#big thanks for my wife for beta'ing this

[holeybubushka]

Chapters: 2/11 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Francesca Bridgerton/Michaela Stirling, Benedict Bridgerton/Sophie Baek, Eloise Bridgerton & Francesca Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton & Michaela Stirling, Benedict Bridgerton & Eloise Bridgerton, Sophie Baek & Michaela Stirling Characters: Francesca Bridgerton, Michaela Stirling, Eloise Bridgerton, Janet Stirling, Benedict Bridgerton, Sophie Baek Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, canon-verse, John is dead, Mutual Pining, repressed homosexuality, Michaela is trying her best folks, Sophie Baek is more observant than you, Eloise Bridgerton is less observant than you, Benedict Bridgerton is an excellent big brother, POV Alternating Summary:

Almost three years after the death of her husband, Francesca is officially out of her mourning period and ready for the next phase of her life.

However, despite the urging of her mother, she is in no hurry to return to Mayfair. Instead, she wishes to remain in Scotland with her dear friend Michaela, the newly minted Countess of Kilmartin, and run the estate together, as John would have wished.

But she cannot fathom why, on occasions, she is drawn to Michaela for reasons she cannot quite name. Why sometimes there is a strange intensity between them, a tension that she doesn’t share with anyone else.

or; Falling in love with your best friend, even if you don't quite know it yet. Chapter two is up! Apologies for the wait, the end of 2024 was very busy!

[dabilove27]

Paring: Touya Todoroki x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, alcohol, age gap (reader is 18 and Touya is 28), manipulative Touya, cursing, smoking, unprotected vaginal sex, Shouto is possessive, Touya is just a complete ass, reader is kind of dumb and love struck, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby, doll). If anything is missed please let me know

Word Count: 6.9k

A/N: So I started this piece before I got pregnant and then finished it and never edited it. This takes place as if Touya never became Dabi. I was finally able to sit my ass down and do it. Thank you as always to @lady-lunaaa for cheering me on since I started this piece and for supporting me for over a year any time it was brought up. Love you dearly 💜 Thank you both (again) to my wife, Luna and @gixxie for beta'ing!

Shouto has known you since childhood. And from Endeavor's standpoint, you seemed to be the only one worthy of Shoto's free time. The two of you had grown up together, and during those years, you had come to know the entire Todoroki family. You eventually became an everyday occurrence in their household.

Due to all of this, you have developed your own connections with each member of the Todoroki family. For the most part, you avoided Enji; after hearing and witnessing Shouto's training regiments from childhood, it was hard to be around Enji at all. You had known Rei before the kettle incident, and during that period, she was like a second mother to you, kind and caring. After she was taken to the hospital, the most you were ever able to talk with her was in Shouto's letters as the clinic didn't allow visitors outside of the family. Fuyumi became the big sister you always wanted but never had. You would help her cook the family meals or keep the peace between the boys and Enji. Natsuo treated you like a little sister, constantly teasing you and Shouto. He relished in the embarrassed looks both of you sported when he would ask the two of you when Shouto planned to make you an official part of the Todoroki household.

But as far as you knew, Shouto saw you as a sister and best friend, nothing more. So you knew that nothing would ever happen with him, despite Natsuo's relentless teasing. You were never going to become an official Todoroki.

There was a reason Natsuo teased the two of you so heavily, though. Almost everyone else in the family could see Shouto was smitten with you. For goodness sake, you spent nearly every free moment together. They saw how Shouto's stares would always linger on your figure during training. Or when he would always insist on being the one sitting next to you at the dinner table. But they noticed it the most when they would hear Shouto genuinely laugh with you, something that went almost extinct from the home after Rei was sent away. Shouto knew he wanted to marry you one day if that is what you wanted. As for now, though, the two of you were focused on your upcoming graduation from UA.

While you had a good relationship with the rest of the household, there was one person that you didn't get along with. Touya. Touya, who treated you and Shouto like the dirt beneath his boots. He couldn't be bothered with what you "kids" were doing. He would continually snap at the two of you with a snarl for annoying him.

Shouto quickly picked up how your face would crumple at Touya's harsh words. He always went out of his way to reassure you that his older brother was just jealous because he wasn't Enji's priority anymore. It had nothing to do with you and that you shouldn't take it personally. He hated that his brother had this effect on you.

But it always left you with a pang in your heart because what Shouto didn't know is that you were enraptured with Touya's bad-boy persona. When you were all younger, it was a schoolgirl crush. The usual, I'm in love with my best friend's brother trope. You would giggle when Touya would make jabs at Natsuo or purposely piss off Enji. But if Touya caught you laughing, he would roll his eyes and scoff as he stomped off. He didn't need Shouto's little friend to notice him; it was annoying. The last thing he wanted was anything that reminded him of Shouto near him.

As the two of you grew older, your simple crush kept growing, particularly when Touya began to change his look. Touya dyed his hair black at fifteen, and then when he was eighteen, he started to get piercings and tattoos. From the three tiny studs in his nose to the tattoos wrapping up his arms, he fit the bad boy image that had your brain going into overdrive. You were utterly awe-struck by him.

But, like a tale as old as time, you enjoyed chasing him; even with all the sneers and dirty looks, your feelings wouldn't dissipate. Touya was nothing like the to-be heroes in your class. Danger and maturity seemed to radiate from him. He had this I don't care mindset that just continued to pull you in deeper.

Everything changed shortly after you and Shouto graduated from UA. While it had been clear for a long time that Touya wasn't going to become a hero, the fire of hatred inside of him exploded when his brother graduated. It also infuriated Touya that nothing seemed to get to Shouto either. None of Touya's teasing, none of calling him Endeavor's "little toy," absolutely nothing. He wanted Shouto to hurt like he did. To feel the pain of not being important anymore.

And it was about this time Touya began to see you as more than just his kid brother's annoying friend. Or rather, he noticed you were more than just a friend in Shouto's eyes. He saw how Shouto was different from you. In the way, Shouto wasn't stone-faced around you. He saw that Shouto let his guard down around you and would even smile. Touya would notice Shouto go out of his way to make you happy. Anything you might have said in passing that you wanted or thought was nice, Shouto would be found going out and purchasing the next day.

Touya mused on how his stupid brother couldn't even make a move on the woman he liked. Touya realized Shouto never had to worry about losing you. Since childhood, he had been with you, and no one dared to split that up.

That's when a plan began to form in Touya's head. If trying to be number one with their father didn't phase Shouto and treating him like shit didn't bother him, then taking the one thing he showed interest in would.

Of course, Touya had picked up on your stupid crush on him over the years. It was pathetic, really. How you would perk up if he even glanced in your direction. He noticed how you hung on every word he uttered at the dinner table. It was just annoying before, but now he could use that to his advantage.

As the wheels turned, he put his plan into action. He slowly changed the dynamic while Shouto was at home. He wanted to draw this out, make Shouto suffer for coming in and fucking up everything in his life. It was just his luck that you continued to use the Todoroki's home gym after graduating.

And so, Touya chose to begin there. After one rigorous training session between you and Shouto. He caught you on the way out of the workout room as you went to the kitchen to grab water.

Like a cat and mouse game, he made his way quickly to the kitchen so that he was already in the room by the time you arrived. Touya took a moment to appreciate your figure in a way he never had before. He took in how your all-black workout clothes clung tightly to your curves. Sweat from the training session lays on your collar bones and face glistening in the sunlight filtering in from the kitchen window. Touya realized this might be more enjoyable for him than he first thought if he got to have fun with a body like yours.

"Nice to see you again," his sultry voice sent a jolt of adrenaline through your body. You hadn't expected anyone to be in the kitchen.

"Oh hey, Touya," you timidly respond, allowing your gaze to drift over his body. He wore his usual tight black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Fuck, he always looked so edgy. Thoughts start to fly through your head because he never acknowledged you before except to ridicule you. Alarm bells should have been ringing, but you were just so excited he wasn't calling you a name for once.

Touya didn't miss the way your eyes lingered on his body, a smirk growing on his face. Time to test the waters. "Looks like that was an intense session." He purrs, adding as much syrup to his voice as possible as he turns towards the fridge and grabs a water bottle out of it. He shuts the fridge door, turns back to you, and gives you a small smile. Not enough to shock you because you hardly ever saw him really smile but just enough to pull you into his web.

Your body tenses a bit, and you feel a heat rush through your body, not sure what you should say next. This was very unexpected. Touya had never made any sort of casual conversation with you. You were completely ignored or told to "get out of my way, brat."

You were lost in your immediate shock of Touya being nice; you didn't notice him moving across the kitchen to give you the water bottle. Slowly and quietly, like a lion sneaking up on his prey. "You look like you need to cool down." He says, tone slipping into a more sultry vibe before he continues. "We don't want you getting all hot and bothered." He can't help the growing smirk on his face as he places the cool bottle against your heated cheek. Touya watches as your eyes widen, and he knows you've been caught in his trap.

If you thought you were hot before the workout, you were burning up now with Touya's attention. Your mouth opens in a slight gape as you take the bottle from his outstretched hand as you stutter out a thank you and avoid eye contact with those turquoise eyes that you swear you could get lost in. You weren't sure if you could recover if you had to look at those eyes for longer than a moment.

It was then that Shouto also entered the kitchen, drenched in sweat and dawning his own workout clothes. Taute biceps stretched beneath the breathable fabric. His eyes instantly narrow as he takes in your proximity to his brother.

Something was up; Touya never paid attention to the two of you except to give jabs or growl at the two of you for annoying him. He absolutely was never helpful enough to grab a water bottle. "What do you want, Touya? She's not bothering you. Just go away." Shouto barks out while moving to place himself between you and his older brother. It's a tight fit with the two grown men staring each other down, but Shouto isn't going to let Touya push you around.

Touya's smirk grows at his brother's reaction. Oh, yes, this will be so sweet. He thinks to himself as he continues to eye the hostile look Shouto is throwing at him. "What's up, little brother? I was just giving her some water," Touya emphasizes the little and snickers while raising his shoulders and hands in a shrug.

"He really was just giving me water, Sho. I'm fine, really," you say quietly while reaching out a hand to gently grasp Shouto's bicep. You can feel him tense beneath your touch.

Shouto is at a loss for words; Touya was not helpful. He didn't just do nice things for other people. Touya cared about one person, and that was himself as far as anyone knew. So kind actions are highly out of character for his brother.

As Shouto drags you out of the kitchen, you spare a glance back to Touya with an apologetic look. You aren't sure why Shouto reacts this way; he's never stormed out of a room with you before because of Touya. More times than not, he stands his ground with his older brother.

Touya beams inside because you are not paying attention to his stupid little brother, but you look back at him. He takes this moment to continue fanning the flame he just ignited by giving you a quick wink.

Tremendous satisfaction fills him when he sees the cute little look of shock on your face and the tiny grin that follows. Oh yeah, this will be fun.

After that, Shouto was more clingy with you whenever you were over at his house. He didn't want you to be out of his sight or anywhere near Touya. He knew Touya had something planned, and he didn't want you anywhere close to whatever it was. Shouto knows Touya isn't safe or considerate towards anyone. He wants to do anything to prevent you from getting hurt by that asshole.

Just please stay away from him. Shouto would plead with you while he continued to list all the reasons Touya was a horrible person.

But you, on the other hand, you had trouble controlling the little flutter in your stomach anytime you saw Touya walk through the room. He no longer ignored you as he used to for the past eighteen years. He'd stop to acknowledge you, leaving behind a lopsided smile that left your mind feeling weightless. He also started sending you quick winks every now and then when he made a jab about a Todoroki family member. It was as if the two of you were in on a secret that no one else knew. The thought of it made your heart race.

