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Spyper: I am the most responsible member on this team.

Gentlespy: You set the kitchen on fire last week.

Spyper: Yes, and I took full responsibility for it!

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

When something is off within a pack, all of the members feel it. When something is off between two alphas in a pack, well, then everything gets just a little bit messier, especially in a nontraditional pack like your own. Making up with Chan is important-he's your head alpha after all and you did promise Jisung-but you can't quite seem to find the time to do it. That is, until things just can't be ignored anymore. Because let's face it, unresolved tensions can only go on so long before someone explodes-and where alphas are involved, there's bound to be fire.

I may just have Head Alpha Chan brain rot ever since the Seoul Endingments okay? I can't help it. Everything about that man and those words ooze protective alpha mode and I'm here for it. All of it.

The lead in for this drabble can be found in "Special"-here.

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, SKZ Drabble, OT8, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader, ABO, SKZ!ABO, SKZ!pack, alpha beta omega dynamics, skz fluff, skz angst, skz smut, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Lee Minho, Han Jisung, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin, Yang Jeongin

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Light smut

Title: Stupid Dumb Alpha

You know the saying it always gets worse before it gets better? 

Well, change worse to ignored and better to disastrous and the quote just might fit. 

You don’t mean to avoid Chan after the ‘incident’, you really don’t, but things get busy-with work, with school, with life-and you find yourself on opposite schedules, barely seeing each other in passing, if at all. 

He’s always at the studio, working on music for upcoming deadlines, and you’re always at the library, struggling to right failing classes. He’s scarfing down cold dinner from the night before at 5 AM, talking to Minho in low tones, just as you’re leaving for a twelve hour shift at work. You’re agreeing to watch a movie with a whining Felix at 11 PM, dead on your feet, when he passes by the living room, gulping down an energy drink, out the door to god knows where. 

So no. You don’t purposefully avoid Chan. But life has a funny way of getting in the way of things that need to be said. 

And now you’re lying in the omegas’ bed, not really watching whatever movie Hyunjin has selected, staring up at the ceiling, and it has been two weeks since you or Chan said a single word to each other, let alone occupied the same room. 

It’s not bothering you. It’s not. 

But there’s a slight itch starting under your skin, and you can’t quite scratch it, and it’s not about Chan, or the ‘movie night argument’ as the omegas and betas have dubbed it, it’s not. 

But you find yourself blurting out anyway, startling the relaxed omega curled into your side- “Hyunjin, close your eyes and answer a hypothetical question for me.” 

Hyunjin sighs good naturedly and rolls onto his back, so you’re both lying side by side, staring at the ceiling, arms just brushing. 

“Okay. I’m closing my eyes.” 

You close your own, reveling in the way the darkness of the inside of your eyelids seems to help the headache that is always constantly throbbing behind your temples these days, and then you breathe out, nice and slow, before saying softly, “Say, hypothetically, that you got into an argument with someone-” Hyunjin is pushing himself up on his elbow before you have the chance to finish, staring down at you with openly exasperated amusement in his dark eyes. 

“Is this about Chan-hyung?” 

You glare at him and shove him back down. 

“Shut up. No. It’s hypothetical. Now lay back down and close your eyes.”

Hyunjin lets out a sort of chuckle beneath his breath, but does as he’s told. 

You take your place beside him once more and force yourself to relax into the mattress again before continuing. 

“Now. As I was saying, hypothetically, if you fought with someone, how would you go about making up?” 

“Okay, well, hypothetically-” Hyunjin teases, rolling his head to crack open an eye and look at you as you stick your tongue out at him, grinning now. “-I would talk to said person. Try to see our differences. And come to an understanding.” 

“Ugh.” You flop back on the bed, dejected, and your wolf is annoyed with his logical answer, as you whine out pitifully, “God, I hate that you’re right. Isn’t there anything easier I can do?” 

Hyunjin’s scent sweetens the air-glazing the breath you take in next with honey and lemon-and then he leans over you, removing your hand from your face, brow cocked. 

You know what he’s trying to do, and you hate it, but you can also feel your body relaxing of its own accord in the face of his cloying sweet smell. 

“I mean, I could lie and tell you that hate sex cures all if that’s what you want.” 

You groan and roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth is quirking unbidden in response to his sudden laughter. 

“I mean, it works for you and Jisung right?” 

Hyunjin grins even larger now and settles back down beside you, snuggling up against you once more.

 The air smells like freshly glazed lemon loaf and it’s comforting and relaxing, and you feel your body growing heavy, the weight and heat of Hyunjin pressed to your side a natural relaxant of the best kind. . 

“Yeah, well, Jisung is also a dumbass-one that I love immensely-but still a dumbass, and I hate to break it to you, noona, but hyung is gonna be way harder to win over. It’s gonna take a lot more than hate sex to soothe his bruised alpha ego.” 

You sigh and press your nose into Hyunjin’s soft, blonde hair, smelling so much like the citrus shampoo he always uses. 

“I know. And I hate that you’re right.” 

*****

The next time you see Chan, you’re helping Jeongin with an essay, sitting at the kitchen table, listening to the youngest complain that he’s never going to finish on time. 

“Noona, I can’t.” Jeongin whines for what feels like the hundredth time that hour, and you take in a long, calming breath, before pushing the laptop back toward the despairing omega. 

“C’mon Innie. You’re almost done. Just finish it. You can do it.” 

Jeongin lets out a groan that would rival that of Jisung’s on laundry day, and begins to aimlessly type away at the keys once more. 

God, you wish you had some caffeine right about now. 

And then the damp smell of petrichor is filling your nostrils, and Chan is walking into the kitchen, swinging his keys between his fingers, calling back over his shoulder, “Yeah, I’ll pick it up on the way back from the studio-no, I won’t stay as late tonight, I promise-”

Your wolf’s hackles are immediately up, and your fingers are clenching around the pen you have been aimlessly tapping against the table, and though you tell yourself that’s no way to act around Chan of all people, you can’t help yourself. 

Your scent is souring, and Jeongin looks up from his essay just as Chan catches sight of the two of you, stopping dead in his tracks, face instantly smoothing into something unreadably blank. 

It smells like a thundercloud is hovering, threatening, over the three of you. 

After a moment of silence, Chan simply says, “Hey.” It’s generic, but it’s a greeting, which is more than either of you have attempted over the last two weeks. 

You glance down at the pen and suddenly watch with interest the way the cap bounces between your fingers. 

“Hey.” 

You see the way his sneakers hesitate, as if he’s considering staying, saying something more, but then there is a sigh and you watch as his converse stride across the tile and out of sight, and then the sound of the door closing softly follows, and the jingling of keys disappears. 

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and Jeongin seems to physically wilt beside you. 

“Damn.” He breathes out, and you glance over at him, noting the way you can see his wolf whimpering behind the black of his irises. 

“Yeah.” You reply back, not really sure what else to say, because in the moment, there’s nothing else to say. 

****

Changbin corners you in the bathroom several days later-several days of brushed, hurried meetings, disconnected, flickering glances, alternating, avoiding schedules-appearing in the doorway as you brush your teeth, reflected in the mirror as he leans against the doorframe. 

You spit out the mouthful of toothpaste, and glance at his unwavering stare in the reflection, instantly defensive. 

“What?” 

He shrugs, expression easy, and the scent of campfire fills the small bathroom, almost stifling. 

“Nothing. I’ve just noticed you’ve been a little tense lately.” 

You roll your eyes and rinse your toothbrush before practically tossing it back into your drawer with a little more force than necessary, and you can’t keep the scathing out of your tone as you answer back with a snap, “Yeah, no shit sherlock.” 

Changbin appears entirely unruffled in the face of your angry wolf, and it’s always something you’ve envied about him, the ability to keep cool no matter the circumstances. 

He takes a step toward you, and you turn to face him, leaning back against the counter, watching him warily as he gives you another easy shrug. 

“Listen, just consider this as me offering you some stress relief, if you want it.” 

You scoff and cross your arms over your chest, breathing through your mouth now, because the smell of you and him-mixing in the small bathroom-is almost too heady to handle. 

“What, are you gonna take me to the gym?” 

Changbin smirks-slow and easy-and his eyebrow cocks as he holds your gaze, staring you down, something shifting in the dark of his eyes as he regards you. 

“I mean, I guess you could consider it a sort of workout.” 

Your wolf pricks its ears in interest, and you do your best to keep your expression level, though you can tell he notices the way your scent fluctuates in response to his words, if the widening of his smirk is anything to go by. 

He takes another step toward you, and your wolf is pacing impatiently now. 

You raise your own brow in response and quip dryly, “You think a dicking down is really going to help my stress that much?” 

It’s not so much a question as a challenge. 

Changbin shrugs once again in response, watching you with slight amusement now. “I mean, a good dicking down has never hurt my mental health.” 

You consider his words for a moment, and you hate to admit, but the thought of physically working out some of the emotional tension from your body does sound good, and Changbin is offering-

You meet the other alpha’s gaze and raise a brow. 

“I get to top.” 

Chanbin inclines his head to you, and the easy smirk is back in place, a flash of something primal appearing in the swirling gold of his irises as he takes another step toward you, closing the distance, caging you back against the cool marble of the bathroom countertop with his arms. 

Large, beefy, muscular arms that you suddenly very much want to sink your teeth into. 

His gaze flickers down to your lips, parted as you swallow, and your wolf is suddenly begging you to use him, use your mate and relieve the stress, if just for a moment. 

You swallow and force yourself to speak. 

“I’m telling you now, I’m not going to be gentle.” 

I can’t. There’s too much pent up aggression and anger and heartbreak-

Changbin puts a single finger beneath your chin and raises your gaze to his, and your eyes follow the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, revealing a flash of white canines that has your stomach clenching with sudden need. 

When he speaks, his voice is a low growl in the back of his throat. 

“I didn’t ask you to be, baby girl.” 

It’s all the permission you need, and without thinking, because thinking has done nothing but give you a headache up until this point, you crash your lips into his. 

It’s messy and sloppy-clacking teeth and tangling tongues-and it’s easy to let your arms slide around Changbin’s neck when his hands go beneath your thighs, lifting you up and carrying you from the bathroom to the bedroom, mouth never leaving your own. 

It’s always been easy with Changbin. 

He’s solid and level headed in all the ways where you’re unsteady and quick to anger, his thick, hazy scent of burning campfires on a long summer night a direct contrast to the icy, jarring perfume of pines covered in frost following a winter storm that makes up your own

So when Changbin drops you onto the bed and straddles you, fingers tangling into your hair, teeth slipping down the line of your jaw to nip wetly at your neck, you don’t have to think because with Changbin, everything is easy.

You’re panting now, and when his nipping sinks into something deeper, teeth burying in the sensitive skin that stretches over the scar of your mating mark, you let out a low whine from between the part of your lips, your wolf begging for more. 

Changbin pulls back instantly, pupils large and dark, mouth still slick and plump with your saliva, and you want to crash your mouth into his once more, but before you can, he’s asking breathlessly, “Too rough?” 

You shake your head, fingers already creeping beneath the material of his shirt, tracing the lines of his abs. 

“No. Rough is good.” 

Satisfied, he leans back in and slots his mouth with yours, licking into your mouth, tongue hot and wet and dextrous as it slides over the ridges of your teeth. 

You let him drag his mouth away from yours after another few moments, following the line of your jaw, nosing at your scent glands, before he sucks open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. 

It’s not enough. It’s never enough. 

“Bin.” 

He flicks his gaze up to you, tongue tracing the lines of your collarbone, a fiery brand on your skin, and quirks an eyebrow in silent question. 

You reach up and take his chin in your fingers, holding him in place so he can’t look away.

“I want you to mark me.” 

Changbin hesitates briefly, you see it in the way his gaze flickers momentarily, and then he’s pulling back from you, chin still in your hand, lips parted with uncertainty as he stares down at you. 

God, you want him so badly it aches. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, and his voice is quiet, a low hum in the back of his throat, as if he’s considering everything you’re asking. 

You nod. “Yes.” 

Changbin looks torn, and you’re tired of waiting. 

You reach out without hesitation and your fingers close around the shape of him through his sweatpants. 

The air hazes over with the tang of smoke. 

“God.” Changbin moans beneath his breath as you palm him, hands going on either side of your head, face sinking into your neck, exhale suddenly hot as it shudders across your scent gland. 

You curl and relax your fingers and Changbin is swearing, low and hoarse in the back of his throat, teeth grazing across your throat unwittingly. 

“Shit.” 

You angle your head so that you can press kisses along his jaw, and when your nose brushes across his neck, across the scent gland there, his body trembles, all flush and pressed against you. 

You want. 

“Changbin.”

The other alpha groans and with effort, he pulls back just enough to meet your pointed gaze, staring down at you with a half lidded stare, lips swollen and red and parted as he tries to catch his breath. 

It’s a pretty sight, and it does nothing to help the mounting need between your thighs. 

“Don’t do that.” 

“Do what?” You ask innocently, giving him a sweet smile, and he has his wits about him enough to muster up a halfhearted eye roll at your act. 

“Use your alpha voice on me. It won’t work, you know.” 

“Won’t it?” You question, voice saccharine, before you let your fingers close around him once more, his hips bucking up into your hand as he sucks his bottom lip in between his teeth to stifle the groan that slips past his lips at the action. “What about my ‘helpless female mate’ voice then?” 

You raise your voice into a high pitched whine, almost a keen, and as it leaves your throat, you don’t miss the way Changbin’s pupils blow at the sudden shift.  

“‘Oh please, alpha, please mark me. Alpha please. I’ll be such a good little girl for Alpha. Please alpha.” 

A low growl spills from between Changbin’s clenched teeth, and he’s pinning your hands down on either side of your head in a flash, looming over you, golden irises swirling dangerously. 

“What happened to wanting to top?” 

You smirk up at him, the smell of sweet wisteria twisting with the smoky haze in the air, an intoxicating cocktail that has your wolf begging, baring its throat for Changbin, regardless of the big game you had spoken earlier. 

“Mm.” You hum out a sound of pondering in your throat, admiring the way Changbin is tense with impatience as you play with him just a bit longer. “I’ll get to that. But right now.” 

You lean up, pressing against his hold, and bring your lips to his ear, mouth brushing across the sensitive skin there, relishing in the way he shudders slightly as you breath washes across his scent gland. 

“I’d really, really like to be marked as yours.” 

Changbin takes in a breath, and you know, can see by the way his nostrils flare, that he can smell your arousal, your willingness. 

Finally, he lets out a sigh and leans forward, and when he speaks, the plush skin of his lips brushes across your throat with every word. 

“Channie’s gonna be pissed.” 

You shrug and tangle your fingers into his hair, keeping him locked against you, nose brushing your throat.

 “He’s already pissed with me anyway. What’s another reason?” 

Changbin chuckles, the sound low and dark and dangerous, and presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat. 

“You’re a brave one, baby girl, I’ll give you that.” 

You grin and tug him up to kiss you once more-hot and messy and urgent-and take the opportunity to murmur into his mouth, “I think I’d use the word ‘stupid’ but regardless of what I am, I do know I want you, baby.” 

Changbin swallows your words, swallows your moans, as he sucks vibrant purple and red love marks up and down your throat, taking his time to lathe over each darkening bruise with his tongue, soothing the slight sting, before moving onto unmarked skin. 

He swallows up your pleas and later, he swallows your commands, letting you relieve the pent up emotions you’ve held in for weeks, mapping his body with your fingers, committing to memory the way he feels, the way he looks so pretty flushed and panting and willing for you. 

Much later, he swallows a sigh, as you collapse beside him on the bed, both of you sweaty and breathing hard, seeing stars, still coming down from the high. 

Your thighs stick together where they touch-sticky and hot-but you can’t seem to care, because the marks Changbin has littered across your throat are beginning to throb pleasantly, and his fingers within your own fill the spaces that have been aching, empty, for the past two weeks. 

Nothing is said, but the room is filled with the heady, comforting smell of a warm campfire on a frosty, winter morning, and maybe, just maybe, things really are starting to finally get better. 

*****

Things do not get better. 

In fact, they get a whole lot worse. 

Because the next morning, Chan catches sight of the purply green marks adorning the skin of your throat, and he’s suddenly paying more attention to you than he has in the last two weeks. 

So much so, in fact, that before you can think to react, he’s dragging you up from your chair and out of the kitchen, leaving your half eaten bowl of cereal, and a few wide eyed stares, behind. 

Your wolf is instantly snarling at being manhandled, and you manage to wrench your arm from his strong grip before he can so much as get you to the stairs. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

“What am I doing?” Chan whirls on you, fire lit up in the recesses of his eyes, lips pulled down into a thin, angry line. “What am I doing?” 

You can feel it-the white hot anger starting to bubble-but you press it back down, staring him down coldly in the face of his sudden anger. 

“Yes, that’s what I asked.” 

Chan has never looked this furious before, never, and your wolf is suddenly cowed in the face of the head alpha, but you hold your ground as he steps toward you, voice suddenly low and threatening. 

“I’m not the one who needs to be answering that question.” 

You feel your hackles raise and you’re bristling at his demeaning tone. 

The scent of incoming rain is suffocating. 

“Oh, but I really think you are, alpha.” 

Chan snarls. “Don’t.” 

“No.” You stare him down, lifting your chin, and the smell of frost is suddenly icing over the rain. “No, I will, Chan, because this is bullshit, and you know it.” 

Chan’s pupils are so dark now they could swallow you whole, and his chest visibly rises and falls with a long breath before he steps back from you, physically forcing himself to retreat. 

“I’m not doing this. You’re trying to get a rise out of me and it’s obviously working-” 

“I’m trying to get a rise out of you?” You scoff in disbelief, and his gaze darkens. “Yeah, okay, I’m trying to get a rise out of you, Chan, like I'm the one that’s been avoiding you for the last two weeks.” 

“I haven’t been avoiding anything.” Chan replies, suddenly eerily calm, and you feel like you’re going crazy. 

“Okay.” You quip back, rolling your eyes, teeth bared, wolf snarling. “Because it’s normal for us to barely see each other, let alone not say a single word to one another.” 

You catch a whiff of amber beneath the roiling storm clouds, and Minho is suddenly appearing at your side, heavy hand going down on your shoulder, eyes cold and stern. 

“You’re upsetting the omegas. If you’re going to act like children, could you at least please take your shit elsewhere?” 

Chan’s eyes flick to the other alpha’s stern gaze, and then he’s heaving a sigh, stepping back again, already headed for the door. 

“We’re done here anyway.” 

You rip yourself from Minho’s grasp and stalk after the disappearing alpha, catching up to him as he crosses the front lawn, hands angry fists at your sides. 

“We’re not done here!” 

Chan doesn’t look back at you, his face expressionless as he gets his keys out to unlock his car. 

You know, if you let him leave, it’s over. 

He’ll hole up in the studio and things will go back to the way they were-avoidance and quiet and altogether wrong-and you can’t live like that anymore. You can’t. 

“Chan-” You reach out without thinking and your fingers connect with his arm, and suddenly he’s whirling on you, teeth bared, eyes flaring gold. 

“Don’t touch me.” 

You shrink back, your wolf whimpering, because Chan has never, ever raised his voice at you, and suddenly, you’re not sure what you’re hoping to accomplish, because if you’ve really made him this angry-

He takes in a deep, calming breath, but the gold in his irises remains. 

“Don’t, okay? I have nothing else to say.” 

You bite your bottom lip so hard it hurts. 

“I know I was upset, but I didn’t mean-” 

Chan is already shaking his head, reaching for the car door, and you know you’ve lost. 

“Just don’t, (Y/N) okay?” He climbs into the car without another backward glance. “Tell Min I won’t be home for dinner.” 

And as you watch him drive off, the heavy scent of rain in the air quickly dies into something akin to wilting petals laced with regret. 

*****

You lock yourself in your room and no amount of begging from the omegas, no amount of tempting food or rumbling stomach, no amount of threats from Minho, or jokes from the betas, can force you to come out. 

So when there’s a quiet knock at your door, sometime around midnight, you don’t even think, just call out from beneath your blankets, trying to quiet your sniffles, “I already told you, I’m not in the mood.” 

There is a brief moment of silence and then-

“(Y/N). Please let me in.” 

It’s Chan’s voice-weary and unsure and wavering-and your traitorous wolf leaps excitedly at the sound, but your human body is a little slower to respond, and when you finally drag yourself out of bed and unlock the door, you wonder if you’re actually doing either of you any favors. 

Chan steps into the room and you step back from him, arms crossed over your chest like some sort of weak defensive shield, protecting your heart from any more of his hurtful words, and when he opens his mouth to speak, you beat him to the punch. 

“What do you want?” 

Chan lets a sigh slide past his lips and he reaches up to rub at the back of his neck with nervous fingers. 

“You have every right to be mad at me-” 

“Oh, I’m furious.” 

His lips tick upward minutely at your words, tiredly, as if he expected this from you, and he sighs again, gaze drifting upward to the ceiling, as if he’s collecting his thoughts. 

“I know. And you deserve to feel that way.” 

You wait, biting your lip, because you have nothing else to say, and interrupting him isn’t getting you anywhere, and honestly, suddenly you’re so tired, you feel like you’re dead on your feet. 

It’s exhausting fighting with someone you love. 

Chan’s eyes meet your own once more, drifting down across your face, across the vivid marks left by Changbin’s lips, and suddenly, the words are tumbling from his lips, all the things he hasn’t said to you in the two weeks since you fought. 

“I owe you an apology. I owe you a lot of apologies actually.” He laughs humorlessly at himself, and sits down on the edge of your bed, and you dare a step closer. “First, I owe you an apology for not listening. As a leader, sometimes I get a little bit too protective for my own good. But I also need to recognize that trait in you as well and accept it.” 

You feel the air leave your lungs, and your arms slowly drop back to your sides. 

Chan offers you the hint of an exhausted smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “You were protecting Jisung. And I shouldn’t have doubted that. I absolutely know you’re capable of protecting our mates, (Y/N), and I want you to know that I’ve never questioned that in the slightest. I never worry about their safety when they’re with you. Ever.” 

You hate to admit it, but you’re inching closer, listening to his sincere words, the smell of petrichor sinking into your pajamas like damp rain on a soggy spring day. 

“Go on.” 

Chan grins now, and it’s not quite back to normal, but it looks a hell of a lot better on him than the other expression he’s been wearing around you for weeks now. 

“Would you like me to continue singing your praises or would you like to hear my other apology?” 

You cock your head, as if you’re considering. 

“Hmm. As much as I love to hear you worship me, I think I like to hear you grovel more.” 

Chan chuckles and pats the spot beside him on the bed, and after a brief moment of hesitation, you sit, arm barely brushing his. 

He stares at the floor for a moment, gathering his thoughts, and then sighs again, which is quickly becoming a common staple for him in this conversation. 

“Look, (Y/N). This morning. I was out of line.” 

You don’t say anything, staring down at your hands in your lap, and there’s an apology bubbling up in your own throat now, because you know, he wasn’t the only one who did or said things out of anger. 

Chan glances at you sidelong, eyes soft and dark and warm caramel, a direct contrast to the swirling fury from that morning. 

“I got overly possessive and protective again. And I’m sorry.” 

You know he’s talking about the marks Changbin had left-the marks he had left at your bidding. 

You feel the apology make its way to the tip of your tongue, following the scent of wisteria as it blooms in the air between the two of you, curling vines around the other alpha sitting stiffly beside you. 

“Chan.” 

There has never been a hard rule on leaving marks in the pack-it’s always just been more of an unspoken thing-mating marks were left by everyone, on everyone, and any other mark was usually left to the head alpha, as a way to claim, to remind, to protect. 

You knew what you had been doing when you asked Changbin to mark you, and so had Chan. 

You had taken it away from him. 

“No, it’s fine.” Chan huffs out, and when he turns to you, he’s forcing a smile again, eyes still darkened with emotion. “It’s more of a selfish thing on my part anyway.” 

You stare at him for a moment, swallowing hard, trying to gather your jumbled thoughts, and then he reaches out without warning and runs a finger down the length of your neck, carefully tracing the yellowing bruises there, his fingertip finally lingering over the scent gland at the base of your throat. 

“Chan.” You breathe out again, because under the scent of hovering rain, you can’t seem to think of anything else coherent to say. 

“I guess I just really like to know what’s mine.” Chan murmurs beneath his breath, eyes not really focused on you, fingers still hovering over your throat, your scent gland aching now for him to touch, to feel, to caress. “Must be the stupid alpha in me or something.” 

You grin then, and tease him quietly, “You are kind of a stupid alpha.” 

Chan snaps out of whatever trance he’s fallen into and shoots you a glare with no bite. 

“Hey. Rude.” 

You lean over now and bump your nose against his cheek, nuzzling against him for a moment, a silent apology for everything. 

“I’m just kidding. You’re the best alpha.” 

Chan huffs a laugh, reaching up to tangle his fingers in your hair, tilting your face back so he can meet your gaze. 

“Not the best apparently. But I’ll try harder.” 

You lean up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, and everything feels warm, and fuzzy, and you’re not sure how much of that is your mixing scents, and how much of that is just your love for Chan. 

“You are a stupid, dumb alpha sometimes. But you’re my stupid, dumb alpha, and in the end, baby, that’s all that really matters.” 

[suspiciousbystander]

VP Agents when everybody is suddenly gone

Note: nope, they're not dead. They just decided to prank this one agent for some reason lol

Brimstone: will immediately know that he's being pranked because everybody has to report their attendance every single day. He would notice that Cypher might be watching somewhere (not in his workshop because Brimstone couldn't find him there) because the cameras keep following him.

Viper: shrugs it off and just go back to her lab, doing her daily routine of toxin-making. In her mind, she's a bit excited because everybody dares to prank her, the one person who is being afraid of by almost the entire protocol.

Omen: he checks everything before making assumptions. First, he'll check Cypher's room. If there's nothing out of ordinary with that room, then it's safe to assume that the base is not being raided. Second, he'll check the attendance report in Brimstone's room and yup, it's fine. Third, the training room. Some guns are out of place, so somebody like Yoru or maybe Chamber has been using the room not too long ago because the staff usually tidies up the range every night. Yup, he knows he's being pranked. Then he'll proceed to just do whatever he wants, like knitting.

Killjoy: wouldn't notice that everybody's gone until lunch time. Her sleep schedule has been messed up because of her works so it's normal for her to not see anybody in the morning. When she notices, she gets panicked because nobody's at the canteen for lunch. Sage and Neon, especially them. If both of them are gone, then something's definitely wrong. She'll start running towards Cypher's workshop to check the camera but she couldn't find anything. She'll try running it back in her mind, thinking where everyone could be. Thoughts after thoughts, then she finally realized. "oh, I've been pranked,"

Cypher: he's got the security cameras (and some other hidden cameras that he set up). So everybody knows that it'll be useless to even think about pranking him like that because he could just check on his radar. Unless Fade decided to hack into his database and hide everything for the fun. If that's the case, Cypher would be busy decipher everything by himself. He clearly knows everyone's pranking him, but he's worried about Fade messing his database up. In the end, when everybody reveals themselves, he'll just play along and pretend that he's been looking for everybody.

Sova: burnt foot tracks, Phoenix was excited. Guns out of place, somebody has been using the range, the fish at the common room has been fed. It's overkill to use his tracking ability, but he knows immediately that he's being pranked. He only questions why him or maybe just laughs it off and use the opportunity to use the range.

Sage: gets worried and looks everybody immediately. She's looking all day and gets desperate. Then she notices that Brimstone's also gone. She connected the dots then realizes that Brimstone is also in this and she's been pranked. She's been worried over nothing. But it's priceless to see her face when everybody reveals themselves. She smiles and the worry in her face was still there.

Phoenix: wouldn't notice at first until he goes to the canteen for breakfast. Nobody's there. He runs towards the training room, nobody's there. He runs towards the common room, nobody's there. He runs towards Cypher's workshop, nobody's there (and he doesn't understand the concept of CCTV and what he should look for, so he'll pass and just runs off). He finally runs towards Brimstone's office, knocks the door, and there's no answer. He gets panicked and just shout everybody's names (especially Jett's, Kay/o's and Yoru's). He'll start shouting promises to lure somebody out, like "I promise I'll tidy up the range after using it" and hope Brimstone will come out. Or, he'll shout the stupid thing he did like "Killjoy, I'm sorry that I broke your prototype and just ran away. And Raze, I'm sorry that Killjoy got mad at you because of what I did," (Killjoy and Raze were there, listening. If it's not for Neon, they both would jump outta hiding and smack him in the face). In the end, everybody reveals themselves and Phoenix will get some "scoldings" for stuffs he admitted.

