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Wicked Fantasies Part 3 (MBJ x Black OC)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut with a plot, Heavy BDSM (spanking, bondage, daddy kink, name calling)

Raven hoisted one of the three heavy canvas bags onto her shoulder as she hastily swung open her door. She let out a shocked yelp as she looked up from her phone to find Michael standing at her door, his arm frozen in air as if she had interrupted his attempt to knock. She glanced from him to her beaten up watch. They still had hours before her date.

“Oh… hi? W-what are you doing here? Did I miss a text or something? N-Not that I don’t wanna see you or anything.” She added quickly. She certainly was not complaining. She would never grow tired of seeing him, he looked damn good per usual.

He laughed. “Yea, I texted you an hour ago saying I was gonna pick you up? Hair and makeup is waiting at my spot for you.”

She hit herself in the forehead, frustrated with herself. “Ugh, I’m so sorry. Been running around town and lost track of time. Do you think we have 20 minutes to spare? I really need to drop these off.” Her arms weakly lifted up the other two bags in her hands, both heavy laden with books.

“What is all this?”

“Just books for the kids in book club. It looks like a lot but most of them live on the same streets or in the same apartment buildings so it’s not many stops. Promise.”

He waved her hand to dismiss her clear anxiety and stress. “No worries. We got plenty of time.”

She let out a breath of relief. “Perfect, thanks. You know you didn’t have to do all this? Hair and makeup… I was just gonna do it myself before I came over.”

Though his presence was a surprise, Raven would have been lying if it was not a welcomed one. She had filled the morning with pampering, as he requested. She had been shocked to find an envelope filled with $2,500 in cash under her door the day before with a note that said this was her first payment and to use a portion of it to get a mani, pedi, and whatever other self care things she chose in preparation for their date.

Her first instinct was to give it all back since it was not part of their agreement. However, he seemed to anticipate that action and warned her not to try to return it or he would just find another way to give it to her. So she used it for the things he requested and to get a wax and then used part of it to buy all the books for the kids in her club since the library did not have enough copies. She sat aside a small portion to cover the rest of her rent. The rest was sitting in her wallet until she could deposit it in the bank to replenish her savings. Though she knew her father or sister would likely come calling needing something at some point. They seemed to have a sixth sense for when she came into any amount of cash.

“Nah, all good. We’ll need to post on instagram after the night so professional hair and makeup will help.”

“And you really didn’t need to pay me. I haven’t done anything yet.” She dropped the bags so she could lock her door. However, when she turned to pick them up, they were already in his hands and one was outstretched to take the one on her shoulder.

She bit down the independent voice in her head that wanted to tell him she did not need help. And she didn’t but she rarely had anyone offer to help her with anything so she appreciated someone lightening the load for her. Besides, as she watched his bulging biceps flex, she could tell the three bags weighed nothing for him.

“You agreed, which was more than you had to do. Consider it a signing bonus.”

Their journey around her neighborhood was virtually silent, Raven instructing the driver where to go and jumping out at each stop. Michael waited for her at each one, surveying the neighborhood and people watching through his tinted windows.

He did understand what she meant about community. Every time she got out of the car, he could hear her chatting with folks who were outside, see her waving and interacting with people. It seemed like she knew everyone, and not just in a polite way like she knew their faces but nothing more. She knew their names and details of their lives, checked in on people on a far deeper level than most people ever cared to.

“You a local celebrity yourself, seems like?” He asked as they drove to her last stop, which he found odd since she still had a bag full of books left.

She shrugged. “Not really. I just know a lot of people between the library and their kids. Also just being around, you meet folks. I like to walk so you know, eventually you just get to know everyone.”

“This neighborhood is safe to walk in?”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, dad. It is. You gotta leave Beverly Hills or where you live at sometime. Right here is perfect,” she told the driver as he pulled up in front of an apartment building. She glanced down at her phone. “He’s on his way down. This is the last one.” She paused before sitting up in her seat. “Oh and I never got your name?”

Michael’s driver glanced in the rearview, surprised she was talking to him. “Oh, Allen, ma’am.”

“Allen, got it. Nice to meet you. Thank you, I’m sure all these stops were not on your to-do list. I appreciate it.”

Allen merely nodded. “No thanks necessary. I go wherever Mr. Jordan tells me.”

“Well I’ll say thank you anyway,” she told him with a smile as she rolled down her window. A few moments later, a lanky kid made his way out of the building, Raven’s manicured hand waving him over.

“Hey Jamal!”

“Yooooo Ms. T. This a fine ass whip. Where you get this at??”

“Boy… language,” she reminded him as he braced himself on the frame of the car. However, her voice was void of any real discipline. “Got you something.” She pulled the last book out of one of the bags and slid it into his hands. “And…” She handed him the entirety of the third bag, the young man rifling through it to find several brand new SAT prep books, practice tests, and vocabulary flash cards. “Saw you hunched over that one in the library and it’s a hot mess so figured you’d need new ones.”

His face immediately lit up. “Thanks, Ms. T. These are clutch. That one had all the answers marked up and sh- stuff.”

She chuckled. “I know, I know. We tell people not to write in them but they don’t listen. Well, just wanted to make sure you got those before the weekend was done. Won’t hold you up for too long. How’s your mom?”

The young man’s eyes dimmed ever so slightly, his shoulders hunching over in exhaustion. “She’s better. Back at work this week. But we gotta catch up on bills so it’ll be a rough two weeks till her paycheck. Behind on things since the funeral…” his voice trailed off.

Raven adored all the teens who frequented her book club and would go above and beyond for every single one of them. But there was a soft spot in her heart for Jamal.

“Rent’s paid and good though?”

“Yea, that’s it. Every other bill though…”

She grabbed her purse, which was sitting in the middle seat between her and Michael. Truth be told, she was so caught up in her conversation that she forgot he was even there. She grabbed the rest of the cash out of her wallet and slid it into his hands.

“Here. Utilities first, whatever’s left, see if you can get caught up on the other stuff like your mom’s car and stuff like that. It’s probably not enough for everything but should get you caught up on the most important stuff until your mom’s back on her feet.”

He immediately shook his head and tried to thrust the money back toward her.

“Nah, I can’t take that. I walk in with that much cash, ma’ll ask where I got it and we can’t repay you for months.”

Raven pushed his arm back gently and smiled. “Tell your mom it was payment for computer support at the library. You recovered a year’s worth of work on my laptop two weeks ago, which was honestly priceless. I owed you.”

“You sure?” he turned the money clip over in his hand. “This gotta be a grand or more here.”

“Positive. Just remember lil ole me when you start the next Google. Cool?” She winked at him as he nodded enthusiastically. “Enjoy the rest of the weekend. See you on Wednesday.”

She waved at him before rolling up the window, the driver taking off to drive them toward downtown. She noticed Michael staring at her with an incredulous look on his face.

“What?” She asked softly, wondering if he was upset that she gave his money away. Well, technically it was hers now but she knew he intended on her spending it on herself, not blowing it on someone else within 24 hours. However, she knew better than anyone that sometimes people just needed a boost and someone willing to give it to them, no strings attached. No one had ever done that for her when she needed it so, when she could, she tried to do it for others.

However, he just turned and glanced out the window. “Nothing.”

She opened her mouth to explain herself before closing it immediately and fidgeting with her phone. She did not know what to say or how to explain herself or if she even should. So she opted to say nothing. If he was mad because she was a giving person, he would just have to be mad.

***

She was fine when they first arrived at Michael’s place. However, she quickly realized that the styling of the rich and famous was far from the relaxing experience she would have envisioned. Michael barely had time to introduce her before the glam team and Michael’s stylist started bombarding her with questions about “her look.” And she had no earthly idea. When she stripped in college and for her dates, she had to curate a look but the point was always to show off her sex appeal. It was fairly simple. This was far from simple.

She stayed silent as Michael’s manager and stylist argued back and forth, a heated tennis match that she could not get a word into even if she tried.

“That’s too sexy… we’re not trying to make it seem like he’s dating a fuckin’ video vixen.” Alex dismissed yet another dress the stylist pulled out for her without giving Raven even a chance to look at it.

“But look at those curves. No one’s gonna want to see him with a church girl either. That looks hella forced.”

“It needs to look like a regular date night. If she’s too dressed up, it’ll seem orchestrated. This is their introduction, it’s gotta strike the right tone. She needs to compliment him but also stand out cause no one covets the vapid trophy girlfriend anymore. But she can’t outshine him, that’ll lead to too much attention she and we don’t need.This photo is gonna follow them for the entirety of their relationship so it’s gotta be perfect.”

Raven sheepishly glanced between all of them as they talked about her like she was not sitting there getting her hair done. She sent a pointed glare at Michael, begging him to take over and say something. After all, he was the only person in the room who knew even the first thing about her. And he did not disappoint, immediately swooping in like her own personal Avenger.

“I think we’re overthinking this a lot. It’ll be more natural if we keep her style the way it is. Ain’t gotta dress her up into something she’s not. Some of this ain’t her anyway.”

Michael made quick work of narrowing the options down, immediately eliminating all the ones Raven silently hated herself… everything that was loud or too outrageous. By the end of his pruning, they were left with a more palatable selection of muted tones, all items that Raven would have dreamed to have in her closet one day. He held them up one by one, having her dismiss or keep each one until she was down to two options.

She opted for an olive midi silk dress. It was simple but elegant and classic. And felt like exactly what Michael wanted: an elevated take on her own style.

By the time they finished her make up and blew out her coils and she stepped into the dress, she almost didn’t recognize herself.

While Raven was good for a daily natural beat, she could not deny the power of professional makeup. The glam team made her routine look like child’s play.

She stood in front of the full length mirror in the second bedroom and studied herself, her fingers grazing over the soft silky material hugging her hips. She was so enthralled by it that she did not even notice Michael in the doorway staring at her.

“You like it?”

“I love it. How’d you pick these out?”

He smiled. “I sent my stylist your Instagram and he had pieces pulled for you. I bought this one and the other ones you liked. They’ll be in the closet here so you can wear them on dates. So we aint gotta go through all that shit every week.”

“And how much was that bill?”

“An amount that you don’t need to worry about.” He answered shortly before walking up behind her. He ran his fingers through the big curls they put into her hair. His hand moved to her shoulder, her breathing hiking slightly as his fingers grazed her bare skin to move all her hair out of the way. “Hold it up for me.”

He reached around and placed a gold choker around her neck. He adjusted it before she let her hair fall around her.

Michael’s hands grabbed her hips to turn her around in his grip, his eyes trained on the tops of her breasts, perfectly pushed up and on display in the deep neckline of the dress. He licked his lips as he drank her in, part of him wanting to forgo the date and public spectacle to fuck her brains out. But he forced himself to take a step back.

Just business, he reminded himself as he stuffed his hands in his slacks. Just business.

He cleared his throat, “You ready?”

Raven merely offered him a nod, afraid if she spoke, her voice would betray her and reveal the overwhelming need she felt. She hated the effect he had on her. He was the sweetest addiction, her body craved him. And she had been feeling the effects of that withdrawal since the first night they met. She could still feel the ghost of his hands on her, the paths he treaded etched into her skin like a brand. But she knew this was merely sex. No feelings, no desire beyond pleasure. That was the only way this would work.

She nodded and fell into step behind him as he led her down to his car. She opted for silence as they drove, her sole focus trained on trying to ensure she did not pass out again as her anxieties ran wild in her mind. Once was a fluke but twice? She did not think she could survive such embarrassment.

Typical LA traffic slowed their approach to the restaurant to a dreadful crawl, giving Raven several minutes to stare at the gang of paparazzi and cameras packed out at the entrance. She supposed it was great that the owner and chef had such a significant buzz for their opening night, and was the perfect introduction for their relationship. But as she counted each person holding a camera, she could not help but look down at herself and wonder if she had made a terrible mistake agreeing to this. If it were possible for her knuckles to turn white as she gripped the door with all her might, they would have as a million and one ways she could embarrass herself popped up in her brain.