The best times, though, the times that showed you he wasn't this horrible person Shouto was yapping about, was when he went out of his way to do something for you. Like grabbing you a snack if he heard you telling Shouto, you were hungry. Or holding the door for you. Those little actions made you the happiest. Not only was Touya acknowledging you were alive, but he was also kind. Shouto had no idea what he was talking about. Never would you have imagined that Touya would treat you so nicely. But you were naive, blinded by your long-term crush on him to see the real reason why he was doing this.

Because Touya relished every time, Shouto's face would grow dark at every kind gesture Touya extended to you. Touya became elated at the look of disgust on Shouto's face the first time he caught a wink between the two of you. And every time Shouto would drag you away while glaring at Touya, it was almost like a high for him. Satisfaction coursed through his veins. But these minor reactions from Shouto were small compared to what Touya really had planned.

Shortly after, Touya put the next steps of his plan into action. This would see how far he could go before moving to the final phase of his project with you.

It was a typical afternoon for you and Shouto. The two of you sprawled on the oversized couch in the modern living room of the Todoroki estate. You lazily reach into the bowl of popcorn nestled between you and find that you only meet leftover kernels. How the two of you would finish a large bowl of popcorn before the movie was even a quarter way through was beyond you, but you wanted more. With a bit of a huff, you push yourself out of your comfortable position and grab the empty bowl while letting Shouto know you will make some more. Shouto acknowledges your statement with a soft grunt as you make your way to the kitchen.

Pulling the popcorn bag out of the pantry and removing the crinkly plastic wrap, you fail to notice Touya slipping into the room and his silent procession towards the pantry. It was almost too easy for him now. Touya takes a quick moment to appreciate how your lounge shorts clung to the curve of your ass as he takes a step right behind you.

Shock goes through your body as the pressure from an unexpected hand comes to rest on your hip. You try to calm your racing thoughts, thinking that this must be Shouto; he's the only one who would ever get this close to you. But then the smell of a cologne mixed with cigarettes that had only ever touched your nose in passing hits you. It takes a moment for your brain to connect until it clicks— this isn't Shouto; it's Touya.

Your brain short circuits as you take in precisely what's happening. Touya has you caged between himself and the pantry, the open door to the pantry blocking the two of you from anyone's view if they were to pass by the kitchen. He's close but not touching you, minus the sizable warm hand still weighing heavy on your hip.

"Sorry, sweetheart, just have to get something out of here," he says, voice raspy but light in its timbre. If you could see his face, you were sure he'd have his signature smirk, making your knees feel wobbly. But you can't see him, so your mind is left blank as he practically whispers into your ear.

His grip tightens, just a bit, on your hip as he pushes his body forward into yours, reaching above you to get what he needs. Of course, what he needed was on the top shelf. This allowed him to get even closer as he searched for whatever he wanted from the pantry. The rough material of his jeans brushes on the back of your exposed thighs as you watch his hand lift upward. Legs begin to feel like jelly at the closeness of your body to his. You don't even want to imagine how close his crotch is to your butt. Your brain can't even think straight. No words can escape. You stand flustered as Touya takes his sweet-ass time finding what he needs.

You can't see the wide smirk Touya is sporting as he celebrates this victory. While he would have been elated if Shouto walked in on this little scene, this was a brief test to see how you'd react. You hadn't pushed him away, and you weren't put off with his closeness. This is precisely what he wanted and gave him the green light to move to the next stage of his plan. He marveled at how cute you were when you became speechless at the slightest bit of attention from him. The way you froze like a deer in headlights. Unable to move from the impending impact.

After what feels like entirely too long, Touya pulls away, and you swear you hear a chuckle tickle the back of your neck as he does. You can still feel the heat of his hand on your hip as you try to gather your buzzing thoughts and calm your heart rate. And you think you're doing fine until he leans down to your ear and whispers in that sinful voice, "See you later, sweetheart." Your heart rate skyrockets and you swear you can hear the muscle beating in your ears.

And you end up missing the little snicker Touya is giving as he heads out of the kitchen empty-handed.

It was a hot summer day when your phone buzzed a few weeks later. Grabbing it, a text from Shouto pops up asking you to come over for training. "That's weird. He said he would spend the day at the agency with Enji," You think aloud while you start to pace a little around your room. It was odd for Shouto to change plans; it wasn't like him at all. He was very regimented in his choices. But you push the worry aside while changing into your training clothes. At least your day wouldn't be just sitting at home all day now.

At the Todorki estate, Touya quickly deletes the messages he just sent and received. His stupid little brother always left his phone in random places, and Touya took that opportunity to snatch it. Shouto didn't want to deal with his father's wrath, so he left the house without it.

Touya chucks his brother's phone on the wooden coffee table and makes his way to his room. He has to time this idea perfectly to break his little brother.

After a short walk, you arrive at the Todoroki estate. You knock on the door and wait a minute, unsure if you should text Shouto first. Since the change in Touya, he has gotten a bit paranoid about Touya interacting with you and wanted you to text him, so Touya wasn't alerted to your arrival. Though you had already knocked on the door, it didn't matter; Shouto wouldn't be far behind even if Touya answered.

As the door slowly creaks open, your eyes meet a pair of cerulean eyes and jet black hair. That cocky smirk is permanently pressed on Touya's face as he leans against the open door frame. "Hey doll, whatcha doing here?" His tone is casual but surprised, masking that he knows exactly what he's asking.

Touya's eyes fall over your form slowly. It's not like he hadn't seen you in your workout clothes before. But now, he was taking more appreciation for how your top perfectly cups around your curves. He loved to make out the slight cleavage from the v-neckline and how your shorts showed off your toned legs and a gorgeous ass. His mouth began to water as he took in his prize. At that moment, it was like you were the lamb, and he was the wolf.

"Oh hey, Touya, I'm just here to do some training with Shouto," you choke out, trying not to feel uncomfortable at his unnerving examination. Even with the flirty remarks the past few weeks, something tells you to run in your gut. Your brain is sending off alarm signals. But this is Touya, sure, he's got that bad boy image, but he wouldn't hurt you. Right? You push down that gnawing feeling inside you; you're safe with Touya, you're sure of it.

"He's not here, babe. I thought my stupid brother would have told you that." Touya quirks a brow at you, still keeping that smirk on his face like he's in on a secret that you won't get to know.

Your face squints, trying to make sense of his words, "Oh, but he text-" You can't finish your sentence before Touya wraps a lanky arm around your shoulders and cuts you off. A little thrill slides into your stomach at the action.

"Ah, don't worry about him! He'll probably be home soon. Hey, want to see something cool?" And you can't look away, you can't run away despite the alarms ringing in your brain, that something isn't right. You let out a slight nod, and that's all Touya needs before he's kicking the door closed with his foot and guiding you in the direction of his room.

You've never been in Touya's room before. This feels incredibly intimate even though he's gotten closer to you over these last few weeks. His arm has navigated down to the middle of your back as he guides you down the massive hallways to his room. Long ring-covered fingers ghosting your workout shirt.

Arriving at his door, he uses the hand that isn't resting on your back to grasp the doorknob and push it open. Touya lightly puts pressure in the middle of your back to coax you into his room. After the two of you are both in, you hear him push the door behind you with his foot to close it.

You feel a bit giddy for a moment; it's like going on a first date type of excitement. To be alone with Touya in his room feels so exciting you can't stop your body from shifting back and forth. The enthusiasm overruns all of your other thoughts, pushing out that worry in your stomach. All of the warnings Shouto has given you about Touya fade away.

Touya's room is pretty typical for a young adult. Some piles of clothes are strewn across the ground, and random wrappers litter the nightstand. His bed is large and covered in unmade black sheets and a wrinkled blue comforter. It's very different from Shouto's, whose is organized and neat. You contemplate how different they are just in how their rooms look.

Touya makes his way to his closet but gives you a gesture to sit on the bed as he starts to dig in his closet. You move towards the bed, heart rate beginning to pick up as you approach it. Your mouth feels dry as you think about how intimate this really is, sitting on a man's bed with the door closed. All the times when Shouto would come over and your mother insisted if the two of you were in your room, the door must stay open flashes through your brain.

You shake those lingering thoughts from your head. Because you aren't a kid anymore, you and Touya are both adults, and if you want to keep the door closed, you can. This thought reassures you a bit but doesn't calm down your racing heart as you finally take a seat on the plush surface. The Todorokis always have the best of everything, so it's no surprise that his comforter feels as soft as silk. "So uh, what did you want to show me?" You ask timidly, swinging your feet while looking at Touya, still rummaging in his closet.

"Your patience is about to be rewarded, sweetheart." Even though you can't see that cocky grin on his face, you can make it out in his tone. You feel like you should have gotten used to the pet names by now, but every time he throws in a doll, sweetheart, or babe, you feel a little smile come to your face. You'll never know if he calls other girls those things, but it feels nice. It feels nice to finally be noticed by him and be treated so sweetly by him after years of looking up to him. "Ah yes, here it is!" Touya exclaims as he shuffles out of his closet.

He saunters over to your place on the bed and shows you the "cool" thing he's been talking about. He's holding a sizeable blue-tinted bottle with "Vodka" written in pretty script across it and two clear shot glasses balanced between his fingers.

Why he would have those things stored in his closet is beyond you. Probably to keep his vices away from Enji is the only logical reason you can fathom. You stifle a laugh behind your hand, "Seriously, Touya, this cool thing is Vodka? You do know I'm eighteen, not fourteen, right?" You say humorously while pushing his leg gently with your foot.

This is good Touya muses silently as he appreciates the little bit of flirting you're doing. He's got you right where he wants you, playing right into his hand, and loves it. "Of course, I know you're not fourteen, doll, but have you ever had a drink before?" He returns your flirt with a witty tone and an arched brow as he plops down next to you on the bed.

Furrowing your own brows, you glance away from him. Embarrassed because, truthfully, the only drinking you have ever done is sharing a glass of champagne with your parents on New Year's. "Of course I have!" you huff with a pout and crossing your arms over your chest.

Touya loves the way you're acting all tough for him. He knows that you're just as goody-two-shoes as his dumb brother, but he can't help but think how fucking cute you are. So cute how you think you can match him in any aspect of life. "Alright, little one, no need to be grumpy," he lets out with a low chuckle as he sets the shot glasses on his bedside table and pours the clear liquid into them just under the lip of the glass. Balancing the glasses in his fingers, he holds one out to you.

You take it from him with a shaky breath and bring it to your lips. The overpowering scent of the Vodka stings your nose, and you do everything to prevent yourself from scrunching up your nose at the smell. You don't want Touya to think you can't hang out or aren't cool.

Touya has his own shot held up and quirks a brow at you with a smirk on his face. "Ready, babe?"

Swallowing, you nod and part your lips and bring the cup to them, you swallow down the strong-tasting liquid. It burns going down, much more than the cheap champagne you drink with your parents. This time you can't stop your face from completely scrunching as the aftertaste lingers on your tongue.

Once again, the word cute passes through Touya's mind. So innocently cute, and right here in his trap, none the wiser. The thought sends a thrill through him. "Another one?" He offers in his hoarse voice as he takes the glass from your hand.

You aren't sure you want another one. It's not necessarily an enjoyable taste for you. But liquid courage wins out over logic. So you nod, and if you didn't know any better, you would say the smirk on Touya's face grows. But you aren't sure if that's just the alcohol.

A little while later, you've lost count of the number of shots the two of you have taken. The room feels wobbly, and you're sure you'll fall right back down if you stand up.

Touya, on the other hand, seems perfectly fine. He's not having trouble sitting up correctly or swaying like you are. Touya retakes your glass, and you are about to turn down another shot because you really don't think you can stomach it. Thankfully he sets both glasses down on the nightstand with a clink.

"How are you doing, baby girl?" His voice, raspy and a bit muffled, reaches your ears, but you don't miss the pet name.