Jett: dashes here and dashes there. She's quick. It's easy for her to cover the entire base and notices that she's being pranked. She'll just go back to the common room, sit on the beanbag comfortably then.. "why me? I also want to prank somebody" while pouting. She'll spend the entire day training and eat anything she wants (because Sage wants everybody to stay healthy). She'll cook tteokbokki, bring it to the common room and just watch video there.

Reyna: "ah, finally, a quiet day" and just takes a break the entire day

Raze: she gets panicked at first then she's like.. "oh.." and facepalms. "well, I just need to incite chaos to lure everybody out!" and she REALLY does that. Those explosives where there as if it's time to unleash it. BOOM! Everybody hears it and she won, they all came outta hiding to put the fire out. Although she got scolded, she still felt as if it was a victory. Playing with explosives were fun, it was worth it

Breach: gets emotional that everybody pranks him. He felt as if he's being accepted by the entire protocol that they decided to prank him and him alone (even his eyes became teary). What a weirdo. Phoenix was cringing that he came outta hiding because it's not fun anymore

Skye: she'll play along and start looking for everybody. She thinks about checking inside Cypher's workshop, but that's cheating so she'll look somewhere else. Just for fun, she'll summon her tazmanian tiger for scouts (and she needs a company) to play with her. Believe it or not, there's this one place she keeps purposefully missing because, well, she's an initiator and she's good with tracking. By the end of the day, she'll finally go to that one place and reveal them. "woah! You guys were hiding here? I missed this place like, a lot! You guys are good at hiding!". But everybody knows she's kidding.

Yoru: he doesn't know that he's being pranked, but he also doesn't care that everyone's missing. Every single agent not being available is already strange so he knows something's happening and he's not part of it. He'll just go to his room and play games, literally takes a break the entire day. In the end, everybody gets upset that he's not even trying to look for him. Then again.. "well, you pranked me, shouldn't I be the one being upset? Your little prank doesn't work and you got mad at me" as he smirks.

Astra: will take the opportunity to go out for shopping while leaving everybody hiding. They didn't even know that she left, not even Cypher because he couldn't set up cameras (because Brimstone will get mad). Cypher can't even check his hidden cameras by putting his hand up to see because he'll look suspicious.

Kay/O: he probably knows that everyone's hiding because, somehow, he was there when everyone's fabricating the plan. He'll use the training room for the entire day and do some maintaining. Including some automatic bots that "work" at the protocol. When everything's done, then he goes to the room everyone's hiding and just.. find them, easy.

Chamber: finally, a chance to bond with everyone. He'll look around casually while taking a walk, enjoying himself. He's been busy so it's the chance for him to look around the base while looking for everybody. Once he finds something outta ordinary, he leaves it and marks it as a possible clue or that he's close to the hiding spot. He wants to check the entire base so he does that first then goes back to the clues then actually looks for them all. And yes, he finds them, easy.

Neon: she runs around the base using her ability. But, because she's too fast, she missed that one spot where everybody's hiding. Then she proceeds to actually waste her energy to realize that she missed that one spot. She gets upset at herself and runs back to that spot to reveal everybody. "even you too, Chamber? Lame.."

Fade: she ends the game quickly because she's a new agent and she needs help with.. settling herself in the base. She'll glare at Cypher, for some reason..

[mrsstruggle]

The Lost Child - Chapter 5 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Mentions of Robbery, Characters Grieving, Medical Inaccuracies, Character Having A Panic Attack, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wand Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2k

Note: I am posting new chapters every 2-3 days! I am trying to get on a consistent schedule.

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

Masterlist

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Y/N takes a breath before looking at the three boys standing in front of her, "Okay, start from the beginning."

"Lydia unconsciously wrote a code which led to this list," Stiles began, "We then used a password to get into the list."

"What was the password?"

Scott sighs before locking eyes with Y/N, "Allison."

Y/N gives him a sad look before looking down at the list in her hand, "How do you know this is a Deadpool of supernaturals? Malia's name isn't on here. Liam's name isn't on here. I can't even tell you who most of these people are."

"This isn't the only list," Stiles informs her, "There's two more. Lydia is trying to find out the other two passwords."

"The Walcott’s were found murdered in their house a few days ago. They were Wendigos," Derek added.

"How do you know what the numbers mean?" she questions.

"Do you remember how Peter's money was stolen?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah, he was robbed when Kate and the Berserkers were at the school," Y/N glances at Derek at the mention of Kate.

"One hundred and seventeen million dollars was stolen from him. The numbers should all add up once we figure out the codes to the other two lists."

"This doesn't make any sense." Y/N started pacing back and forth in her kitchen, "There's no way I'm worth fifty million."

"You are a werewolf," Scott noted.

"And you're something else as well." Stiles adds while taking a seat on the kitchen counter, "We might not know what but maybe whoever made this list does."

Y/N stops pacing and turns to look at the three boys in the room with her, "One, I'm not an alpha. I'm not even a true alpha like Scott. Two, I don't even know what I am! How does someone else know?"

"Look, we don't know why you're worth fifty million, but with a prize that high, you now have a giant target on you," Scott states, looking down at his hands nervously, "We were thinking that maybe you should get out of town for the time being."

"You can't be serious," she gives him an annoyed look.

"You're not safe here. We know you can protect yourself, but this list is for trained assassins. They are literally trained to kill people! Who knows how many of them are going to be after your head," Stiles reasons.

"So, I'm not the only one on this list," she states angrily, waving the list at Stiles.

"Yes, but you're worth fifty million dollars," Scott interjects, "We know that no one is going to be worth more than that. You might not be an alpha, but you're the most powerful person in Beacon Hills."

"And you're worth," she looks down at the paper in her hand, "twenty-five mill. We all have targets on us. Why do I have to leave and you don't?"

"You're worth the most," Derek states, hoping this won't lead to a fight.

"And you're worth 15 mill!" Y/N yells, throwing her hands up in exasperation, "Lydia's worth twenty, and Kira's worth six!"

"I'm not talking about the money!" Derek yells out.

"Then what?"

Derek sighs, running his hand down his face, "I mean you're worth way more than fifty million dollars."

"I-I don't understand," Y/N was confused looking at the sad look on Derek's face.

"Y/N, you mean everything to me. I already had one girlfriend die in my arms, I won't let another one do the same. Especially not the one I plan on spending the rest of my life with." Everyone was looking at Derek with different shocked looks on their faces, "I have very little family left and I'm not losing you too."

"We've already lost mom," Stiles adds, "Dad and I can't lose you either."

Scott takes a few steps closer to her, "This isn't because we think you can't protect yourself. We are all very aware that you can. This is because we don't want something to happen to you while you're too busy trying to stop something from happening to us."

"We know you, B. We know you'll try and help everyone without thinking about yourself."

"I understand that you're concerned and that you're scared, but I'm not going anywhere." Y/N states, looking firmly at the boys, "I have the power to protect people, so that's what I'm going to do."

"Babe," Derek pleads with a desperate look in his eyes.

She walks over to him and holds his face in between her hands, "Der, I love you and I understand that you just want to keep me safe, but I'm not going anywhere."

Derek stares into the beautiful eyes staring back at him before sighing in defeat, "You're never leaving my sight."

"I don't think I could if I tried," she smiles at him before leaning in to place a long kiss on his lips.

"Um, I'm still not okay with this!" Stiles exclaims.

"Stiles, you're going to have to get over it. How many more people in this town are going to pop up on one of these lists? Like you said, the people who get these lists are trained assassins. Not everyone will be able to protect themselves from that." She states before looking over to Scott, "We protect those who cannot protect themselves."

Stiles jumps off the counter, walking over to Y/N, "The second you get a scratch on you, I'm driving you straight out of town."

"Can Roscoe even make it out of town? It broke down like five times coming home from Mexico," she smirks at him.

"We'll take your car, deal?" Stiles sticks out his pinky toward her.

"Deal." She giggles as she shakes pinkies with him.

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Tony walks into Peter's bedroom to find him staring up at the sky through the skylight. After they brought Peter back from the hospital, he went straight up to his room to take a nap. It's now almost 11 PM.

"What are you thinking about?" Tony asks as he leans against the door frame.

"Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, that Y/N could still be alive?"

"What do you mean?" Tony pushes himself off the door frame and sits down next to Peter.

"I know they found her body, but what if they were wrong?" Peter turns his head to look at his dad.

"When they first found her body, I spent every day denying that it was her." Tony lays down next to his son, "Even after they showed me the proof themselves, I still didn't believe it."

"I don't know why but I just have this feeling that she's still alive."

Tony looks up at the sky at Peter's confession, thinking about the worst day of his life. The day they found Y/N.

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"Tony?"

Tony looked up from working on his Iron Man suit to see Bruce standing in the doorway with a heartbroken expression on his face. His immediate thought was that something happened to Natasha on her mission. He puts down his tools and walks over to Bruce.

"What's up? Did something happen to Nat?"

Bruce grabbed Tony's shoulder, "You should probably sit down."

"Just tell me what's going on. Did something happen on her mission? Was she hurt? Is she okay?" Tony looks at Bruce with so much concern in his eyes.

"She's okay. Physically."

"What does that mean?"

Bruce sighed, hating being the one to give Tony the news, "On her mission, she found something."

"Okay?" Tony was confused. The whole point of missions like Nat's was to find information. Why is this time different?

"She, um, she found some bodies. Dead bodies."

"And?"

"Sh-she also found the bracelet she helped Y/N make for her birthday."

Tony could feel his heart pounding against his chest. His mind was jumbled with millions of thoughts. His vision was blurring. He could see that Bruce was saying something to him, but he couldn't understand what he was saying.

He couldn't breathe.

He collapsed to the ground as Bruce tried to slow his fall. He clutched at his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Bruce turned his head so they could look at each other. He tried to focus on Bruce.

"Tony. Just focus on me and focus on my voice. Do you understand?" Tony slightly nodded his head at Bruce. "Take some deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out."

Tony started to catch his breath as Bruce helped him with his breathing. He made sure to focus on Bruce and not the news he just told him.

"I'm okay. I'm okay." Tony murmured as his breathing slows and his body starts to calm.

Bruce watched him warily as he shakily stood up from the ground. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Define okay."

"They, um, they don't know if they found her or not. Nat said that she didn't see Y/N, she just found her bracelet in an empty room." Bruce said while he nervously played with his glasses in his hands.

"So there's a possibility that they didn't find her? That she could still be alive somewhere? All you found was a bracelet?" Tony looked at Bruce with small hope in his eyes.

"Yes, but they haven't identified all of the bodies yet." Bruce gently explained to Tony, "There were a lot of bodies, Tony. It's been ten years since she disappeared. Th–"

"I know that it's been ten years. Just because I haven't given up like you have, doesn't mean I don't know the statistics and what everyone says. Until you can present me with some hard facts, I'm always going to believe that she is still out there. Finding some bracelet doesn't mean anything." Tony tried to storm away but Bruce prevented him from doing so.

"Tony, I just told you that Tasha found her bracelet and you had a panic attack! You say these things but deep down you know that there's less than a one percent chance that she is still alive! I've watched for ten years as you and Nat and Steve and Bucky and the others run yourselves into the ground trying to find something that would lead you to her! You never found anything and now that we have something, you refuse to believe it!" Bruce yelled exasperatedly.

Tony gave him a cold look, "One percent chance is still a chance. She is my daughter, and I will never give up on her."

"Tony." Tony turns to see Fury standing at the door a few feet away from him. "The lab just finished running their tests."

"And?"

"They identified one of the bodies." Fury paused for a moment, "It's Y/N."

---

"Why do you think she's still alive?" Tony asks Peter as he subtly wipes the small tears that have fallen from his eyes.

"I don't know. I've always felt like she was still out there somewhere. Even after they found her, I never truly felt like they did."

"I would love to think that she's still out there somewhere, living a wonderful life, but I made my peace years ago," Tony says, sitting up from his position on Peter's bad, "After I almost got Wanda killed from being too drunk on a mission, I knew I had to finally confront the truth."

"If she is still out there, do you think she remembers us?" Peter asks, sitting up to sit next to Tony.

Tony thinks for a moment, "I'd like to think so, but I don't know. She was so young when she was taken and who knows what happened afterward. Why are you thinking about this?"

"I don't know," Peter isn't sure whether he should tell his dad about the feeling he has about the girl who fixed his leg, "I think it's just because we're back at this house."

"If she is somehow still out there, I'd hope to meet her again someday and let her know that we never gave up and that we never stopped loving her."

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[a-kind-of-merry-war]

The Boys are Back

Hey @roughentumble I did the thing 💖

Geralt's head pounded. His vision blurred on the edges. He slumped against the sofa, propped up against the pillows that Jaskier had helped him choose, trying to control his breathing. Four seconds in. Four seconds hold. Four seconds out.

It was always like this when he came back from a hunt still suffering from the toxic afterburn of his potions. He used to simply put himself to bed, but he'd learnt through horrible experience that falling asleep still high on potions would leave him feeling worse in the morning. He needed to wait till they wore out. Which meant regular breathing and sitting in a dark room until the worst of the feeling passed, then mindlessly scrolling on his phone while listening to ASMR until he felt sleepy enough to finally put himself to bed.

He refreshed his YouTube feed—an automatic reflex, given how many people he had subscribed to in his desperate hunt for sounds soothing enough to calm him—when a video popped up at the very top.

My Chemical Romance - The Foundations of Decay.

He frowned. Had he taken a hit to the head, muddling his memory? Had he taken too many potions? Or...

He clicked on the video. There were already well over ten thousand views.

Oh. Oh.

He was closing the app and phoning Jaskier before he'd even realised what he was doing. It rang three times, and then—

"Grrtrlllzzz." Jaskier grumbled. "Grrll... Geralt?" There was a sniff and the shift of a duvet. "Geralt? What's wrong? What happened?"

"Nothing! I just—" he glanced at the clock. It was 3:12 am. Shit. He'd forgotten that not everyone lived to his backwards schedule. "Fuck. Sorry. I didn't realise what the time was."

"Right." Jaskier sniffed. "So... you just wanted to chat? Or? Can I go back to fucking sleep?"

Geralt felt horribly guilty. "Fuck. Sorry."

"Was there a reason you were calling? Only I've got a shift that starts in—" more rustling, "—five hours."

"Um." Geralt swallowed. "Sort of?"

Jaskier sighed audibly. "Sort of?" He sounded massively pissed off. "Well?"

"My Chemical Romance just released a new single," Geralt managed, apologetically.

There was a pause. "What?"

"It's called The Foundations of—"

"What? Really?!"

"Ye—"

"Is it good?"

"It's really good," Geralt said with a chuckle. "Yeah."

"Fuck. Fuck! Okay hold on..." More muffled blanket sounds. "Wait, I can't listen and be on the call at the same time. Is it on Spotify?"

Geralt didn't know. "Probably?"

"Okay I'll message you, fuck—" Jaskier sounded suddenly animated. "Oh god. Do you think they'll play it next week?"

"Probably? It might be part of the uh..." Geralt tried to remember how Jaskier described his own music. "Part of the hype?"

"God, probably— holy shit. Geralt. Geralt!"

"Yeah?"

"It's our boys!"

Geralt laughed. "They're older than you."

"Still..." a sigh. "I... sorry for snapping at you. Thanks for letting me know."

"It's okay."

"I'm gonna listen to it now. I'll message you?"

"You better."

"Seriously. Thank you." A yawn. "Love you, Geralt."

Jaskier didn't mean it. He was just excited—and sleep deprived. Geralt swallowed.

"Love you too."

"Yeah you do."

The line went dead. A minute later, Geralt's phone flashed with a notification. 

Holy cocking shit

I LOVE IT

AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

And then, five minutes after that:

ilu 💖

Geralt smiled to himself, tried to ignore the tight, bubbling feeling around his heart, and swiped to the next video.

[unhinged-with-no-gender]

Hello! Ehe I'm here for another ask! Slashers with an s/o that acts like Wednesday Addams(☆▽☆)

apologies for the late response, shit blew up in my family and unfortunately I had to help deal with some of said explosions. Anyways- I'm so excited to have a slashers ask grbrbrbrbrbrb

Jason:

Very concerned about the death fascination, but can't really judge you for it (his victims probably only fuel your interest to be fair)

Please Do Not Hurt The Forest Creatures. If you're going to experiment on things please let it be already dead, or marked for death. Or trespassers, though he really couldn't care less about their fate.

Once he's more used to your nature and 'interests' he might start bring corpses to you fhdjkgsfkj

He spots a dead squirrel while on patrol and thinks of you. How romantic.

Hardly notices your tone at all tbh, it's just how you talk.

Michael Myers:

He's the most into it out of everyone.

He LOVES the cold, indifferent, tone you tend to have. If he talked more he'd probably sound the same. (He'd NEVER admit any of this though)

It's honestly probably a relief to him

Would kill/torture anyone in any way you want just so you can see how the body reacts.

Literally his favorite passtime

Perfect for him

Leatherface/Bubba Sawyer:

Supportive! Just please don't tamper with anything he intends to eat

If you want to experiment, please feel free to experiment in the kitchen with the corpses of his victims! (He knows that's not exactly what you meant, but he's trying.)

He'll gladly help you get resources to study, corpses and the such.

Gets a little offended by the cold way you talk sometimes, but gets over it.

Vincent Sinclair:

He doesn't have too much to say about it

He'll just let you do your own thing, just don't tamper with the corpses he's going to use for his museum. Or do, he won't say anything.

Just don't get in Bo's way.

Overall very unbothered lmao

Doesn't even get offended by any cold serious tone you may have, he's used to his brother being even worse.

Bo Sinclair:

literally unbothered, though differently from his brother.

You don't mind death? Good, help me kill this person.

You two are fucking menaces to the town oh my god

Definitely fuels your interests, doesn't much care to hear them though.

If you're cold with him he will be a bitch in response. You cannot be bitchier than this asshole.

Brahms Heelshire:

Does it affect the schedule? No?

Does Not Care.

Do NOT experiment on him, or even ask.

He WILL however bring you dead bugs and stuff he finds in the walls. It's clean enough in there, asides from the dust, but the occasional lizard or wasp will get stuck and slowly die.

Probably the most bothered by the cold way you tend to act though. Not a fan.

(If anyone has any other slashers they'd like for this then I'd gladly do them too :])

[qillmhi]

Hi! I just finished reading the Donatello x Male Reader and I am HOOKED! Can I please request a part 3?? I love how it's going so far!

Hello there! Of course you can!

Donatello x Male!Reader 💜🐢

Enter: New Friend!

part 1 part 2

Life is great and you're forever thankful for all the blessings that you received. Not many people are fortunate enough to not worry about their next meal or where they're going to sleep. This made your heart soft for those people in need, which is why you regularly visit homeless shelters and donate toys and supplies to charities.

Today though is a special one.

You and your little group had been tasked to do a "community service" project, complete with documentation. As the assigned leader, you chose a local orphanage to help.

The day was set for planting seeds. I mean, what better help than teaching kids the importance of Agriculture, right? Of course you guys are supervised by adults, although there were playing mahjong in the distance.The whole porject sounds doable too if not for one problem...

"My dude... I'm gonna be so late, man."

You bit your nail in worry. "How long do you think it'll take?"

There was a slight pause "I dunno? 30 minutes?" There were loud honks on the background "I'm really sorry man, I didn't know it would be this bad! I gotta go though I'll call again okay?" Click. The line went dead.

Your face paled "Oh no... this is bad..."

"(Y/n)? You okay? Where's Max?" April O'Neal, your other group mate saw you in distress. She's a nice girl. Smart and very helpful, albeit a bit clumsy at times.

You looked down on her blue eyes and tried to muster your best positive smile. "He's gonna be late or.. I don't think he'll make it." You scratched your head. Max was supposed to bring in the seeds and mascot costume for Mr. Carrot. Something the kids of this orphanage was looking forward to see.You were already an hour behind schedule which made the kids extremely bored.Children and boredom are never a good combination.

Her eyes went wide "What?! What are we gonna do?!" This wasn't going her way.

This was her moment to get close to you and ask you out on a date! But if the mood between you two were like this, then there is a low chance of her plan's succeeding!

Or wait...

Actually... if April could somehow get around this problem and show you that she's very capable, it might get your attention on her!

A bright smile crept up her face. Yes! She can do this! Just watch (Y/n)! You're gonna see just how awesome April O'Neal can be!

April remembered the first time she saw you.

It was after a week long worth of resting after a particularly nasty fight with the foot. She knew she had go get back to school or else she won't be seeing that sweet, sweet diploma in the future.

While everyone hated school, for April, it was a break from all the action. She loves her friends a lot, but she needs this. The sense of normalcy she rarely gets to experience.

So imagine her surprise when a crowd of girls and boys caught her peripheral vision. She was about to ignore them, but a bright melody of laugher reached her ears like angels singing.

Lots of people started parting ways like the red sea as the popular kids stolled down the hallway towards her. She never got to see so many people gathered like this, thinking it was an upcoming school election. Election candidates tend to sometimes give away snacks to advertise themselves instead of using posters, so it kinda caught her interest enough to go in for a quick peek.

And there you were.

The newest member of the popular league and my god, were you a gem to behold. People were drawn to your "fresh meat" aura, trying to coax you to join their group or club.

When you passed April, your eyes met for a brief moment.

It was as if the entire world had stopped and she was hit with a new wave of overwhelming feelings that made her knees buckle.

And at that moment she knew she's undeniably hooked.

"April?" She jolted when you waved your hand infront of her face. "You okay there?" You tilted your head in concern.

"Huh?! U-Uh yeah! Peachy! Just ah-" Damnit! Did she zoom out?! Did you catch her staring?! "I-I just need to make a phone call!" April took out her phone smiling awkwardly.

You nodded "Okay?" You gave her shoulder a light pat "I'll go see what I can do, alright?"

OH MY GOSH HE'S TOUCHING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

"Yeah!" April stiffly chirped "Sounds great!!" She swooned.

It's been a week since Donatello had followed his brother's advice in  'personally observing' you.

At first he was judging everything you did like a disappointed Asian dad. But after seeing you, the (Y/n) behind the perfect grades and perfect looks and angel-like persona... you were actually just an average human.

Donnie watched you study so late into the night. You were so exhausted and so sleep deprived that you poured cold water to cook your instant noodles. He saw you doing laundry outside, slipped and accidentally ripped your pants when you thought no one was looking. He once saw you plop on the couch then suddenly collapsed, holding your ass in pain. You didn't even hit anything?! Your dumbass sat on the remote didn't you?

It was a funny scene to be honest.

Heck, there was this time he once silently geeked out with you while you were enjoying a Sherlock marathon!He manage to snap the unflattering pictures he so desperately wanted. He debated whether or not to use them as blackmail, but those ridiculous expressions on your face were just priceless so Donnie kept them to himself for now.

You didn't have a secret stash of porn in your laptop, or a ditty habit like smoking and doing drugs. If you had an addiction, it would be the unholy amount of coke and instant noodles you always eat.

What sealed the deal to him was your sincerity. What he originally thought as a facade, was a genuine guy just spreading good.

Contrary who what Donatello previously believed in... maybe you aren't that bad of a guy.The result of his research concluded that the only thing he disliked about you was the fact that April likes you. It made him feel guilty and childish for outright ostracizing you for something you had no control over.

Everyday he spent observing you felt like he was getting closer to you. He still wouldn't give up April, but he doesn't hate you as much as he did before.

Which leads to his concern.

Donnie sat on a rooftop overlooking an empty area with lots of children holding gardening tools and about three adults sitting under a tree playing mahjong. Donnie had headphones and a radio box next to him.

He can see April, the light of his life, and you, his love rival, biting your nail while looking at your phone.

You looked so distressed that Donnie was surprised you manage to kept yo4u cool.He heard about everything in that phone call with his little spy gadget, he felt sorry for you and also worried how this project will affect April's grades.

"William! Don't run with that!"

The mutant looked down at the commotion. A small boy was running around chasing a little girl with shears.

"Haha! If I catch you I'll make you bald!" The little boy teased.

"AAAHHHHH!!!! Get away from me you stinky!!!!" The little girl shrieked. The boy continued to laugh like some super villain, snipping the shears for added asshole effect.

Then the boy tripped.

On reflex he let go of the shears to catch himself, only to end up falling straight for the blade.

What came next was a split second reaction.

"OH MY GOD!"

You didn't waste time and ran towards the screaming, followed by April who also heard the screaming.

"Is everyone okay?!" You asked around, then coming face to face at what looked like a giant turtle with a wooden staff and.... a purple bandana?

"That was extremely dangerous!" The giant turtle said to the boy "Don't you know its bad to run with sharp objects?" William looked down in shame as the turtle held him on one hand, and the shears in the other.

"I'm s-sorry..." William, the boy, sniffed.

"William, come here." You called out to the boy. William obediently ran behind you.

Donnie sighed in relief when the boy moved away. Then it finally dawned on him that he had exposed himself. In daylight.

In front of all these humans!

"Brother (Y/n) look! A giant turtle!" A young child tugged your pants while pointing at him.

Donnie's face paled.

He needs to hide! Run away! But how can he when he's already exposed?!?

"Hey!" You waved at him "Thanks for catching William there. That could have been very bad." You beamed at the kneeling turtle.

Ugh. You're so handsome it makes him want to throw up.

"Donnie?!" April gasped. You glanced at April, seeing her blue eyes wide in pure panic.

"April!" Donnie looked at her in relief.

"You know him?" You asked.

April was sweating bullets. "H-He's uh... you see...!" She was trembling now.Fuck this wasn't good. Why was Donnie here?! He's been seen!

"April?" You squinted your eyes at her. "Is he a trespasser?" You were starting to back off with the kids.Knowing you, you'd surely put the kids' safety first and call the adults.

Oh no no no! She needs an excuse! She needs to safely get Donnie out of here now! "You see he's--" Donnie cut her off.

"I'm--I'm Mr. T-Turtle..?" The giant turtle stuttered. He dusted himself off, placing the shears on the ground "Yes I am Mr. Turtle!" He said more confidently.

If he recalled the conversation from earlier, you guys were missing a mascot, right?If he could just somehow play his cards correctly, he would get out of this without chaos ensuing.

"That's a lie!" Rosaline, the girl being chased before, objected "Mr. Turtle has a hat!" She pointed at his very un-hatted head. The other kids began to gather and agree.

Mr. Turtle cleared his throat "I am Mr. Turtle. But my hat got dirty so Mr. Carrot, he... helped me clean it!" He said.The kids blinked. But they seem to have bought the excuse and started to crowd around him in no time trying to touch his shell.

"Mr. Turtle~!""Woah! His shell is so big!"

"Mr. Turtle when your hat gets cleaned, can I wear it?"

"Nu-uh! If you get it then you won't share it!"

"I-I'll share it!"

You nudged April "Friend of yours?"

"Yes!" The mascot tried to avoid the small hands trying to grab his staff "We are friends, right April?" He looked at her hopefully.

April quickly got the cue "Oh! Yes! He's a good friend of mine! That's his costume!" She stiffly said. "Isn't it uh.. realistic?" She internally cringed. But thankfully, you seem to buy it as well.

"Yeah it does look cool!" You agreed "We got our mascot now! This is great!"

Good god. Donnie is fucking dead when they get back to the lair.

"Actually--" Mr. Turtle walked towards you with his army of seven year olds "I have an idea about the seed problem."

You raised an eyebrow "How'd you know we don't have seeds?" You asked suspiciously. You were sure you haven't told anyone about it other than April.

"W-Well... April told me!" He looked at her "Right April?" The redhead saw this as an opportunity.

Donnie you fucking genius!

"Yeah! I called him here because of that!" She said. Completely taking credit.

"Okay...? You got a solution right? Let's hear it!" Honestly if there's anything that can save this day, you were willing to accept any suggestions.

You trust April O'Neal, and if this is a guy she called to help then it wouldn't hurt to trust him as well right?

Mr. Turtle tapped his chin "We could go to the kitchen and find seeds from he vegetables they're going to use for dinner? Oh and of they have potatoes, we can use those as well!." Your eyes sparkled.

Oh my God!

"That's a great idea!" You beamed at the mascot "We could ask the adults for those seeds! Why didn't I think of that?!" You lightly bumped his shoulder "No wonder April called for you! Thanks man!"

Mr. Turtle blushed at your praise. But he caught himself before it got too far. You were a good guy, but you're still his love rival nonetheless!

The rest of the day was saved thanks to Donnie's proposal. The kids enjoyed taking out the pumpkin seeds the most, it was messy, but it was fun and the guts ended up being good fertilizers.

April despite wanting to be with your the whole day, chose to stay close to Donnie. Often going for the look out for any suspicious looks and ready to bolt if things got ugly.Donnie was delighted that April chose to be near him. He felt so proud and smug, but it would often get wiped away when April would shot down his advances. And because of the many mini humans trying to climb on him, he really couldn't get the chance to properly talk to her.

Thankfully the afternoon was going very smoothly.

Right now, you were helping Julie, who was falling behind because she insisted to say 'good night' to each of her seeds.