What if the paparazzi saw right through her? She may be dressed in the role of a star’s girlfriend but she was far from it, a regular girl with nothing spectacular or special about her. And certainly nothing that would have made someone as handsome and important as Michael look twice at her. Was it even believable for him to date someone like her? What if she did something to embarrass her in the mere ten feet she needed to walk? She glanced down at her impossibly high heeled shoes. What if she fell?

It also did not help that, as she inched closer and closer to the cameras, she realized that this step made their ruse real. It was one thing for his team to put out a statement with her first name and allude to a girlfriend. But now, she would be putting her face and identity to it, giving the world the ability to private detective their way into every faucet of her life. Was that a mistake? Was she playing with fire to allow anyone close enough to discover the skeletons she kept hidden in the closet? Would she wake up tomorrow morning to find all of her dirty laundry in a viral tik tok for the whole world to see and dissect?

“Hey, hey, Raven, breathe for me.” She felt two hands grab her cheek lightly, clearly cognizant of not disrupting her makeup as they forced her eyes toward his kind ones. “There you are,” he whispered, his voice light as if she would crumble if he spoke too loudly. “Deep breaths for me.”

At first, she was confused as to why they seemed so filled with concern. That is until she heard it, the ragged breathing that filled the car. It took her longer than it should have to recognize it as her own.

“Circle to the back, Allen.”

“N-No, no!” She called out, a bit louder than she intended. “Y-You’re paying me to do this. I c-can do it.” She hated that she was already failing him. She was utterly useless to him. “J-Just got overwhelmed. F-feel l-like I’m g-gonna have a heart attack,” she admitted as she pressed one palm into her bare chest. “I’m sorry. I-I can do it.”

Michael immediately shook his head at her insistenting. He knew this would be overwhelming. His hand rested on the meat of her thigh, the slit in her dress allowing his warmth to touch her skin, an action she immediately found calming.

“Don’t apologize, aight?” He helped her slow her breathing while he rubbed gentle patterns into her skin. “You’re about to be on every gossip site and your life’s about to change. I’d be more worried if you weren’t freaked out. We’ll go in through the back.”

She clenched her eyes shut, hating herself for disappointing him. “How am I managing to ruin every interaction between us?” She mumbled. “Like a fucking’ embarrassment magnet over here.”

“Aint shit to be embarrassed about. Panic is normal, swarms of those fuckin’ vultures is terrifyin’ even for people who are used to it. We’ll go in the back, by the time we leave, there’ll be way less of them and easier to get out. We already got our picture for the gram so we’re good. You fulfilled your duties for the night and then some. The rest’s just for fun.”

“You sure?” She bit her lip as she studied him, expecting to find anger or annoyance.

He tugged her painted lip out from between her teeth and nodded. “We’re good. Now relax, take some deep breaths. We’re gonna enjoy dinner and then go back to my spot and enjoy some other things. I promise we’re good.”

He reached over and pried her fingers from the door and took it into his. “Wanna squeeze somethin, squeeze my hand instead. I’m right by you the whole time, promise.”

Raven found her heart was still racing but she did feel more at ease and she knew it was all because of him. He did not take his hand off her thigh as Allen looped them around to the alley behind the restaurant so they could enter through the kitchen.

Before they stepped out of the car, Michael squeezed her hand. “Just take a breath and enjoy the night.”

And he was not wrong. The restaurant was spectacular and bustling as the owner led them to their table.

“This is amazing.” Raven’s eyes drank in the soft decor of the restaurant, it felt intimate and romantic. “How’d you find this place again?”

He shrugged. “One of my boys… well’s one of my boys’ boys opened this spot. Figured it was a good option for our first date. Get him a lil publicity and it’s a natural reason for us to be out on the town. And I knew we could get a hella secluded table.”

She nodded, their table was perfect. They could see most of the main restaurant and main dining without actually being in the midst of everyone. They were tucked away and hidden, which eased most of her remaining anxiety.

He ordered a bottle for them, the pair sipping on wine as the head chef brought them his specialized tasting menu. She enjoyed not having to think and decide what to order as dish after dish made its way to them in a steady fashion.

“Can I ask you a question?” Michael asked, the pair sitting in comfortable silence for a bit as they ate.

“Shoot.”

“Did you spend any of that money on yourself?”

Raven tilted her head to study him, trying to decipher if he was upset. “Yea, I did what you asked. Manis, pedis, wax. And then I set aside a bit for the rest of this month’s rent. And then I used some to buy all those books and gave the rest to Jamal.” She sat her fork down. “I hope that’s ok?”

“You don’t gotta ask me how to spend the money you earned and I paid you.” He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. “I was just curious. Why’d you have to buy the books?”

“I don’t have to,” she admitted. “But the kids use the library copies and then can’t keep them when they like the book. Since I had the cash, thought’d it be nice just to buy the copies so they can keep them. These kids all love to read, just trying to help foster that in small ways.”

“But what about you?”

“What do you mean? I own a million books as you saw,” She chuckled as her attention focused back on her plate.

“Nah you don’t need a single other book,” he teased before lowering his voice. “I mean… you lost your job. You didn’t have shit to do with that money for yourself?”

“Oh of course I did. But I dunno, when someone needs a boost, I give it. Besides, I always figure my shit out.” She paused before adding, “Part of building community is taking care of others. And you hope if you ever need it, they’ll take care of you.”

“Who takes care of you now?”

Raven stilled. For some reason, that simple question knocked the wind out of her.

“Since I met you, all I’ve seen you do is take care of other people. Inconvenience yourself and sacrifice for it seems like… everyone you know. Tasha has an emergency so you take care of her client even though you’ve never met me before, which I know was terrifying. You’re sitting in a hospital bed and you spend hella bread to bail someone who didn’t seem to appreciate you at all outta jail. You get paid and you spend pennies of it on yourself before giving it all away to someone else. I’m in a bind professionally so you agree to change your whole life, even just temporarily to help me out.”

She jumped in, “Yea but I’m getting something outta this whole thing too.”

“Ok fair. But still… Your coworkers, your neighbors, these kids, even me. I mean it’s great that you care so much but who takes care of you? Who sacrifices or inconveniences themselves for you?”

She rolled the stem of her wine glass in her fingers as she contemplated his words.

“No one,” she whispered, the two words felt painful leaving her lips. Saying them forced her to acknowledge an ache she ignored on a daily basis but now she felt it and she wished she could lock the pain away again. But she knew he knew the answer before he even asked it. She cleared her throat, forcing herself not to fall into that sea of despair. If she thought too much about it, she’d never break through the surface again. So she offered a nonchalant shrug and a half smile. “It’s not bad though, I guess? Been taking care of myself since I was 19. Got pretty good at it.”

“That ain’t lonely?”

“Maybe if I knew something different? But that's all I know so it’s fine.” She took a long sip of her wine hoping to end the conversation there but she could feel him studying her.

He wondered why that was, she was so vibrant and kind, too kind for this world in his opinion. Did she not have a family? Friends? People who cared whether she was safe and attended to. He simply could not fathom having someone like her in his life and not ensuring she had the world resting at her feet.

“So who takes care of you, superstar?” She flipped the question around on him, desperate to remove the uncomfortable spotlight of vulnerability from her.

“My family, they keep me grounded… keep me sane. Make sure I’m not runnin’ myself completely into the ground, though I still do a lot.”

She raised her glass and lifted it toward him as if to toast him. “That’s good. Everyone deserves that.”

He could hear the sadness in her voice, a sign that she longed for what he had. He was used to people coveting his life but it was always the money, the fame, the women, the superficial things that could disappear within an instant. It was never the one thing he often forgot was not the norm for everyone: the love and support of family. He took care of them financially but that was a small price to pay for the emotional support and care they offered him along the way.

“Yea, they do. So I feel like I should know more about you if we’re gonna sell this whole thing.”

“What? You wanna play 20 questions or something?”

“Nah, I just don’t know shit about you except your name and that you’re soft as fuck,” he winked at her, which caused her to roll her eyes. “I don’t know where you grew up, where you went to school, if you went to school, your major, hell I don’t even know your birthday.”

She nodded and leaned forward. “Ummm ok. Grew up in North Carolina, went to UNC for college, took out loans and worked a couple jobs to afford it but I got through it. And October 15.”

His eyes grew wide. “Wait, that shit is in like two weeks? You only giving me 14 days to put together a celebration worthy of our fake relationship. Ain’t enough time, baby girl.”

“Because you don’t need to. I don’t celebrate my birthday, never have. It’s just another day.”

He was shocked at how her tone and demeanor shifted at such a simple conversation. Who didn’t enjoy their birthday? However, it was very clear to him that she did not. Her body shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she tried to force a neutral expression on her face but it did not really work. He tucked that information away for another day, so many questions and conversations he had but knew he could not ask today.

“Understood. Can I, at least, take you to dinner?” He could not imagine letting the day pass without celebrating her somehow. He quickly added as he could see her starting to shake her head. “Some tik tok detective’ll figure out your birthday and then the blogs will think it's weird if it passes and we don’t do anything.”

She hated it but she knew he was right.

“Fine. But no fancy shit or gifts,” she warned. “Just dinner and you’ll pay me like any other date.”

“Aight. Fair enough.” However, he knew that there was no way he was letting her birthday go by without getting her a gift of some kind. He did not care if he had to send it anonymously to her damn apartment.

“What else do you wanna know?” She asked, shuffling the conversation away from her least favorite day of the year to other topics.

“You said you’ve been on your own since you were 19. You’ve always done… you know?” He tilted his head causing her to laugh.

She understood why he was being discreet. There was no one table close enough to hear their low conversation but that did not mean wait staff or others were not lurking around.

“No, I didn’t jump off the deep end immediately. I worked on campus, work study shit for my loans and I danced,” she put a slight emphasis on ‘danced’ to ensure he understood the implication. “It was Durham so not the biggest market in the world but I was good and it paid the bills. When hard times came around again, an old friend from those days hooked me up with Helen… figured why not. Thought it would pay better and faster than a club.” She shrugged.

“You said you were a writer. Publish anything?”

She scratched her head, frustrated that he was asking so many questions that she knew likely felt innocuous to him. But to her? He was stomping on the landmines of her life.

“Umm yea, just a young adult fantasy novel. Nothing special,” she answered. “Do you read often? Favorite genre?” She quickly pushed the conversation back toward him, her skillful albeit obvious attempt to avoid yet another conversation she was not ready to have.

“You don’t like talking about yourself, do you?”

“Not much in my life is worth rehashing.” And she certainly did not want to rehash the greatest failure of her life to anyone, least of all the most successful person she had ever met.

“Ain’t no way that’s true.”

“Unfortunate, sure. But it is most certainly true. But I’m also ok with it. Not all of us are destined for lives worthy of a lot of fanfare. You,” she emphasized with a smile, “Are a main character. The narrative, the story, all of it and everyone around you revolves around you. You take up the most space as you should. Some of us though? Destined to be the sidekicks… foundational, necessary for the main character, faded into the background. We take up as little space as possible. And every story needs them. Personally, I think it’s ideal. Flying under the radar has its advantages.”

He took a sip of his wine. “Well you’re about to be everyone’s main character, the farthest thing from under the radar. Tomorrow, half the women in America are gonna want to be you. You ready for that?”

“Or kill me so they can have you for themselves,” she joked. “But I haven’t really thought about it? It’s also temporary, fleeting. And when it’s over, I’ll go back to my life in the shadows where it’s safe.”

The word safe hung in his ears. He wanted to press more but he could tell she was uncomfortable.

He stretched his hand across the table to take hers. She hesitated but then remembered couples do things like this, hold hands and share intimate but appropriate touches in public. She slid her hand into his, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand.