It's hard to keep your embarrassment at bay with the alcohol flowing through you.

Giggles flow out of you without a barrier. "Mmm-fine, Touya," you slur as your body sways toward him.

Touya wraps his arm around your waist to stabilize you and pulls you up onto his lap, where you end up straddling him. The action makes your already muddled brain even woozier. The warmth his breath hits you as you place your hands on his broad shoulders for support.

And it all happens in an instant, you aren't sure if you moved towards him or he moved towards you, but your lips are locked together. It starts slowly with the two of you pushing your mouths together. But it quickly evolves into something deeper as you feel his tongue swipe against your lower lip. You willingly open your mouth just a bit before his tongue moves through the gap. It's overwhelmingly hot, but you don't want to pull away. You've wanted this with Touya for so long, and it's like if you end it now, it would be over too soon.

Eventually, both of you need to breathe, and you pull away from him, gasping for air. Touya seems hardly fazed as he stares at you with half-lidded eyes laced with lust, his signature smirk lazing on his face.

You inhale suddenly when his hands encircle your entire body in an embrace, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. "Damn, babe, you taste so good," his voice raspy as he whispers, placing light kisses up your neck.

You feel hazy, like your head is in the clouds as he trails his lips along your collarbone, sucking and nipping. Unbeknownst to you that he purposely leaves marks for Shouto to see later. A soft gasp escapes your lips as he slips his hands under your shirt, hands dancing up your torso. Your gaze meets his smoldering lidded one, and you can see the lust in his eyes. Touya captures your lips in a heated kiss as he moves his hands up your torso and under your bra to cup your breast.

You break the kiss with a hiss as he begins to grope the mound, pulling your nipples between his fingers. It all feels so overwhelming; you're not sure how much you can take. You can feel your underwear growing wetter by the moment, and there is an ache to have Touya use those large hands elsewhere.

"Touya," you let out a little whine and look at him with those clouded eyes he's been waiting to see. He can feel his dick straining hard against the fabric of his jeans. Everything is going just as he wanted; you walked right into this plan he had set, and very soon, it would all come to fruition.

"What, baby, tell me what you need," he growls and gives your breast another rough squeeze.

Everything feels so hot; you want more than just kissing and touching. You move off Touya's lap and stand up, a little sway in your stance due to the alcohol coursing through your system. Your mouth begins to water as your eyes land on the bulge outlined in Touya's pants.

Touya doesn't miss the eye contact you are making with his crotch as you clumsily slip off your pants. "Like what you see, sweetheart?" He chuckles while moving one of his large hands to palm his erection. "Cause I know I sure fucking do."

His words cause a flutter in your stomach, and you nod, not being able to form words of your own. Touya moves off the bed and motions for you to lay where he had previously been. You don't think for a second before quickly taking his place in just your underwear.

"You ready, baby girl?" He lets out with a deep rumble as his eyes rake over your form. You nod, entranced by this man you've had a crush on for years.

Touya begins to disrobe, pulling his t-shirt over his head to expose his lean body. You had seen Shouto's body during training. He tends to burn his clothes when using the fire side of his quirk, so it wasn't like you were shy around a man's body. Still, Touya's body did not disappoint. He was lean but still sculpted in some areas. Trailing your eyes over his slender abdomen, you follow the small patch of red hair leading to what is still covered by his jeans. Touya quickly unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down along with his underwear.

You swallow as you take in his sizable length. It's long with a fair girth and pearlescent precum at the tip. But, the thing that really pulls your attention is the Jacob's ladder piercing trailing along the underside. You take your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the moan from just seeing his member. You had wondered for many many nights how he looked under his jeans.

Touya takes no extra time before approaching you on the bed and crawling on top of you. He moves his hand to your waiting pussy and slips a finger under the cotton undergarments. "So wet for me, sweetheart? What did I do to get this lucky?" He rasps out, gathering your slick on a finger and slowly pushing into your entrance. This time, you can't hold back the moan that escapes your lips as his finger begins to curl up and hit that spongy spot inside you.

It isn't long after Touya's ministrations that he pulls out his finger and admires the clear liquid coating it. "Fuck baby, I can't wait. Need my dick in there right now." Touya growls while pulling your panties entirely off and pulling your knees apart. He takes a moment to admire your fluttering entrance before lining up his erection.

You can feel the coil inside of you about to burst, and you aren't sure how long you'll last; your hips scoot forward, begging for him to fuck you. He chuckles at your movements and, in one swift motion, sheathes himself entirely inside you. Your gasp turns into a moan as he starts a steady rhythm of fucking you. You feel so full; the contrast of his own heat and the cool metal of his piercings dragging along your insides is driving you crazy.

"Fuck," Touya inhales sharply, "fuck, you are so tight, doll." He continues to fuck you relentlessly, pleased with how this is going exactly as planned. You're so quickly pliant in his hands with your knees perched on his shoulder. Every thrust he makes hits you deep inside and just right, as a string of moans continues to fall out.

You can feel the coil inside of you tight and about to burst. "T-T-to-" you try to tell him, ask him to slow down, but the words don't come. You can't get them out. A moment later, the coil breaks. You cum hard, your pussy pulsating around Touya's length. And Touya can't hold on much longer after that either. His thrusts become erratic, the pounding pattern lost as he chases after his release. You are still trying to catch your breath as he spills himself into you with a loud groan.

"Fuckkkk, baby girl," Touya pants out as he collapses on top of you, face buried into your neck. "We are going to have to do that again." He chuckles and places a peck on your neck before slowly pulling out of you with a hiss. Pulling back, he takes in your disheveled state, admiring the mix of your combined cum leaking from your pussy. *Oh fuck, this is perfect Shouto should be home soon.* The thought flashes through Touya's mind as he listens to your little pants in the silent room.

Touya rearranges himself in the bed and pulls you onto his chest as he props himself up against the headboard. He's so warm; sweat covers both of your bodies, but you can't seem to get the energy to move. Your brain begins to clear a bit, and you mumble, "Gotta leave, Shouto will see." You can hardly keep your eyes open anymore, though, much less get up.

Touya feels a flash of annoyance go him that he doesn't expect. Why the fuck are you thinking about his stupid brother? But isn't that what he wants? For Shouto to see? He needs you to stay right here; he needs to shove this in Shouto's face. But a nagging thought is poking at him because you mentioned Shouto. Shouto of all people after he was the one who just fucked your brains out. "It's okay, baby, he doesn't have to know," Touya mumbles while slowly rubbing his hand up and down your spine. A moment later, he can feel your breathing steady and looks down to see your eyes are closed. "That's right, you stay right here, where you belong," he whispers, tracing up and down your back.

Touya leans over to his nightstand, careful not to wake you up. He pulls his cigarettes and lighter out and lights the small stick up. He had to do something to bring his little brother here for the last part of his plan. Shouto always comes to his room if he smells cigarette smoke. It's the only thing he still snaps at Touya for. And like clockwork, Touya hears the front door to the estate open.

Shouto is annoyed as he comes into the estate. He forgot his phone all day or lost it somewhere, his father was insufferable at the agency, and he is done with today. He stops when he sees a pair of shoes that are relatively familiar sitting by the door. He recalls that you have the same pair. He realizes Touya probably has someone over since he seems to be the only person home.

The smell of cigarette smoke hits his nostrils coming from the direction of Touya's room. "Shit, if dad comes home and smells that, we will all get yelled at," Shouto grumbles while stomping towards Touya's bedroom. Shouto doesn't care if his brother has company. He doesn't want to hear more of his father's screeching this evening.

When Shouto arrives at his brother's room, he raps on the door with his fist, "Touya, put that out. I don't want to deal with dad's whining about it!" Shouto yells through the door; he prefers not to see his brother in a state of disarray if he's with a girl; that's all Touya ever brings a girl home for. Gross.

"Sorry, baby bro, can't hear you come on in!" Touya's muffled chuckle comes through and agitates Shouto even more. Shouto knows that Touya knows precisely why he is knocking on his door. But Shouto is so annoyed by the day he doesn't care if his stupid brother wants to ruin his moment with a girl.

But Shouto should have remembered Touya isn't stupid. There is a plan for everything Touya does. Touya schemes, Touya plots, and Touya wants to bring down Shouto. So when Shouto angrily pushes the door open, it takes him a moment to register who is sprawled across Touya's chest. His eyes widen as he recognizes your face, identifies your hair, and realizes it's your sleeping frame lying naked across his brother. And his eyes move to Touya, rage seeping through every part of him.

He's met with Touya propped against his black headboard, signature smirk on his face, cigarette dangling between his fingers, and his other hand wrapped possessively around your sleeping form.

Shouto feels bile rise in his throat as Touya smugly spouts, "Now we're good, little brother."

[kaminocasey]

The Cottage Part 2

A/N: I know I've been gone a while, so I hope people are still interested in my smutty cottagecore Rebels!Rex story. I'm still very excited about it. Also, a BIG thanks to @twistedstitcher27 for beta'ing for me and supporting my fic!

Summary: You try to read, but your husband Rex teases you until you're too distracted to care about your book.

Pairing: Rebels!Rex x wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Oral (Both receiving), Sex on the stairs, Teasing, Unprotected sex between spouses

WC: 2.6k

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

HERE is the art by @twistedstitcher27 for Part One! <3 STILL SO GOOD.

A/N AGAIN: This is what I imagine him looking like but with a beard. <3 <3 <3

The fire is going as you’re curled up in your reading chair by the window. The sound of rain pitter-pattering over the porch awning is like music to your ears. It’s a perfect day.

You’re reading your newest book when Rex comes in from working on the speeder in the barn. He kisses you gently on the head on his way in and you, as always, close your eyes at the feeling.

“I’m going to get a quick shower. Do you need anything?” He asks you.

“I’m alright, love. Thank you.” You tilt your chin up toward him so he can kiss you.

He walks upstairs to go get a shower and you continue reading your book. Normally, you’d get up and join him but you’re in a good spot and don’t think you can put it down since you’re almost finished with it. The sexy villain is finally realizing he’s in love with the protagonist and you’re absolutely hooked. 

When Rex finishes with his shower, he comes down shirtless in just his sweatpants and you watch him saunter to the couch, lying back and resting his head on the armrest. You still drool over your husband when he walks around shirtless, leaving you to wonder how you got so lucky.

“Read to me.” Rex encourages you. 

“You sure?” You look over at him lounging on the couch, his legs outstretched and crossed, an arm holding up his head. “You’re going to be lost if I read to you.”

“Doesn’t matter. I just like the sound of your voice.” He smiles, encouragingly.

Your heart melts instantly.

“Alright.” You smile back, pulling your book back up so that you can start to read out loud to him. 

As you get a few pages, you feel a warm hand slide up your dress, starting to tease your thighs lightly. You pull your reader away and find Rex sitting on the floor in front of you with an amused look. When you stop reading, he pulls his hand away. 

“Whatcha doin’ there?” You smirk.

“Listening to my beautiful wife read to me.” He kisses your knee. “Continue.”

You give him another look and then pull your reader and begin reading out loud. Rex waits a moment before returning his hand to your thighs, spreading them slightly. Starting to understand the game he’s going for, you know you won’t last if he continues. He lets out a satisfied chuckle as you start to stutter over your sentences.

“Rex, I can’t…” You whine, feeling breathless like you always do when he teases you. “You can, and you will. It’ll be worth it.” He encourages you, using that firm tone.

This seems to be non-negotiable. You start reading again, trying to focus on the words, one at a time. Rex slides his hands up to your hips and starts tugging your panties down your legs. He drops them on the floor and starts rubbing your legs again. You continue reading even though you feel a light draft start to travel up your legs to your already wet folds. Looking up at him with begging eyes, you let out a soft, yet needy, sigh. He smirks and pulls his hands away.