"Good night little seed!" She chirped and buried the seed with her mini shovel. "Water please!" You handed her the watering can.

"You're doing good, Julie!" You gave her a head pat "Do you think you can dig up the hole this time?"

She nodded cheerfully.

"Hey (Y/n)?" Someone tapped your shoulder. You looked up and saw April looking down at you.

"Oh hey April!" You dusted yourself off and stood up "You potato warriors doing okay? Need help?"

April laughed "Nah. We already finished up and thought I'd come say hi!" She said casually leaning closer to you, fluttering her big blue eyes. "Though I wanted to ask you something, if you're free next Saturday, maybe?" She shyly drew circles on the ground with her shoe.

Donnie himself didn't like what he's seeing. It hurt that April was avoiding any conversations he tried to make, but maybe that's because she was mad.

Sure, he was glad that she stayed near, but he knew she didn't want to be.

Even worse, right now she is very clearly making those 'lovey-dovey' eyes at you!

He wanted to match in there and straight up tell you to back off. But in doing so would definitely make April more upset.

While Donatello was having a mental battle, you thought about April's question. You didn't seem to have anything scheduled around Saturday morning. "Actually, I'm--"

"AAAHHHHH!!" Julie screamed and pointed on the dirt "It's a worm!"

The other kids started circling around the worm.

"Oh my gosh ew!!"

"Yuck! ts wiggling!!"

"Let's squash it!"

Oh no.

"I'll get back to you on that April." You walked off and ended the in coming slaughter "Hey there little buddies! Let's not do that okay?" You tried to calm the children down before someone kills the worm.

"But it's gross!"

"It's not gross!" Mr. Turtle intervened suddenly. He picked up the worm and held it preciously.The children collectively had disgusted faces."Earth worms carry nutrients for plants to grow and provide better drainage in the soil." He explained. "They're very important to the environment and keeping it healthy!"

The kids didn't understand shit.

Julie, upset that there were worms with her sleepy seeds said "What if the worm wakes up the seeds! They won't grow into flowers!" She stomped on the ground.

Donnie looked at you. He knew for sure there weren't any flower seeds today.

You quickly shook your head 'She won't join unless you say its flowers.' He saw you mouthed.

Oh!

Donnie knelt down to get eye contact with the children "If you sleep with lots of blankets and pillows, would you be able to breathe properly?"The kids looked at each other questionably."No right? That's why uhm... Mrs. Wormy came to help us today! She will make sure the sleeping seeds will gets lots of air and don't get too much water." He said waving his hand at the tiny worm to prove his point.

By this time, the orphans were able to understand a bit. Their moods got noticeably brighter.

"And then will Mrs. Wormy become a butterfly?" Julie tugged in Donnie's mask. Copper eyes locked with yours when you started gesturing fanatically.'Just go with it, please!'He wanted to laugh. You were making those funny expressions again!Donnie looked back at the children surrounding him with their adorable eyes excited for what knowledge Mr. Turtle will share. "U-Uhm.." He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah. Mrs. Wormy will become a pretty butterfly one day!"

Forgive me Stephen Hawkins!

The children cheered and some even started apologising to the earth worm.

You chuckled in relief at the display. "I guess Mr. Turtle saved the day again!" You watched as the mascot was tugged away to play "It's awesome that he's here. Or else this day would've been a disaster!"

April half heartedly agreed "Yeah."

You looked at her and noted her sad demeanor "You okay? You were going to say something earlier right? Sorry about that." You said.

April was quick to reply "Oh no! Don't mention it, it's fine!" She tucked a strain of her behind her ear. "I was just ah... worried you've been busy all week and was worried you aren't taking any rest days." She bashfully played with her pony tail.

Aww! How sweet!

"Is that so?" You have her a smile, which she absolutely melted into "Thanks for worrying about me April! I'm taking plenty of rest throughout the day, so no need to fret that pretty head of yours." Lord, this face is gonna kill her one day.

Wait a minute.

Oh my god...

Did he just call her pretty?!?!?

April's heart soared. Holy chalupa. Is this the moment she's been waiting for?!

"(Y-Y/n)!" Her cheeks felt hot.

Yes! This is it! There's no way she's letting this chance slip by.

April swallowed deeply and closed her eyes tight.

"I wanted to tell you that I-"

"Your friend's a chill dude!" You commented.

April stopped to look up at you, and saw your focus was directed at Donnie and the children playing.

"I've never seen such a realistic costume before. Maybe I should talk my uncle about it." You tapped your chin "Especially his eyes. I swear they're brown, but then they're also kinda red! How cool is that?!" You sounded so curious and excited at the same time "Is it his natural eye color?" You asked.

April wasn't sure what to say "Oh yeah it's his natural eye color."

"Hoho~?" You seem impressed "I see. What an interesting eye color." You turned your attention back to laughing kids running around making Mr. Turtle dizzy.

April glanced at Donnie and his eyes that captured your interest. She never really envied anything from him or the brothers. They were her bestest friends and they never made her feel any less special and always treated her as a sister.

But at that moment, the redhead suddenly became conscious of her blue eyes.

Donnie was in absolute shambles.

He got so caught up with pretending to be a regular guy in a mascot and saving that poor worm and preventing these kids on ending up as future entries in True Crimes Stories that he forgot to tell you to buzz off his woman!

"Mr. Turtle!" One of the kids tugged his bandana "Can you please carry me?" She asked, with her arms raised.

Oh gosh how was he gonna do this. He looked around anxiously "I-I'm sorry little girl, I can't--"

She hit him with those puppy dog eyes.

Damn it.

"O-Okay..." He picked her up. "Only for a little bit." Curse him and his soft heart. The little girl giggled and continued to play with his bandana.

Donnie looked back at you two again. Whatever you two were talking about it looked like you two were finishing up, much to his relief.Didn't stop him from sending a glare your way though.

And as if you could feel it, you glanced at Donnie and sent him a smile and a wave.

Donnie's face exploded bright red. He quickly turned around and pretended he couldn't see you.

This is the first time Donnie was in broad daylight with so many humans around. But it was also the first time seeing so many humans at ease with his apperance.

Granted, they thought it was just a costume but still...

Planting, playing and teaching kids?

It was fun. One of the best he ever had. Sure, he wasn't able to approach April himself, due to his little fans crowding him.

He sighed. Of course she wouldn't go to him. Why would she, when her crush is right there?

At times like this he wish you'd grow a pimple or trip.God is unfair.

Once it was all over, he knew he couldn't stay. April would most likely turn him into turtle soup once she gets to him. Not to mention the punishment Splinter would befall on his shell.

Donnie ran behind the back of the school.It was already late afternoon so this area was casted under a shadow.Back to where he originally belongs.

Donnie sighed sadly. He's gonna be in so much trouble, but he didn't regret it. It was so nice being out in the sun, so nice not hiding or being scared of humans.

Donnie glanced down on his green, three fingers hands. "Some costume, huh?" He mocked himself "So... that's what it feels to be human?

"Hey!" Someone called him behind.

Donnie shrieked. Donatello turned his head, bo staff ready, only to see you standing by the light holding two Starbucks coffees and subway sandwiches on one hand, and a small flower pot on the other.

It was dramatic actually. You in the light, and him in the shadows.

"Don't that!" Donnie whined "You scared me!" He glared at you when you laughed. He cleared his throat. "Do you need something?"Please just leave so he can go.

"Yeah, I do actually! Here." You handed him one of the drinks and a sandwich "Thanks a bunch for your help. You really saved us! You're super great with children hy the way." You laughed boyishly "We haven't formally met, right? I'm (Y/n)!" You held out your hand.

Donnie looked at it at first. Should he really be doing this? Getting close to his rival?

He took a while to react at first, but he soon returned your handshake "Donatello." He firmly said "I heard a lot about you through April." Unfortunately "She's right, you're pretty cool." He said, trying to be causal.

You couldn't help but feel embarrassed "Ah shucks, really? Its pretty sad that I don't hear about you though." You pondered for a second, then spoke again "Maybe next time, if we ever need a mascot, we could call for you again? Or maybe we can just hang out."

"Hang out?" Donnie blinked.

You shrugged "Ya know, without the costume." You really wished to get to know him more. Donatello seems very chill and pretty smart. Not to mention, his blabbing antics about science that tortured the orphans was pretty funny.

Donnie felt guilty. You were nothing but nice and welcoming from the time you two met. But he decided to shot down your efforts of possible friendship. Its not that he didn't like you completely, but he wasn't sure about accepting your friendship. He decided he needed to cut his ties with you now.

But seems like his mouth had a different opinion.

"Sure." He immediately wanted to swallow what he said.Did he.... did he just accidentally agree?!??!?!

"Awesome!" You gave him a small slip of paper with your number "This is my personal number. Oh! And--" You handed him the pot full of dirt. Donnie looked at it suspiciously. "William asked me to help him plant it. I'm not sure what he planted, but he told me to give it to you as a 'Thank you'." You explained.

William? Oh! He forgot about that kid.

"Surely you wouldn't reject the sincerity of a child's efforts right?" You raised an eyebrow teasingly. Donnie huffed.

"I'm not that cruel." He accepted the pot. He wondered what that kid painted in here. "Thanks." He said, holding the piece of paper and flower pot close to his chest.

Both items were somehow feeling heavy but not uncomfortable. It made his cheeks feel warm.

Maybe today wasn't that bad?There was a moment of silence between you two. It wasn't the awkward kind. It was actually pretty nice despite spending the peace with the boy he once vowed to turn into a frog.The mutant preferring to stare down at the pot he received. He fiddled with the piece of paper between his fingers. He could feel the warmth of the sandwich and coffee reaching his skin.

"I should go now."

Donnie wanted to thank you, but the moment he locked eyes with those (e/c) eyes, his breath got caught in his throat.

The sun had changed it's hue to a warmer color giving you a heavenly glow. Your clear eyes, framed by those long lashes gave you the impression of tranquility, topped with a genuinely pure smile, and the breeze slightly swaying your hair like a gentle caress.

You looked like a sun-kissed prairie.It left his heart racing and his mouth feeling dry.

Donatello knew you were handsome. But now without the pretense of finding error or being anxious about others, he finally got the moment to actually take a good look at you.

"Beautiful..."

"I hope we meet again, Donatello!" You bid him one last smile and walked away from the awestruck mutant. But before you could disappear from his sight, you quickly turned around and gave him a quick wink "I'll be waiting for your call, 'kay~?"

The mutants heart started beating faster. "D-Don't say it like that!" He huffed.

You only laughed in return.

He wanted to sucker punch you for laughing at him like that!

"Grrr.... Curse that guy!" He groaned in irritation, but still ever so grateful for you reaching out.

Back at the sewers, Donnie tried his best to get back as fast as he could.It was slightly difficult, carrying food and the flower pot. Your number was already saved in his T-phone, but for some reason, he couldn't part with the small piece of paper you gave him. So he kept it between the straps on his wrists.

Thankfully his brothers were all still asleep so he was able to get into his lab without anyone noticing.

Donnie sighed in relief once he closed the door. He thought it was all clear, but then he stopped mid track when he saw the redhead sitting on his desk.

"A-A-April!" Donnie jumped, barely managing to balance the heavy pot and food when the paper from his wrist bands slip and fell on the ground.

Donnie gulped when April walked up to him to pick the paper up, immediately recognising the owner of those digits.

"Donnie?" She eye'd the gifts in his arms "Can we talk?"

Uh oh....

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Hi there! Thank you for staying this far! Welcome to the final chapter of my mini series. Yes sadly the ending is an open one, which is why I made it twice the size I normally do for my fanfics.

I'll let you imagine how this will end because I wanted to focus on a series with Don! Thank you again for reading!

[nana-phobia]

The Afton Family

Genre: Dark-Content, Smut, Crack, Yandere Themes.

Pairings: William Afton x MILF! Reader x Michael Afton

TW: This series may contain Stepcest, drugging, sexual intercourse, Manipulation, Lots of Dirty Talks, and Heavy Kinks. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

A/N: READ TILL THE END!!

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 12 [Masterlist]

"Do you know you're father's work schedule?" Jessica asked, Michael softly shook his head to a 'NO'.

"IF you don't know then this plan would need a lot of patience and it might consist of you losing your home but you can live with me" She added, Michael nodded as he listened to her plan.

IT was a consistent plan and with perfect execution, it could work but just like Jessica said, It needed a lot of patience and for both, you and him to be homeless.

Being homeless wasn't an issue, what was important for him was to secure your safety along with his.

Michael sat on the couch as he eyed his father that was fixing his tie, You were beside William--your gaze wasn't how you would stare at William lovingly, It was sad and full of fear.

Your body ached as you tried to stand up and help William leave the house for the night because of his 'JOB'.

"I'll be working late tonight" William spoke, making both you and Michael slightly jolt.

William chuckled before he gave you a kiss on the forehead and then he left, Michael quickly walked over to you and placed a hand on your shoulder as he lightly massaged them.

He noticed how stiff you were earlier and the Hickeys that were visible and your reddened cheeks and neck gives him all the answers he needed.

"Are you okay?..." Michael asked, turning around you pushed him aside and walked towards the kitchen to drink water. He followed with furrowed brows.

"Talk to me, Y/N..." He begged for your attention.

"What do you want me to say?? If you want to fuck someone then just do it! for all I care! we're gonna be dead anyway!!" You yelled as you harshly took your clothes off, Michael's eyes widened as he stared at your bare skin covered in bruises.

Kneeling down, he picked up your clothes and made you wear them again. You tried pushing him away and begged him to just get over with it but he just continued to dress you.

"I'm sorry...I promise I'll get you out of this house--just give me some time to prepare" He cooed at you before he stood up and gave you a kiss on the forehead, after last night--you felt comfort once more.

"Prepare what? William got everything...we can't leave..." You sobbed, Michael slowly intertwined his hands with yours and gave your knuckles sweet kisses as he stared directly at your eyes.

"Jessica is helping us, We just need William to leave the house or come home late before we execute the plan"

"Why not do it right now? He said he'll be home late??"

"We can't, we still need to prepare and Jessica is still contacting her friend that works for the town hall so we can get our names changed" Michael explained, you stared at him confused.

"Change our names? Why do we need to do that?" You asked, Michael stared at you before he cupped your cheeks and gave you a kiss on the lips. His forehead against yours as he closed his eyes.

"The plan consists of us faking our death and moving in with Jessica until everything settled down" He added.

"Will this even work? The plan sounds complicated..."

"It will if we just have patience and check if everything is in place before we act" Michael cooed before he gave you a tight embrace.

William gritted his teeth as he listened to his phone about the plan both you and Michael have, he relentlessly tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he glared at the road infront of him.

"Planning to escape, eh?..." He spoke to himself.

It was a good thing he placed little microphones around the house ever since the accident last night while you both were asleep.

It was a game of tom and jerry but William was smarter.

"IT wouldn't hurt to play along..." He cooed before pressing onto the accelerator and speeding off into the night.

A/N: This will be the last chapter, which I will not be updating anymore. Thank you to some people that supported the series! and am extremely grateful that some of you kept on wanting new chapters!!

I know, some of you guys hate Michael but you guys need to understand that this is a Toxic Love Triangle, It's not focused on William or Michael. It's focused on the three main characters which are Y/N, Michael, and William.

And I know that the past chapters it has been a Michael x Reader but it's PART OF THE PLOT, I have a plan on how I want the story to end. Leave this as a reminder to readers who likes to comment negative things by saying they want a character dead just because they hate the character, Writers have plans on how they want to end the story. That's all.

SPOILERS: I planned on ending this series with no happy endings, Jessica giving Y/N money so she can leave and never show herself to Michael, William is dead because of the fire in their home, Y/N agreed on leaving Michael with Jessica and Michael waking up and finding out that she will never return. THERE WAS NO HAPPY ENDING.

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[youbloodymadgenius]

A Touch in the Dark (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @fandomfic-galore 1k Followers Sexy Trope Challenge. Congratulations again 🎉 I'm sorry it took me so long, love. I'm sorry too because I just saw there's a maximum word limit. I obviously broke this rule 🙈

The trope I chose: one bed

The sexy prompt @fandomfic-galore gave me: mutual masturbation

I know the way I used the prompt is a bit unorthodox but well, what can I say? Ivar is a stubborn brat, he wouldn't have it any other way!

@mrsalwayswrite, thanks for betareading this for me, and thanks for your support, I really needed it 🌺

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Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: stuck in the middle of nowhere with your boss, you spot a cabin and know that this is where you and he must spend the night.

Warnings: smut; masturbation; mutual masturbation.

Words: 4926 (🙈)

"You're fucking kidding me? You're doing this on purpose, right?" Ivar says angrily and you just shrug, rolling your eyes.

"I'm not fucking kidding you, Ivar! And how the fuck can you think I'm doing it on purpose? Just tell me, who's the one who didn't want to take a plane from Kattegat to Kemi and back, huh?" Making air quotes with your hands, you keep going, swaying your head. "Y/N, we will be more free with a car, we will be able to leave whenever we want, as soon as the deal with Harald is completed." You snort, hitting the steering wheel. "And now here we are, Mister Genius, with no fucking signal," you hiss through clenched teeth, waving your phone in front of his face, "in a fucking broken car, in the dead of the fucking night and in the middle of Norrbotten, in other words in the middle of fucking nowhere. Who do you think is to blame, huh?"

Ivar takes a sharp intake of breath. "Be careful, Y/N, don't forget who you're talking to. I've fired people for much less." He says curtly, and you can almost physically sense his boiling anger.

You scoff, undismayed by his threat. In the two years he's been your boss, Ivar has threatened to fire you at least five times a day. You know he won't do it, though. Because you're fucking competent in your job and also because you can put up with him. He told you once it was a refreshing change from your predecessors, scared girls who cried whenever he raised his voice. Your explosive nature – which matches his – is what, against all odds, makes working for him a success.

"Look, Ivar," you eventually say, not because you're afraid of him but because one of you has to be wise, and you know it won't be him, "we can go arguing for hours, or we can try to find a solution. We're going to freeze to death if we stay in this car, okay?" You tap your finger on the dashboard. "Before the fucking car died on us, the outside temperature was minus five degrees Celsius." And this is a fucking matter of concern to you.

You're sure Ivar has no idea about the little chitchat you had with his mother on the day you were hired, but you've never forgotten her words, nor their barely hidden threat. 'The cold increases his pain and is therefore my son's worst enemy. As his assistant, you have to always make sure his legs are warm enough. Ask for an extra blanket when staying at a hotel, turn on the heater in the car if it's cold, schedule appointments indoors except for the summer months. Do what you want but keep his legs warm at all time. I hope I make myself clear. Don't disappoint me, Y/N, I assure you I've got some power over Lothbrok & Co.'

"So, what do you suggest?" He asks without missing a beat, a little too eagerly, and that's when you know you're right. He must already feel the cold in his brittle bones. You won't say a word about it though. Pinpointing Ivar's greatest weakness might not be a good idea given how pissed off he is.

"Well, remember the big hairpin turn?" You point your thumb behind you. Ivar nods and you explain further. "I saw a cabin a bit after it. My father always told me that in remote areas, like this one, cabins are usually left open, in case of emergency. Guess we're about to find out if that's true."

"It's a long way to go." You know your boss well enough to know what he won't say. He's concerned. Truth be told, you're too. Reaching the cabin, several hundred meters away, will be no cakewalk for Ivar. But well, you have no other choice, right?

"Not that much." Your voice is too quiet, your lack of confidence obvious. You clear your throat before inhaling deeply. Better to tell the truth. "Okay, look. It may be a long way, but what else can we do? Without signal and without a car, Ivar, we're running out of options. I'll get our bags, I'll light the road with the flashlight of my phone and you, well, you just walk, okay?"

As he remains silent, you suppose Ivar nods. He eventually asks, anxiety clear in his voice. "What if it's locked?"

"One problem at a time, boss", you reply with a wink he can't see, "but don't worry, it won't be," a small smile spreads on your lips, "Dad's never wrong."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Ivar sounds like a broken record and you can't help but roll your eyes, heaving a sigh.

"It's not that bad, Ivar." And honestly, it is not. Even though the cabin is scantily furnished, you're positively surprised to see it's equipped with running water and electricity. You hastily turn on an electric heater that's covered in dust and about a hundred million years old, breathing a sigh of relief as it sputters a few times but eventually comes on. It won't keep you very warm but you guess it's better than nothing.

Apart from the heater, the room just contains a wobbly wooden table, two stools that have seen better days and what seems to be a full bed. Sure, it's not very large but it could have been worse.

"Not that bad?" Ivar roars as he limps towards the bed, leaning heavily on his crutch. Flopping down on the mattress, he stifles a hiss of pain. "There's absolutely nothing in here, no food, no drink. There's only one bed and I'm not sure about the cleanliness of... these..." You follow his gaze and you have to give him that one: the sheets are greyer than white. Too bad, but there's nothing you can do about it. Besides, it's not the end of the world, right? Your boss can be such a princess sometimes!

Well, you might be too if you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

"At least we're out of the wind," you shrug, giving him a tired smile as exhaustion sets in, "and we'll be able to sleep. You know what they say, Ivar. Tomorrow is another day." You feel your jaw opening and before you know it you're yawning widely, Ivar following suit. "We definitely need to sleep." You add uselessly as you rub your eyes.

"Guess we do," Ivar nods, then commands, "I'll take the bed and you can sleep on the floor," You stare at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. He can't be serious!

"You're... you're the one who's kidding now, right?" You eventually say, still a bit dumbstruck. As you look into his eyes though, you can see he's dead serious and it makes your blood boil. "Ivar!" You almost shout, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows. "I may be your employee, but I'm not your slave. You can't just order me around and treat me like cattle!" He must be out of his mind, right? How can he even imagine you'd agree with that? The truth is, he should be the one sleeping on the floor. It'd be elementary courtesy, you're a woman after all!

The thought makes you cringe immediately though. You're not being fair and you know it. Sleeping on the floor would not be pleasant for you, sure, but for him you're sure it would be pure agony.

You know your boss never fakes his pain. And right now, if his tired look and the hand he repeatedly presses into his right thigh are any indication, you're willing to bet that the pain he's experiencing is excruciating.

That's why you decide to try to calm things down. "Look, Ivar," you speak in a soft voice, sitting down next to him, "I'm not thrilled about the fact that there is only one bed either, but at least there is one. I think we should make the best of it."

"What do you mean?" Ivar frowns, his right hand now massaging his calf. There's an uncertainty in his eyes you're not used to seeing. Or maybe is it fear?

"None of us are going to sleep on the floor. We're both grown-ups. We're going to sleep in this bed, together, because it's the only rational thing to do. And you know it. Besides," you add as you start to shiver, "I wouldn't say no to some extra warmth."

As he keeps quiet, barely nodding and his insecurities written all over his face, you decide to give him some privacy. Standing up, you grab your bag, taking your carton out of it. "I'm going to have a smoke outside while you get ready, okay?"

Lying on your side with your back facing him, you let out a barely audible sigh, upset yet still mindful not to wake your boss.

Although exhausted, you can't sleep. Despite the heater and the threadbare blanket you found in a cupboard, you're cold. So fucking cold! Your socked feet are freezing, and so is your nose. Plus, whatever you may have said to Ivar earlier, sharing a bed with him is definitely awkward and downright nerve-wracking.

Tossing and turning isn't an option with Ivar sleeping next to you – besides not wanting to wake him up, you're very afraid of unintentionally kicking one of his legs – but you know you have to find a way to release the tension and forget the bone-chilling cold.

Almost unconsciously, you lick your index finger before drifting your left hand to your chest, sliding beneath your shirt as you slip your right beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms. Moving it down and down, under your knickers and past the soft curls, your index finger finds your clit while your other fingers spread your lips, and you feel immediately more at ease.

Touching yourself right next to your boss may seem odd, but not to you. First, you take it from his slow and regular breathing that Ivar is fast asleep. Second, having shared a room with your older brother all your teenage years, you are used to do it with company. Not making noise in this situation is second nature to you. You won't wake him up.

Circling the nipple of your right breast with your wet finger, you then pinch it, imagining teeth sinking into your firm, soft chest. With your thumb rubbing your clit, your other digits work their way into your vagina, immediately pumping into you. Your mouth drops open as you squeeze your eyes shut. Playing with yourself, you arch your back, bucking into the touch of your own fingers. You can all but feel a man's tongue – warm, wet and wide – licking and tasting you. Squeezing and cupping your breast, you suppress a whimper of pleasure, your face buried in a small, dingy pillow. Curling your toes, you bite your lip as a wave of heat spreads in your belly, your climax teetering over the edge and crashing down on you. Waves of pleasure wash over you, your body contracting around your own fingers, and you have to bring your left hand to your mouth in order to muffle a moan.

Fuck!

And that's when you hear it.

The faint rustle coming from behind causes you to freeze and your eyes to snap open. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! You turn your head toward Ivar and though the darkness in the room doesn't allow you to really see his features or to clearly make out his face, you're sure your boss is awake and staring at you.

Sure enough, a second later, you notice a movement of Ivar's shoulder. "You not sleeping? Why?" Propped up on his elbow, his voice is raspier than usual, his words slightly slurred.

Despite feeling utterly flustered – and let's face it, breathless – you manage to answer him, mumbling in what you hope is a matter-of-fact tone, "Too cold." You're not technically lying, right? You were cold, and that's what kept you awake in the first place. Your palm still resting on your mound – as dumb as it sounds, you're afraid to move it for fear he'll realize, if he hasn't already, what you were doing – you have to swallow past the lump in your throat before asking the same question, "You? I could have sworn you were sleeping."

"Well, I wasn't." Ivar states flatly. You can hear him shift in the bed and you stifle a gasp as he drapes an arm around your waist. "I'm cold too." As he pulls you closer, your back against his chest, your eyes widen, the shock flooding your voice. "What... What are you doing, Ivar?" You can barely breathe as you try to convince yourself that there is no way he could know what you were doing.

"I think it's called spooning." There's a hint of mischief in his tone. He's so close you're sure he can feel how tense you are and you're afraid he can somehow guess where your right hand is. That would be so humiliating! "Come on, Y/N, you were the one saying that you wouldn't turn down some extra warmth, right? I'm pretty sure it will be more efficient this way, what do you say?"

"Guess you're right," you mutter absently, your cogs turning while you desperately try to find a way to get yourself out of the embarrassing situation. You're feeling nauseous. What could be more mortifying than being caught by your boss touching yourself? A knot of fear and shame forms in your gut and threatens to choke you as it rises into your throat. What were you thinking? Oh my fucking god! You have to figure something out. He cannot know. Your boss cannot know.

You lose your train of thought though as Ivar scoots, if possible, even closer, his hand resting on your right forearm, his legs now touching yours. Even through the fabric of his sweatpants, you can feel that they are ice-cold.

Shit. Aslaug Lothbrok. 'Don't disappoint me, Y/N, I assure you I've got some power over Lothbrok & Co.' Shit.

What a great way to bring you down to earth! You've been careful not to wrap yourself in the blanket, leaving most of it to him, but obviously it wasn't enough. Shit. You swallow, blinking several times. "Your legs are freezing, Ivar. Are you in pain?" You eventually ask, your heart suddenly in your throat. Ivar may be most of the time a tough boss, self-centered and short-tempered, yet you wish him no harm. And you love your job. And your wage.

As Ivar remains silent, you keep going, trying to wriggle out of his embrace. "I'm going to fetch your meds, boss, let me get up," you say with as much confidence as you can muster but Ivar just tightens his grip around your waist, trapping even more your right hand where... well, where it shouldn't be.

"Did I say I'm in pain?" He asks with a little exasperation in his voice, surprising you.

"No, no, of course, you didn't," you sputter, "but if you're in pain I should–"

"I'm not." He cuts you off, making you frown. You know he was in pain earlier, you're pretty sure he didn't take any painkillers so there's no way he's going to be okay now.

You let out a long sigh. "Look, Ivar, I know you don't like to talk about it but please, you can be honest with me. If you're in pain, just say it. It won't change the way I see you, you should know that."

Behind you, Ivar giggles, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck. "Actually, I was." His tone is suddenly playful and as his hand slides down your arm, getting way too close to your sinful fingers, alarm bells start ringing in your head. "But that was before..." He adds mischievously.

Your eyes widen. Deep down you know what he's getting at. But it can't, right? No, no, no, of course it can't. But what... what if? Your breathing quickens as you try to quell the panic rising inside you. You tell yourself that you're being ridiculous, that there's no way he could possibly know.

"What do you mean?" You finally say, your voice coming out weaker than you expected.

"I'm sure you know exactly what I mean, Y/N," he answers back, his hand wandering further down. When one of his fingers grazes your clit, your whole body stiffens and you have to bite your tongue to keep from screaming.

Bloody fucking hell!