“I dunno… I think you underestimate how important you are. You can force yourself into the shadows but all I’ve seen of you so far is a main character who doesn’t realize we are all in her story. The spotlight is good on you, you should embrace it more.”

Her heart fluttered a bit at his words. This dude, she thought to herself. Every word out of his mouth was perfection. Why couldn’t he be more of the asshole Tasha claimed he was? That would make this arrangement far easier. But instead, every interaction made her fall deeper for him in ways she knew she could not.

“W-what else d-do you wanna know?” she asked quietly.

They spent the rest of dinner trading critical information about each other, their makeshift game taking up the rest of dinner.

“Ok Beyonce’s your favorite artist… Not surprised by that. Favorite album?”

She laughed, “She makes stanning so easy, I’m gonna be honest. Been a fan since Destiny’s Child. And probably Renaissance or self-titled.”

“Ever seen her live?”

Michael enjoyed how the wine made her a bit looser and energetic. He could tell the nerves melted away with every glass. She was far from drunk but she was more relaxed than she had been all night, “God I wish. But she’ll go on tour next year for Renaissance hopefully so if I can set aside money for it, I’ll go.”

Michael nodded, the wheels in his brain already turning. He glanced at his watch, realizing how long they had sat there chatting even after the courses concluded.

“You ready?” At her nods, he stood up and helped her from her seat before wrapping one arm around her waist as they walked toward the front door.

As they walked, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “When we get outside, don’t engage with them or look at them. Eyes straight ahead on me, hand in mine. Security’ll clear a path so don’t worry about that. Whatever they ask you or say, don’t respond, aight? Squeeze my hand if you get overwhelmed but it’s just a few feet and it’ll be over before you know it.”

He stopped her as he thanked the owner and shook his hand before they reached the glass double doors to leave. She was immediately overwhelmed by the blinding camera flashes pointed in their direction, her smile faltering ever so slightly. However, before she could even squeeze his hand, Michael pulled her body flush to his and kissed her. Her body melted under his touch as he set every sensor in her ablaze. He was intoxicating. That’s how she felt every time she was in his arms, completely and utterly drunk on his being. She had to stifle the whimper that almost escaped when he pulled away, a sly grin and wink thrown her way.

“Better?”

“Y-Yea.”

“Good,” he responded, the evidence that his kiss worked wonders clear on her face. He wrapped her hand in his again and gestured for her to follow him out.

With the grace and poise of a trained movie star, he offered the crowd of paparazzi a few waves and a bright smile. Raven kept her smile small but natural as she held onto Michael’s arm and he led her through the cameras. He was the perfect gentleman, not letting his driver open the car door for either of them so he could help her in himself before getting in. As soon as the door slammed shut, she let out a deep sigh of relief and sat back in her seat.

“See? Wasn’t so bad. First paparazzi experience and you were a pro. Now we gotta pick a photo for instagram and a caption. Alex sent me all the ones from earlier.”

He scooted over to the middle seat so he could show her all the photos in his text chain with his manager.

“This one’s my favorite but…” he went to the next one. “Alex says this one’s the one we should post.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Absolutely not. Look at my three chins in that.”

“I only see one very cute, kinda pointy chin.”

She moaned and rolled her eyes. “Be serious, please. This is our first instagram post. It needs to be perfect. And it’s not just the triple chin. I look so stiff, we both look uncomfortable.”

Her finger continued swiping through the photo set, her voice muttering no as she passed photo after photo of the pair looking as if they were strangers forced to take a photo together. She finally stopped when she reached the last two, the only two candids in the entire bunch. One was of her laughing at a corny but well timed joke Michael told as they wrapped up their photos and the other was of Michael adjusting the choker right after he put it on her neck. She had not even realized the photographer caught that one.

“Those two.”

“Why those?”

She shrugged. “The others are clearly staged. But we both look the most relaxed and at ease with each other in those two, like we aren’t trying. We’re just being. Trust me.”

Michael knew he should take Alex’s expert opinion over all else but he did… trust her. So he saved all the photos, hearting the two she identified.

“Ok caption?”

“I’m terrible with those. I picked the photos. Caption’s all you. But I would do something short and simple. One word, an emoji. Or no caption and just let it speak for itself.”

The short ride to his condo was quiet as he mulled over what to post. He hated how much energy he had to expend on something so trivial but that was his life. So he decided to just post it with a simple brown heart, taking Raven’s advice, yet again.

Once the post was up, he tossed his phone down to the middle seat between them and watched her as her eyes followed the passing buildings as they weaved through LA. He would have been lying if he said he had not been worried about how the night was going to go, if she was going to come to regret their whole arrangement. However, she seemed content. Happy even? He doubted that. She gave the impression of someone who rarely felt that emotion, knew precious little of what happiness truly was. He desperately wanted to know why, the puzzle pieces he had gotten thus far were so incomplete he could not even imagine what picture he was putting together. And while he knew he shouldn’t, he desperately wanted all the pieces so he could truly know her. And not just so he could get to know her for the sake of this ill-conceived plan but so he could satisfy the urge in his very soul to tear down whatever barriers stopped her from being happy. If he only had six months with her, the least he could do was ensure she was happy during it.

“You still up for the rest of the night? I know that shit was a lot so no worries if you wanna call it.”

Raven shook her head, though she appreciated that he was giving her an out if she wanted one. She, of course, knew she could have said no and left but she appreciated he understood the pressure the transactional aspect of all this put on her to say yes. Thankfully, going home was the furthest thing from her mind.

He had not even touched her in a sexual manner all night and just being in his presence, she could feel the wetness growing between her legs, her nipples hardening with anticipation. She wanted him, all of him.

“No, I’m good. Besides, our last date got cut short. Gotta make that up to you somehow.” She winked at him.

“Yea, you do.”

The rest of the ride was filled with silent anticipation, Michael and Raven’s thoughts were simply runaway trains of lust and desire. Their first night together was imprinted into Raven’s brain matter, like he had altered her very chemistry.

And Michael, well, he had more than enough time to fantasize about all the things he wanted to do to her perfect body. He would need to build up to some of it but the lengths he wanted to push her? The heights he wanted to take her? She said she wanted to live out her fantasies and he was more than happy to make the wildest ones come true.

By the time they found themselves in the private elevator to his penthouse, the sexual tension between them was overwhelmingly thick. To the point where Raven did not even care about foreplay, she just wanted him to bend her over the nearest surface and fuck her senseless. But she knew that was not the game either of them truly wanted to play.

Obedience. Submission. That is what she wanted. She wanted to fully surrender control and let someone else do all the thinking, all the decision making. She thought it would be blissful, to have her thoughts only be consumed with bringing him pleasure and enjoying her own.

They immediately exited the elevator and made their way to the master suite. There was an awkward pause as they stared at each other, Raven biting her lip as she wondered if she could take charge or let him lead.

“You good?”

“Y-Yea… just this part is still kinda awkward,” she admitted.

“You still nervous with me?” She picked up on the tone of surprise in his voice.

“I mean you are you and I’m just…” she played with her hair as she spoke, her eyes forced down to the ground. “Me.”

She did not lift her eyes even when she saw his loafers into her line of vision. He hooked his finger under chin, forcing her eyes to his.

“I know your hard limits but you should know one of mine. I won’t tolerate you actin’ like you’re some nobody and like you aren’t the baddest bitch around. I told you once, you’re one of a kind. The only person who seems confused about that in this room is you. Say some shit like that again and I’ll take that paddle to your ass so hard, you won’t sit for a week. Understand?”

She let out a breath she did not realize she was holding in. “Y-Yes.”

“See, I thought we were gonna make it through the night without punishment but I see you’re a slow learner. 10 spankings. Yes what?” His usually soothing baritone had lost all of its warmth within seconds. It held a menacing quality that made her want to cower beneath him but not in fear. She was far from afraid of him. But the tone did something to that quiet part of her that craved submission.

“Yes, sir.”

“There we go. Much better. I remember your limits. But if you feel overwhelmed or need a break, say yellow. If you need me to stop completely, use your safe word. You remember it?” She wished the ground could swallow her whole as she heard the hint of humor in his voice as if he was struggling to hold in laughter at her ridiculous choice of a safe word.

“Unfortunately,” she mumbled, still overflowing with embarrassment. “Can we change it?”

“Nah,” he answered immediately. “I like it.” He winked at her.

“I hate you.”

He closed the space between them and slid his hand up her thigh, slow and tantalizing, he dragged his fingers against her skin until they reached her promised land. She widened her stance slightly to give him better access as he slipped one finger into her thong and between her lips.

She stifled the moan that almost escaped as he dipped that finger inside her, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She could not stop the groan that escaped when he removed his finger, leaving her feeling empty. He held it up to her, her juices glistening on his skin.

He kept his face neutral though internally, he was grinning. He had touched her once and she was already drenched. That one touch had almost been enough for him to fall to his knees and worship her.

“That tells me otherwise,” he whispered in her ear. “Suck.”

She had never tasted herself before and something about it felt oddly erotic. She parted her lips enough to allow him to slip his finger between them. She savored the taste of herself as she sucked his finger clean.

“You like the way you taste, baby?”

“Yes, sir,” she admitted, her voice flush with embarrassment at how easily he read her. But she found that the embarrassment also turned her on. She guessed he knew that too.

“I knew you would. Strip.”

She took a small step back from him, her fingers finding the straps of her dress as she let it slide off her body to the floor. She immediately picked it up and glanced around for a second.

“What’s wrong?”

She bit her lip. “I need a hanger.” At his incredulous look, she shrugged. “What?? I don’t leave nice clothes on the floor. Don’t want it to get ruined.”

Michael almost wanted to laugh before nodding. It was so perfectly on brand for her that he merely took the dress out of her hands instead of following his instinct in telling her that he’d just buy 8 more dresses like it if that one got ruined.

“When I come back, I expect you naked and on your knees waiting at the foot of the bed. Eyes on the ground.”

“Yes sir.”

She waited for him to exit before making quick work of removing her spanx, bra, and panties. She cared far less about leaving them in a heap on the floor as she sank down to her knees at the foot of the bed. As directed, she kept her eyes trained on the carpet beneath her as she waited with bated breath. This was the hard part: waiting, resisting the urge to lift her eyes and turn to search for him at every sound.

The seconds stretched to minutes, letting her know he was taking his sweet time. A test, and the brat in her wanted to fail it deliberately. But that was outweighed by the desire to hear him praise her for her obedience. Every moment spent in that position made her pussy grow wetter and wetter. She could hear him moving around the penthouse, heard his voice fill the hall as he talked on the phone for a few minutes. She desperately wanted to rise to her feet and find him so he would fuck her. But that wasn’t the game. The game was total obedience, sacrificing to his will. That was harder than she expected but as she sat down on the floor listening to his voice drift through the open door for over 10 minutes, she knew it had the exact effect he wanted: turning her into a needy mess. And showing her that what she wanted meant little. Everything, from when they started to how they would finish, was under his control and he could leave her waiting for him as long as he wanted.

Even when she finally heard footsteps returning to the bedroom, she did not move an inch.

“That’s my good girl.” She let out a breath of relief that she did not even realize she was holding in when she finally heard his voice directed at her. “I think I could’ve left you down there all night and you wouldn’t have moved a muscle. What’d you think? Would you stay down there for me?”

“Yes, I would. But it sounds like torture,” she added.

“Torture we’d both enjoy,” he whispered. His hand ran through her soft hair, cradling her face. “This is how you should wait for me after every date. Just like this.”

She continued staring at the ground as she heard him move throughout his bedroom. Every sound ratched up her anticipation. She could hear him fiddling with a latch, her mind immediately going to the chest of goodies he kept in the corner. His hands rummaging through it made her wonder what he was searching for. Was it something to punish her, pleasure her, or both?

“Look at me.”

Michael could have come right then and there as she lifted her head, an innocent doe-eyed look painted on her gorgeous face. Her plump lips were parted ever so slightly, he was unable to stop his thumb from grazing over it with the lightest touch possible. His dick strained against the confines of his pants and briefs, his desire to be buried in her heat almost painful as he looked down at her.

