking over at Bakugo.

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Upon arriving back at your and Bakugo’s apartment, TetsuTetsu ran with you to your room, dragging you behind him as he gripped your wrist tightly... more excited to unpack your stuff than you seemed. Kirishima couldn’t hold back the soft laugh as his hybrid dragged you along, his energy never ceasing to surprise him... and soon Kirishima hooked an arm around Bakugo’s waist, pulling the blonde back to him as he kissed the nape of his neck. “You were a little bratty at dinner tonight, Katsuki...” Kirishima almost purred in his ear, the blonde melting into his arms as he sighed.

“M’sorry, was a long day...” Bakugo mumbled, despite having a wonderful day with you it was long, even longer after his fitful sleep, despite your help the second half of the night.

“You gonna make it up to me?” Kirishima asked, turning Bakugo in his arms to pull him to his body, the already hardening bulge in his pants pressing against Bakugo’s own semi-hard cock. “Gonna be good and show me how sorry you are?”

Bakugo looked toward your room, and then back up at Kirishima. “Gotta be quiet though, Red.”

Kirishima smirked down at him, pulling Bakugo’s bottom lip between his sharp teeth as he pulled gently, before releasing the flesh and kissing his lips softly. “Being quiet is up to you, you’re the one who makes such pretty noises for me...”

“Shut it, Red,” Bakugo growled out, opting to head to your room where they both witnessed a large mess of bags, torn containers, and items strewn about. “Hey Pup, you gonna be okay if we go to bed?”

You nodded, smiling as TetsuTetsu began organizing your books on your shelf. “Yeah, are we being too loud?” Bakugo shook his head, smiling at your care.

“Nah, you go ahead and put everything how you want it, just bag up all the trash you have, yeah?”

“Okay!” You replied, your tail wagging happily behind you as you turned back to unpacking the things in the third large bag you guys have ripped open. Bakugo smiled at the sight, happy to see you so comfortable, and happy that you were at ease with a friend nearby to keep you company.

Kirishima was pulling Bakugo back across the hallway, quietly shutting your door as he hooked his arm around the blonde’s waist, shutting his door behind them as he turned the blonde to face him grabbing his face in between his fingers, causing Bakugo’s cheeks and lips to squish as Kirishima looked down at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips as Bakugo hummed softly, before Kirishima smirked down at him. “Strip,” he said simply, moving to go and stand in front of Bakugo’s bed, taking off his own clothing... standing nude in the room as his well-defined muscles rippled across his body, his large cock semi-erect as he took a seat on Bakugo’s bed, Bakugo, who was slowly stripping and was just down to his black boxer briefs when Kirishima bent a finger at him, beckoning him closer. “Why don’t you kneel for me, Katsu?” Kirishima said, smiling as the blonde fell to his knees with a soft thud in front of him, Bakugo resting his cheek on Kirishima’s thigh as he looked up at him, the tension slowly melting off him as someone else took control, and all he had to do was focus on each task he was given. “You did have a hard day, huh? I’m sorry, Katsu...” Kirishima said, stroking the blonde’s cheek as he pushed his thumb into his mouth, feeling Bakugo’s tongue swirl and suck around the invading digit.

“Yesh...” Bakugo mumbled around Kirishima’s thumb, a pout on his face as his eyebrows knitted together, a scowl still on his face before Kirishima pressed down on his tongue, causing him to gag softly.

“Gonna continue to have that bratty attitude of yours, or are you going to be good?” Kirishima asked, an edge to his voice unlike his normal jovial tone.

“G-Good...” Bakugo mumbled out around his thumb, still sucking on the large digit as Kirishima placed his free hand on the back of Bakugo’s head.

“Then be a good boy for me, and apologize, yeah?” Kirishima asked softly, though his tone held no room for argument... Bakugo just nodded, leaning forward to kiss the angry red tip of Kirishima’s large cock, the precum smearing on Bakugo’s pale pink lips as he did so until he opened his mouth and sucked in the tip, Kirishima sucking in a sharp breath as the blonde took more and more of his length into his mouth. “F-Fuck... ah-hah... you must be really sorry, huh Katsu? Or you had such an overwhelming day you just want to let go, is that it?” Kirishima said softly, petting the blonde’s hair as he smiled down at him with a toothy grin.