Feeling ill, you close your eyes and for a moment you're afraid to faint from embarrassment. Never in your life have you felt so ashamed and you just want to disappear. Your eyes filling up with tears, you're glad that Ivar can't see you blushing. Yet, you know you have to say something. Anything.

There's no beating around the bush. Swallowing hard, you take a sharp intake of breath. "I... God... I..." You pathetically choke on your words, your voice is high-pitched. If you weren't so mortified, Ivar's silence would undoubtedly infuriate you. Right now, however, it's the least of your concerns. "It was... improper and unprofessional," you end up croaking pitifully, flooded with shame and humiliation, "I'm... I'm sorry, boss."

"Well, I'm not." Ivar's reply, quick as a flash, has you stumped for a good four seconds.

"You... You're not? How... How so?" You finally blurt out, bemused and insecure. You know what you did was way out of line. At this very moment, you can't begin to understand what's gotten into you or how in the hell you couldn't think that touching yourself right next to your boss could cost you your job. The thought sends a shiver through your skin. You're so screwed.

Seemingly unaware of your inner turmoil, Ivar keeps his hand on yours. "Like I said, Y/N, I was in pain. But what you did was a good distraction. It took the pain away, you know?"

Wow. You can't believe your ears. It took his pain away?? That's good news, right? Honestly, you wouldn't have been surprised to get fired on the spot, but instead Ivar is almost thanking you? It's just unbelievable! You can breathe a little easier, even though at the back of your mind there's that nagging thought that Ivar may be tricking you. Knowing his sharp mind, and even if he sounds sincere, it still could be. You better play it safe, right?

"I'm glad I could help." You actually mean it. As his assistant, you're in prime position to witness each and every day the tremendous amount of pain your boss has to absorb and it just seems terribly unfair. "Yet, I shouldn't have done that, Ivar. I'm still your employee."

"Let's say you're not then." He quips, leaving you speechless. Explaining further, you can hear the smile in his voice. "Tomorrow is another day, but for now you don't work for me. Let's say you're fired, okay?"

Carefully rolling over, your eyes search his face in the twilight as you put a hand on his chest. Frowning, you take a moment to process his words. You can't be sure but you think Ivar is still smiling at you. Where is he going with this? Does he want to fuck you? That would be a step too far, right?

Ivar speaks softly, as if reading your mind. "We won't do anything you don't want to, Y/N. I was thinking that I could..." He stops abruptly. There's something in his quivering voice, something you've never heard. He sounds... vulnerable. After taking a deep breath, he adds so quietly that you can barely hear him. "What you did earlier... I'd like to do it. To you, I mean. To... To keep the pain at bay, you... you know?" His hand that was resting on your waist finds your hip, his thumb stroking your upper thigh. "I mean... if it's all right with you."

God, what's happened to your cocky, intimidating boss? Ivar sounds almost like a little boy, insecure and maybe even frightened. Suddenly, you realize that you are in charge; that he wants you – needs you – to be in charge. You know with absolute certainty that the balance of power has just shifted. And for the first time since you've known him, your heart aches for him.

You're well aware that no matter how successful your boss is professionally, no matter how strikingly attractive he is, there aren't many women chasing after him. And it's probably all because of his legs, which is stupid in your opinion. But well, you get it. The unknown creates fear, right? But you, you're not afraid, neither of him, nor of his disability. Not at all. And well... you love the idea of being in charge for once. This is your time.

A smile he can't see spreads on your lips. "You're sure that's really what you want, Ivar?" You run your hand up his arm before resting it lightly on his shoulder. You feel more than you see when he nods. "It may be an issue then," you keep speaking, "While your.... offer is tempting, I'm afraid it'll have to wait."

You know your boss well enough to know he usually doesn’t' take no for an answer, so you explain immediately, as he lets out a short sigh, "I'm just overly sensitive at the moment. But," you add quickly, the words popping out before you can really think about what you're going to say, "I can think of another way to keep the pain in check, and a more effective one on top of that."

"What are you talking about?" Ivar's voice quivers, failing to hide his disappointment. This new side of him is so unexpected, it's almost unsettling. You wouldn't go so far as to say it pulls at your heartstrings but well, you're definitely surprised, and moved too. Mentioning it probably wouldn't be wise though, so you decide to keep it light.

"C'mon, Ivar," you say with a lighthearted laugh, "it's my turn to tell you I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. You know, there's nothing wrong with seeking your own pleasure. How could I blame you when that's exactly what I just did?"

Ivar gaps at your words and then remains silent for such a long time that you're afraid you've offended him. As you – for once – search for the right thing to say, he eventually murmurs between clenched teeth, "It... It doesn't work like that." His breathing short and uneven, you can feel how tense he is. "I'm sure you've heard the rumors about me... That... that it's not just my legs that are boneless... It's..." Gulping for air, struggling to continue, he takes a sharp intake of breath. "Well... They are not unfounded... The rumors, I mean." You know it's a most painful admission.

Sure, you've heard the rumors. That he couldn't get it up. That he couldn't please a woman. That his cock was useless. Although saddened, you never dwelled on it. Ivar was your boss, not a guy you had a crush on.

Right now, however, you just want to laugh. But since it wouldn't be very smart, you just smile, shaking your head. "Well, I've heard about the rumors, yes. I beg to differ though. You see, Ivar, I'm like Saint Thomas."

"Like who?" Ivar asks and this time you can't help but chuckle. You should have known the reference would be lost on him.

"You, stupid heathen!" You know he can hear the smirk in your voice. "Never heard of Saint Thomas? He was one of the twelve apostles. He doubted Jesus' resurrection until he could see and feel Jesus' wounds for himself. You don't have a clue what I'm talking about, right?"

Without giving Ivar time to respond, you drag your hand along his arm, your fingers tracing the line of muscles of his biceps. "Anyway, I'm just like him." Down his side, you can feel the ridge of his ribcage and then his toned abdomen. Playing with the hem of his shirt, your knuckles graze his flesh. "If I can see or feel it, I believe in it; otherwise not." Then your hand finds its way to the waistband of his sweatpants but as his breath hitches you stop your movement, your index finger just brushing against his crotch, his not-completely-hard-but-still-good-enough cock unmistakable. "And right now, I may not be able to see, but I know without a doubt what I'm feeling."

Ivar catches his breath in a startled gasp. "What? ... How? ... I... I don't... It never... How? ..." Babbling and stammering as words fail him, you realize that Ivar truly has never experienced something like that. Wow. He never got hard, not once in his entire life. Wow. No wonder that he can't think straight.

You must take charge. Now more than ever. You can't allow him to overthink what's happening. "I don't know, Ivar, but what I do know is that now is not the time for asking questions. Trust me." Reaching out, you grab his hand, bringing it to his crotch, "you should enjoy, just as I did earlier."

As you're about to take your hand away, Ivar wraps his fingers around your wrist, gently holding it in place. "Will you... Will you do it for me?" He speaks so softly you barely hear him, his whole body trembling lightly, and you're willing to bet he's blushing. Blushing! Ivar Lothbrok! "Please," he eventually adds in a shuddering breath and that's how he ultimately wins you over.

You never thought you'd live to see this day. Ivar, your "dictator boss" – also known as the demanding asshole among your colleagues – is not ordering you, not at all. Actually, he's asking, no, not asking, he's begging you. It sounds insane, yet it's happening and you're taken aback as you realize that it moves your heart. How could you turn him down? You can't. And, as crazy as it might seem, you don't want to. "Sure," you whisper back in the same breath, not allowing your inner voice time to tell you that there are at least thousand reasons why you shouldn't do it.

Your wrist released, you let your hand wander down, and this time Ivar doesn't stop you as you slip it into the waistband of his sweatpants, brushing your knuckles against his crotch and then rubbing his half-erected cock through his boxers, just a little. You can tell Ivar is holding his breath. The next moment, your hand works its way under the trim of his boxers and slowly begin to inch its way down. You start with feather light touches, fingers trailing across the length and then along the underside of his hardening cock, and Ivar pants and arches his back, his hips stuttering forward to meet your hand.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" You say as you eventually wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. Precum is already soaking his boxers. He won't last, and it's not the point.

"Mmph..." You have to stifle a chuckle at Ivar's choked moan, immediately followed by a hoarse croak as you swipe your thumb across his leaking slit, smearing the drop of fluid over the head. When your free hand cups his balls with the gentlest of pressure, squeezing them lightly, your index finger grazing underneath, Ivar's pelvis thrusts forward, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat.

Your hand tugs and twists around Ivar's shaft, feeling the hot flesh throbbing in your tightening grip. You add speed and pressure before focusing on the head of his cock, playing with it and gently squeezing it.

The sound he then makes is almost pained and he tries to warn you but is only able to say, "I think I'm gonna..." before he thrusts up. Ivar comes in your hand, his cock pulsing, his back arching as he moans helplessly. As he literally falls apart, shaking and half-screaming, you work him through his orgasm, milking the last drop of seed out of his warm cock.

Sweaty and trembling and completely undone, he very slowly comes down from his heights, his breathing eventually becoming normal again. "Fuck, that was wonderful," he mutters, bringing a smile to your face. His next words, however, confuse you; you're not even sure you hear correctly. "Tomorrow morning, you'll be my employee again. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fire you again tomorrow night though. Just so you know..."

Huh?

You frown, replaying his words in your mind, trying to make sense of them. Oh, you may be tired – by the way, what time is it? – yet you're not completely dumb. You know what it is supposed to mean. Wouldn't it be nice if he let you have a choice in the matter? And first of all, is he serious? When you're in the heat of the moment, you may say things you don't mean, right?

Finally, after much mulling, you choose your words carefully, even though you're sure Ivar isn't exactly waiting for you to speak. "Well, you may be my boss, but I think I have a say in that. Maybe we can sit down and have a chat about it tomorrow, what do you think?"

You keep quiet, waiting for his reply, but nothing more than silence ensues.

Less than a minute later, you hear a light snoring; Ivar has fallen asleep.

The fucking asshole!!

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Sleeping (+morning routine) headcanons for some genshin boys

A/n: hello ladies and gentlemen I'm happy to announce that I may be back now that my life has decided to stop throwing endless shit at me. Now I also write for genshin so feel free to send asks in my inbox!!

Warnings: nightmares for xiao, favoritism in diluc's part, purposeful misspelling and slander in C*ilde's part,overall tooth rotting fluff

Zhong li

Sleeps like a rock (pun intended)

This man will not wake up unless there is an emergency

No matter how much noise you make or whatever is going on around him he'll stay there laying in bed completely silent

His breathing is so quiet you think he's dead half the time if not for his endless sleep talking

And you can actually have full on conversations with him while he's asleep

Also he sleeps in a solider position which leaves you to cling on him like a koala on a big ass tree

Sleeps in really soft bamboo pyjamas that you bought for him

Zhong li will only wake up at exactly 7:30 am no matter if it's a week day or a weekend/ his day off

He also doesn't stay in bed for more than 10 minutes unless as stated before its his day off and you aren't awake yet

The man will stay there taking in the sunshine rays from the window as he's looking at your peaceful face

After an hour or two hell rub your back and gently wake you up with forehead kisses while softly calling your name

When you finally wake up you usually start with the morning hygiene and whatnot

Also he will ask you if you want to take a morning bath together but absolutely respects you decision if you won't and you don't need to even give him a reason you declined in the first place but will make sure you know he loves you no matter what

After that he will sit down with you and drink tea and have breakfast with you for the next two hours

It's the only reason he wakes up so early

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After that he goes to do his usual shift at the wangsheng funeral parlor

Venti

Menace to society

He either sleeps sprawled out in a starfish position with his arm and leg over your body or in a fetal position with his face buried in your breasts/chest

He usually sleeps in your clothes or in his everyday clothes

His little snores are super cute tho

Venti's snoring isn't super loud, it's actually really quiet but still there

Since he's a bard he stays at the Angel's share until it closes which is usually very late into the night so he sleeps until like 2pm

He isn't a heavy sleeper so you usually accidentally wake him up if you have some errands to run early in the morning

Venti will cling to you and pretend that he's asleep so that you can stay in bed with him

After like 20 minutes of this he finally let's you go and makes you promise him that you'll be back quickly

When you returned to your shared house from doing commissions you found him still sleeping in the bed so you quietly took a shower and snuggled in with him for another hour or two

After he finally wakes up for real this time he has breakfast lunch with you and goes off to Angel's share but not before giving you a thousand kisses

Kaeya

He's sleep schedule is ON POINT

He always gets back from Angel's share at exactly 1:00am, showers, eats and does his skin care routine and gets in bed around 1:30am

He also wakes up at exactly 9am but stays in bed until ten

He trashes through the night, he also talks in his sleep but it really weird and it's mostly things that are in English but you can't understand them at all

Kaeya is also a blanket snatcher and will snatch your blanket if you aren't holding it tightly

I feel like he also sleeps with socks on but has a few special pairs of socks that have some cute patterns that he would rather be caught working with the fatui by his own brother than wear them outside once

Also sleeps in silk pyjamas, doesn't care if the cotton ones are easier to breathe through, he likes the feeling of silk on his skin

Kaeya loves his personal space and he doesn't like to be touched while he sleeps but makes up for it when he's awake but still in bed

The only exception is when it's cold outside, I headcannon he's naturally cold and he doesn't like it at all

His morning routine is 90% of him taking care of his face and showering

His skincare routine is also more expensive than some people's houses so don't touch his products plz

Kaeya will gladly teach you the basics of skin care and will buy you your own products that thinks will suit your skin better

He's also almost late to work every day so every day you see him put on his shoes calmly, take in a deep breath and then he kisses you goodbye and runs off like a mad man in order to get to the headquarters on time

Diluc

He has so much unprocessed trauma I would be surprised is sleep schedule is anything but a mess

Diluc doesn't sleep a lot, he would have a normal sleep schedule but since he has a lot of stuff to do all the time it stops him from sleeping property

Not only does he work as a bartender at Angel's share when Charles can't he also works as the Mondstat's one and only Dark Night Hero

He usually comes home around 4 or 5 am and will only sleep until like 8 and you will have to force him to have a nap in the afternoon

Also he sleeps in his everyday clothing and he's sometimes too tired to even take his coat off

Diluc sleeps on his stomach which causes him to have back and neck problems but it's the only way he can actually fall asleep

He's a really light sleeper which also adds up to his sleeping problem

Also he snores loudly, like really loudly, and he only snores at night for some weird reason

You discovered that because one day you accidentally woke up at like 6 am and you couldn't fall back asleep because of his loud snoring but you didn't dare to move since you knew how little rest he gets

He's not a morning person at all, if he didn't hate alcohol, he would be the person that chugs half a bottle of vodka in the morning just to keep him awake

Diluc usually starts his morning off with some personal hygiene and then starts doing the endless paperwork without even having breakfast or anything to drink

So out will have to force him to eat and drink so that he doesn't pass out from work

On the rare days he doesn't have any work to do he usually sleeps them off to make up for the time he didn't sleep

Albedo

Chalk boy over here also has a terrible sleep schedule

He's not really forcing himself to stay up but rather doesn't realize how late it is

You will have to pull him out of his work in order for him to go to sleep

Albedo has a special pair of pyjamas that he wears when he's sleeping and he only wears them because for his last birthday Klee has given him a pair of pyjamas that were originally grey but she hand painted them herself with the help of Jean and Lisa and he's been sleeping in them ever since

And when i say every day I mean every day

But don't worry he hand washes them every two days and takes special care of them in order to not wash of the fabric paint

His snores are also really quiet and quite cute, I recommend commenting on that if you wanna see him blush ^-^

Albedo usually sleeps on his stomach but unlike Diluc he is small enough to not crush you under his weight so he usually sleeps with his head on your stomach or buried in your neck

Pease touch his hair he melts when you do

Albedo can sleep for a looonng time if you don't wake him up so he relies on you to wake him up or else he'll spend the next 16 hours in bed sleeping without a care in the wold

When he wake up he does his usual morning routine, which is usually a quick shower, breakfast, brushing his teeth and his hair out, and then goes off to work

He will absolutely make you have a nap with him in the afternoon or whenever he feels tired

Xiao

He doesn't sleep much, hell I don't this man sleeps at all sometimes

Adepti don't really require sleep or food like normal humans do

It took a lot of time for him to trust you enough to sleep besides him

Xiao doesn't feel safe while sleeping at all, he also fears that his karmic dept might take affect on you so he keeps his distance for quite some time

For the first month or two he would wear his normal every day clothes but then you gift him a cute plain green onesie and at first he straight up refused to put 'that thing' on but he gave in and hasn't sleep in anything else since

At first he would be the big spoon so that he can protect you from any harm but when you spooned him for the first time he felt so safe and warm he never wanted to let go of that feeling ever again

After that he would ask you under his breath if you could spoon him more often, you barely understood what he was saying but perfectly understood what he wanted and needed.

He also regularly has nightmares which causes him to trash around and maybe whack you in the face once or twice but you're quick to calm him down

Xiao never really realized that he was hurting you until he gently hugged you and you winced because he accidentally touched the small mark he left the previous night after having another nightmare

Doesn't touch you or sleep with you for a week after that, he already hurt you enough but you don't really care so you coaxed him into sleeping with you again very easily since he missed your warmth a lot

He doesn't really have a morning routine but he does wake up every morning before you so that he can teleport to the Huaguang Stone Forest to pick some Qingxin flowers for you

He's also gets back into your arms right before you wake up so that it seems like he never left in the first place

But you always notice the new fresh bouquet of the beautiful white flower on your desk and thank him for it

T*rtaglia

Listen here ok I'mma be real with y'all

Turbulence sleeps exactly one hour less than normal people but makes it seem like he gets like 2 hours of sleep per night

"Ugh I didn't sleep last night at all😩😏" Like bro stfu

He also makes jokes about sleeping so little because he was with you last night or that he was training so hard or doing a mountain of paper work

While you know damn well he was with you entire night sleeping like a baby right by your side

He sleeps naked solely so that one day when a hypothetical intruder gets into your home he can scare them off by yelling at them while being completely naked 💀

But he will put a pair of pyjamas on if you're uncomfortable

He mostly sleeps on his side because he needs to hold something while he's sleeping, if you aren't with him that night he will hug your pillow and sleep like that

Tagliatelle also doesn't like to sleep when in a cold room so he will have one of those water bottles that people use for back pain and will put one in the pillow he's holding and two in the blanket itself

He's totally a morning person and has no problem with getting out of the bed in less than like 10 minutes unless you ask him not to

If he has a day off he won't sleep in that much but he will curl up beside you and 'accidentally' place his head on your boobs/chest

Y'all saying Terrorism is the caring older brother? WRONG he's the forgotten middle child. we ofc know about Tonia, Anthon and Teucer but he also has two older brothers and at least one older sister

I feel like he's the middle child that had to take all the responsibilities when the older three/four moved out

So yeah he can make a damn fine breakfast for you without skipping a beat

But don't let me even start on his personal hygiene

Like shower are fine ok and he baths once a week only because he can but like

I know damn well his back teeth are ROTTING

He only uses mouthwash and brushes the front and bottom part of the teeth so that they look presentable meanwhile his back teeth got their souls sucked out

Moving on from that Tellurium can't really spend the whole morning with you so he will have to leave you late in the morning.

Coffee? :>

[kitchenisking]

Rainy Fic Rec

Heyyyyyyyy! We're scheduled to have a rainy weekend so I though I would do a rec ☺️ and I might even do one tomorrow 😉

So here we gooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cross a Canyon (with a broken limb) by theroguesgambit - (Rating: T, Words: 18010, sterek)

“You never graduated,” Stiles says, just to say it. To test it out in the open air. That's... huh.

--

Stiles spends his senior year battling troll-gremlins, taking on an unexpected tutoring job, and definitely not falling for a certain sourwolf (even though everyone else seems to think he is).

Not related by madsmeetsmisha - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 40576, sterek)

"You mean... you mean that Talia is going to become my stepmom and Derek... Derek Hale will become my stepbrother?" Stiles heard his voice squeaking but seriously? Derek fucking Hale would be his stepbrother soon? Fuck his life!

Or: The one where Derek gets a new family, the Sherif becomes a werewolf and Stiles feels lonely and discovers a secret about his dead mother and himself. Oh and Derek and Stiles are mates but they are too stupid to notice...

You Make Me All Achy by Emela - (Rating: Mature, Words: 10965, sterek)

It was only when Derek’s head broke the water’s surface, he realised what was happening - he was being pulled under - and pushing against the boy, flung himself back out of reach, breathing heavily- from fear or the kiss, he couldn’t tell.

“What-” he began to ask but the boy raised his hand, cutting him off, staring at Derek wide-eyed, a look of great surprise on his face, before vanishing into the lake.

It was then that Derek saw it; the golden, red tail where a pair of legs should have been.

OR

The one in which Stiles is a merman, tries to drown Derek, but when he kisses him falls in love with him instead. (Oh, Stiles.)

Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon by secondstar - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 21317, sterek)

Being a teenager sucks. Being a werewolf teenager sucks even more. With a life full of holding back who he really is, not having any privacy whatsoever, and the seemingly sudden appearance of one Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale's life just got a whole lot harder.

Secondhand Soulmate by AnnoyinglyCute, Inell - (Rating: T, Words: 25211, sterek)

Not always, not even most of the time, but sometimes -- 24% of the time, statistically speaking -- people meet their soulmates and live happily ever after.

THIS isn't that story.

This is the story of Stiles Stilinski, whose soulmate died before he was born. This is the story of all the sorrows and heartache Stiles experienced, all the bullying and oppression from those who should know better but didn't. This is also the story of the friendships Stiles made along the way, of the battles he fought -- and won -- and the love that endured through it all.

You'll Be Mine and I'll Be Yours by tearsandholdme - (Rating: Mature, Words: 87383, sterek)

“Oh my god!” Stiles hissed, his back colliding with the door. “Oh my god! I slept with my boss, oh my god. I'm a walking cliché!”

It was supposed to be a one night stand. No complications, no feelings, no baggage. But then a missed doctor's appointment in his childhood comes back to haunt him and Stiles is left with a lot more than one very good night.

Let Our Walls Cave In by Fae_vorite, HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 119297, sterek)

[Complete with stunning artwork by Fae_vorite!] Thinking they're about to crash, Stiles spills his secrets to a stranger on a plane. At least, he thought he was a stranger... Until he later meets Derek, his company's young CEO, who now knows every humiliating detail about him and yet in spite of it all, seems to want to know more. But even as Stiles finds himself falling head over heels for him, he soon starts to realise he’s the only one offering full disclosure. What exactly is it that Derek has to hide?

This story starts out as a Sterek AU romance inspired by the ‘Can You Keep A Secret?’ movie/book by Elise Duran and Sophie Kinsella respectively. But it quickly turns into something more.

The Darkness Fades Away by heartsdesire456 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 44974, sterek)

After Derek is the one who saves Stiles from a terrible night gone wrong, they aren't the only ones forced to overcome barriers, break down walls, and try to rebuild their lives one step at a time.

Though, they are are the only ones doing it together.

What Goes Around by KouriArashi- (Rating: Mature, Words: 71451, sterek)

“Well,” Stiles says, “if they’re going to hunt werewolves, I’m going to hunt them.”

It’s a ridiculous statement from a ten-year-old, but he’s obviously one hundred percent sincere. For the first time since the fire, Peter feels life stir inside him, feels purpose. It’s kismet, clearly. He’ll never meet the child he would have had with Olivia. Instead he’s met this boy, this brilliant, determined, cynical child with a world of potential.

Peter kneels down in front of him so they’re at eye level. “How do you feel about doing that together?”

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 180079, sterek)

It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all.

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

[chosonore]

infatuation

infatuation [noun. strong but not usually lasting feelings of love or attraction]

pairing: kamo choso/f!reader

summary: in a spurt of recklessness, you hire an escort to help you learn about relationships and intimacy. what you didn't expect was to fall in love with him along the way. [part of the kamo escorts collab]

wordcount: 23.3k

content/warnings: escorts au, slow burn, language, smut!!!, fluff, soft dom!choso, reader is very oblivious and painfully awkward, awkward firsts, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (m + f receiving), fingering, uh somewhat public sex, loss of virginity, oral fixation, praise kink, lowercase is intended [VERY VERY UNEDITED]

a/n: hello here it is and finally done!!! i've been sitting at this for a week straight now and while i'm not super happy with it, it would've been a shame to just throw it out tbh. writing improvement is a slow progress after all! i'm dedicating this to @sukirichi who always hyped me up while i was writing this, happily welcomed me to the collab and who always supports my writing and i really appreciate it. thank you, from the bottom of my heart! (argh i have so many cut scenes that i ran out of space for dividers, sorry! hope the reading flow still makes sense though)

"that's what you were so worried about?" nobara looked at you incredulously, as if you grew two heads and asked for her firstborn. "you were scared that guys don't like you because you've never dated anyone?"

you let out an embarrassed whine, pushing at her arm in an attempt to get her to shut up. it wasn't your fault that she jumped to (multiple and very wrong) conclusions when you'd called her and maki, asking them to meet up so you could ask for advice. even maki looked mildly amused, patting your head apologetically. you were well aware of how ridiculous your issue sounds - the topic of dating had always made you anxious. you came from a very wealthy family that always sheltered and protected you from everything. you were their precious little girl after all; your father would rather drop dead than have you mingle with people who didn't treat you well and didn't deserve you. they meant well and it had never been an issue until you moved out to attend university (your parents had acted like you were leaving to travel the world and would never return, when really, you only moved two hours away from home).

even though nobara, maki and you had quickly become friends after you'd met at an event, you were wary to tell them about your background. it worried you, knowing how some people would treat you differently just to get on your good side and use you, so you opted to skirt around it as much as possible. it took you months until you opened up to them when you finally mustered up enough courage and trust to do so. they kept your secrets ever since, always protecting you and looking out for you. you were truly glad to be their friend. the two of them had grown suspicious when you kept declining their invites to join them for parties or to simply go to a bar and you were slowly starting to feel more and more guilty until you couldn't take it anymore and just confessed, asking them for advice.

"so that's why you're nervous even around inumaki," nobara concluded, propping her chin up in thought. "i didn't think your parents would be this protective. do they know that you want to start dating now?"

"no…" you confessed, fidgeting in your seat. "my dad, he um- he means well and usually has a good radar when he says that a guy doesn't deserve me. but i thought it was time to venture out on my own. it's good to have some experience, right?"

"i mean you're not wrong but i don't want you to be asking for advice simply because you feel pressured about dating since everyone else is doing it," maki retorted, giving you a concerned look.

you quickly shook your head. it wasn't that you felt pressured about not having any experience yet. you didn't necessarily want to admit to them that you were a hopeless romantic and liked the idea of being with someone; in the end, it was your own decision to venture. men made you nervous, you didn't know how to act around them and the thought of approaching a stranger by yourself was too scary. maybe it was a better idea to find someone to show you the ropes first, you felt embarrassed about your lack of knowledge and skills and - it wouldn't hurt to have some kind of dating training, right?

"i mean, technically, you could just ask one of the guys to take you out on a fake date. i'm sure megumi wouldn't mind," nobara was already pulling out her phone, making you grabbing her hand in panic and furiously shaking your head.

"i don't want to get them involved in this! it would make things pretty awkward and that's the last thing i would want. isn't there any other solution?" you explained quietly, playing with the hem of the dress. you felt bad for rejecting all their suggestions but you simply didn't want to be a burden to your other friends either.

"well," nobara and maki looked at each other grinning. "you could hire a fake boyfriend."

"really? you can hire tho-"

"escorts, y/n, escorts," nobara pushed her phone over to you, pointing on the screen. frowning, you read the little description. kamo escorts. you'd never thought about hiring someone, let alone knew enough about the topic. judging from nobara's face, she seemed to be well versed and it made you slightly suspicious.

"it's the easiest way for you and you have enough money to pay for their service. it's convenient, you can adjust it to your schedule and they'll send someone who fits your preferences. you choose the spot for your date and they'll make it happen, right? it's perfect and you don't have to worry about getting anyone involved," she explained, tapping at the bottom of the screen. "just give them a call, they'll walk you through the entire process. if you don't like it, you can find someone else or just abort mission."

"what do you mean they'll send someone who fits my preferences?" it did sound like an easy process, almost too easy. something was bound to go wrong, you could feel it. "i don't even know what my preferences are, so how could they possibly-"

"y/n, you might be blind but we are not," maki flicked your forehead playfully, she was more perceptive than you. "if you want, you can call them right now and we'll help you with the preferences, okay? maybe that'll ease your nerves a little."

"now?" you squeaked, eyes widening in horror. you weren't prepared at all; when you invited them over you were only planning to gather advice and then act on it.