Patience, an inner voice growled at him. Patience… one trait he was not fairly good at.

“You trust me, baby?”

“Yes, sir.” She answered immediately. She was nervous but the one thing she knew is that Michael had no intention of hurting her. She knew he respected her body and limits if nothing else.

“Good girl. Stand and get on the bed, legs spread.”

She shuffled to her feet, her legs wobbling like a fawn as they had fallen asleep beneath her. She tried to temper her excitement with slow, measured and sensual steps. She could feel his eyes trained on her ass causing her to add a sway to her hips as she walked around to the side of the bed and crawled on. She laid down and spread her legs, putting herself on display for him.

Michael licked his lips as he took in the glistening mess at the apex of her thighs. He could see the slight shake in her legs as she laid there, waiting for him to strike.

“You’re being such an obedient slut for me,” he praised as he walked to the corner of the bed. She felt his touch against her ankle before it was replaced with the cool leather of a cuff. She felt it tighten around her ankle before it loosened a bit. Instinctively, she tugged at it, finding that her mobility was heavily restricted. She did not have time to react before he moved to the other side and bound her other ankle, keeping her legs spread eagle and open for him.

His fingers dragged a tantalizing slow pattern from her ankle up her thighs onto her soft belly over the peaks of her breasts and down her arm until he got to her wrist. He brought her hand up and put another cuff around it so it was restrained to the headboard. He repeated the motion before climbing on the bed and hovering over her naked body. She looked delectable as she pulled against the restraints but she could not go anywhere. Her body was completely and utterly at his mercy and she would not be able to move until he allowed it. She would not even be allowed to touch him and that felt like the true punishment in all of this.

“One last thing,” he pulled a silk black blindfold out of his pocket and tied it around her eyes, plunging her into utter darkness. She felt him move off the bed, his weight shifting before she felt and heard nothing around her.

It only took a mere moment for the fear of sensory deprivation coupled with the loss of Michael’s presence to hit her. Her head turned left and right in a panic as her ears strained to listen for him, for any sort of movement or sound that let her know he was still around. She felt utterly vulnerable without her eyesight, a prey waiting for their predator to pounce. A whimper escaped her lips as the seconds stretched on without an utter sound.

“M-Michael?” she whimpered his name this time. She hated how she sounded, fearful and needy but she just needed reassurance that he was still there.

“I’ll let that slide cause this is new and I know the blindfold is scary,” his voice filled her ears, causing her to relax a bit. His usual gentle tone was back, a stark contrast to the demands he had been giving just moments earlier. She felt safe, assured, cared for. “I’m right here. Not gonna let anythin’ happen to you, I promise. Just remember your safe word and use it if you need it. You ready for your punishment?”

She let out a soft gasp, “This isn’t it??”

“Nah… this is just for my own pleasure and yours. But I owe you ten spankings. But we gon’ try something different. Use your safe word if it’s too much.”

She could feel him moving around the bed before she felt the featherlike touch of soft leather straps against her skin. A shiver racked through her spine causing her to arch off the bed as every sensor in her body focused on the trail of arousal he created. It was so faint, like it was not even there. However, as the straps rolled over her aching breasts and her core, she wanted to plead for more. Begging, she wondered if that was what he wanted, to hear her plead for more. She was a brat but she was not prideful. The pleas were on the tip of her tongue, ready to fall off without much prompting. However, before she could start begging him to touch her, she let out a gasp of pain as she felt the straps whip against her thighs.

“What the fuck??” she cried out, unexpected pain radiating through her. She was not surprised that it still sent a shockwave of pleasure through her but fuck did it hurt significantly more than his hand did last time.

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth. 10 more. Talk to me like that again and I’ll use it on a spot far more painful than your thigh.”

To emphasize his point, he resumed his teasing, running the straps right over her clit causing a moan to escape her. If that was how badly it hurt against her thigh, she shuddered to think how it would feel against her clit.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I-I just w-wasn’t expecting that. No more, p-please. I’ll be good.”

“That’s a good slut. I forgive you. But you still have 19 left. Count ‘em out for me.”

She took a deep breath as he brought the flogger down on her other thigh and counted. She forced herself to breath through it and relax, finding that tensing and anticipating each blow just made them hurt more. He switched where he hit her so she found it difficult to anticipate them either way. Her counting was barely audible in between her shrieks of pain as he rained each blow down on her breasts, thighs, and her stomach. He made sure to hit each one several times, the additional lashings stinging ten times as much than the first one. By the time she whispered 20, her voice was broken and her blindfold was soaked with tears.

Despite the stinging pain radiating from every portion of her body, she could not deny her pussy was throbbing for him. She could feel the mess she made on his comforter as her juices dripped onto the bed. And the aspect of it all that she could not truly understand was that, even at the height of the physical pain, she had not once even contemplated calling out her safe word or even asking for a break. She was drunk on the pain because every bit of it was really just pleasure in a different form. Part of her was almost crestfallen when she said 20. She did not think she could have handled much beyond that number but something in her wanted him to keep going, to push that physical limit as far as he could.

“You should see your body right now. All red and marked up. It was hardly a punishment,” he mused. “It just made you wet like the filthy whore you are. Next time, you’ll remember that daddy chose you, won’t you? That he doesn’t like it when people talk badly about his plaything.”

Plaything… every degrading name he called her felt like a heavenly chorus in her ears. She nodded quickly. “I’ll remember. I promise.”

“You want daddy to touch you?” he asked as he ran his fingers over her thighs. With every circle he drew, he came closer and closer to her flower.

“Yes, daddy. Please,” She willed him to stick something inside her. At this point, she would take anything.

The teasing was hard for him too but he enjoyed the way her limbs arched into his touch, trying to steal more stimulation than he was prepared to give, how her moans of pleasure turned to whines and whimpers, how he could feel the heat of her core against his hand without even touching her, how her entire body seemed to vibrate with need and anticipation. It all just increased his own pleasure and knew it would make her first orgasm of the night spectacular.

She let out a sob as she felt him hover right above her clit, so close she could almost feel his touch but it wasn’t enough. Her hips started to hump the air, as much as she could with her legs restrained but his hand held them down to the bed.

“P-please, p-please. It’s… I-I n-need you.” She had never heard such desperation in her voice. She never knew sex could feel like this. It was overwhelming how much she needed him. It was a sexual need but it felt as foundational as air or food or water, like she would die right then and there if he did not caress that bundle of nerves between her legs or slide his fingers between her lips again. She recalled that sweet moment when they first got home. That felt like hours ago now, like he had deprived her for hours without his touch when she knew, realistically, it had only been a maximum of 30 minutes.

“This what you want?” he whispered in her ear as his thumb drummed against her clit.

A high-pitched scream of pleasure filled his bedroom, Raven not even realizing it was her for a few seconds. He settled between her thighs as he slid two fingers inside her. She moaned and rocked her hips against his hand as his thumb continued to rub her clit.

“That’s it. Fuck my fingers like the cum slut you are. So desperate to cum all over my hand. You gonna cum for me, baby?”

She knew it would merely earn her another punishment but she was so enthralled in the building pleasure in her core that she could not answer him. He had stolen all her words and thoughts that weren’t pleas for more, pleas for him to ram his length inside her and send her to another dimension. She wanted him to destroy her, her back… her walls… her entire being until she was just a mess left behind.

“Y-Yes… s-so c-close. C-can I c-come, d-daddy?” She begged him as she felt the telltale signs of her approaching orgasm. She was dangling on a rope over a cliff, her grip loosening so she could free fall into that sweet abyss of pleasure. However, she remembered his rule from the first night. He could give orgasms and without proper permission, he would take it away. She wanted his praise and she wanted to fall. She just prayed he would give her both.

“Cum for daddy. That’s it, that’s a good whore. Such a perfect little slut for me.”

His voice guided her through as she let go and allowed herself to fall apart, and the free fall was well worth the wait he had put her through. If this was the result, she would endure whatever forms of torture he wanted her to to reach this promised land.

She muttered nearly incoherent words of thanks as he continued praising her and fucking her with his fingers. Her legs spasmed slightly as he forced her orgasm to drag out for a bit longer than she was used to. He only stopped when he felt her hips stop rocking and start shying away from his hand.

He gave her a few moments to calm down while he stripped off his own clothes. His dick stood at attention, a weapon ready to destroy the perfect pussy laid out for him. He undid the cuffs around her feet, her legs still wide open which let him know she was too out of it to notice.

“Check in for me, baby girl. Use your words, you need a break?”

She shook her head. It was the exact opposite actually. “F-fuck me. I need you.”

With pleasure, he thought to himself. He climbed between her legs and immediately sheathed himself inside her with no warning, causing a guttural moan to ring out in the air.

He ripped the blindfold off of her eyes as he positioned her legs over his shoulders and fucked her with abandon.

It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the soft lighting of his room before she made eye contact with him. She forced her eyes away from his, training them on the ceiling. She could not look into those deep brown eyes, afraid she would mistake the clear lust she saw there for other things, other emotions she knew in her soul he could not hold for her. She almost wished he would put the blindfold back on her. Not being able to touch him did help, though she longed to run her nails down his biceps and claw into his back as he fucked her, cradle his head into her neck as he sucked and bit the skin there and marked her as his. But so much of that was so intimate and she did not need intimacy, they did not need intimacy. This was fucking, plain and simple.

“Oh God!” she cried out at a particularly deep thrust.

“God can’t save you, baby girl. Only name you should be calling out is mine.” Each word was punctured by particularly forceful thrusts to emphasize his point. “F-fuck I missed your pussy,” he cried out as he pushed her knees up to her shoulders, causing her body convulse with another orgasm beneath him. She felt as if he was splitting her into two. She wanted him to destroy her and this was pure, unadulterated, blissful destruction.

“D-don’t stop,” she panted. “F-fuck me harder,” she begged as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. This time around, she saw stars yet again but only the good kind.

She groaned pitifully as he pulled out of her. He quickly undid the cuffs around her arms, allowing her only a quick moment to roll out her wrists and shoulders. He wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped them over so she was on top.

“Get to work. You’re gonna ride me until I cum inside that pussy.”

She sighed as she sank back down on his dick, savoring every inch until she bottomed out on his lap. She remembered what he said at dinner about liking the spotlight on her and decided then and there that she would put on a show that had him showering her with praise. She started off with a slow grind, one hand braced on his chiseled chest while the other roamed her own body. She let her head fall back in ecstasy as she fondled her titties and got lost in pleasuring him and herself. Her body was exhausted but she was committed to her task and was desperate to feel him fill her.

He swatted her hand out of the way and leaned up, his teeth sinking into the swell of her breasts.

“Fuck!” she cried out. “Just like that.”

He moaned as he felt her pussy quiver around him, feeling her body’s response to everything he did. She got off on nipple play, he noted to himself as she continued grinding on him while he sucked and bit every inch of her perfect breasts that his lips could find.

He only paused to wrap his hand around her throat, he squeezed ever so slightly. Just enough for her to get her attention before he used the other hand to slap her ass.

“Playtime’s over. Fuck me like you mean it,” he growled in her ear.

“Yes, sir.” She decided to up the ante and slid off of him. She could hear the growl and command about to bubble up when she pressed a finger to his lip. “You trust me, don’t you? I’m your good girl and good girls follow orders.”

She flipped her hair behind her as she turned away from him with a wink and slid back down on him, her back to him so her ass was in his face.

Michael was in pure heaven as she bounced up and down on his dick, her ass shaking in his face. He almost resisted the urge to slap it but he did not have that level of self control.

“You like that?” he demanded as her screams of pleasure grew louder with every slap against her soft skin. He loved watching the skin grow redder and redder with his handprints. He knew bruises would likely form the next day but something told him she would like that as her moans got louder the harder he slapped her ass.