Bakugo hummed, but suddenly his practiced movement stopped, Kirishima looking down at him as he saw tears welled up in Bakugo's eyes... saw the fat streaks of salty wetness rolling down his cheeks, his eyes far away and unfocused. Kirishima carefully pulls him off the half of his cock Bakugo had started sucking while Kirishima decided to put a stop to this.

“Red,” Kirishima said with a stern, commanding tone, pulling Bakugo up from the floor and onto the bed with him. Bakugo was still unresponsive, and Kirishima pulled him into his lap... Kirishima, who was probably one of the only men on Earth who could dwarf Bakugo and make him feel small. Kirishima hummed and cooed sweet things into Bakugo’s ears as he slowly coaxed the blonde out of wherever he was stuck mentally. When Kirishima felt Bakugo’s fingers twitch, hand going back to his half-hard cock Kirishima grabbed his wrist and forced Bakugo to look at him.

“Red,” Kirishima said again more sternly. “Scene over, no sex. I’m calling it.” He said with a tone he knew Bakugo wouldn’t argue with, but the stern response made Bakugo flinch, more tears running down his face as Kirishima held him, thumbing away the wetness at his cheeks and kissing his lips softly. “Come back to be, Katsuki,” Kirishima whispered softly, petting Bakugo’s hair and peppering little soft kisses all over from his shoulder, neck, to everywhere on his face and the top of his head.

“M’sorry,” Bakugo finally said, leaning into Kirishima’s side as the redhead pulled him tightly to him, keeping an arm anchored around Bakugo’s body. “M’sorry I’m not like I used to be...” a soft sob shook his body as more tears slipped down his face and Kirishima shushed him, pulling him in tighter.

“I’m not the same, either, Katsuki,” Kirishima said, tucking the blonde beneath his chin as he rested his head above. “We’ve both been through some hard shit, and your trauma is more recent... it’s okay to not be okay, and it’s okay to not be the same, even after you’re done healing...” Kirishima kissed the top of his head. “And you’re not done healing, Katsu... and you don’t have to force yourself to be okay around me, or feel like you need to do all the things we used to do, okay? Not if you don’t want to...”

“I want to,” Bakugo said quickly, a soft blush on his honeyed cheeks. “I just... I don’t always feel okay, and even on a day like today where everything went well... I was happy... w-why do I still feel so bad?” Bakugo growled out, his fists clenching as he ground his teeth together harshly. Kirishima just answered by keeping Bakugo anchored to his own body, holding him tightly in a near-bearhug as he kept Bakugo’s ear against his heart, hoping the steady thumping will calm him down as well.

“You feel bad, even after a good day, because you’re still healing, idiot,” Kirishima admonished Bakugo softly. “Because even though your first day together was a success this is still new, scary territory for you and you’re still frustrated being put on leave and navigating new obstacles you never had to deal with before...” Bakugo’s body started shaking, Kirishima noting quiet sobs wracking his body as he held onto his friend, his lover, tightly to his body. “You’re not used to being dependent on others for anything, Katsuki... and now you’re dependent on Doctors to find solutions to heal the damage done to your body, you’re dependent on the technical abilities of the Hero Support Staff to come up with solutions to protect you and aide you moving forward with any deficits you may have... and now you’re navigating a new relationship with someone who shares in trauma with you and you’re trying to be a good caretaker... that is a lot for anyone to deal with. It’s expected that you’re not dealing with everything perfectly, Katsu...” Kirishima finished and Bakugo clung to him, sobbing softly in silence until the sobs turned to hiccups turned to quiet, gasping little breaths to re-regulate himself.

“T-Thank you, Eji...” Bakugo finally mumbled after minutes of dead silence.

“S’what I’m here for, yeah? I promised you forever, and I meant it.” He said softly, kissing the top of Bakugo’s head.

“Dumb Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grumbled, a blush on the tip of his ears visible. “Can’t just go around saying those kinds of cheesy things.”

Kirishima grinned, wide and mischievous as he began to tickle at all of Bakugo’s known ticklish spots. “Oh yeah, Blasty Boy? Who’s gonna stop me from saying all those things? You?” Bakugo was trying to hold back his laughter, fighting Kirishima off between fits of deep, baritone giggles and gasping for air as his sensitive spots were attacked ruthlessly. Finally, within another minute, Kirishima relented his assault, leaning down to kiss the smiling blonde in his lap on the forehead. “Wanna just cuddle and go to sleep?” He asked, tracing soft patterns across the sharp lines of Bakugo’s angular face.