"yeah! come on, it'll be fun and it's not like they can see your face," nobara grinned and was already dialing the number, moving away from you agilely before you could snatch the phone out of her hands. you wanted the earth to swallow you, why did they think that this was a good id-

"good evening, thank you for calling kamo escorts. my name is ijichi, how may i help you?" a male voice sounded from the phone, you instinctively dove behind the couch but maki was quicker and pulled you back with one fluid motion. curse her strength and speed.

"yes, hi, my friend here would like to hire an escort but she's too shy to do so, so we're helping her with the entire process. i hope you don't mind?"

"if it helps to ease the nerves, not at all."

nobars nudged you, holding the phone out. you pouted at her, shaking your head like a stubborn child. she rolled her eyes and pushed the phone into your hand forcefully, making you panic as you didn't want ijichi hearing your wrangling.

"um, yes, i- i'd like to hire someone but- ah nobara already mentioned that! it's for… for dates! i just need someone to go on dates with me."

"i see. is this a formal event?"

"n-no! i just need dating training of sorts, so casual is fine… if i do need to attend a formal event in the future, would that be a problem?"

"not at all, simply let us know when booking. our escorts are trained to be able to adapt to any situation and event, there is nothing you need to worry about, miss. do you have any specific preferences?"

"uh i-"

nobara leaned over your shoulder. "she prefers more mature guys! someone who's caring and attentive, someone who's not too outgoing and loud, it has to match her energy! since this is date training, there's probably going to be a lot of awkwardness so we'll need someone who is patient too. someone who can act like the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. as for looks, i think she's fine with everything- although wait, maybe dark hair. yep, dark hair."

you couldn't believe her, she practically directed the entire call for you as if she'd made a plan beforehand, knowing that it would come to this. there was no doubt that she'd had this in mind, this was nobara after all. maki, on other hand, was watching you amused; she didn't usually engage in whatever shenanigans nobara was up to but she was always a bystander who very much enjoyed your reaction just now.

"miss, do you agree with the listed preferences?" ijichi asked after a moment of silence. you could hear him typing and occasionally scribbling on paper.

"yeah, yes, that's fine. is it possible to book him on weekends? i don't know if this is going to work out just yet so maybe once a week on fridays? i've never done this before so yeah."

"that is doable, yes. if you wish to engage in sexual relations, you may discuss it with your escort. these services come at an additional cost, of course."

"i don't-"

nobara interrupts you again, smirking at you cheekily. "it would be beneficial, so please take that into consideration when choosing the escort!"

"alright, thank you," ijichi went silent for a minute while he was organizing the files and schedules. "there are some possible candidates with whom i have to check with first. i will get back to you, should they agree to the job. after that we can exchange personal information and contacts so we can discuss the matter further."

"okay um. thank you, mr ijichi, i appreciate your help," you thanked him bashfully, giving him your number before thanking him again. you were already so deep in thought that you didn't even listen to his reply. now you've really gone and done it. were you crazy? what if your parents found out? they'd riot and be immensely disappointed in you. getting some dating experience through dating an escort, only nobara could ever come up with something like this.

"how do you feel?" maki inquired and rubbed your shoulders in concern, seeing how quiet you suddenly grew. weakly shrugging with your shoulders, you grasped the fabric of your shirt and nervously fiddled with it. the entire ordeal filled you with anxiety, a myriad of thoughts circling in your brain. it was the first time doing something "reckless" and it left you feeling nauseous.

"i'm not sure." you hesitated. "i'm curious to see how it goes but it just makes me really nervous. how do i act around him? and what if he finds me weird?"

"i don't think he's going to think you're weird just because you get nervous around guys. and besides, ijichi said he'd find the perfect guy for you, yeah? don't worry about it too much. if you don't feel comfortable after the first date, we'll figure something out."

"i guess so… um, but you guys don't mind accompanying me to it? just to make sure it's not some weird guy?" upon seeing your hopeful face, the two girls couldn't say no - of course not, you were their precious, innocent friend. as amusing as this situation was to them, they wanted nothing more than to support you and see you happy as well. you had already done a tiny step out of your little, sheltered world and much more was to come.

the ring of your phone nearly scared you to death, making you drop the book you were holding. quietly cursing, you picked it up and placed it on the table before answering the phone. who was even calling you at this time? everyone knew you were busy in the evening, slaving away on your assignments. it must be really important to interrupt your workflow like this- you almost dropped your phone in shock when you recognized ijichi's voice on the other side. admittedly, you forgot about the entire ordeal and didn't expect him to get back to you so soon. "good evening, ms y/n. i'm calling you regarding your inquiry so we can finalize all the details."

"u- uhm yes! thank you for calling!"

although ijichi was kind and patient, you were still nervous as you scribbled the details on a piece of paper. your escort's name was choso, he was a few years older than you and his schedule was very flexible. there wasn't more info, ijichi had announced that choso would call you as soon as possible. dread filled your stomach - it was nerve wracking to meet new people, not to mention someone you hired to be your fake boyfriend for the day. and now that you knew he was calling, all focus and concentration was thrown out the window. silently, you sat at the table and stared at your phone, waiting for the screen to light up. maki and nobara didn't need to know about this new development just yet as you wanted to navigate this on your own before telling them.

not too long after, your phone rang again, an unknown number flashing across the screen. it had to be him. even though you mentally prepared yourself for minutes, the anxiety came back full force. with trembling hands, you picked up, holding your breath as you waited for an answer. a deep, rather dulcet voice greeted you from the other side. you liked the sound of his voice, it almost put you at ease if it wasn't for your mind that constantly reminded you what was going on. you hastily introduced yourself to him and told him why you were requesting his services. the entire time, he was silent and let you speak - although you appreciated that he didn't interrupt you, every second that was passed in silence agonized you.

"hello y/n, my name is choso and i'll be your escort for the time being. ijichi told me you were looking for someone to pose as your fake boyfriend?"

"ah, uh yes sort of! i don't… have any experience when it comes to boyfriends and that kind of stuff. and i- i just wanted to learn what it's like to d- date and- and," your voice got smaller and smaller, until it was a mere whisper that was filled with all kinds of embarrassment that you felt. you couldn't help it, hopefully choso was still able to decipher what you were explaining. "you know, k- kissing and all that stuff. i've never done it with anyone before."

"i see," choso paused for a second, making your heart race. "i can't say i've had this situation before but i'm confident in my skills to guide you through this. before we first meet, let's set some boundaries so you feel comfortable at all times, okay?"

you hummed and nodded, although he couldn't see you over the phone. choso sounded like what nobara had described your ideal type - ijichi really had delivered and chosen the best possible match. choso knew what to say and how to steer the conversation in such a way that it didn't make you feel helpless or anxious. and you, in turn, felt like you could trust him with this issue.

"y- yes! uhm when i first called ijichi, a friend of mine helped me with the process and requested someone who was comfortable with sexual relations but… uh, to be honest, i never thought of requesting them. i'm not entirely sure if i want to do it either… i want to approach this in a slow manner, as slow as possible."

"alright, i can work with that. as for our first meeting, have you picked a time and location?"

you sighed in relief. choso seemed like a really nice and understanding person, leaving most of the options up to you. you knew it was part of his job but it felt nice to know that he was so forthcoming and accommodating. for the first date, you’d chosen a nice restaurant that had good reviews and little private booths. even though there was no way your father would ever magically appear and find out about your escapades, you were still trying to be secretive and cautious. the restaurant was situated in a widespread estate with beautiful gardens, the perfect spot to take stroll after dinner. in all the romance books you’d consumed, these type of dates seemed to be very popular - you thought to yourself why not? as you discussed your plans with him, you briefly wondered what he looked like. it felt weird asking him about it and you'd meet him soon anyways. maybe he looked like what you thought his personality was - like a prince charming? the prince that your dad had always assured you would come along. a small giggle left your lips at the thought of it; it was silly to believe it would turn out to be the love of your life. though it made you giddy thinking of your prince charming.

“is everything okay?”

“ah sorry, everything’s fine! i just had a silly thought a moment ago, that’s all,” reassuring choso quickly, you rubbed your cheeks in embarrassment. he must’ve thought that you were going crazy. “anyways, thank you for um, everything. i feel more comfortable now that i’ve discussed the details with you, thank you for being so patient. i look forward to meeting you!”

on the other end, choso hesitated, startled by your sudden enthusiasm when you were rather shy and timid before. it seemed that you were willing to open up a little more. he was curious himself, never having dealt with such a case before. usually, only experienced people who were looking for eye candy to accompany them to fancy events would hire him. he couldn’t imagine what you were like before meeting - it was nicer to get to know you in person after all, for the sake of a date setting. still, how were you able to afford the services? considering you were most likely a college student, he couldn’t fathom what lengths you went just to gain some experience. though he supposed, he shouldn’t judge you too quickly.

“i look forward to meeting you as well. see you on saturday, y/n.”

for hours you’d gone back and forth between outfits - casual? or more cute? maybe a mix of both? maki wasn’t much of a help either, mostly just giving you a thumbs up for every outfit while nobara had something to criticize about every outfit. you sighed, tossing yet another shirt onto the heaping pile of clothes. it was hard trying to impress someone that you didn’t know. the last item on your list was a simple, flowy dress and it seemed to be the best fit. you didn’t want to agonize over the choices any longer, seeing that the date was inching closer and closer. maki looked like she was bored out of her mind as well, scrolling through her phone as she was lounging on your couch with nobara. “are you sure you’ll be fine?” maki questioned you again. she was relieved about your good mood, how you were less apprehensive about the entire ordeal. when you first told them about choso after the phone call, you sounded slightly excited and were gushing about how nice he had been. you were hopeful that you could learn a lot from him. however, maki couldn’t help but worry about you, constantly making sure you were feeling okay.

“i’m sure i’ll be fine, don’t worry! we agreed to just have dinner today and let me test the waters… we’re really just doing whatever i feel comfortable doing for now,” you explained to the two of them, smoothing out the dress before grabbing your bag. “so yeah, i’m ready, i think. i mean if anything was to happen, i’ll let you know right away. i really have to go now though, you guys coming?”

nobara made a noise of protest, not wanting to get up from your bed which promptly earned her a nudge from maki. you giggled at your friend’s antics, grasping her arm to pull her up. as lighthearted and happy as you acted, you tried to hide your nervousness in front of your friends. worrying them did no good. as the three of you made your way to the restaurant, you checked your phone to see a text message from choso who asked to meet you in front of the building. you agreed, telling him that you would be there soon. the phone pinged again, choso had sent you a simple smiley. it made you grin a little, earning a suggestive glance from nobara whom you gently shoved.

"text us if anything happens, yeah? we can also pick you up afterwards so don't worry about it," maki reminded you again as you rounded the corner of the street, stopping mere meters in front of the restaurant so you could say goodbye to them. again, you reassured them that you would do as they suggested. you would be fine, because after all, choso was a professional. waving at your friends’ retreating figures, you slowly walked towards the entrance and let your eyes wander. the streets were busy, you couldn’t immediately make out anyone who was waiting in front of the restaurant. not that you really knew what choso looked like, you just hoped your search wouldn’t get more difficult with people waiting in the front. glancing at your reflection on the windows of a parking car, you made sure that you looked presentable and approachable.

“y/n?” your soul nearly left your body as you got startled by a deep voice behind you, now suddenly being aware of the figure behind you. whirling around, you almost hit the other person with your small bag with the swing. your eyes widened and you apologized profusely, fussing around to make sure the person was okay until you paused. wait a minute. this person knew your name. abruptly leaning back so you could look at the person’s face - they were very, very tall - you incredulously stared at them before spluttering: “c- choso? you’re choso?”

the taller male nodded, gently grasping your shoulders to steady you. on your bare skin, his hands felt scalding hot, making you painfully aware of how close you stood to each other. choso, for a lack of better terms, looked nothing like you’d expected but you couldn’t complain. he was attractive, very much so. he almost fit into the bad boy category, the type of men your dad would never let you close to. you felt inexplicably drawn to choso, like a moth to flames and you just couldn’t look away. he stared back at you, dark eyes glinting with concern as he took in your form. as your voice had suggested, you appeared to be a rather shy and timid person, looking at him like a deer in headlights. choso thought you were adorable, the way you were holding onto the sleeves of his shirt to not fall.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hit you! you just really scared me there,” you apologized again, letting go of the fabric in embarrassment. luckily, he didn’t seem to mind, patiently waiting until you were composed again.

“don’t worry about it, i’m okay. it’s nice to finally meet you. should we head inside?” he offered you his arm which you gratefully took and followed him inside. truth to be told, you were starstruck by him, still too flabbergasted to say another word. thankfully, choso had picked up on your speechlessness, silently chuckling to himself as he led you to your private booth. you sat across from him, quietly thanking the waiter as he handed you the menu. eyes flitting back and forth between it and choso, you fiddled with the hem of your dress. what would you even talk about? you felt awkward, not knowing what to ask him; your confidence had suddenly vanished with the earlier incident.

“you look like you’re about to faint,” choso teased you, giving you a cheeky smile. “i’m not gonna bite you, i promise. i’m supposed to be your fake boyfriend, right? ask me whatever you want, just act like we’re good friends. it’ll get better with time.”

you nodded eagerly, face heating up at the mention of boyfriends. how does one even act around them without prior experience? let’s not dwell on it for too long, you thought to yourself. fidgeting on your seat, you pointed at the menu. "do you already know what you'll be getting? a lot of people online recommended their signature dish so i thought we could try it… but all of their dishes sound really good!"

“how about we order different dishes and try from each other then?” choso suggested in response, amusedly watching how your eyes lit up at his idea. you nodded quickly, delving back into the menu to find your desired dish. glancing over to his side to see what he was looking at, you then pushed your menu over to him, pointing at the dish you would be ordering. choso nodded in understanding, skimming the pages until he found a dish that complimented it. not wanting to let you wait any longer, he gave the waiter a sign, ordering for the two of you. across of him, you stayed quiet, still contemplating what to ask him.

“feel free to ask me anything,” choso reminded you again, propping his chin on his hand and leaned closer to you. “when you first get to know someone, dates are really just to spend time with each other and getting to know the other person. if there’s something you two have in common, you’ll just go from there and bond over it, yeah?”

humming in thought, you nodded and looked up at him. “so uhm… what do you like to do in your free time? i’m still in uni, so i spend most of my days studying. but i really like reading when i’m free and i also volunteer at an animal shelter. the pets there make me really happy!”

“my job takes up the majority of my time, so i try to spend time with family and friends as much as possible. my younger brother has gotten me into surfing and paddle boarding, i really enjoy doing that. what do you study, if i may ask?”

“i want to become a veterinarian in the future! it’s been my dream ever since i was younger, so yeah… you said you have a younger brother? i have an older sister but we don’t have much in common since she’s a lot older than me. but um surfing! so you spend a lot of time at the beach, right? i haven’t been there in a long time.”

“if you still wish to continue after today’s date, we could go to the beach next time? i can teach you, it’s not that difficult.”

surprised, your eyes widened at his suggestion. he seemed to be confident that there would be a next time and you couldn’t even deny that possibility. so far, you were easing into the conversation more and more - the process was more natural than the whole setting suggested. though he still made you nervous, he had been nothing but respectful of your space and friendly. not to mention that you were attracted to him as well; if you hadn’t hired him, you could imagine actually getting close to him.

"i- i'd love that." as you told him more about yourself and listened to his stories, you didn’t notice how much time had passed until the waiter suddenly appeared in front of you, presenting you the dishes. your mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious dishes, you couldn’t wait to dig in. quickly thanking the waiter, you then took a bite from the dish after he left. you sighed in satisfaction, taking your time to properly taste the first bite.

“this is so good, you need to try it!” you gushed, pushing your plate closer to the middle of the table. choso chuckled, sharing his plate with you as well. as you took in all the side dishes, he'd already taken it upon himself to pick up a smaller piece with his chopsticks, nudging it towards you. you looked at him confused, then back at the small piece of food. was he trying to-? carefully, you leaned in and let him feed you, confusion and hesitation immediately melting at the taste. the food made you happy, but the unusual intimacy and closeness that he just showed you wasn't lost in between the myriad emotions.

as you had dinner, the previous conversation continued. choso was a few years older than you, has been working in this industry for two years now and preferred coffee over tea. he disliked early mornings and liked to sleep in until noon. his most precious and valued object was a polaroid camera, he wanted to have photos commemorating important occasions or moments that were special to him. all these little details made you feel like he was less of an escort that you'd hired but more of a friend. much to your surprise, the conversation ran smoothly and there were no awkward, silent gaps. you supposed it was only natural; you felt comfortable with him so it was easy to talk. had it been any other guy who didn't understand you or your intentions so well, you probably would've closed up.

"do you want to take a stroll around the estate? i heard the gardens are really beautiful," you asked choso, a hopeful glint in your eyes. dinner was finished long ago, silence filled with light conversation and teasing from choso’s side. you weren’t sure where to go from this or how to suggest being… more intimate. choso had suggested you would go slow - but how slow was too slow? and if you were to go with the flow, when would be the right time?

“i would love to,” choso’s reply pulled you out of your thoughts, focusing your attention back to him. lost in your thoughts, you nodded and called a waitress over to pay the bill. you felt choso’s gaze on you, making you queasy. what did he think of you? or this entire ordeal? you wondered. as he stood up and moved behind you, you nearly jumped out of your skin when he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant. the touch was unfamiliar, heavy and scalding even through your clothes, but not unwelcome. a strange feeling welled up in your chest, crawling its way up your throat, constricting it in such a way that it distracted you from coherent thoughts.

seeming to notice your conflict, choso stepped to the side, offering you his hand. you glanced at it, hesitating. “boyfriend experience, remember?” he grinned at you, patiently waiting until you took his hand. his hand was much bigger, almost entirely engulfing yours as you intertwined your fingers. gently swinging your arms back and forth with the flow, choso lead the way through the paths of the garden. having looked forward to it, you suddenly found yourself too distracted by him. the flowers and trees were beautiful and so were the statues but he was the one that caught your attention.

“my hands aren’t sweaty, are they?” you asked after a moment of silence, stopping to face choso. he laughed and shook his head, flicking your forehead gently.

“stop worrying about things too much, you’ll be fine. you don’t see me complaining, do you?”

“i mean that’s true… but i can’t help it! there’s just a lot to uh, think about…” your voice trailed off, you let his hand go to cover your face in embarrassment. choso inched closer to you, grasping your hands to pry them off your face. remaining stubborn, you pulled them back in, a giggle breaking from your lips when he tried again, playfully pinching your cheeks.

“want me to take your mind off said things?” he asked with a low voice, inching in further until your back hit a tree trunk behind you. he was so close, too too close. weakly, you pushed at his chest, trying to get him to back off. the sudden closeness that threw you off - your heart was racing at a million miles an hour, the endless possibilities dancing around your head. “how so?” your voice came out quiet and breathless, as if you were anticipating anything, something… his touch perhaps?

“do you feel comfortable with me?” without hesitating, you nodded in agreement. choso didn’t question you any further, simply gave you a knowing smile before diving in and pressing his lips against yours. instinctively, you stiffened, hands clenching around the fabric of choso’s shirt. breath caught up in your throat, you struggled to ease into it. you pulled away from him, squeezing your eyes shut in shame.

“i’m sorry that-”

“don’t apologize,” choso comforted you quickly, clasping your hands in his and intertwining them. thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hands, he lifted one of them to press a kiss against your knuckles. you blinked perplexed; your heart fluttered at the gesture. “don’t overthink it, there’s no science to it, yeah? just follow the flow, whatever feels good. we’ll go from there.”

giving you a moment to collect yourself, he leaned back in, silently waiting for permission. again, your breath hitched but this time, it wasn’t the nervousness. it was his eyes that drew you in, demanding all of your attention. dark, with unknown depths, that glimmered with mischief. ever so slightly, you tilted your head up to meet his lips. his warm lips pressed against yours, slowly testing the waters and letting you set the pace before deepening the kiss. now less hesitant, you kissed him back with more fervour, losing yourself in the feeling. it felt awkward and strange now that you let him guide you, leaving more space for you to ponder about the feeling that it evoked inside of you. you were glad he was holding your hands, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. the kiss brought forth a pleasant, tingling feeling - the sort of feeling that pulled you in, lulling you in warmth.

when choso pulled away, you almost mewled in disappointment, chasing after him. he let out a breathy laugh, cupping your cheek. “how did that feel? was it okay?”

“y- yeah, i liked it. felt very strange at first but once i was able to ease into it, it was… more natural and felt really good,” you explained to him shyly, leaning into his hand. longingly, you gazed at him. would it be weird to ask for another kiss? you wanted explore the feelings more, the intimacy of it, wanted to feel more of him. as if sensing that you were craving more, choso leaned in again, stopping a few centimeters in front of your face. with a sudden surge of boldness, you closed the distance between you, leaning up to kiss him. choso's arm snaked around your waist, pressing you closer to his body. gradually your body felt hotter, a dull ache accompanying it, spreading across the expanse of your stomach.

before you could act on the urge, choso pulled away again, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your lips. "sorry, i don't want to get too carried away and we're… uh in public," he laughed at your horrified expression upon realizing your mistake. "i take it that you're still comfortable with this? do let me know if it gets too overwhelming for you.”

“n- no, it’s fine! it was uh, an interesting insight. i just wasn’t expecting to really get into this, considering- considering i hired you for this and don’t really know you.”

choso hummed in agreement. “i guess there has to be at least a smidge of attraction for it to work, yeah?” you looked at him stunned, trying to decipher the look in his eyes. you couldn’t place it; couldn’t place the feeling of longing that was emerging in you. when he looked at you like that, it was difficult to remind yourself that he was just an escort that you hired for your personal problems. when he looked at you like that, it filled you with warmth, making you want to pretend that he really cared about you as if you were in a relationship.

“yeah… yeah, i guess so.”

nervously, you were twiddling with your phone, contemplating whether to text choso or not. after the last “date”, you felt confident enough in continuing your… relationship of sorts. he was great at guiding you, always making sure you were comfortable and moving at your pace. you did let him know that you would book another session, you just hadn’t set up a date or time yet. and casually texting him felt awkward. hey, how’s your day? oh by the way, i wanna book another session so we can make out haha? maybe calling was a better idea. there was no plan ahead, never did you think you would even get this far.

the dial tone made you nervous. you chewed on your bottom lip as you waited for him to pick up, bouncing your leg up and down. maybe he was busy? it was early in the afternoon after all, he was probably already out with other clients. “hello? y/n?” choso sounded groggy, his voice raspy and deep as if he’d just gotten up. it sent electric shocks right down your spine, raising goosebumps across your skin. never had you thought about a man’s morning voice before, but choso had you wondering, imagining. you spluttered: “oh hey uh are you busy? i’m not interrupting you with something, am i?”

“not at all, i just got up,” choso admitted with a quiet chuckle. “everything okay? are you calling in for another appointment?”

“ah, yeah! i thought that we worked quite well and there’s still a few more things i want to learn with you, if you’re up for it? if you’re comfortable with it too, of course!”

“mhmm, i wouldn’t mind,” choso pondered from the other side. sounds of rustling and a few clangs resounded before you could clearly hear his voice again. you were glad that he agreed to it, meaning that you weren’t entirely… hopeless in that department. for days, his words were ghosting around in your head, a constant reminder that he seemed to find you attractive as well. not that he showed it, staying professional despite the nature of your relationship. it was nice to imagine that someone would look at you like that, at your shy and timid self.

choso was meticulous about his work, working on every detail and concern until he was satisfied. even though he looked so easy going, from time to time he had to admit that he was a perfectionist and easily frustrated when something didn't go the way he expected. so when you rolled around, so innocently asking for help, it threw him off. the feelings of confusion grew when he first met you, unable to pinpoint the origin of this urge, possessive and demanding, reaching its tendrils out to you. the way you reached out to him for help, the fact that you wanted to continue, wanted him to teach you. it thrilled him to the core when it really should not. he had to remain professional. but he was curious, so curious. indulging a little wouldn't hurt, right?

to choso's surprise, the next venue you'd chosen was the own comfort of your home. you were barely acquaintances, more like strangers, and yet you felt confident to invite him here. at the phone you had told him that your friends thought you had weird ideas about dates due to only seeing glorified versions of them on tv shows and movies. it embarrassed you enough to take their advice, inviting choso over for a movie night as opposed to visiting another fancy venue with him. prior to the date, you went through movie suggestions and rented the ones that you thought were interesting and enjoyable for the two of you. despite your put together attire and look, your apartment did not reflect the sentiment. it was a little chaotic; books and paper stacking up in every free corner of the apartment, pens strewn across surfaces and here and there choso could spot memorabilia and photos.

you gave choso an apologetic look when you let him in. despite your best efforts to clean up, you were still not happy with the outcome. tidying wasn't your strong suit but you tried to make it as accommodating as possible. choso assured you that he didn't mind at all, telling you that it added to the charm of the apartment. it was unusual to have someone other than your friends or family in the apartment - your home was your sacred space that you rarely ever showed anyone else, let alone someone you had hired. choso took a seat on the couch, turning to look at you as you went to grab some glasses and drinks.

"i uh, told my friends about my plans and they just told me i have weird expectations of dates," you explained choso, placing the items you'd grabbed on the coffee table and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "they said it would probably just be better to have a simple movie night since a lot of people do that. and it would… make things a lot easier i- if we go fu- further…" the implication was hanging in the air, you didn't dare to speak them out. choso gave you a knowing smile, patting the empty space beside him. gingerly, you sat next to him, squeaking in surprise when he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side. with wide eyes, you stared at him, still trying to wrap your head around the casual close proximity with the taller male.

wordlessly, you started a random movie, trying to focus on it. throughout the duration of it, choso would ask you questions about your day, how uni was going or whether you felt comfortable. you couldn't focus, not with him being so close. how you made it through the first movie you didn't know. you were hyper aware of choso's wandering hands, the ghost touches his fingers left, how he absentmindedly rubbed your legs that were resting on his lap. straining to keep your eyes on the screen, your neck already felt stiff from the tension.

"i can tell that you're distracted, you know?" choso hummed, hands squeezing your legs gently to catch your attention. pretending to not be affected by it, you shook your head. you didn't want to show him that you wanted to proceed, not yet.

"i'm trying to concentrate," you shushed him quietly, playfully pushing at his arm but still not looking over to him. silence. you assumed you'd convinced him that there was nothing wrong until you felt his hands innocently move a little higher, rubbing the top of your thighs. clenching your fists, you stayed put, unwavering in your resolve. choso's hands wandered, alternating between featherlight touches to using more pressure. he kept his eyes on you, gauging your reactions to him. you brought your hand up to cover half of your face. it was embarrassing, the way your breath came out laboured in response. without warning, arms were hooked under your knees, dragging you across the couch and seated you on his lap. you made a noise in protest, now finally paying attention to him. choso wasn’t sure why but it had bothered him that you were so adamant on keeping your attention on the movie as opposed to keeping your eyes on him.

choso wasn’t sure why but he craved your attention, wanted you to look at him only. his resolve crumbled when you looked at him with wide eyes, grasping the sleeves of his shirt to steady yourself. he couldn’t help but kiss you, swallowing your surprised mewl before you returned the kiss. pleased at your eagerness, he gradually deepened the kiss, licking at the seams of your lips. you gasp in surprise and parted your lips slightly, whimpering in anticipation. it felt unfamiliar and yet thrilling at the same time, fueling and flaring up the dull ache in the pit of your stomach. before choso could go any further, you pulled away and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “what’s wrong? did i go too far?” he questioned concerned, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“no, no, not at all,” reassuring him quickly, you awkwardly turned in his lap, legs still thrown over it. “i uh just wanted to try to take initiative myself, figure things out without getting hints from you… if that’s okay?”

a sigh of relief left choso’s lips. silently, he gave you his approval and leaned back, watching as you shuffled clumsily. finally, you straddled his lap and placed your hands on his chest. in the dim light, you couldn’t make out his face expression - choso was glad that you couldn’t, otherwise you would have been able to see how much it was affecting him, how he was slowly losing his composure and control around you. but this was about you, he was there to help you explore this type of intimacy. releasing another shaky breath, you then leaned in and softly kissed him. you kept a languid tempo, slowly and surely cracking his restraint. trying to mirror what he’d done earlier, you pushed further, timidly licking into his mouth as he parted his lips.

seemingly not being able to hold back anymore, choso pushed against you with equally as much fervour, gripping your chin and tilting your head ever so slightly. his lips moved against yours, sucking your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from you. again the ache in the pit of your stomach was flaring up, uncomfortable and yearning for relief; you moved against his lap, pressing your body against his when your crotch dragged against the bulge in his jeans. choso groaned, hands flying to grasp your hips and steady you.

dazed, you gave him a confused look. choso cleared his throat, lifting his hips ever so slightly so you could feel his arousal again. when the realization hit you, your face heated up - you were surprised to find out that he felt aroused… by you.