“You’re being mean.” You complain. 

“No, I’m having fun.” He pulls your hand to his lips.

“Well, I’m not.” You smile.

“If you want, I can leave you alone.” He playfully threatens you, quirking an eyebrow up at you.

With a frustrated sigh, you start reading out loud again. Rex pulls your dress up, letting it rest around your hips so that he’s going to have easier access for whatever devious plan he’s come up with. You realize you’re going to have to actually read this another time, because at this point you have no idea what you’re reading or if it even makes any sense. Unable to focus on a single word, you start to rush your sentences together so it sounds like  “Helooksatherasifshehungthestarsandmoonherself.”

Rex’s lips ghost up both of your thighs, causing you to let out soft sighs after every kiss. You don’t even realize you’ve stopped reading again until he stops touching you. You continue reading. He continues kissing. It continues to frustrate you. When he pulls you down in the chair a bit, you know you’re fucked. As you feel his warm breath hovering over your already dripping warmth, he hums in appreciation.

“Keep going.” He whispers before starting to lick a stripe up your folds. 

You let out a high pitched whimper before glaring at him. He pulls his face away from your pussy to smirk up at you as if to say “You know the rules”. You pull your reader into your line of sight, trying your very best to ignore what your sinful husband was doing to you. At the sound of your voice getting high pitched and needy, you just know he’s enjoying this way too much by the way he’s practically smirking up at you.

“Glad I can amuse you.” You complain, breathlessly.

Rex starts to suck your clit into your mouth at the same time that he starts to tease your entrance with a finger, making you let out a needy moan and pushing up against his mouth, wanting more. Thankfully, he obliges and starts to drag his index and middle finger in and out of you. Unable to tear your eyes away from it, you watch the glint of the crackling fire against his wedding band as the wet sounds start to fill the living room.

He hums into your pussy, sending tingling vibrations throughout your lower half. That’s it, you snap. Deciding you can’t continue like this, you push him back onto the floor and hover over his face as he’s grinning up at you. 

It suddenly dawns on you. This is what he wanted the whole time… to see how long it took you to snap and take control. 

“Keep going. Don’t stop til I tell you to.” You demand in a sweet voice. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He winks and hooks his arms over your thighs so that he can keep you anchored down to his mouth. 

Your husband starts to lick into you, his face becoming soaked instantly with your slick mess. You lift your dress over your body, tossing it behind you. At the sight of you, his perfect wife, he groans against your soaked cunt. He loves it when you take control like this.

As you grind your dripping cunt back and forth over his mouth, his grip on your thighs tightens and he runs his hands up your body to tease your breasts. Looking down at the bruises he left on your thighs the other day when he ate you out on the speeder hood, you smile fondly. 

“Feels so fucking good, Rex…” You whimper, reaching behind you so you can untie his pants to release his cock which is clearly begging to be released. 

When you get it free, you spit into your hand and reach behind you again, beginning to pump his cock perfectly from the base to the tip, twisting your wrist just the way you know is gonna make him come apart underneath you. He moans against your clit and you nearly fall apart right then.

Letting your hand fall down to his head, you try to hold yourself up as your desperate whimpers and moans fill the living room.

“Want you… to fuck me… please.” You sigh.

Full of eagerness, Rex pulls you away from his face so he can quickly pull you up to a standing position. He towers over you, smirking down at you. You can’t help but trace your fingers down his warm, freckled, and scarred chest. 

Before you got married, he had told you he got it a really long time ago from a war you were too young to really understand. You didn’t push too much on it, knowing it made him sad to think about.

“I’ll never get over how beautiful you are.” You murmur, placing a gentle kiss to his scar. 

He sighs under your touch. “You are. I can’t believe I have the most beautiful wife in the entire galaxy.” 

Your face goes warm as he lets your hands wander down toward his length.

“Such a flirt.” You whisper as you kiss his jaw, your hand lightly grazing over his cock.

With a groan, he pulls you against him. His hands roam down toward your ass, giving it a rough squeeze before moving back up toward your hips so he can guide you toward the armrest of the couch. You think he’s going to sit you against it, but he seems to have a different idea in mind. 

Rex spins you around so that you’re facing the couch, and pushes you over the armrest so that he can slide his length against your soaked warmth. You moan breathlessly, looking back at him. 

“You want it?” He asks you in a low voice that goes right to your core, turning you on even more than you were before.

“Please.” You beg, desperate for him. “I need it… I need you.”

“So pretty when you beg…” He hums, tracing a hand up your back as he wraps his hand around your throat, pulling you up slightly. 

You moan softly, loving how firm and strong his hand feels around your throat. You always feel safe and protected under his hands.  

Rex’s perfect cock slips into you easily, your pussy not giving any sort of hesitance. His free hand grips your hip, pinning it to the armrest so you don’t go fumbling over it. When he starts thrusting, you swear you see stars.When he fucks you in this position, he always hits so nice and deep inside of you and you always end up making a mess. Which is why it’s one of your favorite positions.

As if he can read your mind, he groans. “Maker, you’re so wet… dripping down my thighs, cyare… Gonna make you clean your mess off my legs so you can taste yourself.”

You whine against him as he starts thrusting into you harder. Each slam against your ass makes you clench around him, the sounds absolutely sinful.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you?” He hums.

Unable to form words for him, you nod.

Without a word, he pulls out of you and turns you around to face him. Looking up at him curiously, he pushes you easily to your knees. Your eyes trail up him, looking at the mess that was in fact dripping down his thighs, before settling on his eyes.

“Clean me up.” He smiles.

“Gladly.” You place a kiss to his thigh before licking a stripe up where your slick coats his thighs, enjoying the way you taste on his clean skin.

He encouragingly strokes your hair as you continue licking up his other thigh until you get to his cock where you, without warning, take him all the way down, not needing a moment to adjust. You’re always ready for him. His hips stutter slightly and he groans, fisting your hair tightly. Pleased with yourself, you hum around him.

“Are you trying to make me finish too early, cyare?” He chuckles.

“Not intentionally.” You pull away to laugh. “Just love pleasing you.”

He pulls you back up to your feet and kisses you passionately, his hands wrapping in your hair as you sigh into the kiss. You will never get tired of kissing this man. He kisses you with such want that you start to get turned on all over again. You push against his length with need and he understands immediately.

Rex releases your hair so that he can slide his hands down your body, picking you up so that you’re able to wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips never leave each other as he starts to walk toward the stairs to go up to your bedroom. Unable to wait that long, you reach your hand around and line his length up with your entrance, sliding down enough that he immediately tightens his grip on your ass and groans into your mouth.

“You little minx.” He laughs. “Maker, you feel so good.” 

“Prove it.” You pant against his lips.

Unable to make it further, he rests you against the stairs, propping one of your legs up so he can thrust into you. You let out a needy moan and he swallows it with his mouth, lips crushing lips. You’ve never fucked on the stairs before, so this is a first. You love how needy he is for you. Normally, it’s the other way around. He slams into you, forcing you to go up a step. He follows you, gripping the banister with one tight knuckled hand and his arm under your back so you’re not too uncomfortable. He’s so thoughtful. 

“Fuck… Rex…” You gasp as he starts to thrust deeper into you at a faster pace.

You hold onto the banister tightly with one hand and Rex’s shoulder with the other as you’re unable to hold your moans in. Letting your head fall back against one of the steps, he sucks a nipple into his mouth and lightly grazes his teeth over it. One of his hands falls down to your clit, starting to rub perfectly and you come immediately undone. 

“Like a waterfall. Our steps are soaked.” Rex smirks down at your naked body as you start to feel your orgasm nearing.

“Can clean… them later.” You pant with a whimper as Rex moves to your other breast. 

“Please come for me, mesh’la.” He whispers, looking down at you, completely enamored with how perfect he finds you.

“Only if you fill me up at the same time.” You grin.

“Sure thing, baby girl.” He presses his thumb against your clit a little more and circles over it the way he knows will throw you over your edge. 

You start to feel it build inside of you as you start to squirm against him. His breath hitches and you can tell he’s holding back waiting for you. Instead, you get a better idea.

You pull away from him and he looks up at you, confused, but you just push him over so he’s sitting on the step below. You move down to hover over him and sink down onto him, causing you both to groan loudly.

“Oh.” His lips fall apart, deliciously. 

You reach your own fingers down and start circling your clit. You can tell instantly that he feels you clenching around him because his grip on your hips tighten and he starts bouncing you desperately quick, watching you play with yourself for him. Smiling down at him and holding onto his neck with your other hand you moan desperately for your husband. 

“I love you.” You moan as you cum quickly, which sends him over his edge.

Rex spills into you, moaning your name so perfectly, it sounds like a prayer. You kiss him all over his face and head as he comes down. He murmurs something against your breasts.

“What did you say?” You chuckle, still blissed out.

“I said, I really fucking love you.” He grins up at you, his arms enveloping you so that you’re pulled tighter against him.

You teasingly clench around him and he groans, jerking forward.

“What was that for?” He laughs.

“For making me forget what I was reading earlier.” You tease him.

“I’ll make it up to you by buying you a new book.” He promises.

“Ooh. You’re forgiven.” You grin excitedly, kissing him.

“I really do love you.” His expression softens. 

You caress his face softly. “I know.” 

Rex pulls you up with him, leading you to the fresher so you can clean up together. It’s one of your favorite things about being married. The intimacy of showering or taking a warm bath together. Everything with Rex is your favorite, though. You’ll never get over how lucky you are in this lifetime.

TAGS: @twistedstitcher27 @grievouus @brynhildrmimi @madameminor @dumfanting @rain-on-kamino @misogirl828 @rexandechosandwich @corona-one @tecker @ladykatakuri @the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond @zoeykallus @maulslittlemeowmeow @littlemousedroid @rexxdjarin

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Caring Makes You Weak - Part 2

Summary: Harvey Specter, best closer in New York City and Senior Partner at Pearson Hardman, the man most females in the city want, yet he himself doesn’t want commitment, because caring makes one weak. Enter Elle Howard, a woman he met a long time ago. Will she be the one to break down his walls and make him care?

Thanks again for beta'ing @fortheloveoffanfic

Warnings: Light cursing, an evil stepmother(?)

Words: 1544

Hardman was gone, the merger with Zane pushed away again but now Jessica wanted to merge with Edward Darby and Harvey wanted - needed to stop it one way or another.

And now the one person he'd had worked very hard to forget about waltzed back into his life because his associate had taken her case. He was never the committing type and he should have never agreed to help Mike with that pro Bono. It wasn't even his case to begin with, so what had changed?

Staring out his windows he thought back to the first time he had met her. How could one woman rattle his brain like that? First Dana Scott, then Zoe Lawford and now…now there was Elle Howard.

Harvey had met her while out celebrating a big win with Jessica and Louis. When he walked up to the bar, she stood there, the fabric of her dress tight around her curves as she waited for her drink.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked, leaning one arm onto the bar while he looked the redhead up and down.

She turned a smile on her lips and a drink in her hand. "I believe I'm still good, thank you."

"Well, why don't we move on to the next one?" Harvey smirked at her, holding out his hand for introductions. "I'm Harvey Specter."

Rolling her eyes, she emptied her drink and grabbed the clutch laying on the bar top. "And I'm not interested." The redhead nodded her head and moved to walk around him.

The warmth in his belly was replaced by a coldness as if someone had doused him with ice water. It had been some time since a woman had brushed him off with not being interested but he clearly was and he needed to get to know her. "Please, just let me buy you a drink." he said, his hand lightly holding onto her arm.

Sighing, the redhead turned, her blue-green eyes narrowing in on the lawyer. "You don't like a woman saying no, do you?"

"I always win them over, so I'd say you should take my offer." Harvey told her, nodding at Louis and Jessica, who just left the bar.