“Let me go check on them real quick,” Bakugo muttered, really wanting to check in with you and see if you were doing okay still. “They’ve been suspiciously quiet for too long.”

Bakugo got up, pulling on a pair of sweatpants in lieu of just the boxer briefs he wore. He opened the door to a silent apartment, and walked softly across the hall before opening the door. His breath was taken away at the sweet sight... your room was set up with all the stuff you bought today, decorated in a way that almost mimicked a garden with hanging flowers and greenery, and soft silken canopies of fabric strung around with fairy lights... which were all that lit up the room, twinkling above yours and TetsuTetsu’s sleeping forms, you both cuddled together on top of your bedding. Bakugo grabbed an extra blanket from the hallway, draping it over the both of you and patting your head softly, a touch that you lent into even in your sleep with a soft hum. “Night, Pup...” Bakugo said whisper-soft as he smiled down at you.

Bakugo left the fairy lights on, turning off the overhead light to leave you both sleeping in the dim, twinkling lights as he closed the door... walking back across the hall with a content smile and finding Kirishima settled into his bed waiting for him.

“They good?” He asked, looking at the smile on Bakugo’s face.

“Yeah, they cleaned up and everything... they’re sleeping now.” Bakugo said, climbing into the bed where Kirishima held up the covers, snuggling beneath a strong arm as he rests his head on his chest. Kirishima pulled him close and kissed the top of his head again before whispering a soft ‘Good night, Katsu’. Bakugo fell asleep in a warm comfort he missed having, feeling more content than he had in a while.

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kingkatsuki · 2 years ago

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— when you play secret santa

Masterlist.

Warnings: kinda angsty, not proofread.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.5k.

There are a multitude of things Bakugou Katsuki hates about the festive period. The freezing temperatures that make it difficult to use his quirk and leave him shivering on patrols, the fake hallmark bullshit that corporations try to sell during the holidays (he deliberately refuses any Yuletide collaborations for this exact reason), the way people seem to only care now it’s Christmas, the crowds and one of the worst things…

Forced fun.

Every year the Dynamight agency arrange a secret Santa, and every year Bakugou refuses to participate. Just another bullshit, meaningless waste of time during the festive period, and he never has any idea what to get anyone anyway.

But this year is different, because this year you worked at his agency. Bakugou groans as he looks down at the piece of paper with a name scribbled on it, his secret santa.

When you asked him one evening as you were leaving if he was going to participate in the secret santa event, he was going to reply with a scoff. Wondering why on earth you were asking him such a ridiculous question, what would give you the idea that Dynamight would want to do secret santa? But it was the adorable, hopeful look in your eyes that had his throat going dry and his heart palpitating as he stopped dead in his tracks. The words leaving his lips before he could even stop it— yeah, I am.

Bakugou hated the way your cheeks seemed to glow at his response, how happy you looked that this year he would be participating.

And that’s why he now found himself with a piece of paper in his hands with a name that wasn’t yours.

He didn’t even know who the fuck it was! Apparently after searching his employee database it was a lady in admin. Now stuck with trying to find a workplace regulation gift in between the long holiday shifts, maybe he’d get one of his sidekicks to get a gift for her instead.

How foolish he’d been to think that he’d get your name, that after all the shit he’d been through in his life that fate would grant him a free pass this once and give him the gift of you. But as always, the odds were against him. Crumpling up the piece of paper with a groan as he threw it onto his desk, tugging his glasses off to rub the balls of his hands into his eyes.

But perhaps he could swap with someone…

Finding out who had you was proving near impossible, it had been easy to get his sidekicks to announce to him who they had for the secret Santa, but everyone else in the agency was proving to be rather tight lipped. Whether it was the fear of their boss, or the fact that one of them may have him, he’d near but given up hope of swapping to get you.

“It’s supposed to be a secret, Bro.” Kirishima shook his head as he tucked into his bento box, a mouthful of rice slurring his words.

“I don’t give a shit, who ya got?” Bakugou pointed his chopsticks holding a piece of Gyoza towards Kirishima before shoving it into his mouth.

“I can’t tell you! It’ll ruin the whole thing,” Kirishima shook his head, “What if I’ve got you?”