“oh.”

“yeah.” choso retorted dryly, hands rubbing at his face in embarrassment. “fuck, i’m so sorry. it wasn’t meant to get out of hand like this, i don’t know how far you planned ahead for today but i-”

“uhm if you don’t mind…” you hesitated. but curiosity simply got the better of you, you wanted to see him breathless and feel as hot and bothered as you did. “could i uhm. you know? give you a handjob? only if you don’t mind because i want to know how to please uhm, please people.”

choso swore under his breath. you had no idea how painfully hard you were making him. quietly encouraging you, he leaned in to kiss you again and guided your hands to his jeans. you fumbled with the button and zipper, hands trembling slightly. it took you a few tries until you were finally able to unzip his pants, a giggle left your lips at the thought of how clumsy you were. your hands gently rubbed at the tent in his boxers, breath hitching as choso’s hips jerked. gaining some courage, you slightly put on more pressure and watched fascinated when choso’s fingers digged into the fleshy skin of your hips in anticipation. slowly, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down until it revealed his cock. choso hissed at the cold air that was biting at his skin.

carefully, you wrapped your hand around the shaft, marvelling at how the skin felt on your hands. sensing your cluelessness, choso wrapped his larger hand around yours and guided you into a slow rhythm to get you used to the movement. sucking in a deep breath between his teeth, he praised you: “you’re doing good, y/n. fuck, you’re being such a good girl.”

your heart soared at the praise. eagerly, you leaned up to kiss him, still stroking him in slow movements. choso moaned against your lips, the deep sound spurring you on, eager to hear more of his reactions. when you finally felt more comfortable continuing on your own, choso pulled his hands away and instead settled them on the small of your back, sliding them down until they were resting on your bum. you wrapped your other hand around him as well and paid attention to his reactions, adjusting the pressure and pace accordingly. choso buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet praises in between his moans. eventually your name left his lips; it set your entire body in flames, desperate want clinging onto your bones.

“fuck, i’m close,” he groans against the skin of your neck, hips rutting up to meet your movements more frantically now. you weren’t entirely sure what to do, opting to simply match the pace. shudders wrecked through choso’s body as he came, warm cum painting your small hands and running down your fingers. he was panting, leaning back against the couch and watching you with hooded eyes. the sight in front of you stirred something inside of you - choso’s flushed face, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, his kiss-bitten lips. with curiosity, you inspected the liquid on your hand. lazily, choso grasped your wrist, holding them away from you. “‘m sorry. do you have a tissue?”

you tilted your head, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater with your other hand. “uh i- i’ve heard from others… um. can i try?” you asked quietly. choso’s grip on your wrist weakened; he gave you an incredulous look, as if you few two heads. out of all things, he didn’t expect you to suggest that. fuck, he felt the blood rushing right back down to his cock. just the thought of you, doing that - it was enough to make him cum again. “go ahead, if you feel like it,” choso whispered in a low voice. dark urges overcame him again, begging him to give in, to make you bend to his will, to submit, to-

his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he saw you unashamedly pop a finger in your mouth, licking the come from it. there wasn’t any reaction from you really, you gave him a sheepish smile afterwards and gratefully took the tissue he offered you. he helped you wipe your hands, diving in for another kiss. “sorry, i think i just short circuited,” choso laughed embarrassedly, another kiss was pressed to your temple. “that was just… uh- fuck.”

“r- really?” you stammered, hiding your face in your hands. “it’s okay if it wasn’t that great for you, it was my first time after all, i-”

choso hushed you, going for another open mouthed kiss, eliciting a whimper from you. “yeah, really. fuck, the things i want to do to you,” he shook his head, not wanting to get sidetracked again. “but this is about you. we’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. did you feel like you learned enough for today?”

“mh- hmm. thank you,” you leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as a sudden tiredness washed over you. choso’s fingers dancing across your skin were slowly lulling you into a comfortable slumber. “what is it that you want to do to me? will you show me one day?”

choso cursed, shivers running down his spine.

“if you want to, of course.”

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now that you’d met choso a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that you took some liking to him. after that fateful day, nothing else had happened as you wanted to work on easing into relationship dynamics and feeling less insecure about things - choso had been nothing but sweet and mindful about it, even went out of his way to find suitable locations for your dates. somewhere along the way you had started to text more casually, the strictly business type texting long forgotten. gradually, the two of you opened up to each other, the lines between escort and client slowly blurring and intertwining.

choso had promised to pick you up after your shift at the animal shelter for your next date; for today he had suggested you come over to his place for a change. the thought that he was willing to let you in his home, let you have a glimpse into his personal life, it made you giddy with anticipation. despite getting closer to each other, he remained a mysterious person and you didn't want to pry. after all, you were merely his client. but what if you were more- patting your cheeks to put some sense back into you, you leaned down to pet the dogs. unbeknownst to you, choso had already entered the building and watched you with a soft smile as you gave each of the dogs their deserved belly rubs before you left.

you didn't take any notice of him until some of the dogs perked up and carefully trudged over to sniff at the stranger. turning around on your heels, your eyes widened as you took in choso's tall figure. you quickly apologized, telling him that you would be joining him right away to which he simply shook his head and reassured you that you were fine. your co-workers were eyeing choso curiously, one of them wiggling their eyebrows at you. in response, you waved it off, too embarrassed to set the record straight. choso looked so awfully much like a boyfriend in this moment - the way he was dressed in casual clothes that accentuated his physical features so well, the soft smile he gave you as he offered you his hand to take, the way he sounded genuinely interested and curious when he asked you about your day.

silently, you took his hand and followed him out of the building - you could feel your co-workers’ inquisitive gazes like laser beams on your back. while they were never particularly nosy about your personal life, it was unusual that someone would pick you up from work; much less someone that you seemed to be romantically interested in. surely, they would grill you the next time you would return to work. “they think you’re my boyfriend,” you explained to choso sheepishly, glancing down at your intertwined hands. choso squeezed your hand and nudged your side gently. “am i not?” he winked at you cheekily, making your face heat up. he had asked in such a serious voice that you’d briefly questioned yourself.

“n- no, not really,” you replied quietly, looking away from him. choso reached around you to open the car door for you. in the window reflection you could see his face expression; it was rather somber, almost as if your words had hurt him in a way. the emotion was gone from his face when you blinked. maybe you had just imagined it. getting close to him on that level was unattainable, no matter how you twisted it. it just wasn't right.

the car ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of choso's car playlist accompanying you. somewhere along the way he had reached out to intertwine your fingers, resting his hand on your thigh. holding hands was almost natural to you now, the way his hands automatically sought out yours whenever possible. in response, your heart was racing, filling with the all too familiar feeling of yearning. whether you were simply yearning for the intimacy and closeness of a relationship or for him, you weren't entirely sure. while choso had told you about himself for the sake of the fake dating, there were still unknown facettes. it was impossible for you to get to know all of him, not when he was selling a fantasy to you. and yet, you found yourself craving more of him, beyond what he was willing to show you.

choso parked his car in the garage, turning his body sideways so he could look at you. "you okay? you look like you were quite lost in thoughts," he hummed curiously, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. what could you possibly answer to that? hey i'm questioning our fake relationship and it's going beyond what i expected? abruptly, choso hoisted you across the seat onto his lap as if you'd weighed nothing. "a penny for your thoughts? or should i take your mind off things?"

"i- i think i would… rather not talk about it," you whispered quietly, gaze skirting away from his eyes. choso frowned, slightly irritated - he had a small inkling why he reacted this way but banned the thought to the back of his head. he understood that as a client, you wouldn't disclose details of your private life to him. but he found it difficult to circumvent your dropping mood when he couldn't tell what was going on.

"i understand," choso was about to open the door when you suddenly cupped his chin and dove in for a kiss. he was caught off guard - rarely did you ever initiate kisses, usually shyly asking beforehand. feeling bold, you pressed you pressed your hips down, grinding against his crotch. choso groaned, gripping your hips to guide you while thrusting his hips up to meet yours. he enjoyed how you shuddered at the newfound pleasure, the delicious friction making your toes curl. "does baby want me to take her mind off things?" he murmured with a raspy voice, peppering kisses across your jaw.

"please," you mewled needily, hands grabbing onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. choso complied, sliding his hand up to tangle in your hair and gently pulled at it, tilting your head back. you were panting by the time he was moving down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. lower and lower, until he reached the top of your breasts; with swift movements, he yanked your shirt and bra upso , pressing open mouthed kisses to them before wrapping his lips around your nipple. your voice cracked as you moaned his name, hands flying up to bury your hands in his hair. distracted by the ministrations, you didn’t notice choso’s free hand sliding down your front until you feel the coldness of his hands on your skin. you squirmed, giggling at the cool sensation - the giggle died abruptly when he dove lower, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy languidly.

“c- choso! we’re still in the g- garage, people can see!” you stuttered scandalized, tugging at the tips of his hair to grab his attention. choso simply hummed, carrying on as if you hadn’t just told him your concerns. rubbing circles on your clit, he watched with satisfaction how your legs were trembling, writhing in pleasure. just the sight of you - hickeys on your neck, slightly swollen lips, shirt pushed up to reveal your tits, his hands down your pants - it was so arousing and thrilling, he almost didn’t want to stop.

“the windows are tinted and no one’s around at this time… do you really want me to stop?” he murmured with a low voice, fingers pushing your panties to the side to gather the slick up on his fingers. “look at you, how much you’re craving it. the want is written all over your face, baby. do you want to stop now?”

before you know it, choso’s hand is suddenly hovering over your face, fingers glimmering with your arousal. you shot him a dazed look, confusion evident on your face. “open,” he instructed softly, slowly and carefully sliding his fingers in your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands gingerly grasped his wrist. your lips wrapped around them, tasting the liquid curiously. his breath hitched, blood shooting down his groin - fuck, you were going to kill him. tentatively, he thrusted his fingers, slow enough so he could gauge your reaction to it. you didn’t know what it was - the taste of yourself, the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the way he was looking at you with hooded eyes and a hungry expression on his face; it made you squirm, eagerly for more. choso immediately took notice of your sudden mood shift. barely noticeable, your hips were rocking back and forth as you sucked on his fingers, cleaning them of your slick.

with a pop, choso removed his fingers. you whimpered his name, gasping in relief when he slid them back down, moving your panties to the side. his thumb found your clit, rubbing the little nub gently in slow circles. as if he was in no hurry and unbothered by the prospect that someone could actually spot you, he continued his ministrations. your legs jerked, threatening to close when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. excruciatingly slow, he sunk a finger into you. the feeling was unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable at first. seizing up, you clenched around the finger. “relax, ease into it,” choso whispered reassuringly, capturing your lips in a kiss. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”

choso inserted a second finger, letting you get used to the feeling of them. the kisses he was peppering on your chest were distracting you from the burning stretch, creating a confusing mix between pain and pleasure. “how are you feeling?”

“f- feels good, i- i-” you were struggling to form coherent sentences, too focused on how he was lapping at your nipples, sucking and kissing them gently. “y- you can continue…”

steadily, choso started to thrust his fingers into you - gradually, the burn was disappearing and replaced by a delicious stretch, pleasure that was spreading throughout your body and setting your nerves on fire. desperately clinging onto his shirt, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. choso placed a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering sweet praises and telling you what a good girl you were. it felt good, so good but something was missing, you needed something, maybe more. you started begging and despite blabbering nonsensical things, choso understood what you were asking of him. his fingers hit a peculiar spot inside of you when he curled them, making you jerk in surprise. “o- oh!” again and again, choso was hitting the spot, making you writhe on his lap.

something was building up in the pit of your stomach, like a tightened coil that was about to snap at any time. panicking slightly, you grabbed choso’s hand and tried to close your legs, wiggling away from him: “h- hey wait, i-” another moan broke from your lips when choso sealed your lips with his and wrapped his arm around your waist, locking you in place. “it’s okay, let go, baby. cum for me,” he whispered against your lips, sinking his fingers in you one last time. and then the coil snapped, the high crashing over you like a riptide, so blinding and intense that it took you a while to come down from it. your thighs were still trembling by the time you came back to your senses, ripples of pleasure still cursing through you.

you slump against choso's chest, exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm but feeling wonderfully blissed out. choso removed his hand from you, licking your arousal from his fingers before wiping them off on a paper towel. he brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "how are you feeling? can you move?"

"my legs feel like jelly," your voice came out muffled, face still pressed into his chest. "'m feeling good though. that was… really nice."

"i'll carry you upstairs," choso declared matter-of-factly, hoisting you up so he could carry you. you slung your arms around his neck, pecking the side of his neck. his scent was faint but calming, lulling you into a sense of home and comfort. you wanted to stay close to him like this, just having him hold you in his arms. a myriad of emotions welled up in you, swallowing all your doubts until all that was left was the budding blossoms of your feelings for him, nurtured by his soft touches and adoring treatment. you wanted to cherish him, keep him close for as long as you could, as long as you could still have him.

"thank you."

"for what?" choso sounded surprised.

"taking care of me? i mean i pay you for it but i still wanted to let you know that i appreciate it."

“everything for you, baby,” choso replied softly, tightening his grip around you. as you got to his apartment, choso placed you on the couch and knelt down, hands wrapping around yours. “do you want to get changed? i’ll lend you some of my clothes, you can get changed in my room or in the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”

he was so so considerate, you couldn’t believe someone as nice as him existed out there. as you agreed, choso disappeared in his room; the sound of opening doors and drawers as well as rustling resounded from his room. you took the opportunity to observe his home. it was a small but cozy apartment, despite being sparsely decorated. in the back of the living room, you could spot some bags and boxes, presumably choso’s surfing equipment, as well as posters and photos cluttered on a pinboard. here and there, some little figurines and trinkets were spread across the apartment. although it was cozy, the apartment lacked some kind of presence, some warmth. you assumed that it had to do with choso’s job - he probably was rarely home between work and spending time with friends and family.

“here you go,” choso handed you a big sweatshirt and some shorts as he came back, patting your head teasingly. “go and get changed, i’ll start preparing dinner, yeah?”

you hid in the bathroom and got changed, neatly folding your clothes and stacking them on the counter. inspecting yourself in the mirror, you admired the size of choso’s sweater - it was a simple and cream coloured sweater that was entirely dwarfing and engulfing you. the sleeves were way too long and the hem almost reached your knees. but it was soft and comfy, coming close to choso’s hugs. you pulled the shorts up your legs, awkwardly securing them by tucking them underneath the sweater. choso had set up some boiling water and was silently chopping vegetables by the time you left the bathroom and tip toed towards the kitchen. “can i help you with anything?”

“no it’s okay, take a seat. do you want anything to drink? water? tea?” reluctantly, you sat at the small table on the side, pouting at him. choso simply laughed and shook his head, bringing a glass of water over. your heart jumped in surprise when he kissed your forehead as he placed the glass on the table. “i’ll take care of you for today. boyfriend duties, remember? the past times you’ve always taken us out on restaurants and incredible locations and now it’s my turn to show you the boyfriend magic.”

sudden dread filled your stomach. how could choso be so warm and kind-hearted to you, when you weren’t even in a relationship? you keep having to remind yourself that this was what he was doing for a living, that you might possibly never know the real him. that this might just be a mask that he kept on for the sake of your requests. you didn’t reply, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the glass of water. choso returned back to his previous task, cooking dinner in silence. your chest felt heavy with uncertainty and disappointment - you tried your best to push the emotions down. they were irrational, you knew full well what you were getting yourself into when you asked for his service.

thankfully, choso didn’t seem to have picked up on your sullen mood, even throughout dinner - you let no emotions shine through when you conversed with him, choosing to keep it lighthearted. you offered to wash the dishes, not wanting him to lift another finger when you could help him in return. as you scrubbed the bowls, choso creeped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “you wanna watch a movie? or go to bed already? you’ve had a long day at work after all.”

“hmm, yeah. i think i’d prefer going to bed, if that’s okay for you?”

“i could never say no to cuddles,” choso hummed, capturing your lips in another kiss. you whimpered against them, not being able to resist him. he moaned against your lips, grip on you tightening. “please don’t tempt me, it’s so hard to say no to you,” he warned you with a strained voice.

your face grew warm at the memories of a few hours ago. you couldn’t believe you let him do that, let him finger you in his car in the garage. no one had seen you and you were thankful for that but you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at the thought of someone possibly snitching on you. your father would lose his mind. “is- is it not what you want?”

“of course i do, but not today. baby steps, remember? we have all the time in the world. and i can assure you that i very much want you,” with one last peck on your lips, he removed himself from you and disappeared in his room. he wanted you. your heart was soaring at his confession. you were relieved to know that he was craving you as much as you were yearning for him. maybe you would indulge, just for a couple more times until you would inevitably have to cut off the relationship. you felt at peace with your decision, you told yourself. nothing good would come from false hope.

after washing up, you joined choso on the bed, shyly crawling towards him as he opened his arms and welcomed you. he pulled you into his chest, nearly crushing you with his weight. it made you giggle and squirm in his arms, trying to wiggle out of his hold. choso was having none of it, peppering kisses all over your face as he trapped you in place. gasping for air in between your carefree laughter, you weakly pushed at his head, squealing when he dove in to blow raspberries on your neck. he showed mercy and let up, instead curiously inspecting your neck as he pulled the neckline of your, no his, sweater down. something dark was glinting in his eyes as his eyes zoomed in on the hickeys he had left on your neck and chest - he felt strangely satisfied, pleased with his work of art. a sliver of possessiveness overcame him as he traced the trail of red marks on your neck, humming quietly.

“something wrong with my neck?” you questioned confused, not having spotted the hickeys yet. choso shook his head, simply laid back on his side again to look at you. “not at all. was just inspecting the hickeys i left on you.”

“you left marks?” you gaped at him, mildly shocked at the revelation. though he was preoccupied with your neck earlier, you didn’t expect him to actually leave so many marks, much less ones that were visible. “is… is that a common occurrence?”

“for couples? i think so. but i can’t speak for everyone; if it was me, i would do it frequently. stake my claim on you, let everyone know that you’re mine,” choso replied and casually draped the blanket over the two of you, as if he didn’t just admit to doing something he would normally do with a lover. did he think of you as his? you struggled to decipher his actions, not being able to match it with a specific reason.

“that’s uh-” your stuttering was interrupted by another horrifying thought. “oh god, i can’t let my parents see this, they will kill me.”

choso shot you a confused look. you hadn’t told him about your parents yet or how you were hiding this from them.

“my parents… especially my dad, are very cautious about letting me venture out in romantic relationships. it’s mostly because he didn’t feel like anyone was good enough for me and because he didn’t want me to get hurt. sometimes i felt like those princesses locked up in a tower, you know? so i decided to explore and uh, hired you. i didn’t want to burden my friends with having to help me gain some experience,” you explained to choso, eyes widening when he suddenly grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to it. he winked at you cheekily before leaning over you to turn off the lights. you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips but you couldn’t make out his face expression in the dark. choso preferred it like this, so you couldn’t tell the vulnerable look on his face, the ache of knowing that he could never fully be yours.

“then i’m glad i get to serve a princess such as you.”

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“you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with choso,” nobara commented as she took a sip from her coffee, reaching out to grab one of the muffins you had ordered. you looked away in embarrassment. it’s been nearly two months since you’ve started to meet up with choso. your dates became more frequent, even the casual texting continued. and yet you hadn’t really told your friends about your progress or how you felt about him, either brushing it off or giving them vague details. it was only natural that nobara and maki grew suspicious, vowing to grill you about it the next time you would meet up. “have you done the deed?”

“n- no! not yet,” you answered hastily, the topic still making you feel bashful. though you had talked to choso about it; he had agreed and hinted that you might go all the way the next time you would meet up. it was weird, scheduling something like this. but you felt more at ease knowing that it was approaching and you could somewhat prepare your nerves for it. “we talked about it though… next time, maybe?”

“i see,” maki nodded slowly, deep in thought. “you’ve been skirting around this escort thing a lot. is there something you’re hiding from us?”

“nope! not at all!”

“y/n… we’re looking out for you as friends. i know you told us that you trust choso and that he’s the nicest person you have ever but is there something more?” maki gave you a gentle nudge. the serious look in her eyes told you that you better not give her a lame excuse. even nobara, who was usually playful in nature, looked mildly concerned. as much concern as she could muster up anyways. sheepishly, you stared at your mug, watching the milk swirl with your hot chocolate. surely, they would tell you to stop seeing him, to stay away. because catching feelings for someone whose true feelings and self you could never uncover… should have been something you could have prevented. if only it hadn’t been so easy to give in, so easy to develop feelings for choso.

“uhm. i just realized that i like him, like a lot. i know i shouldn’t and should have circumvented the issue somehow but now i’m stuck with my feelings. and it’s just confusing. before you get mad at me, i’ve already decided to cut it off after our next date. i can’t dwell on it for too long because realistically, nothing is going to happen.”

wordlessly, nobara gave you a hug, patting your back to soothe you. “is he really that great though?” maki lightly swatted nobara’s arm and gave her an eyeroll. her comment made you laugh, she knew how to lighten up a situation.

“i think so. very gentleman-like and just takes good care of everything. i really appreciate how well he’s been taking care of me this entire time. he just is the perfect boyfriend, you know?” nobara nodded but you could tell from her face that she was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. it made you laugh again, pinching her cheek playfully. you didn’t want to worry your friends too much. they always helped you in every situation and now it was time you would take care of everything yourself.

“i can’t believe this entire time we were trying to find you a perfect partner and you’ve gone and went the whole nine yards, boyfriend experience and heartbreak all together,” maki joked and ruffled your hair, giving you a reassuring smile. “you know we’re there for you if you need emotional support in this, right? we might not be much of a help while you go through the fake breakup but we can help you take your mind off afterwards.”

you sniffled a little at the thought. your next date was fast approaching and you were grateful to have such great friends, who would always look out for you and be understanding even if you made dumb mistakes. your next step would be to learn how to mend a broken heart.

everything had to be perfect. the entire evening you had been on the move, busy cleaning your apartment and room and spending time in the bathroom making yourself look presentable. you still felt nervous exposing all of you to choso, never had anyone seen you naked before. the thought of it had made you so anxious that you’d called nobara who promptly suggested you wear cute underwear and something comfy to ease yourself into it. chances were that choso didn’t really care and wouldn’t judge you anyways; he had always been generous with compliments, always telling you how pretty you looked, how cute you were, and what a good girl you were for him. you didn’t think you could feel so fired up from praises nor did you think that you would be craving to hear them so much until choso came along. the feeling of euphoria that overtook you whenever he praised you, along with the pleasure he gave you whenever you were fooling around - it was a deadly combination.

knocks at the door made you perk up, hastily racing over to the door to let choso in. he chuckled when you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “hey baby, missed me much, huh? i missed you too,” choso admitted, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you peeked up at him from below, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch like a cat. “mhmm, missed you a lot,” you mumbled, humming in content as choso pecked your lips briefly before waddling inside the apartment with you in his arms, closing the door behind him

“what am i going to do with you?” he mumbled amused and sat down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. he squished your cheeks between his hands, kissing your pouty lips with a broad smile. “you always make it so hard for me to leave.”

your heart sunk at his last words, remembering how you were planning to proceed by the end of this date. surely, it couldn’t be so hard and he wouldn’t think much of it since it was all business anyways. and yet, you couldn’t help but seize up with dread, not wanting to hurt him. if, and only if he would actually be affected by it. you placed your hands on his, sticking your tongue out at him. you teased him: “you leave but you always return, right? doesn’t that give you something to look forward to?”

“yeah, always come bouncing back…” choso trailed off, a faraway look on his face. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking - each emotion that surfaced was only fleeting and quickly wiped from his face expression as if it never existed in the first place. perhaps he was keeping his heart as guarded as yours, for baring the most vulnerable parts of yourself could be your downfall. he ran his hands along your thighs, rubbing the bare skin gently, fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your shorts. your breath hitched in your throat, expecting him to move his hands up further. but by now, choso knew how to play you like a fiddle, what drew beautiful moans out of you, what made you whimper in anticipation and how to build up tension. he knew how to tease you and use it to his advantage; knew well that you would follow his instructions like the good girl that you were, never disappointing him. “gotta take care of my princess, hm?”

choso dipped down, brushing the strands of your hair out of the way, showering it in kisses. you mewled quietly, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck. he was still murmuring between kisses, telling you how sweet you were, how he was going to make you sing his name, how he was going to take care of you. the whispered praises were getting to your head, you easily melted into his touch. “c- choso,” you gasped, already drowning in him as his presence clouded your senses, wrapping around you as if nothing else but him existed. “please touch me.”

“your wish is my command,” choso lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to your bedroom with ease. gently, he dropped you on the bed, simply hovering over you without saying a word. the look in his eyes knocked the air out of your lungs; you loved his eyes, his dark brown eyes that were filled with so much warmth and love, now darkened and filled with lust. he observed you, waiting for you to make a move - you stayed still, tense with anticipation. with every single intimate encounter you had with him, you gradually learned that choso enjoyed being in control, overjoyed when you were obedient and remembered what he had told you. he liked having you at his mercy, being the first and only one to discover the expanse of your body, to pleasure you in ways you were yet to familiarize yourself with.

choso’s tapped your lips, carefully sliding two fingers in when you willingly parted your lips and sucked on them. the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the dazed look on his eyes as he watched you - it was all so erotic, so arousing. you lifted your hips, grinding against his thighs for some kind of relief. it drew a slightly irritated click of the tongue from choso, gently pressing his fingers against your tongue. but he enjoyed the view, seeing how you wanted him so much, how you were seeking relief by humping his thigh. you could already feel yourself soaking through your panties and your thin shorts, arousal smearing across choso’s thigh and leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he slid them down, lower and lower, smearing your spit across your skin. his fingers stopped right at the buttons of your blouse, playfully rolling them between his fingers. slowly, he unbuttoned the blouse, pushing the fabric off your shoulders to reveal your bra. you squirmed, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed about being so exposed in front of him. “you’re beautiful,” choso reminded you. “don’t hide from me. i want to see all of you.”

reluctantly, you kept your arms at your sides, instead clenching your fingers around the fabric of your comforter. teasingly, his hands dragged across the tops of your breasts before dipping lower. “look at you, how soaked you are already. you’ve even left a spot on my jeans. i haven’t even touched you properly yet… has my princess missed me this much?” he mused, gently rubbing circles across your skin. he was careful not to move anywhere close to your crotch, resolutely keeping his hand near your navel.

“yes, please touch me,” you mewled, grasping his hand to guide him towards the hem of your shorts. his hand splayed across your mound, rubbing in deliberately slow movements, making you sigh in relief. choso tugged on your shorts, dragging them down your legs with ease. you clenched your eyes shut, hiding your face behind your hands. choso stayed silent for a few seconds and simply admired you in the dim light of your room. he could tell that you'd chosen a nice set of underwear to impress him - you looked so cute in it, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. he took notice of the dark patch on the crotch of your panties, how they were clinging onto your skin and how your arousal was glistening on your inner thighs.

"you look breathtaking," choso complimented you, gently removing your hands from your face. "i told you not to hide, didn't i? give me all of you, baby."

you blinked a few times, sheepishly thanking him. his praises overwhelmed you, making your chest swell with pride. but still, you didn't know how to react when he was singing your praises, too bashful to reply coherently. choso removed your panties in painstakingly slow movements, leaving trails of kisses on your inner thighs up to your ankle. throwing your panties to the floor, he then pulled your legs over his shoulders. you watched him bewildered, not sure what to make of it. the position made you feel oddly exposed; all of your senses were heightened, strained to focus on choso only. the oversensitivity caused your hips to jerk when choso’s breath hit your pussy, keen on receiving attention. the swipe of his tongue on your slit was something you didn’t expect - the sensation was new, uncharted territory, so different from his fingers. it drew a whimper from your lips, making your toes curl against his back.

languidly, he was lapping at your folds, taking his time to get you used to the feeling. it wasn’t until his tongue dragged across your clit, lips wrapping around it to suck gently, that whines and whimpers spilled forth from your lips. your hips automatically lurched forward, rocking against his face. you couldn’t wrap your head around the pleasure it provided you, how it rendered you into a babbling mess with only his name on your lips like some mantra. needing to busy your hands otherwise, you clenched your fingers around his hair, subconsciously pressing his face into your pussy. choso groaned against you, the slight burn turning him on beyond relief. you felt like you’re floating, higher and higher, rapidly approaching your high and it was still a feeling you’re trying to get used to, a feeling that you readily welcomed and craved.

it was a combination of all the touches that bring you closer to the edge; how he was sucking at your clit before flattening his tongue against your clit, paying close attention to it, how it was repeatedly and rapidly dragging across your folds. it made you sob, begging him to make you cum. choso pulled you even closer, fingers digging into your thighs as he lapped at your swollen clit, again and again until you come with a loud moan, barch arching from the bed, heels digging into choso’s shoulder blades. clenching your eyes shut, you attempted to push his face away from you, now feeling too sensitive. your legs were trembling uncontrollably, you gasped for air as your high washes over you and slowly ebbing away. choso sat up on his knees and only then you see the arousal smeared across his chin and lips. the sight sent electric shocks up your spine, breath hitching in your throat. he looked so fucking hot like this. he gave you no time to be embarrassed about it, wiping the slick off his skin and licking it off his hands.