Moving closer to him, the woman smiled, her eyes shining with mirth. "Well in that case, I expect you to work your magic to win this case Mister Lawyer."

"How did you know I'm a lawyer?" Harvey asked astonished, not that he could have hidden his job in a bar full of businessmen.

The redhead smirked, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "It's not so hard to figure out, to be honest. So I'm looking forward to when you've won that case, too."

"Harvey!"

Blinking, the dark haired lawyer turned to face his associate. "What you got, Mike?"

"I've been calling you five minutes straight." the dark blond said, a smile on his face as Donna laughed at her cubicle. "What's got you so occupied?"

Shaking his head, Harvey held out his hand to look over the files. "Did you find some dirt on Tanner we can use?"

"Ah, not yet." Mike scratched the back of his neck, watching his boss carefully. "I wanted to ask Louis to help me with the financials, something doesn't seem right."

"Then get to it, I got something else to take care of." he got up from his chair, buttoning his jacket before he left his office. "I'll be back later, keep my schedule clear."

Donna and Mike looked after their boss before they faced each other. "What just happened?"

"I have no idea Junior, but he's been in a mood ever since you got back from Elle Howard last Friday." the secretary said, taking a sip from the latte Mike had brought her at lunch.

Once outside on the street level, Harvey waited for Ray to drive up. He needed to get a clear answer to the questions circling around his head. The black Lexus stopped in front of him and his driver got out, opening the door for him. "Where to, Harvey?"

"To the past." he sighed, giving his driver the address. The Indian man nodded his head, started the music and drove off.

"You want to talk about it, boss?" Ray had known his employer for nearly three years now and in all that time nothing had rattled him like the case he took on with Mike Ross. Harvey shook his head, watching the city fly by as the car made its way out of Manhattan and over to Williamsburg.

"Elle!"

Elle had to get the cries of her kids out of her head, so she decided to go grocery shopping and enjoy the walk over to the store not far from her apartment. Just when she got back, the redhead saw a black car parked on the street in front of her door. Sighing, she tightened her grip on the bags and ignored the sound of a car door opening.

She would recognize that voice anywhere. "What can I help you with, Harvey? Is there something good happening with the case?"

"Mike is still looking into it, but actually I'm here because I need to ask you something." the lawyer said moving closer to her. "Why did you really leave those years ago?"

Elle knew what he was getting into and she still had her secrets, things she couldn't have told him then and would definitely not tell him now. "You know it didn't work out for us."

"You still believe that?" he argued, pushing one hand into the pockets of his suit pants, clenching it with all his might. "I know that isn't the reason why, so stop that bullshit and tell me what made you rethink everything."

Shaking her head, the redhead walked around him, moving swiftly to the entrance of the apartment building she shared with Mike, but Harvey was faster. His hand held onto her arm, tight enough to stop her, but loose enough to not hurt her. Elle blinked her light eyes at the lawyer as she tried to form words without spilling what she had longed to tell him all those years ago. "We both wanted different things and you know it."

"Is that why you suddenly up and left New York? I asked Lucille and she told me you went to Boston. You didn't even think that you could have talked to me?"

Pulling away from him, she opened her mouth to answer him, but there was no sound coming out. Elle needed to get her head straightened out before she could really talk to Harvey and just when she knew what she would tell him, her phone rang again. The redhead pulled it out of her jeans' back pocket showing Charlie's name on the display. "I'm sorry, I have to take this."

"Mum" he sniffled and Elle immediately felt tears come to her own eyes. "Please come and get us. I hate it here."

She could hear his cries and the lawyer in front of her was totally forgotten. "Charlie, baby, what's going on?"

"I want to come back to you. I hate Sarah and she doesn't even want us there. She's mean to Izzy and me. Please, mommy, come and take us home."

Clasping a hand to her lips, Elle fought the urge to break down when she listened to her sweet boy cry because of her ex husband's new wife. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I can't come and take you home. You know that we still have to wait a bit."

"No! I wanna go home now. Izzy doesn't like it here, too." the young mother could hear her youngest crying next to her son and she knew she had to put an end to it.

Closing her eyes, Elle took a deep breath. "Charlie listen to me, I'm going to come over and we'll talk, okay."

"Okay, I guess." She knew her son wasn't satisfied with her answer, but there was no way she was giving Travis more power over her, than he already had.

Harvey had listened to the conversation and was trying to come up with possible scenarios to fight against Tanner, just so he didn't have to listen to the kids crying for their mother. "I'm coming with you, Tanner isn't going to be happy with you showing up at his house."

"I can do that on my own, I know Travis." Elle tried to argue with the lawyer but from the look he shot her, she knew she'd have to fight him tooth and nails. "I don't need your help to make sure my kids are fine."

Shaking his head, he took a step back from her. "It's either me or I'm sending Mike to Tanner's house and you know it's not going to be pretty." Harvey held up his phone, ready to dial his associate so he could make sure nothing was going wrong and would destroy the case.

"Okay." the redhead muttered, lowering her head in defeat, she trusted Mike, but not around her ex-husband, he could be petty and it would end up in bloodshed if something went wrong. Rolling her blue eyes, she nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Fine. But at least let me get the shopping inside."

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My Fics Retold:

Hello. So I’ve decided to do a relaunch of my WIPs. When I first started writing them I was so afraid of getting a Beta because I was insecure about my writing. I know I’m not the best, but I wanted to write about my OTP. I finally got over my fear. They are Beta'ed by the amazing @ilovemesomekillianjones I wanted to show that I’m not abandoning any story. No fic left behind. Thanks for reading!

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Summary: Modern AU about a guy that remakes himself into a womanizer after a broken-heart. Yes, it is a cliché but the twist comes in the shape of his 15-year-old niece that wishes out into the stars and then some kind of magic happens. This story is inspired by the movie “What Women Want”. Captain Swan AU, there will be other ships but the main pair is Captain Swan.

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Chapter 1

Killian Jones is the epitome of a man’s man, he’s admired, a true alpha, and other men want to be him. He has a way with the ladies, but he doesn’t understand a thing about them. At least he doesn’t now.  Yep, he knows how to please a woman, but once the thrill of the chase is done, so is he.

But, Killian Jones wasn't always the womanizer he is now. Once upon a time, he'd been head over heels in love with his college girlfriend, Milah. In his eyes, they'd been in love and monogamous. He'd wanted to marry her. He was young but he hadn't cared; if his brother Liam could find his soulmate at a young age, why couldn't he?

He was on his way to surprise his love with an unexpected romantic visit, armed with a ring in his coat pocket. He was on his way to propose to his Milah. It started to sprinkle and the light showers made for a romantic setting. He noticed a sports car parked across the entrance of the dorms and as he got closer, he saw Milah run out of her dorm covering her head from the assaulting raindrops, and into the mysterious car.

He rushed over, assuming she was headed out with friends, only to witness his longtime girlfriend kissing a stranger. Not knowing what else to do, he knocked on the window. She looked at him coldly as she lowered it, she didn't even look sorry. Before he could say a word she ended things. "We are over, Killian. I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way that you do. You are suffocating me."

Just like that his life was over, or at least life as he knew it. She'd never loved him. The car pulled away and all he could do was drop to his knees. "I loved you, I wanted you to be my wife," he whispered into the silence that surrounded him. In that moment, his heart broke.

He dragged himself back home, and he allowed himself to breakdown. As time passed, one thought emerged, "Good guys finish last." He had been a model boyfriend and it had been for naught.

Killian Jones picked up the pieces of his shattered life, and when he started to put them back together, the sweet, idealistic, young, innocent man was no more. He focused on his studies, shut everyone out other than for physical intimacy here and there. He joined a gym, got a personal trainer. As he came into his looks, women flocked to him, and the more unavailable he seemed, the more they wanted him. He doggedly pursued his career in advertising, and his hyper focus, take no prisoners ideals got him to the top quickly. Over the years, Killian became a very different man, he'd evolved into a successful, irresistible, bachelor bad boy.

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Dark tousled hair falls over his eyes as he sits up, rudely awoken by the loud noise emitted from the vacuum cleaner outside of his bedroom. His eyes are red from the lack of sleep after a late night of enjoyable activities.

"Bloody hell, don't you ever knock?" Killian throws his pillow at the offending woman now in his bedroom.

"I did, and besides you and I know that if I wasn't here to wake you, you would always be late for work." Granny Lucas temporarily turns off the vacuum and throws the pillow right back at his face.

"The only reason I put up with your attitude is because I love the way you cook." He gets up and stretches, unphased by Granny's presence.

"Don't get cranky with me! It's not my fault you went out drinking and who knows what else till all hours of the morning. Oh, and I don't like finding these stuffed in your sofa." Granny holds out a pair of red panties in his direction as she looks around the room to see what kind of mess is in there. She flings the trashy panties into the trash can and walks out without another word.

Standing in the middle of his large bedroom chuckling at Granny's outburst, he decides it's time to get ready for work. It is a special day after all. He will be getting that promotion he has been coveting.

Killian makes his way to the bathroom and takes a quick shower before trimming his beard and mustache. He almost forgets to put in some eye drops to hide his late night.

He dons an onyx black suit with a dark blue tie that matches his eyes, then smirks and winks to himself as he takes one last look at the mirror.

He knows his eyes are one of his finest assets, so he dresses to emphasize them, allowing them to draw an audience.

As he's exiting his building, he spots his door woman and smirks as she eyes him up and down. She smiles appreciatively at him and waves for a cab. Unbeknownst to Killian, as he walks towards the cab she appreciates his form and thinks, "Mmm hmm." She admired his form while he stood there completely unaware of the woman's thoughts.

He instructs the cab driver to make a quick stop at the local coffee shop, The Jolly Bean. He swaggers inside the small shop almost knocking over an unsuspecting pretty woman. Smiling, he backs up and holds the door for her. "I'm sorry love; I wasn't watching where I was going."

She looks up and meets those sea colored eyes. "Oh, it's fine; I was the one that should have been paying more attention."

"No darling, I'm happy taking the blame for this wonderful encounter. If it would have been any other way, perhaps we would have missed the opportunity of meeting. My name is Killian Jones." He holds her gaze and extends his hand.

Her eyelashes flutter as she gives him her hand. "My name is Haylee."

"It's very nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I'm sure." They continue with their light flirtation as she gives him her phone number and leaves.

He now realizes he has spent the last five minutes flirting instead of getting his coffee. He hopes the cab driver is still outside waiting for him. He walks up to the counter and smiles at the barista.

"Hello Killian, the usual?"

"Hello love, aye may I have an Americano, black, Grande."

She smirks and repeats his order to the trainee. "You said Grande correct?"

"Aye, would you like to confirm my size?" He waggles his eyebrows.

"Killian, I have told you before I'm not your type."

"Lila, if you truly want me to stop flirting with you, all you have to do is say the word."

She looks past him to the following customer, so Killian moves out of the way while waiting for a response.

"Hello, what can I get you today?"

The flustered man is about to answer but is interrupted by Killian. "This will just take a sec."

"Lila, love, an answer would be appreciated."

"Killian, please stop flirting with me. Look, even if I wanted to go out with you I can't, I'm trying to focus on my acting career. I go to auditions and then have to come here. To be honest, I don't need the distraction."

"I will stop as requested, but darling you look so tense. We could continue talking about this over dinner tonight, how about we meet here around 8:30 P.M.?"

"Oh, that sounds really nice."

"So it's a date?"

"Yes, it is, thank you."

The next customer in line is in awe at the scene before him.

Killian smiles at Lila as he grabs his coffee and winks her way.

"I'm sorry mate."

"No, it was worth it, that was inspiring."

"I know." Killian then pats his latest pupil on the shoulder and leaves the coffee shop.