“Y-Yes I love it!”

Her thighs burned but she kept her mind focused on one singular goal: bringing him the same pleasure he offered her. She could tell he was close when he grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her skin and he used his brute strength to lift her up and down on his dick. She could have been a rag doll with the way he lifted her body with ease, furiously fucking her before slamming his hips into hers with a loud shout.They had forgone a condom so she felt the warmth of him fill her as her body collapsed forward.

She could barely move her limbs as she fell limply, her body hinging at the waist. Michael stayed inside her for a moment before he lifted her off of him. He positioned her on her stomach, Raven too exhausted to say or do anything other than continue to let him lead. He straddled her back before she felt his hands softly knead her stiff muscles.

“W-what are you… doing?” she moaned out, confused by the gentleness of his actions after how rough and dominating he was.

“Taking care of you. Just relax and close your eyes, Rae.”

Her heart melted as she heard those words. He was taking care of her, that was all he had done since they met: take care of her when he had no cause or reason to. How was it that the most transactional relationship in her life, the one that was strictly business and should not include any care, was the only one that did not leave her feeling utterly depleted and empty? The only one where someone put her needs first. Hell, even when the entire point was to center his own pleasure, hers was still center stage.

She did not expect how that would make her feel, like hot chocolate on a frigid day, like stepping into the warmth of a thousand suns after being stuck in the cold. It was everything and deep down, she still felt as if she did not deserve it. Tears sprang to her eyes and she hastily wiped them away and sniffled.

“You ok?” he asked quietly, his hands stilling.

She cleared her throat and nodded. “Yea, yea. You just hit a sore spot. I’m good,” she whispered. She knew she should have told him to stop or used her safe word, this was more dangerous and unsettled territory for her than anything he had done to her that evening. But she couldn’t, couldn’t find the words or desire to stop someone from filling her up while everything else only took away. Even as she drifted off to sleep, Michael’s expert hands working out the kinks and knots he created, she knew she could not rest in that feeling for long.

His kindness could not be mistaken as love or anything of the sort. It was still just business and everything he made her feel: all the pain, all the pleasure, all the butterflies, all the spotlights, and everything in between was fleeting. All of it would come to an end and she would fade back into obscurity.

Mere hours ago, she thought she would welcome that. But now? For the first time, she feared how painful the return to her lonely life, regardless of how fake this one was, would feel now that someone had taken the time to show her something different.

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A/N: The babes had their first official date! And had a swoon worthy after party at Mike's lol What do you think the public reaction to their romance will do? We also have some key folks (Raven's family, Tasha) reactions to their "relationship" lol so we'll see how that unfolds next week. Also, just as a note cause I changed it and didn't want it to be confusing, MBJ's birthday is in September not February like in real life. Should've clarified that in chapter 1 but didnt want folks to be confused lol

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okay i wrote a scene from the reborn au. here's team disaster

Tori sat in the grass, her water canteen propped up between her knees. A stack of mismatched bento boxes Kushina-senei had “lovingly” filled with food sat next to her. Kushina-sensei herself paced the grass in front of Tori, occasionally blocking her view of Deidara and Itachi beating the snot out of each other.

Tori had been aware, in her previous life, that Itachi and Deidara were simply on a different level from other ninja. Now this knowledge was even more acute. Itachi’s form was perfect and deadly. Deidara’s style was more lax but just as quick and lethal. They frequently blurred in front of her, moving too fast for her eyes to track, and she knew this is just them fucking around because Kusina-sensei told them to spar. She couldn’t imagine a world someone like her could keep up.

Kushina pouted as she paced, occasionally shooting Tori a look like she expected Tori to do or say something. Maybe she wanted Tori to ask questions, or to demand to be taught the crazy spinning kick Itachi just used to knock Deidara over.

Tori smiled back at Kushina. It didn’t bother her too much that she wasn’t some sort of genetic freak like Itachi and Deidara. Sure, she’d like to be able to keep her own in a fight if one happened to happen to her, and using ninjutsu would be cool, but her motives for becoming a shinobi of Konoha had very little to do with wanting to kick ass and a lot more to do with wanting a soft, safe bed at night and a whole research department to exploit during the day.

(Also, Kushina’s cooking was pretty good. The free lunch was a nice bonus.)

Besides, if Tori decided she wanted to kill some ninja that was out of her league, she’d figure out her own way to make it happen. She’d done it before with less.

Itachi finally cracked a tree trunk with Deidara’s head, and Kushina-sensei paused her pacing, propping a hand on her hip. Her brows furrowed minutely, but it wasn’t out of concern for Deidara. No, Tori was positive that Kushina-sensei was frustrated because Itachi and Deidara needed no coaching or teaching from her whatsoever.

Tori felt a little bad for her. Kushina-sensei was kind of pushy and loud, but she enthusiastically presented them with a homemade lunch everyday, and she’d seemed so excited to teach them that first day. It wasn’t fair that she got handed a team with two ninja that were secretly S-ranked missing-nin instead of cute genin who actually needed her guidance. That was why, when Kushina-sensei shot Tori another look, Tori hopped to her feet and clapped her hands together in the world’s worst applause.

“Nice hustle, Itachi!” she called.

Itachi turned to stare at her over his shoulder, like she’d said something a little bit stupid. If she didn’t already know him, Tori thought this expression would be a bit intimidating. Unfortunately for Itachi, she’d met infinitely scarier people. She clapped harder.

Deidara was mostly unharmed, except for maybe his ego. He shoved Itachi as they walked up the hill to meet Kushina-sensei and Tori.

“Next time we use jutsu, yeah!” Deidara declared. “Then you’ll be eating bark.”

“Uh-uh, not unless we get a higher clearance training ground, you know,” Kushina-sensei chided, now with both hands on her hips. “Okay, since Itachi won, he spars Tori next.”

There was a long, awkward pause.

“I’d rather not,” Tori said.

Kushina-sensei just raised her eyebrows at her. “Well, you’re gonna,” she replied.

“I won’t break anything,” Itachi added solemnly.

“I don’t want to,” Tori insisted. “I don’t see what the point would be.”

She was just going to make a fool of herself. She’d be okay with a proper teaching spar– the kind where the more experienced shinobi carefully guided the spar. She didn’t trust Itachi or Deidara to have the slightest idea how to do this. Kushina-sensei was ordering her to go let Itachi kick her ribs in for no reason.

“Kid, I am your Jounin sensei, you know,” Kushina-sensei told her, eyes just a little incredulous. “You have to do what I say, no matter what.”

Deidara was looking at her the way he would right before she did any sort of fuinjutsu, like he expected her to accidentally set the grassy field on fire or something. Was talking back to a teacher really so scandalous?

“Do you need a pep talk, girl to girl?” Kushina-sensei pressed, eyes lighting up in a way that Tori did not want to deal with.

“Fine, fine,” Tori grumbled. Meeting Itachi’s eyes, she said, “If you do break something, you owe me dinner for a week.”

Itachi faced her the way Deidara had looked at her sometimes, when they’d been renegade ninja buddies for a month. It wasn’t that he thought she was weak or delicate, or even that Tori couldn’t be incredibly dangerous under the right circumstances, but more that he’d already sorted her into a category of non-combatant. There was an uneasiness in his body language, imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t used to reading him. Itachi still thought of her as a civilian, and one he theoretically liked. Fighting her hand-to-hand was as inconceivable to him as it was to her.

He did proceed to fight her with kiddy gloves on, she thought, because she saw every hit coming even as she failed to dodge. The fight ended with her limping back to the pile of bento, sweaty and bruised all over and slightly embarrassed. This would have almost been better in her old life, where expectations for her taijutsu were in the negatives.

“Okay!” Kushina-sensei cried, sounding more excited than she should be. “Let’s analyze what happened!”

The analysis was basically just Kushina waving her arms and listing things Tori needed to improve, because Itachi’s taijustu was borderline perfect. Tori opened her canteen and took a long chug of water while Kushina-sensei babbled. A couple of insights were useful, but most of it boiled down to “Itachi is just better than you in every way.” It would be humiliating, Tori thought, if she were actually twelve or if she didn’t already have a history with both Itachi and Deidara.

It wasn’t completely not embarrassing, though! For once maybe they could do an exercise Tori would excel at, like having a pleasant conversation with a stranger, or what to do if the scroll you stole was sealed up tight.

Deidara turned his head to hide a smirk at her expense. Tori considered chucking her canteen at him.

“Oh,” Itachi suddenly said, head whipping round from where he’d gotten bored and turned to watch a dragonfly. “Tori, I’ve been meaning to tell you. Your tree-walking is all wrong.”

Tori stared back at him. “What?”

Kushina-sensei practically exploded with joy at the chance at a teaching moment. They were all ushered down the hill and over to the tree line to watch the incredibly mundane sight of Tori walking up a tree.

“What, because she’s slow?” Deidara asked, watching as Tori flipped herself over to stand on the bottom side of a branch. The long braid she’s tied up her hair in dangled centimeters from brushing the grass below.

“I think I’m doing fine,” Tori sniffed. Kushina-sensei too seemed confused about what the problem was. Sure, Tori slipped or mistimed the jutsu sometimes, but it wasn’t like she wasn’t getting better and better with practice.

“No, you’re…” Itachi trailed off, staring at her. Unlike for their spar, he’d activated the sharingan. “You might be doing that in the least efficient way possible. Who taught you?”

Tori glared back at him. She was barely using any chakra to stick herself to trees and buildings nowadays, thank you very much. If she was expected to be even more efficient then she might as well just quit being a ninja now.

“No one taught me,” Tori replied. “It’s just the leaf exercise but on your feet, isn’t it?”

Kushina-sensei’s eyes widened in horror, and Deidara burst into hysterical laughter.

“What?” Tori demanded. She was standing on a tree, wasn’t she?!

“Oh, Tori….” Kushina-sensei said.

As it turned out, tree walking wasn’t just activating and deactivating the leaf exercise to stick plant matter to yourself as you hopped around in a tree canopy, carefully timing sticking and unsticking yourself to the tree with every step. Apparently that was an insane way to do it, and Deidara kept spontaneously choking on his own laughter over how insane a thing to do it was. No, tree-walking only required a thin layer of chakra on the bottom of your shoes, and you could easily stick and unstick yourself without having to constantly adjust it.

It was a team effort to explain this to her, everyone talking at once. Apparently if you’d already solved a problem in the most cursed way possible, everyone wanted to correct you. Still, she managed to parse what she should have been doing from the cacophony of noise.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Tori demanded of her feet, glaring down at her sandals as she walked up a second tree, this time with about a million times the ease.

“Wait,” Deidara wheezed, straightening up from where he’d had to lean against another tree he was laughing so hard. “Tori, how have you been water-walking?”

Tori stared back at him, expression dead. “You don’t want to know.”

#reborn au #my writing

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thefandomenchantress · 7 months

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I think... I think if Ace doesn't die soon, he won't die at all. I can only see him as a victim because he's too dumb to be a third chapter/fourth chapter (let alone fifth chapter) killer. He might be a victim, though...

Yeah, I agree! I’ve actually thought for a while that if Ace isn’t the chapter 2 killer, he won’t die at all.

Let me explain that. While victim-Ace is possible, I feel like seeing him be killed might be a bit undercut by the fact that we’ve seen someone attempt to murder him before. Usually, seeing a character you like all bloodied is a new thing that will make you feel sad and distraught, since you’ve never seen them like that before. But with Ace it may feel like we’re just rehashing old events so that he can actually die this time, if that makes sense. It doesn’t hit as hard to have him be a victim if he was already almost a victim once. If it happens in chapter three, it might feel like that first time didn’t effect his character enough to actually justify his almost-death, it makes it feel like he was just a plot device to get Nico’s arc to be fully realized before Ace could finally actually die.