“c- choso, what-” you croaked, voice all raspy from your relentless moaning. choso didn’t reply, instead kissed you open mouthed - the taste of your arousal was still present on his tongue. in the back of your mind, you thought about how dirty it was and yet so thrilling, eliciting a hunger for him. desperately, you were tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off. you were struggling, huffing in frustration as he didn’t budge. choso laughed, pecking your lips apologetically before taking it off along with his pants. even in the dim light you could make out the bulge in his pants, a testament of much he wanted you. the sight made you salivate, your pussy clenching around nothing. he took notice of your dazed look, grabbing your chin to tilt it up. “are you sure you want this? do you want me?”

you nodded quickly, eyes widening at his question. “of course, i want you, never wanted anything more. please, choso.”

“you have me, all of me,” he retorted, a tender look in his eyes. again, your heart clenched. just one more time you would get to see him like this, pretend he really was your lover. but when he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it was hard to believe that there wasn’t a spark between you. unbeknownst to you, choso had always looked at you with stars in his eyes, hoping that you would return the sentiment. no matter how hard he was keeping his feelings at bay, the cracks were widening, allowing more and more feelings to seep through. with each touch, each word that you exchanged, the dam was weakening and threatening to spill everything that he was keeping inside.

choso gently pressed you back down onto the mattress, fingers fumbling with the condom that he’d pulled out of his jeans. you watched with fascination as he put it on, not being able to take your gaze of it. he grinned, deciding to indulge you, pressing his cock against you. arousal was still leaking from you, allowing him to easily slide against you. deliberately, he nudged the head against your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wiggled your hips, signaling him to do something, do put you out of your misery. choso glanced at you for permission, suddenly seeming to be nervous himself. you gave him a small nod, leaning up to cradle his cheeks and kiss him. choso began to push, slowly slipping past your folds and- the stretching burn, it was there again and made you tense up.

choso grasped your hands, intertwining them and showered your face with kisses, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement. the feeling was familiar and yet strange at the same time, the girth of his fingers were nothing compared to his cock. it was a tight fit; you were aware of him, so aware of him. muffled, you heard choso telling you to relax, that he didn’t want to hurt you, to take your time. he was still pushing, distracting you from the uncomfortable pain with kisses. with one last thrust, he’s pushed the entirety of him in you. faintly, you could feel pain gradually ebbing away. the fullness of him, the throbbing; you clenched around him, a quiet moan leaving your lips as choso’s hips jerk in response.

“you okay? can i move now?” he whispered against your lips. you nodded, feeling choso smile against your lips. your breath hitched in anticipation as he pulls out ever so slightly before thrusting back in. you let out a whimper at the sudden thrum of incoming pleasure, hands squeezing his. choso thrusted his length in and out of you slowly, still wanting you to get used to it. the drag of it against your walls, the way his cock ever so slightly bumped against that spot inside of you that made your body sing - you sobbed out his name, hips tilting up to meet his movements. choso had no qualms obliging to your unspoken wants, upping the pace once he’s made sure you felt comfortable.

slowly, his inhibitions fell apart upon seeing you desperately cling onto him, moaning out his name as he pulled out and drove back in, deeper than before. you saw stars when he hit the spot inside of you, burying himself inside of you completely. it’s been a short amount of time but choso was quick to figure out what made you shake in pleasure in particular, memorizing every little nudge and wiggle that would have you gasp out his name. the closeness, the intimacy, it easily beat everything else that you’ve ever done before but it was now that you realized that no one could compare to choso. while your initial goal was to simply learn and gain some experience, somewhere along the way, you veered off the path. perhaps your goal was never to find out what it was like engaging in sexual activities but rather to experience it with someone you loved. it was then that you realized you didn’t care about these things unless you could experience them with choso.

while choso was no stranger to having people in his bed, the sight of you was one he would never be able to get out of his head again. how your moans and whimpers were getting more frequent with each thrust, how you were sobbing his name whenever he hit particularly deep inside of you, how your small hands were holding onto his, how you clenched around him whenever he praised you. he wanted to keep you for himself, to impale himself in you in such ways that you could never look at other people the same way anymore. “i- i’m close,” you hiccuped between sobs, back lurching from the bed. “choso, p- please, i wanna cum, i-”

“i’ve got you, princess,” he assured you, diving down to kiss you feverishly. relentlessly, his hips pistoned against yours, desperate to make you cum. choso couldn’t hold back any longer, he was close, so close. wanting to cum with you, he reached down to rub your clit. your reaction was almost instantaneous, legs pressing against his side as you came, his name on your lips like a prayer. he came with you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as groans left his lips, mixed with your name and curses. his hips stuttered as they pressed against you one last time, staying in place until he’s spilled all of him in the condom. you felt like you were floating, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasm. absentmindedly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hand absentmindedly playing with the hair at his nape. choso let out a noise, akin to a cat’s purr, nudging his head against your hand. his gesture made you giggle and you strained your neck to press a kiss against his forehead.

slowly, choso removed himself from you, letting out a breathy laugh as you protested. you made grabby hands at him but he simply tutted, disappearing in the bathroom to dispose of the condom and came back with a wet towel. it felt comforting, the warmth of the towel as well as his gentle touches, lulling you into a sleepy state. it didn’t take long for him to join you again once he was done, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest like the countless times he’s done so before. “how are you feeling? i didn’t hurt you, did i?”

you shook your head, trying to find the right words. in the end, nothing came into your mind to appropriately tell him how mind blowingly good he made you feel so you just settle with: “felt good, really good. didn’t hurt, jus’ felt uncomfortable at first. but you made it okay, it’s okay when it’s with you.”

“i see,” choso let out a relieved breath, laughing as you blinked at him stunned. you looked adorable, still floating and coming down from your high. “i’m glad i was your first, glad i could do it justice. just wanted you to feel good.”

“mhmm, thank you,” you slurred sleepily, arms wrapping around his waist. you felt so warm and loved, not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet. “can we do it again some other day? you promised to show me what you still wanted to do to me.”

“y/n, sweetheart, when will you be coming to visit us again? i know it’s your summer break right now and you’re busy but we thought it might be nice to go on a short family trip. what do you think?” your mother pleaded over the phone. you could see her pout on the screen, her attempt at guilt tripping you into visiting more. truthfully, you felt bad about not having been able to see your family so much - the amount of assignments and final exams was swamping you and you just wanted to get through them before going on vacation. that and the fact that you couldn’t properly look them in the eyes anymore ever since being with choso.

you just couldn’t let go of him, nor could you admit your feelings to him, in fear it would make him uncomfortable. it was irrational, reckless even, to keep paying for a service you technically didn’t need anymore. simply to keep a person you had feelings for around for longer. nobara and maki didn’t know about this either, you knew they would have your head as soon as you confessed. it was irrational and you knew it. and yet it was so hard to let go. with every waking moment, you craved choso, his tenderness and loving gaze, the warmth of his arms, the domesticity that the two of you shared, how natural it seemed when you spent time together. and so you kept returning to him, over and over again

“i’m sorry, mum, i’m just really busy right now. but i promise i’ll let you know when i’m free, okay? i’m sure we can find a fitting date for the trip,” you attempted to soothe your mother, giving her an apologetic smile. she rolled her eyes at you playfully but shrugged it off, knowing that you didn’t mean anything by it. before you could tell her goodbye, your mother suddenly stopped you, waving at the screen.

“sweetheart, one of my friends- her son, i told him about you. he’s a very nice young man and i think you would get along well. when you come visit us, i’ll introduce him to you, yeah?” she explained, a giddy smile creeping onto her lips. “i’ve told him a little about you and your father doesn’t mind either. he has a good background too, i’m trying not to swoon.” she giggled as if she was the one who was to be set up on a date with him.

your eyes widened ever so slightly at her revelation but what shocked you more was that choso had seemingly heard what your mother had said. he was still sleeping when your mother had called you, so you hid in the kitchen to talk, not wanting to disturb his sleep. he stood in the doorway, blinking at you confused. you made sure to turn a little so your mother couldn’t see him. “mum, i told you i’m not really interested yet and want to go at my own pace-”

“honey, i know but the opportunity was just there. i couldn’t pass it up and you can still reject him, no? just try to meet him at least once.”

you sighed. “we’ll talk about it again when i’m home, okay? but don’t put too much hope in it, please.”

“i know, i know. i’ll talk to you again another day. love you, sweetheart,” your mum said goodbye to you and hung up. you groaned, tossing your phone to the side and buried your face in your hands. choso was not supposed to hear any of that. even though you two weren’t really in a relationship, and he had assured you that he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, keeping his work at accompanying clients only, you still felt like you were somewhat betraying him. you felt choso’s presence moving behind you, then his arms wrapping around you, his chin being placed on your head. you couldn’t see the slightly irritated look in his eyes, the jealous glint that told you he didn’t want you to look at anyone but him.

“your mum seems to be eager to find you a partner,” he commented amused. you groaned, swatting at his arm.

“i don’t know why they’re suddenly so persistent after not deeming anyone as suitable for years,” grumbling, you turned slightly, pressing a kiss to choso’s chin. “i’m not really in the mood to go on dates just yet, so she’ll have to deal with it.”

“not in the mood for dates?” choso echoed, pinching your cheek. “not even with me?”

you whined, burying your face in his chest. you didn’t want to let him see how his words excited you. “no, i’m always in the mood for you, for dates with you.”

“that’s good to know. we’re going out later after all,” choso laughed, combing his fingers through your hair. “i did promise to take you to the beach and teach you how to surf.”

one of the reasons you didn’t come visit your parents immediately when your summer break began was because you’d already planned a short trip with choso. weeks ago choso had proposed you’d go to the beach together and you were thrilled by the idea, not having been by the sea in years. you’d rented a little cabin by the beach for the two of you while choso had prepared everything for the car ride. the car ride would be rather long but you weren’t worried about it at all - in the beginning, you’d been apprehensive, rather awkward with him. he eased you into everything, showing you not to be scared of relationships and to just be yourself. conversation was easy with him as if you’d been long term friends, with no worries or restrictions. for weeks, you’d looked forward to the trip, to spend more time with him.

the car ride was filled with laughter and calming music, you shared stories and secrets with each other, you fed him the snacks that you’d made the night before. you felt blissful, happily ignoring all the consequences that might be coming your way - you wanted to enjoy your time with him as much as you could. the dance that the two of you were engaging in, it was romantic and felt so domestic, while skirting around the important issue. inspecting your intertwined hands, you clasped your other free hand around his, rubbing the skin gently. choso shot you a concerned, questioning look but you brushed him off, assuring that nothing was wrong. “i’m just happy to be sharing this uh… boyfriend experience with you, really. i wouldn’t wanna do it with someone else.”

choso shot you a wistful smile, lifting your hand to press a kiss on it. “i’m glad you feel that way. you deserve only the best, someone who treats you like the princess that you are.”

the feeling of the grainy sand below you, wind blowing your hair in every direction, sun on your skin, water splashing against your shins - you felt like suddenly all your worries were washed away. you were still running through the shallow water, giggling as you saw choso catching up on you. upping your speed, you jumped through the water until he managed to grab you by your wrist, pulling you into his chest. he lifted you up, twirling you around in his arms a few times before setting you back on your feet, leaning in to kiss you. “you can’t just run away like that, all our stuff is still stranded over there,” he scolded you, playfully flicking your forehead. you glanced behind you, seeing how choso had already placed all the towels, cooler and bags on the beach chairs.

“it’s okay, we have the beach to ourselves anyways,” you retorted cheekily. choso couldn’t argue, instead rolled his eyes. the beach house that you had rented for the weekend was on the outskirts of the city, a rather quiet spot that also had a private beach. the paranoia that your parents might possibly spot you somewhere was running deep and so you didn’t want to risk anything. choso could teach you how to surf in peace, without any bystanders or crowded spaces. but now that you were sitting on the beach chair, you noticed that choso’s mind seemed to be elsewhere as he clumsily fumbled with the bags. you gnawed at your bottom lip, hoping that your earlier conversation with your mother wasn’t on his mind.

“you okay there? can i help you with anything?”

“huh? yeah,” choso answered after a second of processing, shaking his head. “uh i just get distracted looking at you. you look good in that bikini.”

“oh shut up,” you retorted but hid your face from him, still growing bashful even though you were used to him complimenting you out of nowhere. he shot you a wink, resuming his work. “but… choso, you can talk to me if anything bothers you, you know that?”

“yeah, i know… but don’t worry, i think this is something i have to figure out for myself first before i tell anyone,” he padded over, kissing your forehead. “but i appreciate it.”

deciding to drop the topic, you joined him, watching how he demonstrated his surfing skills. if he didn’t want to talk about it, you would respect it; and maybe, just maybe, he would open up to you about it. you watched as choso surfed through the waves, the sight filling you with bright happiness. he looked so happy to be surfing again, the usual tired look on his face wiped away as if it had never been there in the first place. he looked like he was truly at home, comforted and surrounded by the crashing waves. you understood what he meant by being distracted - choso looked good in his trunks as well, the water drops that were rolling down his body, his exposed upper body, the way his loose, slightly damp hair was falling over his face. you very much enjoyed the sight and almost felt creepy for staring so much.

as per usual, choso was a wonderful teacher, remaining calm and patient while he gave you instructions, comforting you when you weren’t doing so well and was always right by your side encouraging you. you hadn’t had this much fun in a while, especially not with someone other than from your close friend circle. it was easy to lose the track of time when being with him, all your thoughts and anxieties washed away like the seashells at the shore. by the end of the day, you were utterly exhausted, your muscles feeling like jelly. as you laid on the bed, you still felt like you were rocked and swayed back and forth by the waves. it was relaxing, almost lulling you into a deep slumber if it wasn’t for the sound of the running shower and choso’s humming. you opened the window, before returning to bed, wrapping the blanket around you. the sound of waves sloshing against the shore echoed through the room, making you feel like you were actually sleeping at the beach.

it didn’t take long for choso to return; you felt the bed dip beside you before you heard him. pretending to be asleep, you waited until he said anything but were instead greeted with a kiss on your nape. you squirmed a little, the feelings of his lips tickling the sensitive skin. a giggle broke from your lips, unable to stay silent any longer. “did i make you wait for too long?” he asked quietly, grabbing you by the hips to turn you around to face him. you shook your head and gave him a smile, leaning in to peck his lips. “no but i did miss you. did i tell you that i now get what you meant by being distracted? you looked really hot in your trunks and so serious while giving me instructions.”

“ah, really?” choso hovered over you, placing his hands beside your head. you’d only offered simple compliments but he was already so fired up, making you grin. “you can’t just tell me that and expect me not to do anything. don’t you know that i’m always hungry for you? i’ll ravish you right here.”

“what if i want you to ravish me?” you bravely retorted, your voice slightly cracking at the end. rarely were you ever bold with him but at this moment, you might as well indulge him. as an reward for teaching you how to surf and being so patient about it. choso clicked with his tongue, pleased with your reply. before he could move, you suddenly felt an urge to go further, wanting to be the one to initiate intercourse for once. you placed your hands on his chest, pushing gently. he looked at you confused, cocking his head to the side. if it wasn’t for the hungry look in his eyes, you would’ve cooed at how adorable he looked. “uhm can i… suck you off for today? i mean you’re always the one who- who makes me feel so good and i know you said you liked it but i just wanted to return the favour…”

choso short circuited at your request, momentarily leaving his mouth wide open as he stared at you. “y- yeah of course, if that’s what you want,” he spluttered hastily, sitting up on his knees. feeling giddy, you shuffled off the bed, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed and waiting for him to move. choso gulped, slowly moving towards the edge. he leaned down to kiss you, your hands snaked towards the waistband of his sweatpants, some doubt overcame you again, slowing your movements. sensing your hesitation, he patted your head and ruffled your hair. “you don’t have to do it, if you feel too nervous about it.”

“no, i want to, really,” you assured him, grasping the waistband and dragging it down. choso lifted his hips slightly, helping you remove his pants. his boxers followed soon after. gently, you wrapped your hands around his semi-hard cock, giving it some gentle strokes. choso exhaled shakily, leaning back on his hands as he kept his watchful eyes on you. you leaned in, flattening your tongue against the underside, running your tongue over the underside, tracing it until you reached the cockhead. gingerly, you gave it a few kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. hands still stroking him, you delved in, taking as much as much as you could. choso tilted his head back, moaning loudly. it spurred you on, eagerly you bopped your head against him, paying close attention to the sensitive head as you licked and sucked at it. curiously, you licked the slit, tasting the precum on it. the taste was unfamiliar, nothing like you’d ever had before but you weren’t sure what to make of it. but you weren’t grossed out by it, thankfully.

choso’s hips jerked when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, not being able to control his own body anymore. usually, he was more composed, holding himself back for the sake of you - immediately, he stopped and apologized, staring at you with wide eyes. “fuck, i’m so sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen. did i hurt you?” he cupped your cheek, guiltily examining you.

“‘m okay, don’t worry about it. it just surprised me a little, that’s all. but if it’s what you like… i uh, don’t mind,” you reassured him.

“f- fuck, you can’t just say that because i will and-”

“like i said, i don’t mind. i want to make you feel good too.” reluctantly, choso nodded and relaxed again, letting you proceed. you were eager to make him cum, enthusiastically moving your head along the shaft. you welcomed choso’s shallow thrusts, glancing up to watch his reactions. his skin was beautifully flushed, eyes were closed, groans muffled as he bit his bottom lip. you struggled to take his cock in deeper, instead wrapping your hands around the parts you couldn’t reach. when choso’s thrusts got sloppier, you could tell that he was getting close.

“y/n, fuck- i’m gonna- wait, you-” unable to finish his sentence, he moaned, hips stuttering again as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. you suckled on his length eagerly, hands pumping the base faster and choso couldn’t keep it in any longer, coming with a loud moan. you continued suckling on the tip, helping him through his orgasm until he’s spilled all of him in your mouth. sitting back on your knees, you removed yourself from him.

eyes wide and glossy, you looked up at him as he pulled away slightly so he could look at you. choso brushed your hair back, then lifted your chin up, tapping your bottom lip. "show me," he said in a low, hoarse voice, patiently waiting until you opened your mouth and showed him. showed him his cum that was still pooling on your tongue. a few seconds passed until he finally reacted - just the sight of you on your knees, obediently following his orders and showing him your work had his insides stirring with something dark, possessive. "swallow," he whispered, adoringly cupping your cheek as you eagerly swallowed. your face felt hot, whether by embarrassment or pride, you didn't know. quietly cursing, he pulled you up while leaning down, meeting your lips halfway.

unceremoniously, choso dropped you on the bed, making you giggle quietly as you bounced on the mattress. hovering over you, he captured your lips in yet another kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him to your body. choso pressed his groin against yours, experimentally rolling his hips to elicit a reaction from you. burying your face into the crook of his neck, you couldn’t help but writhe from the pleasure - and even though you’ve been sleeping with each other, you still felt too shy to ask him for… more. how could you express what exactly you wanted when you were craving all of him? when you wanted to engrave everything into your brain; the feeling of his body against yours, his touch, the sweet as well as the dirty words he whispered into your ear. it was almost unfair how easily he could draw a reaction from you, as if he’d memorized every little aspect about you already.

choso nipped at your neck, about to leave a mark when you frantically pushed at his chest. “no visible marks, i told you!” you reminded him, almost feeling bad when you saw his disappointed face. but rules were rules, you didn’t want your parents to find out you were sneaking around with someone; you were barely able to look into their eyes as is. he huffed against your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck in frustration. seconds passed without a reaction before he finally sat up on his knees, hands reaching out to tug on your shirt. “but everywhere else is fine, hm?” he mused, dragging his warm hands across your chest to your shoulder to push the fabric off.

“i- i guess,” you spluttered, barely having any time to react as he’s already moved on, lavishing your breasts with kisses while leaving a trail of hickeys on them. you whimpered, hips rolling up against his. through your panties, you could feel the outlines of his cock; the anticipation of him filling you up made you salivate. choso was quick to remove your panties and rolling a condom on upon hearing your desperate whimpers that were urging him to move faster. no matter how many times you’d already slept together, he could never get enough of you - you made him feel like a teenager again, like he was constantly insatiable and hungry for you. judging from the look in your eyes, you seemed to feel the same way.

choso angled his cock against your entrance before sinking in, moaning in unison with you. he grasped your hands, pinning them against the pillows as you reached out, trying to touch him. you sobbed in disappointment, just wanting to feel him but choso was having none of it. the complaint was quickly forgotten when he started thrusting, the sound of his hips smacking against yours filling the room. he was diligent, hitting that spot inside you over and over again, enjoying how your legs that were wrapped around his waist were trembling. you were drowning, drowning in him, in the pleasure he so graciously provided you. choso painted your chest with marks, placing them dangerously close to where they would be peeking out underneath clothes. he knew you didn’t want anyone to see them but fuck, he wanted people to keep their hands away from you, wanted them to know that you were his.

you sung his praises, hips quickly bucking against his as he buries himself in you to the hilt. he filled you up so well, always dragging against your walls so deliciously. almost feral, choso fucked you harder, putting all his frustrations and emotions into the strength of his thrusts. it left you feeling breathless, clenching around him hard as you climbed higher and higher. never had choso fucked you like this before, like he was trying to prove something - you sobbed, tears springing forth from the intensity. it felt good, so good and you wanted to cum so bad, wanted to release. the pleasant warmth was spreading throughout your body, almost unbearably hot as you neared your climax. it erupted within you explosively, leaving you writhing in a babbling, incoherent mess. for many moments, your orgasm wrecked through you, making you see white and stars. in your euphoria, you didn’t notice how choso had cummed with you, whispering sweet praises in your ear as he rode you through your high. you didn’t notice how he disappeared, returning with a wet towel as per usual, how he kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes. through your hazy mind, you could tell that he wrapped the blanket around you before disappearing again.

it took you a while to return back to your senses, marvelling about the sex you just had. what had possessed choso in that moment? could it be because you’d offered to suck him off? or was he so pent up the entire day? the click of the door made you lift your head towards the source of the sound, cooing when you saw choso padding towards you. he yawned quietly, crawling under the blanket and wrapping his arms around you. "exhausted?" you questioned him, nuzzling into him.

"mhmm, i feel like i could sleep in until noon tomorrow," as usual, he ran his fingers along your spine, drawing shapes on your back. sometimes you thought you could feel him spelling something out on your skin but the touches were always so fleeting that it was impossible for you to make it out. whatever it was, he must've been too wary or scared to share it with you. you were reminded of your earlier conversation - choso still hadn't said anything so you wanted to bring it up, not wanting any issues to arise between you.

"choso? do you want to talk about what was wrong earlier? i know you said you wanted to think about it, but i was wondering…"

choso interrupted you. "are you going to go on a date with the guy that your mum mentioned this morning?"

you shot him a bewildered look. so he had been thinking about it. you hesitated, not sure what to tell him. should you be upfront and tell him how you feel? or give him a mild version, so he didn't feel cornered by you?

"i'm… i'm not sure yet. the thought of going on a date with someone else is kind of daunting but i think i'll do it just so my mum's happy."

"i see." uncomfortable silence seeped between the two of you. you could tell that choso was irritated, the frown on his face clearly indicating it. and yet, he didn't elaborate, leaving you to figure out what he meant by that. not daring to move, you stayed still, waiting for him to continue. choso sighed, placing his forehead against yours. "i think this is selfish of me but i can't stand the thought of seeing you with someone else. i wish… i wish it was only me that you looked at."

"you don't want me to go on a date with him?"

"yeah. i- i can't tell you why that is. it's selfish and dumb, hence why i didn't want to tell you. and it's not something that you should worry about. i'm just your escort after all, there's nothing more between us."

his words stung. even though it was the truth, the words still stung, driving a knife right into your heart. it was the very thing that nobara and maki had warned you about. but here you were, heart breaking in a million pieces. perhaps it was the fact that choso didn't tell you the reason, didn't seem to trust you with it, that made you recoil immediately. the walls around your heart were immediately put back into place, safeguarding you from any further harm. he wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you knew that - there was probably also another reason why he felt that way. any further digging would probably make him recoil as well, it wouldn’t do you any good. whatever was growing between you, it had to stop now. choso simply saw you as a client, probably had been this entire time. again, you were reminded of the fact that he might have been acting this entire time, none of the affection he showed you ever being real.

“i- yeah… i guess,” you replied dejectedly, looking away from him. “i’ll figure it out with him, don’t worry. i’ll just keep my mum happy with it, there’s nothing more to it.”

choso bit his lip, refraining from replying to it any further. you already knew more than you were ever supposed to, he should have never let it slip that he didn’t like seeing you with other potential love interests. it pained him to keep this hidden, keep it a secret from you - but the less you knew, the better. he couldn’t imagine you being okay with being in a relationship with him while he was still an escort, nor did he think that your parents would be thrilled about it. from what you’d revealed to him, he could tell that they treasured you and wanted to minimize any possible harm as much as possible. and that included hand-picking a suitable partner for you. he might never be what your parents envisioned for you and he might never become your love interest so every session that you booked was a blessing to him.

sighing, he placed one last kiss on your cheek before wishing you a good night. but even when he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he was wide awake, not being able to stop the onslaught of thoughts.

weeks passed without you ever contacting choso again. your resolve would have never been this strong, hadn’t nobara intervened. while you were moping and still feeling restless, helpless even, she made sure to delete his number and made you take care of the bills before cutting off contact entirely. normally, she would have commented on it - but seeing how you were struggling through your first heartbreak, she decided to let it be. and because maki wouldn’t have hesitated to have her head if you’d ever snitched. maki had encouraged you to take your mind off things, dragging you along to some of the sports classes she attended. it did lift your mood ever so slightly, much to your surprise, it was more fun that you’d originally anticipated. maki attended so many different classes that seemed so intense that you were scared to join at first. in between the classes, you spent more time with your friends. gradually you opened up to them, explaining them the entire issue with choso and how you had struggled to let go. you told them one by one, until it was finally time to let megumi know.

out of everyone, megumi scared you the most - not because he was intimidating or violent but because you knew how he would react. he’d most definitely be upset about it because he was protective over his friends, not wanting them to be harmed in any way. you’d pleaded that at least nobara should tag along to knock some sense into him, should he snap - but megumi’s reaction surprised you. when you finished your story, he was awfully quiet. you assumed he was boiling in anger, reaching out to appease him but he was frowning, making a contemplative face. “uh listen, i think that choso’s yuuji’s brother.”

“he’s what?” nobara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. megumi had recently started going out with someone that he’d met during work and though he hadn’t introduced you to said person yet, you did know that his name was yuuji.

“yuuji’s brother. i haven’t met him yet but he’s been complaining about his brother for weeks now,” megumi explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “choso’s an escort, right? it has to be yuuji’s brother. i’ve stayed over at yuuji’s place a couple of times… yuuji was venting, asking me about advice on how to get his brother out of a rut. apparently, choso’s been affected by this uh… somewhat breakup as well. yuuji’s suggested to him that he should reach out to you to talk but he said something about his work and your parents...”

“huh. what an interesting coincidence…” nobara mumbled but narrowed her eyes at you. “but you’re not going back to him, right?”

all the blood in your body froze. why had choso brought up your parents? they had never been a part of your relationship, you had only told him how overprotective they were and how they liked choosing your partners and friends for you. could it be?

“no, i don’t think so. i’m… very conflicted about our feelings to each other. it was stupid to give into my feelings for him in the first place. i hired someone to act as my fake boyfriend, someone who does this for a living. i think they know better than to catch feelings for their clients,” you sighed frustrated, shaking your head. there was no way in hell this situation could ever turn back around, even if you now knew that choso had also been affected. and still, he never reached out to me, you thought bitterly.

“i think you should talk it out though, if he does reach out to you,” megumi chimed in, awkwardly patting your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “from what yuuji’s told me, it does seem like his feelings are genuine. he didn’t outright push you away, right? who knows what could happen?”

in the end, you couldn’t help but confess to your parents. secrets were bound to be revealed one way or another and you figured it was better you opened up before they found out from someone else. the uncomfortable silence that spread through your apartment created a gloomy atmosphere; the tension was thick and palpable, making you shuffle in your seat in unease. your father hadn’t uttered any word while your mother had completely lost it, not understanding why you hadn’t instead chosen one of the boys she’d always introduced you to.