Killian is thankful the taxi cab is still waiting for him, he'll reward him with a nice tip. He relaxes a bit as the taxi drives towards his office at one of the top five ad agencies in the city, Midas-Knightley.

The receptionist, Elaine is answering the phone as Killian crosses the lobby. He winks at her, and she becomes noticeably flustered.

When he exits the elevator at his floor, the always lively Will Scarlett is approaching him.

"Jones, did you hear?"

"Hello Scarlett, hear what?"

"Bacardi and BMW are looking for a new ad agency."

"Oh that, I know, I'm all over it."

They continue walking to Killian's office, enthralled in their small conversation.

"So what happened with the girl from last night? She excused herself because she had an early morning."

"Don't worry Scarlett, I had her in bed by eleven."

"Mate, you are a bloody genius, I don't know how you do it. And you must be excited about your promotion."

"I am extremely excited, and if you ask me I would say it is overdue. I have a meeting with George this morning."

"Let's have lunch at Wonderland to celebrate?"

"I have to decline; I have lunch plans with my brother and his wife. They've some big news they are dying to tell me."

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Warnings: Modern AU, Fluff 

Bright summer sun wraps around your skin like a warm blanket. Your white sundress dotted with sunflowers blows gently in the summer air as you wait for your boyfriend to arrive. 

You recall the conversation with him about setting up this surprise date. A very un-Armin-like thing to do, usually, he's a planner to the highest degree. Every date is planned perfectly, so a surprise date with no information other than a time to show up piques your interest. 

Scanning the crowd, you search for his blonde head of hair that you know gleams on a cloudless day like today. And then you spot him jogging his way towards you. He looks nervous, his brows knitted and his lower lip stuck between his teeth. Armin is wearing black slacks and a nice white button-up shirt. Your mind begins to wonder what he has in store for today dressed up so nicely.

He lets out a huff as he arrives in front of you, catching his breath from the jog over. You can't help but smile at his boyish nervousness, even after so many years of dating. It's like a first date every time with him. He smiles back at you, but you can still see that nervousness interwoven in his expression. 

You try to push the worry out of your head as you interlace your hand with his and begin to stroll down the busy sidewalk. Everyone seems to be out today, which is understandable due to the fantastic weather. Shops are filling up as you pass them slowly, Armin taking the lead to the mysterious destination. 

You're familiar with this area though. There's a big fountain in the middle of the plaza. You remember Armin taking you here on one of your very first dates. He had been so nervous that when the two of you were sitting on the edge of the fountain just talking, he accidentally knocked your phone off the ledge and into the crystal clear water. 

You can't help but giggle at the memory of him standing soaked in the fountain's water as he dove in to retrieve your phone. You had been so shocked. He didn't even hesitate before going in after your phone and then came out like a sopping wet puppy apologizing profusely as he handed your ruined telephone to you.

And that’s when you fell hard for him, he was selfless, kind, sweet, and it didn't matter that your phone no longer worked because all you could think about was seeing him again. His apologies broke your heart because he assumed he had ruined everything when he said, "I promise I'll get you a replacement, and you'll never have to hear from me again."

Spontaneity overcame you as you tossed your wet phone back into the fountain and placed a quick peck on his lips. You wish you could have taken a photo of the blush that spanned across his face at that moment because it was priceless. 

It was history for the two of you from that moment on. Every date only confirmed you made the right choice, and thankfully there weren’t anymore phone disasters. 

After a few moments of walking, you can pick up that Armin is leading you to that same fountain that brings you so much joy. As the two of you approach it, you can hear the gentle splash of water as it cascades into the larger pool below. With a few more footsteps, you find yourself standing face-to-face in front of the fountain with your boyfriend, the sun glinting off his golden hair. You swear he looks even more nervous than before, his teeth still worrying his bottom lip.

He holds your hands in his, his blue eyes finally meeting yours. Before you can ask if something is wrong, he begins to speak.

Armin sighs heavily, your name leaving his lips. "I have loved you for so long. It took me years to finally get the guts to ask you for a date. And when you said yes, it felt like a final piece of a puzzle clicked into place. You've always been so understanding when I make stupid mistakes and never fail to make me smile. I don't think I've ever loved anyone the way I love you," he says shakily as he holds onto your hands.

You can feel tears begin to form in the corner of your eyes as you gaze into Armin's. It's like you can see the entire world in those depths. And his words hit your heart so profoundly. You can't stop yourself from blurting out, "This sounds like a marriage proposal."     "Maybe it is," is all Armin responds as he bends down on one knee and pulls out a black velvet box from his pocket.

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Chapter 1

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Paring: Draken (Ken Ryuguji) x Fem!Reader

Rating: Teen (for this chapter) I am still an 18+ blog so please minors do not interact

Word Count: 6.1 K

Warnings: Friends to feelings, changing canon, idiots who won't tell each other their feelings, canon typical violence, discussion of brothel, manga spoilers, fluff, angst, creepy guy hitting on reader, Ken and Draken used interchangeably, OC as one of reader's friends. If I missed anything please let me know!

a/n: welcome to this baby I have had in my head for awhile! It is not canon compliant so please be aware of that. I hope y'all enjoy and thank you for reading! I do not have a consistent upload schedule but will try to do chapters regularly! A million thanks to my beautiful wife @lady-lunaaa for beta'ing and screaming over this and helping me get through all my thoughts with it! Love you so much!

You never would have guessed how a big smile on a boy you met in grade school would change your life.

Around five years old, you met a loud, cocky little boy that would eventually become your best friend. You noticed his smile first, bright and beaming. It instantaneously brought a slight smile onto your own face. Whether he was smiling because he beat someone in a fight or outsmarted another, you couldn't stop yourself from staring as he showed off his smile to the world.

On a bright spring day, after that cocky little boy outsmarted another kid out of their snack by naming useless facts about motorcycles, he caught you staring as he was smiling for the world to see. You hadn’t realized he caught your gaze that was trained on him until he let out a, "Hey! Why are you staring at me?" 

Typical of a five-year-old, he had no tact woven in his question, just an emboldened attitude aimed directly at you and a finger pointed in your direction. 

Embarrassment flooded through your veins, and panic tried hard to overwhelm you. The smile is replaced with a look of confusion on the boy's face as he watched you flounder. Your thoughts stammered, trying to find an excuse that wouldn’t be weird for why you were staring. With the lack of rational thought flowing through your brain, your words came out before you could keep them in. "I-um, you have a really nice smile!" The words tumbled from your lips, and you felt absolutely mortified as you focused your eyes on the classroom floor. You hoped he just went away and never looked at you again, this was so embarrassing. The silence was overwhelming you, the boy wasn’t saying anything.

A slight tint of pink reached the boy's cheeks at your words. No one ever really paid him much attention, and even less gave him compliments. He could feel his heart swell at your words. He moved up to you, feet shuffling along the floor as he stopped right in front of you. "I'm Ken! Ken Ryuguji! Wanna be friends?" 

Your eyes snapped up, and you're blinded by that massive smile on his face. Bright white teeth met you along with eager dark eyes. You weren't sure what you expected, but this is not where you thought this interaction was going. Thoughts of being bullied by this kid vanished with that one look. You nodded timidly and returned his smile with one of your own.

Ken felt that small rush of heat meeting his cheeks again as he watched the smile grow on your face. He had never made many friends because most of the children knew where he lived, and their parents didn't want them associating with someone like him. Not that it ever bothered him before, but something told him that he would feel pretty sad if he didn't get to know you more. 

Five Years Later           

Over the last five years, you and Ken had grown to know each other well and ended up becoming best friends. It was odd; the quiet little girl becoming friends with the boisterous loudmouth. But the two of you were drawn together quickly after that first meeting. It felt right; the two of you complimented each other, meeting each other's weaknesses with your strengths.

Of course, you were still both children, so spats were typical. Sometimes, Ken was too brash and unintentionally hurt your feelings with his words. At times you would hold onto your feelings instead of letting them out. But no matter what happened, the two of you would come back together. Usually, Ken would woo you back by picking wildflowers or buying a small bouquet for you if he was lucky enough to have extra cash to apologize–even if you were the one in the wrong. Ken always wanted to smooth things out between you if tension ever arose. Surprisingly, he was the calmer and collected one out of the two of you.

The two of you stuck together year after year of school. But as you grew older, the old playground the two of you regularly spent time in after school was crowded with other children. Sitting on the swings and talking with Ken with all of the little bodies running around became hard. The two of you didn’t want to be bothered by little kids.

The two of you eventually made a plan to go to Ken's place one afternoon. You couldn't have him at your home because your younger sister would be worse than the children at the park. Plus, you weren't sure what your parents would think of you bringing the kid with a reputation for starting fights home.

On one Spring afternoon, the two of you make your way to his house. To your surprise, you find the two of you walking away from the subdivisions you were used to. You hadn’t ever talked with him about home life, Ken has always shied away from the subject. But even more surprising, you find that Ken is leading you to the red light district of Shibuya. It’s still early afternoon, so the neon lights are dull in the bright sunlight. The streets are pretty bare except for a few people scurrying down the paved road. Confusion and intrigue flood your mind as Ken gently drags you forward by your wrist. 

As you continue to make your way to your destination, you can't help but notice the posters practically flinging themselves into your eyesight, scantily clad women with sultry looks peaked out from every poster. You turn your head to focus only on Ken's back, paying as much attention as possible to the fabric of his sleeveless red jacket so that your eyes don't meet the posters desperately vying for attention. 

After an eternity of analyzing every thread on his jacket, Ken stops at one of the many establishments lining the streets. He looks back at you, his larger hand still holding onto your wrist, and gives you that smile that makes your stomach flip. You know he would never hurt you even though he hasn't explained precisely why you're here. 

Ken takes in your quizzical expression, and his smile drops as his teeth meet his lower lip in a pensive expression. "I should have said something before we came out here, but I was scared you wouldn't come. Or that you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore." He drops his eyes to the ground, not sure if you’ll be angry with him for not being truthful. 

His eyes are still staring down at your shoes when you respond calmly, "It's okay, Ken, promise you'll tell me everything when we get to your uh–" You falter still trying to keep a gentle tone, not knowing if he even has a room here. Hurting his feelings is the last thing you want.

Ken doesn't waste another moment after hearing you aren't upset with him. His eyes shoot up to meet yours, and his signature smile is plastered back on his face. "Yes! Yes, I promise! Don't listen to what anyone says; they can be embarrassing." The words tumble out of him quickly as he pulls you through the open-air doorway, past the unoccupied front desk, and up the stairs to a long hallway. 

The place is cleaner than what you've expected, everything is neat, but there isn't too much in the hallways besides what seems like countless doorways. You think that maybe Ken just lives here because it looks like no one else does, but that thought quickly vanishes when a young woman steps out of one of the rooms.

She's very pretty, with long brown hair cascading down her back, big eyes that draw you in, and her face is soft and sweet like an older sister you've always longed for. She's dressed in a blue kimono-type robe that covers her figure. 

A grin beams across her face when her eyes meet the two of you. "Kenny! Is this your girlfriend?! What's her name? She's cute!" The bubbly words fly out of her mouth a mile a minute as she starts moving toward the two of you.

"Shut up, Yui! She's not my girlfriend. Just leave us alone!" Ken yells back at the woman while he continues to propel the two of you forward towards the end of the hall. 

You look back at Yui standing in the hallway with a pout on her lips and arms crossed over her chest as she huffs out, "Awww, Kenny, come on!"

Ken ignores her plea and ends up at the last door on the hallway's left side. He yanks open the doorknob and quickly pulls you inside. Letting out a large sigh before turning back to you. "I'm sorry about her; freaking woman can't mind her own stupid business," he mumbles that last part before stepping aside to let you come farther into his room.