“You ain’t got me.” Bakugou knew who had him already, it was a poor man from the cyber security department who seemed terrified when he’d revealed the big secret to the man himself.

“How do you know?” Kirishima sat back in his seat, “Man, this is why you never participate isn’t it? You don’t like fun.”

“I like fun,” Bakugou scrunched his nose in mock offence, “I hate surprises.” He mumbled, and truth be told, he hated not having you more.

“Well, I’ve already bought my gift so I can’t switch.” Kirishima grinned and Bakugou raised a surprised eyebrow.

For how generous and altruistic Kirishima was, he wasn’t usually this prepared. Often ignoring deadlines and leaving things until the last minute which would often result in him racing around like a headless chicken.

“Why don’t you just get her a gift anyway, man? I’m sure she’d appreciate it.”

“I can’t do that.” He shot back, glaring across the table.

There was no way he could get you a gift out of the blue, even if it was for Christmas. Being the only person in the agency outside of the secret santa that he’d purchased a gift for would make it completely obvious that he’s in love with you, and the thought of your rejection made him blanch.

“Yeah, you can.” Kirishima continued, “You were gonna get her something if she was your secret santa anyway, so what’s the difference?”

It was a huge difference, it would mean the gift he’d give you separately was far more personal… Even if he would’ve gifted you the exact same thing.

“Doesn’t matter.” Bakugou grumbled.

“Just wait it out man, and think positive. She might have you!” Kirishima smiled as he took a long sip of his protein shake.

The thought of you holding a piece of paper with his name on it had Bakugou feeling all giddy inside, trying to stop the ridiculous smile from tugging on the side of his lips as he pictured you going out to shop for a gift for him. Wrapping it and writing his name on it to gift it to him on Christmas Eve.

It was the only thought keeping him sane the closer it got to the day, finally acquiring his gift late after one patrol as he bought an obnoxiously Christmassy gift bag to place it inside as he brought it back to his agency. Scribbling the recipient onto the tag as he left it with the other gifts sitting beneath the outlandish tree. Bakugou wanted to look for your name in the huge pile, wondering if he could find out who actually had you or what the gift was but instead he made his way to the locker rooms. Tired bones aching from his arduous patrol as he made his way to shower before the annual Dynamight agency Christmas party, refusing to wear a Christmas jumper as he opted for a plain cable knit burnt orange sweater instead.

Turning up to the party late meant that most people had already opened their gifts, the loud bustle hitting him as he weaved through the crowds. Reaching out to grab a flute of champagne as he took a healthy sip as he gave polite nods to his staff that wished him a “Merry Christmas” as he walked through, not wanting to make it obvious that he was looking for you.

Giving up as he spotted the familiar red mop of his best friends hair hidden beneath a bright red Santa hat as he made a beeline towards him. Bakugou’s heart instantly sped up when he noticed who was standing beside him.

His heart fluttered at the sight of you, a gorgeous smile on your face as you seemed to hang on Kirishima’s every word. Handing him the glass you were holding as he handed you a gift in return. Was Kirishima your secret Santa all along?

The familiar ache returned to his chest at the sight, something he’d never experienced until he met you. His adam’s apple bobbing as he watched you slowly begin to tear open the messily wrapped present. He could make out the garish paper from across the room as Kirishima leaned in to gage your reaction, a huge grin on his face.

Bakugou couldn’t even be mad that Kiri got you as a secret Santa and didn’t tell him because the way your face lights up at whatever Kiri got you makes his heart palpitate. You’re so beautiful.

But he can’t avoid the hurt that aches in his chest or the way he feels his throat tighten as he watches how happy another man has made you, wishing it was him that made you look that happy instead.

Lifting his glass up to his lips he downs the rest of his champagne before placing the glass back onto the table, ignoring the lone present sitting beneath the large Dynamight tree addressed to him as he makes his way out of the room, his head down to avoid catching anyone’s gaze as he leaves.

Maybe he should’ve got you a present after all.

But if Bakugou had stuck around the office party, he would’ve seen what Kirishima gifted to you as your secret Santa, and the real reason why you were smiling. The horribly wrapped gift was actually a framed photograph of you and Bakugou at a press interview for Dynamight’s agency. Your eyes gazing up at him in adoration as you both smiled softly at something the other had said while you both acted like you were the only two in the world.

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