“all this time you were seeing this boy? and not once did you let us know. i could have asked my friend if they knew someone, their sons are so nice-”

“mum, i already told you i wanted to find someone on my own without having my options being presented to me on a silver plate. and you’re always so disappointed when i end up rejecting them after going through all of the hassle,” you interrupted her, giving her a defiant look. it wasn’t often that you opposed your parents like this but you felt like it was needed - your mother didn’t understand you, nor did she try. you were an adult, for fuck’s sake. you were very much capable of making your own decisions and mistakes to learn from.

“and yet you went to hire an escort! why didn’t you go and meet some of your classmates? i don’t understand why you went such lengths and then even ended up falling in love with them! how would you even pursue a relationship with them?” your mother seethed at you, knuckles blanching from how hard she was gripping her handbag. your father placed a hand on hers, whispering some soothing words in her ear.

“darling, i think y/n knows well that she’s made a mistake and is hurting from it. we don’t need to add to the stress, do we?” he assured her, then looking at you. “y/n, you know that i’m disappointed in you as well. but i don’t blame you for it, i think it’s partly my fault that you felt the need to hire an escort just to… gain some experience. i did take away all your possibilities of a relationship after all…”

“don’t encourage her! this problem won’t just be solved by you spoiling her again, do you know what kind of consequences it could h-”

a loud knock interrupted your mother’s rambling. you were confused - you didn’t expect anyone else for today. it was too late for someone to bring packages. who could it be? you excused yourself, padding towards the door to see who it was. you swore that you briefly suffered from a heart attack when the door swung open to reveal choso. he stared at you equally as stunned, seemingly not having expected you to open and greet him. “w- what are you doing here?” you asked, hating how shaky your voice sounded. how your heart soared, having missed his presence around you. the feelings had never been properly buried, only hidden by a thin layer of pretense that was now quickly being washed away.

“i’m sorry for just turning up unannounced… i was hoping- hoping to be able to talk to you for a bit? i wanted to explain myself,” choso replied, unaware of the two persons in your apartment that were straining their necks to be able to get a look at him.

you groaned. why now? the timing was just too comical, fate must really hate you. “i’m sorry, my parents are here right now. maybe, another t-”

“aha, so this is the boy my daughter has been sleeping with,” your mother appeared behind you, snarling at choso maliciously. panicking, your father had followed her quickly, holding her back by her arm. “you have some nerve appearing here as if nothing happened, what is it that you-”

“darling.” your father cleared his voice, shooting daggers at her. “there’s no need to be rude.”

swiftly, he introduced himself and your mother to choso, politely shaking his hand. choso remained calm, as usual, and introduced himself as well. if he was shocked by the entire ordeal, he sure didn’t show it. his face remained a perfect poker face, no emotions seeping through. “i wanted to talk to your daughter, ma’am. i assume she’s told you about our relationship and how we broke apart. there is no ulterior motive here, i just wanted to explain myself and talk it out.”

“that’s-!”

your father interrupted your mother again, not giving her another opportunity to spit venom at choso. “i think that is a good idea. though she has not opened up about everything, i can tell that she is hurting as much as you are. i believe a discussion would be very productive. but what is your intention? what are you going to do once you’ve explained yourself?”

suddenly, you felt like you were forgotten or invisible in the entire discussion. were they ignoring you? you were standing right there and yet no one was addressing you. you huffed, trying to pull their focus back on you. “nothing’s gonna happen, dad. there was nothing for us to work with and there won’t be.”

choso felt like he’d been slapped. he didn’t know what to make of your reaction but he came here for one reason only: to give you the closure that you deserved and he wasn’t going to leave until he accomplished just that. “i intend to apologize to her. judging from your wife’s reaction, you don’t seem to like me very much. i can’t imagine you would ever accept me, i know i don’t live up to your standards. i don’t deserve your daughter, she deserves so much more than what i can offer. and i’m aware of it. but if she’s willing to have me, i’ll try my very best to live up to your standards, to prove myself to you. i just want to be with her and make her happy. i’m in love with her and that’s what i intended to tell her.”

your heart stopped at his confession. all this time, choso loved you? megumi had been right all along. choso returned your feelings and he was here, so close and yet so far. dread filled you as you realized your parents could possibly drive him away, make him disappear from your life with just a snap of their fingers. you cherished choso more than you were aware of, the adoration running deep in your veins even when you were trying to reject him.

“i see. that’s reason enough for me. we’ve already let her have a piece of our mind, i don’t think she needs more telling off. my little girl has grown so much and it’s time to let her make her own decisions, growing and mistakes,” your father shot your mother a look. she’d calmed down, choso’s explanation seemingly having brought her back to her senses. she looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “we’ll let you deal with this. but know that if she does take you back, i won’t go easy on you, alright? the bars are high and i don’t intend to lower them just because you love her. prove to me, that you’re worthy of her.”

“i will,” choso sounded so sure and confident that it made your father grin - you sure had found someone who took great care of you and wasn’t afraid to stand tall in front of your father. and that he liked, someone who wasn’t scared to back down from a challenge, someone who would be the perfect partner for you. as your parents said goodbye and left, he gave choso a pat on the shoulder before exiting the apartment, leaving the two of you to your own devices.

you didn’t know what to say, how to start. standing in the hallway was awkward but you couldn’t move just yet, instead wanting to hear what he had to say first. “you love me?” you croaked, your voice failing you. now that your parents were gone, you could freely show your emotions, not being able to hold the tears back any longer. choso panicked, fussing over you as you started to cry. furiously, you wiped the tears away with the sleeves of your sweater.

“i do. i uhm wish i had found a better way to tell you this. i figured that you probably thought that everything we did was simply a facade but i promise you that it was all real. i don’t know when exactly but i started falling for you along the way and it was hard… to remind myself that you were a client and i was just there to provide the service to you, you know? i had no right to get mad at you if you decided to go and see other people. and i wasn’t sure of your feelings for me, it was…” choso trailed off, struggling to find the right word but you knew what he meant and nodded, signaling him to continue. “i just didn’t want to tie you to me when you… when you might not like me back or even want to be with an escort.”

you sniffled quietly, wrapping your arms around him immediately, with such a speed that it almost knocked the air out of his lungs. confused, choso wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin and rubbing your back soothingly. he was relieved that you didn’t push him away at least and let him explain everything in one go. he felt more at ease now and was at peace with the decision to immediately leave and never butt in your life again in case you rejected him.

“all this time, i also loved you,” you mumbled, an upset frown on your face. “i- i just kept thinking that you’d never return my feelings and that you were just playing boyfriend because i hired you to do so and-”

you hiccuped, another sob tearing from your throat.

“when you told me not to go on that date and immediately followed it with you only being my escort and nothing more, it hurt me so much and i know it was stupid and childish of me to react in such a way but… i was just spiraling, i love you so much and didn’t know where to place the anxieties and negative feelings.”

choso shushed you quietly when your sobs grew more frequent and you let him pick you up, clinging onto him as he walked over to the couch and sat on it with you on his lap. “shh, you’re okay, we’re okay,” he mumbled against the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m sorry i hurt you so much, i was not aware that you already liked me back then and that my words would have such an effect on you.”

over and over, choso apologized quietly until you calmed down, slumping against his chest. you stayed silent, trying to piece your thoughts and feelings back together so as to present him with a coherent and logical question. your mind was in shambles and you hoped that choso would at least get what you were hinting at. “so w- what do we do now? where do we- we go from here?”

“as i’ve already told your dad… if you’ll have me, i’ll make it up to you, all the hurt that i’ve caused you. i love you, so much. i want to be your boyfriend, and this time officially.”

“i like the sound of it,” you mumbled, tilting your head back to look at him. “will you be my boyfriend?”

“it would be an honour, princess.”

with a kiss, choso sealed the deal, easily catapulting you back on cloud nine. who would have thought that the escort you’d hired to be your fake boyfriend would turn out to be the prince charming you had always hoped for, surpassing even your wildest dreams and expectations. choso was everything you wanted and more - he was the person you wanted to wake up to every morning, the person you wanted to come home to. he was the person with whom you wanted to spend your life with, the person that loved you so unconditionally and never expected anything in return. you were lucky that he chose you, that he loved you back. out of all the persons in the universe, it was him.

he was perfect and he was yours.

p.s.: if you've made it until the end: thank you so much for reading!

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The Lost Child - Chapter 9 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Injury, Mentions of Being Attacked, Car Wreck, Mentions of Being Kidnapped, Mentions of Being Experimented on, Mentions of an Inappropriate Relationship Between an Adult and a Minor, Mentions of Murder, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is any more)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 2.2k

Note: I am posting new chapters every 2-3 days! I am trying to get on a consistent schedule, but I'm doing a horrible job of that! I'm sorry for the late post, but parts of my exhaust were stolen from my car Friday so I've been dealing with that.

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story. This also loosely follows Teen Wolf Season 4.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so that more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment only.***

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"Who knows?" Steve looks up to stare at Fury.

Everyone was now sitting around the living room while Fury and Maria stood in front of them. So many questions and emotions were running through their minds.

Maria shares a look with Fury, "We are the only ones who know. We made the decision we thought would be the best for the team."

"Best for the team," Bucky scoffs under his breath.

"Barnes..." Fury trails off, not knowing what to say.

"You thought that telling us that Y/N was dead would be best for the team?!" Bucky exclaims, his metal arm clenching into a fist, "Was it really best for the team, or was it best for you?!"

"It was what was best for everyone." Maria tries to explain.

"Telling me my daughter was dead was what was best for everyone?" Tony asks in disbelief.

"We did wha–" Fury starts before Tony cuts him off.

"What about me?! What about Y/N?! We could've found her years ago!"

"How do you know that this nurse girl is your daughter?" Maria asks, glancing around the room at everyone's faces, "All you've shown us is a picture of her holding a bear and she happens to have the same name. How do you know for certain that she's Y/N?"

"We don't." Steve answers for Tony, "But we're going to find out. We'll find her and we'll run some tests. We will figure this out."

"What about the girl?" Fury asks.

"What do you mean?"

"What if she isn't Tony's daughter? What if she is? You said she spoke about a brother, right?" Steve nods his head in response, "She was taken from you when she was three and she was taken from Hydra when she was four. How long has she lived with the family she has now? Peter might be her brother but according to her, she has a different one. How is she going to feel when you uproot her entire life? You said she doesn't recognize you, so how do you think the little reunion will go? Do you expect her to leave everything she has here behind and move back home with you? Do you expect her to be the same girl who wanted to be Thor when she grew up or who always had to go to Barnes when she had nightmares because she swore his metal arm scared them off?"

They know in the back of their minds that he's right. They know that if she is their Y/N she will not be the same girl they remember. They don't know what she's been through, and she doesn't seem to know them at all.

"We can't just let it go. If she's not Y/N, then she's not Y/N. But what if she is? She deserves to know her family." Natasha explains.

"What about the family she has now?" Maria questions.

"Look, we aren't going to make any decisions until we know for sure. Right?" Bruce looks to the rest of the Avengers.

Multiple scenarios were running through Tony's head. What if it's not Y/N? What if it is? Would she go back home with them? Would he move here to be closer to her? Does she really not remember them?

"You said they kept files and videos of her." Tony rubs his hands together in a nervous fashion, "I want to see them."

"No, you don't," Fury responds sternly.

"Yes, I do. That's my daughter and I deserve to know what they did to her."

"I will give you the files, but I am not giving you those videos."

"Why not?" Tony stands up in anger, "It's my daughter on those tapes."

"That's exactly why you don't get to see them." Maria tries to explain to him, "That's your daughter on those tapes and you should never see her like that."

"I'll watch them," Sam speaks up. "She's right, Tony. You don't want to see that. There's no way in hell Bucky, Nat, or Wanda are watching them. Steve, you aren't watching them. Neither is Thor. I'm the best person to watch them. I know it will be hard, but I can do it."

"Go get the files from the jet," Fury tells Maria before turning to Sam, "The others can stay here and read her files. You, follow me."

"How do we tell Peter?" Wanda asks.

Tony looks around at everyone in the room, "We don't. Not until we know that she's actually Y/N."

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"So, Peter," Stiles and Peter are awkwardly sitting on the couch in Y/N and Derek's apartment, "why are you here in Beacon Hills."

"We're here on, um, vacation," Peter is nervously looking over to Derek who's standing in the doorway of the kitchen staring at him. He’s now wearing an old shirt that Stiles accidentally left in Y/N’s and Derek’s apartment.

"I'm sorry but I have to ask. How did you save Y/N's life?" Lydia asks from her spot on the armchair.

"Well, she was getting shot at and I helped her take down the hunters."

"You clearly didn't do a great job," Stiles mumbles under his breath.

"What does that mean?" Derek questions Stiles.

"It means Spider-boy over here must have forgot about one because Y/N still got shot in the leg and almost died," Stiles responds, slightly glaring at Peter.

Derek growls lowly and flashes his red eyes at Peter. His claws are digging into the palms of his hands. He never loses control like this but hates it when people hurt his girlfriend. If it was up to him, they'd move out to the middle of nowhere so no one could ever find them or hurt them. He's brought that up to Y/N before, but she cares too much about everyone else to just up and leave them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Peter yelps, silently wishing he could somehow blend into the couch.

"Don't be scared of Derek. He's all bark and no bite." Lydia smirks back at Derek.

"She's right," Stiles agrees with Lydia, "He's constantly threatening to rip my throat out, and yet it is still perfectly intact."

Derek rolls his eyes, "I should've just killed you and Scott the first time you trespassed onto my property."

"You were the creep that was living out of your old, burnt-down home and scaring people in the woods by being yourself."

"That's your house in the woods?" Peter asks Derek.

"What were you doing at my house?" Derek takes a step towards Peter.

"I, um, I..." Peter would never admit it, but Derek completely terrified him.

"I was parked out by your house." Y/N stated, coming downstairs in a new set of clothes and freshly showered, "I always park over there when I go for a run."

As Y/N walks over to Derek, the loft door swings open. Peter Hale walks into the apartment with an ax in his chest.

"You really need better security in this building," Peter states, wincing as he flops down next to Stiles on the couch.

"Peter, what an unpleasant surprise," Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes at the sight of him.

"Do you mind not getting blood on my couch?" Derek asks.

"Don't you want to ask me if I'm okay or what happened?" Peter rolls his eyes at his nephew.

"What happened, Peter? Who did you piss off this time?" Y/N asks him, walking closer to examine the ax.

"There was some mouthless guy in the parking lot who threw this ax at me," Peter waves to the ax in his chest, "He told me that Derek's next."

"If he's mouthless, how did he tell you Derek's next?" Stiles questions.

Peter pulls a little communicator out of his back pocket, "I was able to get this off of him when he tried to finish the job."

"Okay, Der, you deal with your uncle," Y/N states, grabbing the Camaro keys and her purse, "I'm going to take the other Peter home and then take Stiles back to his jeep. I will be back home after that."

She gives him a quick kiss goodbye before exiting the loft with Stiles and Peter Parker following her.

"So, who was that guy?" Peter asks when they get to the elevator.

"That's Peter." Stiles informs him, "He's Derek's psychotic uncle."

"Why do you say that?"

"The burnt-down house I was parked in front of was the Hale house. It's where the Hale pack lived. Derek and Peter are Hales by the way." Y/N tells Peter, getting off the elevator and walking towards the Camaro, "Anyways, Derek was dating this pedophile of a hunter, or more like she was taking advantage of him due to his age and emotional state. She then burnt down his house and killed almost everyone inside. The only people to survive were his uncle and two of his sisters. His uncle then went on a rampage and killed everyone who was involved in the fire or tried to hide the fact that it was murder."

"Actually, he thought he killed everyone. Kate kinda survived his claws ripping through her throat." Stiles adds.

"How did she survive that?" Peter asks.

"Even though it's rare, if an alpha scratches you deep enough, you could become one yourself." Y/N pulls out of the parking lot after Peter types in the lake house address in the GPS.

"So, he's an alpha?"

"He used to be." Stiles states, "He became an alpha after he killed his niece. Then Derek killed him and now he's an alpha. That's why his eyes are red."

"That seems like a messed-up family," Peter mumbles awkwardly.

"Like you're one to talk," Stiles snorts under his breath.

"I heard that." Peter glares at Stiles as he pretends he doesn't know what Peter's talking about, "So if he isn't an alpha, what is he now?"

"Beta," Y/N replies.

"What's the girl that was hearing voices in her head?"

"She's a banshee."

"What does that mean?"

"It means do your own research. We aren't telling you everything." Stiles interjects into the conversation, "If you aren't going to be honest with us, why should we be honest with you?"

"I just saved her life!" Peter waves his hands over to Y/N.

"I'm sure she saved your ass first."

"Boys, can you just shut up?" Y/N sighs, slowing down to stop at the red light, "None of this matters. I'm going to drop Peter off and we are going to forget this day ever happened. Peter, you saved my life and you seem great, but this is our world and I don't want you to get mixed up in it. I know you deal with a lot of dangerous people so I'm not going to let you deal with our dangerous people. Stiles, he's just asking questions and I'm about to drop him off, and then we will probably never see him again."

"What if I wanted to see you again?" Peter mumbles from the passenger seat.

"Like I said, you saved my life and all, but I have my own issues and I have to work most days because the hospital is understaffed. I'm also sure that your family would love to spend time with you since you are here on vacation with them."

"Fine." Peter sighs in defeat, "But your world is so much more interesting than mine."

"I highly doubt that." Stiles mumbles under his breath, noticing they are the only ones at the light.

As the light turns green, Y/N slowly starts to drive through the light when a large SUV strikes the Camaro on the driver's side. The Camaro slides off-road and tumbles into a ditch. It felt like minutes before the car stopped rolling. It’s now upside down and pinned against a tree.

"What the fuck was that?" Stiles groans in pain in the backseat.

"Someone ran the light," Peter responds, holding his chest in pain from where the seatbelt dug into it.

"No fucking shit!" Y/N exclaims.

They hear doors slamming shut and the sound of boots walking toward them. Peter tries to open the passenger door, but the tree doesn't allow him to.

"My door won't open. The tree is blocking it," He continues to try and get it open.

Y/N unbuckles herself from her seat and falls face-first into the steering wheel. She groans in pain and clutches her nose as she moves into a position to kick through the front windshield. With one hard kick, the remainder of the windshield flies off. She gets cut by some of the glass as she climbs out of the Camaro.

"Stiles, get down in case they start shooting at us!" Y/N yells at him as she helps Peter out of the car.

As Peter shakes off some of the glass, several guns and lights are pointed at him and Y/N. They both get ready to fight before they are shot with tranquilizer darts. Peter falls to the ground as Y/N starts to sway.

A blurry figure walks closer to her, "Shadow Wolf, we finally found you."

Y/N falls to the ground next to Peter. The blurry figure bends down next to them both with a grin on his face.

As he looks over the two of them, Peter notices the red symbol on the man's jacket, "Hydra."

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Fics by Theme || Like a Boss

Masterlist of Lists | Holy Grail Fics

In celebration of Women's History Month (in the US) and (belated) International Women's Day, these are my favorite fics that star a strong, confident, badass OC.

💪 = read these first (if you haven't already)!

P.S. I was planning on releasing this list earlier in the month but I've been busy studying for my board exams 😅. Hopefully I'll be able to get on a more regular schedule in mid-April after it's over!

After Midnight Series (m) by @gyukult | JJK | doctor reader, bad boy JK, fwb

Watch (read?) as the OC realizes that she does want a family, children, and white picket fence after all, and navigates finding a serious relationship while maintaining boundaries at work.

“Jeon Jungkook only likes seeing you after midnight.”

At the Heart of It All Series (m) 💪 by loseyoutoloveme (AO3) | KTH ft. Jaehyun (NCT) | college au, established relationship au, CS major reader, soccer captain TH, football captain Jaehyun, e2l, Jaehyun really calls Tae every letter in the alphabet except V

For all of the women in STEM out there, a story where the OC learns to own her intelligence and ambition instead of hiding behind a facade to please her parents. Tae isn't painted in the best light in this story (and of course, this is a fictional character) so you might want to skip this one if that upsets you.

How much longer can you keep up your ruse of being the perfect daughter and future, supportive soccer wife before everything comes crashing down?

Break My Mind's Eye Series (m) by @flowerwrites06 | JJK ft. MYG | arranged marriage au, fashion designer reader, drug lord JK, older brother TH, police officer YG, angst, mentions of drug use

A tale as old as time: sacrificing yourself for someone you love. I'm amazed at how the OC manages to flourish as a fashion designer in the face of adversity, and has the clarity of mind to make tough decisions that affect her and those around her.

"Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal."

Chism Series 💪 by @kpopfanfictrash | KTH | fantasy au, magic reader, winter god TH, s2l

This OC is strong in terms of her magic abilities as well as her resolution to stand up for what's right. She has an open mind and a lot of curiosity, which drives her harrowing journey to bring back seasons in a land that is permanently stuck in summer.

“Do not listen to what the prisoner has to say and above else, keep your head. The old gods may be dead, but the humans are living.”

Fight for You Series (m) 💪 by @ahundredtimesover | JJK | rich au, heiress/marketing executive reader, bodyguard JK, s2l, angst

All of us have had hurtful assumptions made about us – in the OC's case, everyone thinks that she's superficial and more interested in socializing than taking over her parents' business. What I love about this OC is how she stays true to herself and allows others continue to think what they want (even though it still hurts).

Jungkook takes the job as your bodyguard with the sole intention of earning enough money to fund his dreams. It takes him a long time to realize that his dreams are a lot closer than he previously thought.

From Home Series (m) 💪 by @gyukult | JJK | fake dating, baker reader, rich JK, e2l

The OC has a culinary degree, two jobs, and several bones to pick with Jungkook (the biggest of which seems to be his lackadaisical attitude toward money, even though he no longer has any). While working hard to achieve her dream of opening a bakery, she also learns how to accept help from others.

When Jungkook is kicked out, cut-off from his parents’ money, and forced to be a member of the working class, he views you as his ticket back home.

Matchmaker Series (m) 💪 by @bonvoyagenoona | JJK ft. MYG | CEO reader, banker JK, CFO YG, e2l

Aside from the fact that this OC founded her own business using evidence-based methods of matching people together (super cool in and of itself), I love how she's so confident in the algorithm that she's willing to take on the worst possible customer.

"How are you supposed to help find Namjoon the perfect match when Jungkook keeps sneering at your state-of-the-art, well-researched system? Then again, there’s nothing that your science can’t fix."

No Blueberries (m) by @gyukult | KTH | college au, reader & TH work at the library, annoyances2l (enemies seems too harsh)

It's refreshing to read about an OC who straightforwardly and unabashedly pursues a relationship with someone she's interested in.

You're a simple woman who knows what you want: Kim Taehyung.

Office Hours Series (m) by @bonvoyagenoona | KNJ ft. KSJ | college au, professor reader/NJ/SJ, e2l

For all of the women out there struggling through their graduate studies in academia, the OC tackles challenges that almost seem too real: balancing teaching and research duties with mental health, the struggle to get tenure, and dealing with divorce when all your work is tied to your married name.

"Just over twenty-four hours ago, both of you were looking into each others’ eyes from across a conference room table, screaming that the other would shut up. Now, you realize that there are so many more questions to ask, and that you desperately want to find out each other’s answers."

Once Upon a Bracelet (m) by @ladyartemesia | JJK ft. KSJ | fantasy, sorceress reader, prince SJ/JK, e2l

I love how fierce this OC is – she's never one to back away from a challenge, and she finds someone who kindles her sparks into wildfires.

“Jeon Jungkook is (probably) a former necromancer and (definitely) the wrong prince… but the bracelets tell a different story.”

Ready or Not Series (m) by @littlemisskookie | KTH | Battle Royale (Hunger Games-esque) au, dystopian au, student reader/TH, ☠️

NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. A story in which the OC has been trained her whole life to win the Battle Royale, and she fully intends to win.

"Your class field trip turns out to be a battle to the death."

Reliability Series by @mrsparknamjoon | KTH | CEO au, businesswoman reader, CEO TH, e2l

A series that starts with "fake it 'til you make it" and turns into loving yourself enough to know when you should leave a poor work environment and relationship that isn't working out.

You don't know what you got until it's gone. When you leave Taehyung's company, he realizes that he's lost more than a trusted advisor and former business school rival.

Scumbag Series by @tangerineyoongles | MYG & PJM (feat. KSJ) | ongoing, bookstore owner reader, flower shop owner JM, angst, s2f2l, mentions of death and alcoholism

Strength comes in different shapes and sizes. Sometimes the hardest thing to do in life is to admit that you were wrong, acknowledge that your actions hurt others, and move forward the best you can.

"Life had not dealt you a favorable hand, but instead of trying to make the best of it, you live your life with a bitter kick in your step, taking anyone and everyone you can down with you."

Straight Shooter (m) by @snackhobi | MYG | futuristic/sci fi au, weapons builder reader, assassin YG, e2l

I appreciate how this OC is confident in her abilities as an amazing weapon designer and continues on with her work (albeit with stronger protection) despite a terrifying break in.

Yoongi swears that the only reason he visits you is because you’re the best gunsmith in the city.

The Road to Radiant by @kookskingdom | JJK | gamer au, team captain reader, rival team member JK, e2l

A reminder that even good leaders have moments of self-doubt, and that teams are only as strong as the weakest link.

When one of your team members leaves to join your rival team, you scramble to find a replacement.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Hey Ray I'm curious🤔, in the Heart In Hand Au, what is Aizawa's response to the (probably first of many) pregnancy announcement from the TodoDeku couple, would he be trying to straight up retire, because, gods and goddesses, above having one Midoriya in his class was one too many.

I can see him ready to throw hands with yagi for the godfather spot though.

Look by the time TodoDeku decide that biological kids are an adventure they wanna embark upon Aizawa has long since grown accustomed to having a permanent migraine (he's pretty sure it's a tumor) that he's hate named The Problem Couple(TM).

He had to live through and partly oversee the Courting that became legend in UA. And he was the one who had to deal with Shouto trying to adopt any sad-looking child that came within a scenting distance of Izuku.

(Having to have the "Found Family doesn't mean what you think it means Todoroki, stop listening to Ashido" conversation during their first year is a memory Shouta would like to have trauma blocked please and thank you.)

And it's not like them finally graduating meant he got away from them. Oh no, he's not that lucky.

He still has to routinely see articles and news posts about the newest shit Shouto has said about how much he loves Izuku.

(Hizashi's keeping a scrapbook of articles for whenever another one of Shouto's legendarily outlandish dates and/or anniversary events makes the news. The second vow renewal, while totally overdone, was actually really impressive even he has to admit that.)

Or he has to see coverage about how Shouto won't stop hate tweeting anyone who talks bad about Izuku online.

Or the news frenzy about Izuku almost getting into a fistfight on national news with someone who made a nasty comment about Shouto and "The Endeavour Situation" as it's become known.

Those two are very much the background radiation of his life.

....

They're also the foreground radiation of his life now that he's thinking about it because out of all of the Hell Class besides Hitoshi obviously those two are the most diligent about keeping in contact with him and Hizashi.

(He'll never be sure how, exactly, he and Hizashi ended up in this strange 5-way split in-laws clusterfuck alongside Yagi, Inko, and Rei-san but, alas, here they are.)

So the moment he gets that first birth announcement he counts forward the years and pre-dates his resignation. He'll either be blissfully dead or retired by that time. Because he's not dealing with all of that, nope, not happening.

Having the two originals was bad enough, he's not looking to have to deal with training the first in what will inevitably be their baseball team.

Turns out he's full of shit and everyone but him seems to know it.

Hizashi might have had to step outside before he shattered multiple windows the first time one of The Brood called him Loudpa but he absolutely saw the way Shouta teared up when one of them gave him a gummy grin and burbled out a Nyan-paw at him (Hitoshi's fault if the snickering is anything to go by).

So, Shouta's grudgingly been acting as a suspiciously unaging Nezu's vice-principal for a while when the time rolls around and the Hell Class' spawn reach UA age.

It's like they all decided to have kids at the same time too. Probably just to torture him personally.

(And no Hizashi he's not joking about them planning the kid thing either. Between Izuku's analytical skills, Tenya's anal retentiveness and love of schedules, Momo's god-tier organization skills, and the entire class's tendency towards being absolutely petty and chaotic together he's serious.)

Looking at the roster of hero hopefuls is like getting hit directly in the face with nostalgia and affection all at the same time though. Even if Shouta won't outright admit it.

Because these are his Hell Class' kids.

He's watched this mess of chaos be born and grow and now they're here, looking to step up as the next generation of heroes.

They're gonna be a headache and a half, just like their parents.

He pities the fool teacher who has to put up with them.

So, of course, Eraserhead takes his first full heroics class in almost a decade.

Like he'd trust the training of his chaotic mess of a family to anyone else.