It's small but very typical of a pre-teen boy's room. A bed sits in the right-hand corner of the space under a small window, his blanket on top haphazardly splayed across his bed. A small array of brown shelves sit right above his bed, lined with magazines. A stereo sits to the left of the doorway as well as a few weights. A corkboard behind the stereo spans half of the wall opposite the side of the bed. A singular poster of a motorcycle is hanging, but the rest of it is bare. In the corner of the room sits a small area holding a shower. You wonder if all of the rooms contain a shower here. He had everything except a kitchen and toilet in his room. 

"So uh, this is it! Welcome to my home!" Ken beams at you as he plops down on the bed. You follow his lead and sit on a black stool beside his bed. 

Glancing around the room, you try to take everything in until the question weighing on your mind finally comes out. "So, why do you live here?" You knew a little about Ken's family, but he didn't tell you too much. He said he never knew his dad; his mom died when he was two. You were only six when he told you, and you had dissolved into tears and told him he could come live with you. He laughed and thanked you but said he had aunts who he lived with. You knew now that that probably wasn't the case. 

Ken clears his throat before responding, "Well, I–my mom, she was a prostitute." He lays back on his bed and places his hands behind his head, as he stares up at the ceiling. "She had me here, and I don't know how she died, but the women here took me in. Raised me as their own." He clears his throat again, and you can see he's trying not to get upset. "They aren't, ya know, the best moms, but they try their hardest." 

You can't stop the tears that start leaking from your eyes. Ken has been alone all this time, you thought he was with his family, but he wasn't. You're relieved to hear he has people who care for him, but your heart aches to know his dad left, and he doesn’t have his mom around either. 

You're trying to figure out what to say to him, how to comfort him when he starts talking again. "But, then I met you. And things seemed better. It didn't hurt as much anymore. I didn't feel like the odd one out. And that's why you're my best friend." He shifts in his bed to look directly at you. That stunning smile spread across his face again, "You're my family now," he says with a soft whisper of your name.

And you can't hold yourself back anymore after that. You fling yourself into Ken, tears pouring down your little cheeks as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I love you so much, Ken! You're my family too! I'll never leave you alone!" Your words are tumbling out of your lips as the tears fall. You would do whatever you had to let him know he was important to you, that you wouldn't abandon him; you promised yourself right then and there.

"Aw, come on now, get off. You're getting my shirt all wet!" Ken jests with you as he sniffles and pushes back some tears threatening to come out of his eyes. 

He gently detaches you from him and sits you back down on the little stool. You thank him for sharing those things about himself and dry your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. Things return to normal shortly after; you joke around and talk about what happened at school today. Ken brags about his latest win in a fight. And everything seems right with the world at that moment.

A few months later, nearing the end of your fifth-grade year, Ken comes into your homeroom one morning with an exuberant story about how he was walking around last night and came across this "huge" black dragon mural he saw some kid doing. Ken details how it looked, a fire blazing in his dark eyes. He talks animatedly about how he gave the kid some food, and since "he ate it all, I'm claiming that design." 

You quirk your eyebrow at that. "What do you mean you're claiming it? It's not like you can take the wall home," you laugh as you ask him.

His face furrows just for a moment before that wide grin you know so well stretches across his face. "I'm going to get it tattooed! Right here!" He explains enthusiastically while tapping to his left temple.

You can't help it when your eyes fly open wide at his proclamation. Words fail to come to you immediately; you didn’t want to hurt or bring him down because he's so happy. And taking away his happiness is the last thing you want to do. So you approach slowly and gently, "Ken, we're only in fifth grade; who's going to do it for you?" 

Even though you were aware that Ken could probably find someone to make his request, it was the only thing you could think of to ask. He quickly confirms your suspicion that he already has an artist lined up that he plans to visit after school today. His face still holds that excitement, and he's looking at you as an expectant puppy would it's master; you realize then he wants your approval.

Your heart crumbles in your chest; as much as you care about him and worry that this might not be the best choice, you can tell he wants to do this so badly. Swallowing all your doubts, you respond with a smile, "That's really cool, Ken; it's going to look so cool. But please, please promise me you'll be careful and take care of it. It could get infected and–" 

"Ah yes, yes yes! I'll do all that! I can't wait to show you tomorrow!" The excitement is beaming off of him, and it soaks directly into you as he bounces around you, trying to describe the design. You smile and listen to him, happy that he's excited, while also making a mental note to stop by the store to pick up items he might need.

And while you’re worrying about him all Ken can think about is the one time you mentioned how cool guys with tattoos are. He finally found the perfect design to impress you and he couldn't wait to show it to you. 

The next day you arrive at school anxious, a bag of new washcloths, unscented soap, and petroleum jelly stored away in a small bag sitting next to your feet. The store clerk had given you a judgemental and confused look when you asked what might be needed for tattoo care but still helped you find what you needed yesterday. You just hope Ken was okay, that it went well, and that he could attend school today. 

Like the day before, Ken walked proudly into the classroom but with less energy. He still holds his signature grin, but dark bags were set heavy under his eyes that you assume are from lack of sleep. You can’t imagine it was easy sleeping peacefully the day of getting a tattoo on your scalp. 

When his tired eyes meet yours, his grin grows more expansive as he pulls a chair across the floor with a loud scrape next to your desk. Everyone in the classroom is looking at the two of you now, but Ken doesn’t care. He is focused solely on you, on any reaction you could give him. Hoping desperately you like it. "Well? What'cha think of it?" He asks as he turns his head towards the front of the room, giving you a full view of the black ink on his head.     

The dragon was utterly black, spanning in swirls from right behind his temple to behind his ear and flowing down part of his neck. It was much more flowy than you had initially expected, but it looked clean enough, and that's what mattered the most to you–that it didn't get infected and that he was okay. You did have to admit to yourself it is pretty cool. You always liked tattoos.  

"It's cool, Ken! Really cool!" You didn’t miss the flash of pink that tinges his cheeks and how it makes your tummy flutter. "How bad did it hurt?"

"Ahh, it was fine! Didn't hurt one bit." You didn't believe that, but you'd let him pretend so that it didn't hurt his ego. "Just really loud cause it was right next to my ear and all," he says as he touches the ink.

"Wait! Did you wash your hands? You're supposed to have clean hands before you touch it!" The worry in your voice spills out before you know it. When you see his face in shock, you want to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. It isn’t your job to be like a mother to him, but you can’t help yourself. You know that no one else would help him, and you care about him a lot.   

"Oh, I didn't know that," he mumbles as he takes his hand away from his head sheepishly.

"You gotta take care of it, Ken. It could get infected easily, and I–" you stop, embarrassment stopping you from continuing. 

"You what? You know all about tattoos now?" Ken pokes your cheek as he jokes with you, trying to lighten the mood.

You're feeling frustrated because he isn't taking this seriously, and it is a serious thing. A skin infection so close to his brain wouldn’t be good. And all that frustration pushes you to finish your previous sentence, "I care about you! I don't want to see you hurt, Ken!" The words rush out louder than you want them to, and now it seems like every pair of eyes in the room is on you. 

One of the boys in your class begins to taunt with an ohhhh before Ken whips around to tell him to shut up. Your embarrassment is more because Ken knows this information, you don’t care if the class knows, so you end up laying your head on the desk with your arms covering up your heated cheeks.  

You flinch when you feel warm arms wrap around your frame. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel Ken's warm breath next to your ear. "Thank you for caring about me. I care about you too. Will you come out now?" He whispers sweetly, and you can't help the rush of emotion that flows straight to your heart. While the two of you had been friends for years, you didn't ever express those types of things. It was nice to hear he cared and that this wasn't just a fleeting friendship. 

Slowly you lift your head up to meet his smile, and for the first time, it gives you butterflies. That was when you knew you liked Ken, maybe more than just a friend. 

The next few months pass uneventfully between the two of you. You end up pushing down your feelings for fear of rejection. Ken was your closest friend, the only person you truly trust with your deepest secrets (minus your true feelings about him). You didn't want to risk screwing all of that up. Especially when Ken's interests are more focused on bikes, fighting, and more bikes.

Many girls in your class tried to confess their feelings to him, and he always turned them down. His excuse was always about how he didn't want a relationship right now. So what chance did you have when those other girls didn't? Many of them were prettier, smarter, or had some knowledge of motorcycles that you were lacking. 

That feeling was even more profound when one day, Ken came rushing into class, much like when he found the initial dragon design, to tell you about this kid he had fought. He tells you about a really short guy who looked basically like a child (you didn't have the heart to tell him you all were children). And this kid kicked “some older kid's asses without even breaking a sweat.” It’s apparent how impressed Ken is with this kid, who he later became known as the infamous Mikey. 

As time passes and the two of you move into junior high, Ken talks more and more about a gang he’s building with Mikey. And while bikes were still one of his favorite topics, Toman became the new obsession.

He spent every free moment discussing Toman and the plans the two of them were making. Years pass quickly, and before you know it, the two of you are fifteen. You had met Mikey countless times during those years and the two of you became close as well. He was engaging, with a deadpan humor that made you laugh easily. And thankfully you weren’t the only girl around. It made it a little easier to be around the sheer amount of young teens and raging testosterone by spending time with Mikey's girlfriend, Aoi. A spit-fire herself with ever-changing hair color kept your mind occupied whenever the boys entered a fight. The two of you bonded quickly and you marvel at how she’s able to ground Mikey from the get-go.  

But you notice that Ken tries to keep you separated from Toman over time. It was a gradual change but you can tell he’s nervous having you so close to fights that left them all bloodied and beaten, even if they won. 

Ken hates seeing you cry when he can’t get up the next day because his wounds are too painful. And so the two of you decide you’ll come around, just not when any fights are coming up. You understand he’s just worried about you, but separating from all the members as well as Aoi. Your friends included Mikey, Baji, Chifuyu, and the list goes on and on. You know they are only your friends by association with Ken but it hurt because it was the only group of friends you truly had. You never spent time with the other kids at school especially after meeting the members of Toman.  

But above all, you still harbor those feelings for Ken, and your attraction only grows as he starts to become less of a pre-teen and more of a man. And because of these feelings you do what makes him less worried, what brings him less pain, and what doesn’t harm your friendship with him. Because he is one of the most significant people in your life. So it was okay with you, even if you only got to see the others every now and then. You would keep your promise to him that you made when you were young. 

On the other hand, Draken is a mess on the inside around you; he can’t focus, can't think straight. You’re the most distracting thing in the world to him. The one and only time you were around during a fight, he was so worried about you that he wasn't focused and ended up with double black eyes. He didn't want to admit he had feelings for you; the two of you had been friends forever, and you had never made any move on him, so he was sure your feelings were purely platonic. Even though it made jealousy flare up, he is pretty sure you were interested in Chifuyu. The two of you would spend hours talking and laughing, you always were so happy around Chifuyu. So why not let you be happy with him, he knows Chifuyu is a good guy?  

But Draken didn’t want to put you at risk anymore so after discussing with you, you both decide it’s safer if you don’t spend the same amount of time around the gang. It hurt not to have you around the gang as much anymore but he needed to make sure you were safe. And he'd give up anything, his bike, Toman, anything to ensure you were happy and safe. 

But he can tell you’re upset when he brings up spending more time away from Toman. The tears shining in your eyes and threatening to fall makes his chest ache. But he sees how scared you are when he’s hurt, how much anxiety it causes you to see him get punched. So he knows he can’t put you through it anymore. He tries to make things better by still including you in the fun stuff, festivals, cafe visits, and meetings that aren’t too serious. He hopes it makes you happy without having to be around the more dangerous activities. He wants you to know this part of his life, he loves that you’re friends with his friends. Cutting you away from Toman completely would hurt everyone.    

But he knows can’t have you fully involved, can’t risk your life because he loves you, maybe more than he wants to admit. But Toman feels so right to him, like another family that he just fits into. So he tries to find a way to have both of you in his life. But he knows deep inside of him that eventually, one would have to give. 