Onto the question of Ace being a killer or not, chapter 3, 4, and 5 killers often have more complex murder schemes, and you’re right, Ace doesn’t seem like the type of character to be smart enough to make up a murder scheme better than someone like Min would, even if Min’s attempt was done on the fly.

He’s so dumb that the only way I could see him being a killer…Is if that was the point.

Chapter two is all about subverting expectations about people’s true nature. Hence the title connecting to the saying “not all that glitters is gold”. David actually has an incredibly depressing and pessimistic outlook on the world, Nico is capable of doing evil things, etc.

So having the culprit subvert expectations would make sense, too. That’s one reason I like the Eden culprit theory (I DON’T THINK SHE’S SECRETLY EVIL, JUST THAT SHE MAY BE THE CULPRIT). The nicest person in class committed murder, gasp!

If Ace were the killer, the twist would be that their quote on quote ‘dumbest’ classmate managed to almost fool them all into voting for the wrong person, and would’ve if it hadn’t been for Teruko, and overall created an extremely clever murder scheme that almost let them get away with it, something that they never would’ve expected Ace to be capable of.

And since Ace almost got murdered right before this trial, his motive could be that since he just almost died, he thought he’d definitely die for real if he didn’t murder someone soon. His emotional instability is probably at an all-time high right now, after all.

Still, Ace being the culprit this chapter doesn’t seem to really feel like it should happen? His secret shed a lot more light on his character, sure, but it didn’t feel like the final puzzle piece we were missing before we can fully understand his character. It feels like his character has a lot more it should do before he dies.

One could argue that we’ll figure out the rest of his backstory and all that in a bonus episode, but there’s a reason those episodes are called bonus episodes and not epilogues. They shouldn’t be required viewing in order for you to understand a character, they should be there to help you further get to know a character you already understand.

There’s also the tape. I know everyone who’s seen the Eden culprit theories knows all about the titular disappearing tape, since that’s what a lot of the theory is based on. And I still stand by it not being a technical error until proven otherwise. I hate assuming the creator of anything I watch/play made a mistake or a retcon before we get the whole picture, just because it doesn’t fit with my current view of the story they’re making. But to get back on track, if we go under the assumption that the tape disappeared on purpose, which makes sense since it literally is said to have disappeared by the time Teruko and Rose get to the gym the next morning, that leaves us with three potential suspects: Eden, Ace, and Teruko. Only they could’ve taken the tape.

I don’t think anyone will disagree with me dismissing Teruko as the culprit immediately. It just doesn’t fit with her character motivations, especially since she literally told everyone she’s not going to commit a murder and she wants to live in the killing game building, because free food and no rent and such.

And Ace…Well, he could’ve taken it, but it still just doesn’t seem right. While you can argue he decided to commit a murder because of the Nico incident, there’s no way he could’ve thought ahead about needing the tape for that when, as stated by Ace, his only goal at the time was to kill Nico right then and there. He had no complex murder scheme thought up yet, so he couldn’t have known he’d need the tape. You could argue he lied about wanting to kill Nico right then and there and that he actually secretly had thought up a murder plan, I guess, or that he somehow thought he could use the tape as a weapon to kill Nico, but still. It feels like a little bit of a stretch, especially since Ace both just woke up and was bleeding heavily, not leaving much of a possibility for him to have believably been able to think of a complex murder method on the spot and know he should steal the tape. And if he wanted to use it as a weapon, why would he hide that from Teruko when he was perfectly fine telling her he was going to kill Nico? Overall it doesn’t seem as likely as Eden stealing it when she fell, leaving her as my prime suspect for being the killer.

Also, having Ace be like “I’m gonna die” and Teruko be like “someone like you isn’t going to last long here” at the beginning of the second chapter and then actually just having him die in the second chapter feels a little unsatisfying, because you were waiting for the narrative to prove them wrong. Then again, we’re on chapter two, the doom and gloom chapter, so maybe this is the part where Teruko’s beliefs are proven right (for now) and Ace does die.

So, to summarize: If Ace is going to be a culprit, the second chapter is the only spot where that kinda makes sense for me. I don’t think it’s too likely he will be a victim, especially in chapter three. And all in all I think he has a real shot at surviving the killing game!

Anyways, thanks for the ask! It let me ramble about my convoluted thoughts about when I think Ace will die, which was very fun!

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #drdt spoilers #ace markey #theory #answering inbox message thingys

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wejusthereforthefanart · 2 years

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Please write this

I’d read the Hell out of a fanfic where Felix is new to the Encanto, and immediately gets along with Pepa and her siblings, but all of the villagers are taking him aside and telling him “Hey, if you try to date Pepa, give her chocolates and jewelry,” and “It’s been a bit too sunny lately. Do you think you could lure Pepa to the fields and get her to cry? She’s insecure about her figure, if that helps.” And being an outsider, Felix is super creeped out by strangers telling him to emotionally manipulate his girlfriend, as well as how they pretty much documented everything about this one girl to keep track of what makes her happy or sad or angry, so he just calls them all out on their two-faced bullshit in front of the Madrigals. And that’s when Julieta and Bruno accept him into the family, because none of their sister’s exes had ever stood up for her bodily autonomy like he did.

And I’ve read quite a few stories where Pepa has really abusive boyfriends who get physical with her and then are surprised that the weather changes??? If they grew up in the Encanto, they’d know that hurting the one girl who affects the weather will... negatively affect the weather. I’d want a story where Pepa has boyfriends who are TERRIFIED to break up with her so they try getting her to leave them on good terms in order to avoid a storm. And while no one ever calls her things like “crazy” to her face, she thinks it herself once she finds out that all the guys she had a crush on only said yes because they were scared.

Bonus points if the farmers actively avoid Pepa when she’s in town because she’ll immediately get upset if she sees them, since they’re tasked with provoking her to rain for the crops. Like, they’re doing their jobs, but exploiting another person who didn’t choose to work with them in the first place so there’s a moral dilemma.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #fanfiction ideas

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undertheopensky · 1 month

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One bonus of insomnia: I finally finished Spirit of the North!

I purchased this in 2021 while trapped at my sister’s house, unable to go home for two months during Covid lockdowns, but didn’t get very far into it. I just didn’t vibe with it, since at first it’s very much a walking simulator, and with no dialogue it sits somewhere between confusing, alarming, and depressing in the initial chapters.

However, unlike another game that came out around the same time featuring foxes and a lot of walking, this had actually gameplay! Exploration and platforming form the basis of the core gameplay loop, and while it’s not unenjoyable, it can be a little frustrating. One of the main side quests is finding an object to bring to a specific location, neither of which tend to be obvious until you’re right on top of them. This led to a fair amount of hunting-for-significant-looking-places and gridsearching. It was engrossing, at least.

Now, the controls.

On the ground steering is fairly fluid, but once jumps get involved it can get a little awkward. Your avatar doesn’t always jump in the direction or with the impulsion you expect it to. If there’s a wall a little too close, you sometimes won’t jump forwards, just straight up in the air, even though if you HAD jumped forwards you’d have cleared the obstacle. Other times you wind up jumping in the /opposite direction like you rebounded off it. There’s also no midair correction system, which, yes, is realistic, if not for the fact that the game has no issues with knocking you off course (again, if you’re too close to a wall). Overall, it feels rather unresponsive - not helped by my avatar sometimes just refusing to jump at all. Like what the hell, dude?

There are several special abilities, and while they’re not very intuitive at first, they /are consistent. When you find tasks or obstacles you generally know what you need to do to solve them. The most difficult part is that due to lack of dialogue you have no idea what they’re called, which can make googling specific frustrating puzzles even more frustrating. (IN MY DEFENSE, I didn’t know the avatar power and the dash power could be used simultaneously!)

So controls are generally very functional. What about graphics?

Pretty, but poorly contrasted in some places. There were some sections where I had to play in the dark with the backscreen fully lit up just to see what I was doing (looking at you, chapter 6). I feel like there was a day night cycle going on too? Which meant things randomly got deeply shadowed and suddenly I was left squinting at my next target. Generally, though, the graphics are nice enough to look at and don’t hurt my eyes, even when glowing things come onscreen.

The music is nice, if not amazing. Not a fan of the way it seems to randomly select tracks when one finishes, though, as this sometimes results in super ominous music out of nowhere. All I’m doing is crossing a field, stop trying to give me a heart attack!

Unfortunately a lot of the ‘special effects’ noises are annoying. The fox panting at random intervals, the glooping sounds, the rush of water sometimes when there’s no water present…. The way your companion yips back at you whenever you bark is cute, though.

Plot.

Confusing.

Less confusing than the other fox game I played recently, despite having zero dialogue. The use of pictographs and environmental storytelling was fairly effective here. Some things were just inevitably lost in translation. However, I mostly followed what was happening and what had happened, and the conclusion was satisfying in a ‘oh, that makes sense!’ kind of way, even if there were a few loose plot threads still.

Worth it? Yeah. Not my favourite, by any means, but I’ll probably go through at some point to find the rest of the collectibles, now I know what I’m doing.

#skies plays games #spirit of the north

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plm couple date night drabble? pls only if you have the chance 😊

This was incredibly fun to write 💕 Pausing a bit on this couple but I hope you enjoy this. Will definitely go back to them!🙂

Title: Please Love Me Drabble Bonus (04) - Date Night

WC: 8,204

Tags/Warnings: probably inaccurate things about drawing and soccer; indecent thoughts about one's spouse, nudity, smut (kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex), lots of fluff (18+)

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Jungkook grips your hand as you walk past the door, your eyes widening at the suite that you’re both led to. It’s nicer and more comfortable than you expected, and you turn to your husband who seems just as surprised.

“You may order drinks and snacks,” the staff points to the monitor by the coffee table. “And please press this button once you’re ready to place your bets.”

You smile at her and give your thanks while Jungkook stands by the floor-to-ceiling window that looks out onto the race track.

“Cool stuff,” he says, looking at you with a smile. “I never understood the appeal of these things but grandfather loves watching this.”

“Then why are we here, then?” You chuckle.

You didn’t think Jungkook would be into this, too, especially since he’s more into activities that require him to move around.

“Because,” he starts, “competing with you is fun. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“You just never played Street Fighter with me, Kook,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I was a screaming and competitive mess when I was younger.”

“Which I never knew since you never played with me,” he pouts.

“Because you were so good and I didn’t want to embarrass myself,” you argue. “I told you, I had a little crush on you then. And I still do.”

You see the tips of his ears turn pink and he tries hard to not smile too much, but he still does, the scrunch of his nose too adorable for you to not squeal internally.

Jungkook always had that charm growing up, and that intensified when puberty hit - he got rid of his bowl cut, he gained some muscle, and his confidence skyrocketed, mostly because he was in the soccer team and that immediately made him one of the popular ones. His being a rich kid - who always threw parties at the village clubhouse or at rented hotels - added to that, and of course, the fact that he’s always been incredibly handsome.

You could think of a dozen other girls from high school who matched his outgoing personality and level of popularity - there was that star gymnast whom he dated for a while, the class President who was as sociable as she was smart, the model whom everyone had a crush on, and so many others.

He enjoyed those years, that much you knew. He had a different girlfriend every few months. But when it came to you, well, he rarely looked your way. Of course, now you know why, but still - high school you wouldn’t have believed it if you told her that in 10 years, you’d be making the Jeon Jungkook blush and get all shy the way he is right now.

The announcement that the next race will start soon brings you back to the present. Jungkook motions for you and you stand with him by the window, his arm around your waist, as you both observe the horses.

He disregards the call for bets, making you think that he took you here specifically for the bet between the both of you, and somehow that makes you even more excited.

“So, what are the rules?” You ask, turning to him.

“Alright, so there are 8 horses racing,” he starts. “We each bet on 4 different ones. Their rank in the race will be equivalent to points. We’ll add them up after 3 rounds and whoever has lower points, wins.”

“Why can’t it just be that the winning horse for the round scores a point for us and first to 2, wins?” You ask, wondering why he’s making it more complicated.