Life between you and Ken continues to change as the years fly by, and two significant events are approaching quickly that unbeknownst to you, will shatter your relationship with him.

The older the two of you became, the clearer it was that you aren’t just little kids anymore. Both turning eighteen changes the way both of you are viewed in life. Ken seems more jaded by the world from the violence he has seen, and that has made him fiercely protective over you. While he adores fighting, you can’t imagine what he’s seen in his time with Toman. But you can tell it changes him because even with the separation from fights he is on edge constantly. Always looking out for you, continuously checking in on you. It’s nice that he cares so much, but you have no idea the impact it would have on your relationship with him. 

One weekend in early spring, you make your way to his "home." You try not to go to the brothel too often on weekends because of the heavy clientele, but since it was early enough in the day, you feel more comfortable with seeing Ken to help with a school project that day. 

The bright neon lights of Shibuya are dim as you saunter down the familiar streets. With the welcome spring weather gracing your bare legs, you feel happy and content. You always love when you could ditch your winter clothes for airy skirts once winter is over, and today was no different.

Passing multiple establishments that sleep during the day, you finally find yourself in front of the brothel where you have spent so many years. The women there have become a second family. Opening the glass door, you slip in through the front to meet Yui at the front desk, trying to schedule one of her regulars. 

"Oh, hey!" She calls out your name with a lazy wave and a wink. The man she's checking out turns to see who she's greeting. He's tall and lanky, with dark glasses perched on his pointed nose. Beady eyes widen at you as he doesn't hide the way he ogles at your figure.

You shift uncomfortably under the man's penetrating gaze as you slowly wave to Yui. The man doesn't stop staring, and you end up clearing your throat while starting to move towards the stairway that leads to the rooms. 

A low whistle comes from the creep, and that stops you dead in your tracks.. You don't want to cause trouble, but this guy makes you uncomfortable and you aren’t sure if you can keep quiet. "Alright, Aoki, you are all checked out! I'll see–" Yui begins in a bright, cheery tone before the man cuts her off.

He doesn't even look back to Yui; his eyes are trained solely on your figure. "Where have they been hiding you? And what does your schedule look like?" His voice is gruff and sends panic down your spine.  

Your stomach churns at his proposition. You may be an adult, but it was clear you were younger than most of the women here. And even if you didn't look so young, you are sure you aren’t giving off the welcoming vibes that the others did. Words struggle to come out of your mouth as you try to tell him you don't work here. But instead of coming out, they stay stuck on your tongue. 

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you can feel the moisture of sweat beginning to come from your palms. It was a mistake to go on a Saturday; you should have just stayed home. Thoughts race through your head as you try to stammer a way out of this. You can hear Yui let out an annoyed sigh at Aoki's question. But you can't let her ruin her rapport with a client for your sake. 

Clenching your fist, you open your mouth to retort back, hoping it doesn't cause trouble for Ken and the other women. But a deep voice beats you to it. "You know the booking procedures, right? So why are you bothering a woman who just walked through the door?" You can hear the anger in Ken's voice, hardly controlled, as he stands at the entrance to the stairway.

He's intimidating as he stands unmoving, towering over the creep, arms crossed over his broad chest and biceps rippling underneath the black t-shirt. His obsidian eyes glare into the patron. Aoki would be even more of an idiot if he decided to fight back against Ken. It was clear just based on stature who would win that fight. 

Thankfully, the man retreats, hands held up in a surrender gesture as he backs towards the door. "Yeah yeah, I know, Draken! She's just really pretty," he nervously laughs as he continues to move towards the door. And astonishingly, the man turns back to you and says, "Can't wait to see you again, sweetie." And like the coward he is, he rushes out the door before Ken can get ahold of him.

Ken's hands curl into tight fists as he lets out a snarl towards the closing door. "Fucking bastard, Yui, control your freaking customers!" He snaps at the woman at the counter.

But you interject before Yui can yell back, "Ken, it wasn't her fault! He came onto me; there's nothing she could’ve done." You move closer to him, placing a hand on one of his closed fists. His expression melts into a much softer one when he looks into your pleading eyes. 

Yui is in the background offering you an apology that you wave off kindly and tell her she doesn't have anything to apologize for as you continue to look at Ken. You just want to go into his room and forget this whole event, knowing that he would just worry more than he already does. 

Ken sighs heavily, and you watch his shoulders droop after being held so tightly. "You shouldn't have had to deal with that piece of trash," his voice is quiet as he watches you, waiting for you to run away from here. Run away from all the danger he can't protect you from. You would be so much safer without him in your life. The thought hurts, but he knows it's true. You never would have been propositioned at a brothel if he wasn't in your life.

With that ache in his heart, he turns and walks silently with you down the long hallway to his room. The two of you move quickly into working on the project for school, but tension still lays heavy in the air. You didn't want to bring up what just happened for fear of how Ken would react. Scared that this would turn into another Toman. Where you were only allowed on specific days and times. And you didn't want that for your friendship. 

On the other side of the scattered assignment papers, Ken sits pensively. The event playing over and over in his head. How he wants to crush that man's skull given a chance. He would have to ensure he isn’t around the next time Aoki comes; Ken isn’t sure he could trust himself after the way that sleaze looked at you, after what he said to you. But most of all, he didn't want it to happen again. And as much as it pains him to do so, he knows what he has to do. 

The two of you complete the project within an hour, and as you try to lighten the mood by suggesting something to watch, Ken holds up his hand to stop you before you can even make one recommendation. 

"I care about you a lot," his voice cracks as he whispers your name. "And what happened today was inexcusable." 

"But Ken–" you start, dread spreading throughout you.

"Let me finish, please," pain is evident in his tone, and he's struggling to maintain eye contact with you. Damnit, he should have done this long ago before it got this deep. You sit quietly as anxiety churns inside your stomach, hands clenched in your lap; you know what's coming next. Your fears are going to come true.

"I was stupid to think some of the assholes here wouldn’t cross a line. You mean so much to me, and I would never forgive myself if one of those idiots put their hands on you. And I–" he pauses and swallows, evading his eyes from you.       

You can feel the pain swelling inside you, tears stinging your eyes. He doesn't even have to finish the statement because, you know what comes next. 

But he does, and it hurts worse hearing him say it, "I don't think you should come around here anymore." It hurts because he doesn't listen to you. He cares about your safety, yes, but doesn't he understand? This has been your second home for over a decade now. You don’t want to lose what you have with Yui and everyone else here. 

You don't want to let him see you cry, so you quickly pack up with a cold, "Okay, Ken, if that's what you want." There's no use in arguing at this point; you aren't going to force your way into his home. If he doesn't want you here, then you won't be here.   

He trails behind you as you briskly make your way to the front door. You can't even bring yourself to say goodbye to him. But as you slip out the door, he calls out to you, letting you know he'll call you later. You don't acknowledge it. All you can do is move your body forward as the tears begin to slip down your cheeks and your heart crumbles into pieces.

At the brothel, Ken watches the glass door slam close behind your retreating figure. His chest is aching. You didn't even say goodbye to him, but how could he expect you to just be okay with this? He quickly returns to his room and slams the door, angry that this is the hand he's been dealt. Mad that the two of you can't have a normal friendship. That he can't protect you from the terrors of this world. That he can't tell you how much he actually loves you because of the target it will put on your back. 

He slumps onto his mattress and places his face in his hands, willing the tears weighing heavy in his eyes not to fall. But he can't stop them as he heaves out a heavy sob.          

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My dear sweetest rach, CONGRATULATIONS on 300 followers!! 💚💚💚 You deserve every bit and here's to many fucking more because you're wonderfully talented and deserving. 💚💚💚

For your event, if it's not taken I will like to request either Erwin or Suguru for prompt #2👀👀

Whoever resonates with you the most 😗😗

THANK YOU MY SWEET GEN I LOVE YOU!!!!

So I had to go with Erwin (I got a few more requests for Getou so you will see him around (; ) Thank you to my wife, @lady-lunaaa for beta'ing this I love you!

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Warnings: NSFW mentions, established relationship, reader calls Erwin “commander”, pet name (my love)

"Not today Erwin," you snap as you step into his room, your boots tapping lightly on the stone floor. Every part of you is aching; your legs are on fire, your arms feel like they might fall off any minute, and you are in absolutely no mood for sex. 

Brutal is the only word to describe the training today. Even though you’re a seasoned Scout falling under Captain Levi, your muscles never seem to get used to the daily torture of training. You groan as you pull off the sweat-stained white button-up, muscles screaming at every tiny movement. Your only desire is to climb into Erwin's big bed and let him snuggle you until the break of dawn. 

The last time you slept in your own bed was months ago. Erwin has always been a force you can't resist. From the first moment, when your eyes met his icy blue ones, you just knew that you needed a taste. It didn't take much longer for the two of you to become something more profound after that. Late night rendezvous turns quickly into spending whatever little free time the two of you have together. And that transforms into spending every night tucked away under his sheets with your legs tangling with his. 

But tonight, your body is screaming at you to get your ass in bed. No time for fun in the sheets when every part of you aches. 

But Erwin is a patient man; he knows how to play you like a skilled musician. You drive him crazy, and you know it. He can hardly focus on watching other Scouts during training because his eyes always find their way back to your perfectly shaped ass, cupped ever so beautifully in those white pants. 

You're a danger to him, for watching you too long only causes him to become hard. And he knows all too well that getting a hard-on in those pants is nothing but embarrassing and uncomfortable. But god how is he supposed to tear his eyes away from you when you look that good?         

He thinks about you and all the things he wants to do to you when he has you behind his closed door. Memories of your whimpers and whines plague his every thought, and it takes everything inside of him not to bend you over his mattress and rip your pants off. 

Erwin knows he has to be patient though; most nights begin like this, complaints of valid aches and pains–he would have to talk to Levi about easing up at least once a week for your sake. But after some time in the tub or shower, your muscles become loose, and you melt like putty in his hands.

This is the delicate dance that the two of you do, not ever entirely giving up to each other until the end. Both of you love the chase. And so, Erwin lies in wait until you submit to him. Sometimes it drives him up the wall, but he can't deny the feeling of sweet success when you finally give in.

He watches your nude body move towards the private bathroom he's lucky enough to have. Again, he can't pull his eyes away from your soft curves and perfectly shaped rear. His pants grow tighter at the sight, and he tries to control himself as he shimmies out of his attire.

The hot water spray meets his ears as you turn on the shower. He hears you let out a satisfying sigh as soon as you are graced by the warm water. Erwin wastes no time joining you, pulling the white curtain back to slip into the small space with you.

He can't stop himself from enveloping you in his arms, pressing his sculpted body against yours. You fit so perfectly against him. You have since the first time the two of you were together.

You let out a little sigh at his actions, leaning back into his muscular chest. A low rumble leaves his throat as your ass presses into his already hard member. 

"You're insatiable, Erwin Smith," you chide at him with a lightness in your voice. A deep chuckle escapes him and vibrates in your back. You decide it's time to tease him. "But nothing for you tonight, Commander. I am much too tired" you let out a dramatic huff and lean back against his shoulder, letting the water cascade down your neck.

As much as Erwin loves the chase, he knows when you'll be a brat and when he needs to step things up. He traces up your body to cup your breasts as a sinful moan erupts from your lips at the contact. "I will bring you down on your knees. One way or another," his voice is heavy with lust as he pulls at your pebbled peaks.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you show me what you mean by– that," your voice hitches as he pulls hard on one of your nipples.

"Gladly, my love," he turns you around quickly as he responds, placing a heated kiss on your lips before gently pushing you down by the top of your head until your knees touch the wet tile floor.

Your eyes meet again, playful and seductive, knowing that this night is long from over.     

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