“Because when I win both rounds, then that’s it. Where’s the fun in that?” He scoffs. “Plus, it’s more entertaining if we keep on rooting for the horses until the race ends.”

“Hmm, fair point,” you nod. “So what’s on the line?”

“So if I win,” he smiles cheekily, “you attend my soccer match next Saturday wearing my jersey with a handmade sign rooting for me.”

He looks at you smugly and you know he’s not joking. When he said that the winner can ask the other person to do something embarrassing, he really meant it.

Jungkook, even when he had girlfriends in high school, always had admirers, and it was easy to spot them, too - anyone could just go to soccer practice and see who was lurking at the field, watching him. During games, there were several of them wearing his (unofficial) jersey with placards with his name on them.

Nari and Minhyuk used to send you photos of those girls. Yeji, who was part of the broadcasting club, always managed to take videos of the awkwardness when they screamed for Jungkook all at once and he didn’t seem to know who to address first.

You were obviously never part of that crowd. Squealing people always rattled you; games often went on for hours under the sun and you didn’t want your family to be worried.

It’s safe to say that you’d never watched any of Jungkook’s games live, not until he joined that soccer club the other month. They play thrice a week, and your husband has always found a way to go at least twice, and you’ve managed to watch a few of them.

You’d either be by yourself or with your friends, somewhere higher up the bleachers, away from those who treat these games as another one of their social events. You can’t blame them, though, not when the players are as handsome and rich as they are.

And just like in his younger years, Jungkook took command of this field, too. Whether it was a flashy pass or a goal, he always celebrated with such finesse, and it’s no surprise he’s become popular with the other “fans,” too.

But you were always the supporter on the sideline, taking photos and videos from afar, merely waving whenever he called out to you, and then leaving him with his teammates when they invited him for drinks. That was always Jungkook’s world, and you basked in him basking in it. But with this bet on the line, you really wouldn’t have an excuse.

“What’s the placard supposed to say?” You cock an eyebrow.

“Anything,” he shrugs. “As long as it screams, I’m so in love with my husband.”

He teasingly kisses your cheek as you chuckle at his cheesiness.

“That’s it?” You feign nonchalance, but he sees right through you.

“Yes, babe. I know you’re squirming internally already.”

You laugh at his statement, and your scrunched nose mirrors his. You’re so beautiful that he just wants to kiss you senseless, especially as you pretend that his winning consequence doesn’t affect you much. He knows you, and you were never one for excessive public displays of affection, often hiding in embarrassment whenever he shows you off or says something cheesy, which he always insists he means.

A part of him knows this is out of selfishness - he wants to see you be a little more daring for him, a little shameless to show your adoration, to show that you feel lucky to be with him.

He’d had his high school and college girlfriends do that - wear his jersey, cheer for him on the bleachers, side-eye the other girls who try to get his attention… and it was fun, it was confidence-boosting, it was affirming.

And for his past few games when he’d turn to the crowd, he’d search for you, happy enough that you show up when you can, even if you’re tucked to the side and quietly cheering him on. But he’d love to see you closer though, wearing something that bears his name on the back to show everyone that he’s yours, that you’re his.

“Okay, then,” you grin. “Watch your game wearing your jersey with a cheesy sign - got it. As for me…” You step closer and whisper in his ear, “I want you to model for me, naked.”

“Psh, that’s easy,” he scoffs, though you didn’t miss how he gulped just seconds ago. “I literally parade around you naked everyday, babe. I’d go around the apartment without clothes on if you let me.”

“Walking around naked is different from posing naked, Kook,” you inform him. “You’re gonna have to pose for a long period of time and just watch me work.”

“Will you be naked, too?”

“Of course not,” you playfully smack his arm. “I’m gonna be so focused and probably not mind you or something. You’ll be my subject, and I will treat you as such.”

“Hmm, I like it when you’re dominant,” he grunts in your ear, and though you smack him again, you can’t deny the heat in your belly at his statement.

“I never am,” you frown, “but I’m serious, Kook. We push through with this bet, then you’ll do it if I win.”

“Of course, babe,” he assures, hugging you. “I came up with the idea so of course I’ll see it through. But what’s it for, though?”

“We’re doing nude art in the drawing class I joined,” you say excitedly. “But I feel like I’m gonna get a little flustered if I see someone naked in front of me so I wanna practice being focused.”

“Wait, someone’s gonna go naked in front of you?” He exclaims.

“It’s an exercise, okay, and they’re gonna be naked in front of everyone.”

“I can just be your class’ model, then. That way, you won’t get flustered,” he offers.

“Nope, all this is for my eyes only,” you pout, and that’s what prompts him to kiss you.

He chuckles as his head sneaks in the crook of your neck. “I’m kidding. Of course, babe. Only for you.”

The announcer’s voice saying that the race will now begin prompts both of you to straighten yourselves and turn to each other.

“Starting now, you are my rival,” Jungkook puts on a serious face. “May the better Jeon win.”

“Get ready to lose, honey,” you say sweetly, complete with a tuck of a hair strand behind your ear and a flutter of your eyelashes. “I have a winning record to keep.”

As Jungkook should’ve expected, you do win.

It was a close one, at least, as your scores weren’t far apart until the third race when 3 of your horses made it to the top 3, leaving Jungkook with a higher score and thus, another losing record. It wasn’t without its tense moments, though.

You were a little reserved during the first race, while Jungkook joined in on the shrieks of the other patrons. He was fist bumping the air since he was up by 2 points, but things turned around during the second and third races and you’d started jumping a little and squealing yourself. Your beers were forgotten, and the staff looked at you weirdly for being so into the race without putting any bets, and Jungkook had smiled and said that you weren’t betting people and he didn’t want to lose money.

But in between the fake insults and the teasing, Jungkook would pull you close and wrap his arms around your waist, laughing at your competitiveness and constantly kissing your cheek. And so when he defeatedly looks at you after you announce yourself as winner, you know he’s just pretending to be upset. There’s a twinkle in his eye when he looks at you, and you feel his love envelop you in more ways than one.

“I offer my congratulations to Mrs. Jeon,” he bows. “That was a good race. I accept all consequences as agreed upon.”

“I accept your congratulations, Mr. Jeon,” you bow as well. “Keep your next Saturday free for me, please.”

“It’s gonna take a whole day?” He looks at you worriedly.

“No, but we’ll never know,” you shrug.

“Never know, what?” He smirks.

“Never know how impatient and whiny you’re gonna be that it’d take me longer than 4 hours to finish,” you tease. “But really, honey. You sure you’re okay with posing for me?”

“Yes, babe,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders as he leads you out to get the car. “Anything you want, I’ll do it.”

“Hmm, thank you, Kook. I can’t wait to make art out of this art,” you wink, but you ruin it with a scrunch of your nose and an embarrassed laugh.

“Ah, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Watching the sunset from the 81st floor of the Lotte World Tower while gorging on delicious and delicate-looking food is an experience in itself. The views are amazing; it makes you appreciate the city’s skyline from high up here, so much so that the smile doesn’t leave your face.

“It’s beautiful out here, Kook,” you turn to him. “Maybe it was good that we missed out on that dinner? Would’ve been so awkward since I didn’t realize it’s this intimate and romantic.”

“Hey, we said we wouldn’t talk about it,” he pouts.

“We said, we’d make new memories,” you correct him. “And we’re here now, enjoying all this together.”

“It is pretty special, huh?” He smiles, as his eyes trace your features that he loves gazing upon when he wakes up and before he falls asleep.

“Yes, and because we’re making new memories… I thought I’d give you this,” you say, taking a small card from your purse and handing it to him, his wide eyes now tracing the painting collage of familiar places on the front - the water bungalow in Fiji, the lakes of Alberta, the streets of Prague, Central Park in New York, and your own balcony.

“Baby, what’s—”

“It was 2 years to the day yesterday since we said I love you to each other,” you interject, the same time he opens the card to see 24 different doodles of the words on the page. “I know it’s an odd thing to celebrate but I just remember that night so well and I always think of all the amazing things we’ve done and been to since then.”

Jungkook’s eyes are now glassy and you can’t say you didn’t expect this.

“I love you so much. I remember that night so well, too. And I—” he turns to you, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms and tell you how much love he has for you until you’re sick of his voice. “Shit, I wanna marry you all over again. Can we do that? I’d marry you everyday, babe.”

“Kook, honey, that sounds romantic but that’s also incredibly impractical and—”

Jungkook stands from his seat and walks over to where you are, kneeling before you with your hand in his. “Baby, I take you as my wife, I do, and I love y—”

The sounds of people clapping and their oohs and ahhs cut his declaration short, as you both realize what it looks like.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, this is so embarrassing,” you chuckle, covering your face now.

You’re adorable when you get shy, and it makes him even more charmed by you, but he also knows that the attention flusters you, so he stands up and glances at the people with their tender eyes, looking like the proud strangers that they are.

“Ah, I’m not proposing. We’re actually married. Over 2 years already, in fact,” he clarifies. “I just got a little carried away and did some dramatic declaration of my love because I’m so in love with my wife and—”

They ooh and ahh even louder and you can’t help but just laugh at the entire scene. Leave it to your husband to make such a big deal out of it all but you admit that it makes your heart leap out of your chest - he’s so smitten, the way you are, and the way he lets you - and everybody else - know is something you’re still getting used to. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and despite your insecurities, he never lets you forget just how much love he has for you.

You motion for him to go back to his seat and he shyly does, his flushed face making him look like that handsome adolescent that you crushed on when you were younger.

“Sorry,” he mouths.

“It’s okay, I love you,” you mouth back.

He smiles that dimpled smile of his and places the card in his jacket pocket. “I’m never going to lose this.”

“So, how long am I supposed to sit still on this thing?”

Jungkook stands next to the stool that you instructed him to settle into, thankful that you’re at least allowing him to sit down and be more comfortable than if you had him raise his arms or something. He’d searched for some nude drawing poses and those he’d found had either very sensual or very boring ones. Sitting on the edge of a stool bare naked doesn’t seem that uncomfortable, or so he hopes.

“Around 30 minutes? That should be enough time for me to draw your silhouette, then we can take breaks after,” you respond, fixing your canvas and your drawing materials.

“You may remove your clothes now and take a seat, Mr. Jeon,” you say.

“Guide me, please? I’m new to this thing.”

You turn to his smug face with an arch of your eyebrow. “You’re not new to being naked in front of me, honey.”

“I’m new to being naked in front of you and then not having you touch me, is what I meant,” he smirks.

You feel your cheeks heat up but you shake your head. This is an art experience, you remind yourself.

Ever since that trip to Alberta during your 2nd year anniversary where you woke up one morning, itching to paint the scenery outside but ended up being enamored by the view of your husband sleeping soundly in bed, wrapped in the soft sheets looking absolutely ethereal, you’ve been wanting to paint him in all his glory. Sure, you got to paint his silhouette that time but it’s different when you’re able to go through the details of his majestic body, one that leaves you craving for him more and more each time.

You were honest about this being a trial for your eventual nude drawing class, but you also want inspiration, maybe use today’s output as a guide for a detailed painting of him. You hope he doesn’t get creeped out by the idea, though. You like painting beautiful things, and there’s just something intimate about capturing the love of your life in an art form that you love.

“Honey, I’m gonna need you to behave today, alright?” You say playfully, as you walk towards him and tug on his shirt.

He removes it with one hand and then slips his boxers off, all the while looking into your eyes as he does so. He’s done this so many times before but he always manages to make you flustered, to make you feel weak and wanting.

“Now, Mrs. Jeon, where do you want me?”

“On the edge, please, with your left leg on the floor and your right heel on the footrest,” you instruct. “Right arm resting behind your back and the left on your lap,” you say, guiding him on the stool and fixing his position the way you want.

He smells so good, as he’d just showered after a morning run, and his tanned form due to his weekend afternoon soccer games makes him glow under the rays of the sun that’s shining through the window of your studio. His tattoos, which now cover a bigger area of his arm, are art on art, and his features - rough yet delicate at the same time - are beautiful. So is his flaccid cock, which rests between his thighs and you have to force yourself not to kneel in front of him and put it in your mouth to make him feel good.

“You comfortable?” You turn to him.

“Yup, except for my lips. They need a kiss from you,” he puckers them, earning him a roll of your eyes, but you give in then pull away before you get lost in the feel of him.

You go back to your seat and start drawing, taking in the lines of his body from his jaw, down to his neck, his arms, his torso, then his legs. You want to capture his silhouette first and fill in the details as you go. It’s not long before you get in the zone, with nothing but the sound of your pencil gliding against the paper, with soft jazz music in the background.

For these first minutes, you look at Jungkook as your subject - a life form whose beauty you’re trying to recreate and to immortalize.

From a few feet away, Jungkook watches you intently. There’s grace in the way you sit in a stool and hold your pencil and flit your gaze from him to the paper. There’s the intensity of your eyes that’s soft as well; the way you bite your lip in concentration is something he finds adorable and sexy at the same time. You mumble to yourself when you’re immersed in something, and he has to stop himself from wanting to kiss you every time that happens.

You’re dressed in boy shorts and a loose tank top, with one of his oversized jackets covering the rest of you. He loves seeing you like this - comfortable, in your element, and absolutely stunning.

“We can take a break,” you say, walking towards him with his tumbler for a drink.

He starts walking around to stretch and you cordon him off your area, making sure he doesn’t see your drawing until it’s finished, and it’s not long after when you instruct him back to the stool to continue your work.

This time is tricky, as you start to focus on the details of Jungkook’s features. His head is tilted slightly so the sharpness of his jaw is accentuated. It takes a while for you to get the angle like you want, and in that period, the amount of time you stare at his throat and the expanse of his neck is more than you hoped.

Your eyes trail down. He’s breathing steadily, but the way his chest lightly raises is enough to remind you of how he is when he’s huffing, panting, sweaty… and you have to blink away the memories, especially as that was the sight you had last night when he took you on the couch after movie night.

His dark nipples are perfect against the backdrop of his pecs - toned and stunning, but the faded stains of your lust on them causes you to jerk at the memory, and you find yourself clearing your throat before you let out a moan.

“You okay there, babe?” You hear him ask, the sultry tone of his voice, unmistakeable.

“Uh-huh,” you lie. “The sun’s just shining through and I feel a bit hot.”

You mindlessly remove your jacket as Jungkook curiously turns to the window that’s now not as bright as it was. When he looks back at you, he sees it. And now he’s the one who can’t shake off the thoughts from last night.

Back to where you are, you’re trying to perfect the lines and dips of his torso, your eyes descending to start on his hips, and it’s when you see it, and you visibly swallow.

His dick definitely didn’t look like that minutes ago.

Your breathing quickens, and you try to focus on the drawing in front of you, but it doesn’t seem to work - that’s still your naked husband on there, a replica of the scene that’s getting you all hot and bothered.

He calls out your name.

“Hmm? Honey, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he says with a low voice.

“Kook, you’re the one who’s hard,” you furrow your brows at him.

“So are you, baby,” he grunts.

You look at him questioningly. He’s now panting, tongue licking his lips, and he cocks his head to motion towards you and that’s when you look down and notice your pert nipples, screaming underneath your thin tank top.

“I—”

“You’re putting on a side show for me, too.”

And that’s when you notice it again - the side of your breast peeking through the low arm holes of your top. You look at him with a shy face, but Jungkook doesn’t miss the hint of a tease on it.

He’d noticed it the moment you took the jacket off and the way you looked so sexy drawing him naked just made his mind wander to last night and how satisfied you looked under him while he plowed into you, your breasts bouncing for him in perfect pace with his thrusts.

“Kook, I want to focus,” you pout.

“Let’s have a break, then,” he suggests. “I’m so close to touching myself to the thought of you but that’s not fun when you’re right there. Please, baby? I’ll get back to my position, I promise. Just let me touch you.”

And who are you to deny your handsome husband who’s begging to have you?

You set aside your pencil and turn towards him, slowly opening your legs to say that you want him, too.

“Come to me, then,” you drawl.

He wastes no time and walks towards you, cups your cheeks in his hands, and kisses you like he hadn’t done it in years.

“Was this part of the consequence?” He grunts, as his mouth finally parts from yours and trails down your neck, nipping and licking your flesh. “Did you want me to sit there and watch you get turned on by me and not be able to do anything?”

“But you’re doing something about it now,” you bite back, before you let out a moan from him pinching your buds.

“And I’m about to do more,” he teases, kneeling in front of you and hurriedly removing your shorts.

He moves the stool for support and spreads your legs, grunting as he smells your essence.

“Fuck.”

“Kook, do something,” you plead.

He smirks before he dives into your cunt, his tongue swiping at your folds and leaving you a quivering mess.

“Oh, god,” you moan, as he kitten licks your throbbing nub repeatedly, the act making you feel hazy. “That’s so—”

The rest of the sentence dies in your throat, as he slips 2 fingers in and hits your spot immediately. It’s obscene, the sounds that his mouth makes as he sucks your flesh and the ones he elicits from you. It’s messy and unfiltered, as his dark gaze lands on you briefly, before he lowers himself even more to nip and lick the back of your thighs, right where it meets your ass, a sensitive part that he’s recently discovered.

His thumb expertly flicks your clit while his mouth does wonders on your flesh, and you hear him growl, curse, and moan against your skin, the vibrations heightening the incoming orgasm that you feel is about to burst from you.

“Kook, I’m close,” you keen, and it signals him to get his mouth back onto your cunt, where a series of tongue movements elicits a scream from you, your thighs reflexively closing, and the sight of Jungkook buried in them will always, always trigger those butterflies in your belly.

You feel yourself weaken as your slick slides out of you, with Jungkook lapping up the mess that he’s made. You’re still shaking, but he does his loving husband duty of massaging your thighs as he helps you come down from your high.

“You always sound so good, baby,” he says, softly kissing your belly now. “Your screams from last night got me so hard earlier, and the way you looked. Fuck, you always look so breathtaking when I take your breath away.”

You merely hum, closing your eyes as you savor his lips on your skin, eliciting another squeal when he nips your clothed buds, still throbbing for him. Your fingers comb through his hair, and even with everything you’ve felt, it’s still not enough.

“Wanna be inside you,” he whispers in your ear, low and desperate, his mouth proceeding to tenderly kiss your neck.

“Okay,” you mumble, standing up now and letting him take a seat.

He leans against the wall and helps you straddle him, your lips sliding against his shaft before you slide down to have him inside you.

“Hmm, so warm,” he grunts against your neck. “I could be here forever.”

“How dramatic,” you tease, kissing his cheek.

He turns to your work, taking in an image of him through your eyes.

“Wow, I look good.”

You burst into laughter. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or annoyed.”

“Hey, that’s one amazing muse you got there,” he insists, gently lifting you up and down as you both savor each other this way.

“Hmm, he is. It’s not hard to get turned on when that’s what I have to draw,” you smile, pecking his nose now. “And I want to get back to it so let’s continue, shall we?”

He chuckles and kisses you back, shifting for better support and grips your waist to quicken his pace. It’s not long after when you’re both into it again, his mouth capturing your breasts and his tongue, swirling in all the places that he can.

He’s thrusting upward while you meet his motions, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders so you won’t fall off, given how hard he’s now going. You feel his body tense and the sweat pool on his forehead, his parted mouth and hooded eyes adding to your pleasure. With him falling apart under you, it’s not hard for the orgasm to build again.

You fall apart, too, together this time, and your bated breaths fill the room, the buzzing feeling from your high slowly fading.

“Thank you, that was an added perk,” you sigh, as you settle in his warm embrace.

“Yeah, and we have the rest of the day, babe,” he says, kissing your forehead. “We’re probably gonna need more than 4 hours.”

“Well, isn’t this quite the sight?” Junghyun greets you with a teasing smile and a hug. “My sister-in-law, wearing my brother’s soccer jersey. We would’ve thrown a party if this happened then.”

“Well, too bad I wasn’t a fan, then,” you chuckle, hugging him back. “Crowds and male egos weren’t really my thing. It still isn’t, actually.”

“Yeah, I know. It took marrying him for you to even consider going to his games,” Junghyun says. “But I’m glad he’s found time to do this again. He really missed playing, you know? It’s like he’s reliving his glory days again. Minus the girlfriend of the season in his jersey cheering for him. Until now.”

“For the record, I have been cheering for him,” you correct. “Just up there, away from people.”

“And what brings you here at the center, now?” Your brother asks, making way for Nari and Yeji to sit next to you. “And in his jersey, too.”

“Ah, we did that horse race bet. This is what he wanted if he won,” you share.

“But didn’t you win?” Junghyun asks. “Kook told me so, although he didn’t say what you wanted him to do.”

“Yeah, well…” you trail, suddenly feeling flustered as you recall last week and how that nude drawing session took an entire day because every break you both took would last an hour. You did finish the piece; it just took longer than expected.

“You know, boring stuff,” you shrug. “But I realized that he may have been wanting me to show up in this because you know, it’s Jungkook. And well, what’s the harm? Maybe I’ll just be extremely embarrassed but it’s okay. I mean, this placard isn’t cringey at all,” you smile sarcastically, earning you a round of laughter from everyone.

“Knowing Kook, he’s gonna be extremely and annoyingly giddy about this,” your brother says. “It doesn’t really take much to make him happy. All he needs is you, really, and any public declaration of your love is just the icing on the cake,” he winks.

The thought leaves you feeling giddy, enough to temper the nervous feeling you have.

You were never one who likes to take the spotlight, and showing up here in your husband’s jersey with a sign to boot definitely screams ‘center of attention.’ But anything for him, you remind yourself. You want him to know that you adore him, and that if you were that type of person, you’d brag about him to the rest of the world that he’s yours and you’re his, in a not disturbingly possessive way, of course.

The soccer field in the Clubhouse isn’t that big, but it’s enough to play the sport leisurely. There are benches and bleachers for spectators to sit on, and like what you expected, there are a lot of familiar faces in the crowd. The VIP Clubhouse is a second home to many of them, after all, and this is by all means entertainment for them.

You spot Jungkook running towards the field, perhaps returning after a few laps around the nearby oval track. He does that before doing anything physical, and though it’s just a game for fun, the competitive gene in him just has to be at his best for this.

At the center of the field, Jungkook starts to stretch. He hears one of his teammates release a breath. “Is it wrong of me to say that I love weekend games because the pretty ladies come to watch?” The man says. “It’s like added pressure but I gotta say, I like the attention.”

“Are they here for you, though?” Another man teases. “You’re not the golden boy like Jeon over here. You know those pretty ladies would swarm him if he wasn’t married.”

“I know, which is why I’m getting on his good side so he could put out a good word for me, maybe for that chick in the first row, the one in blue and yellow,” the first man cocks his head towards the bleachers. “She’s gorgeous.”

Jungkook follows his teammate’s gaze, his own eyes widening at what he sees. He takes the man’s chin and directs it to face him.

“Look elsewhere, yeah? That’s my wife you’re looking at.”

“No shit.”

“Golden boy, remember?” Jungkook smirks, leaving his dumbfounded teammates to run towards you, his heart fluttering as he gets closer to see that you’re wearing his college jersey.

“Baby,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “You’re here. I thought it’s girls’ night.”

“Yeah, this is part of girls’ night,” you smile. “Nari and Yej wanted to ogle at hot guys and well, you’ve got good-looking teammates.”

“You mean other than me, right? Because I should be the only hot and good-looking one for you.”

“Hmm, let’s see… there’s–”

“Hey!” he pouts. “Joo-hyuk there was eyeing you and he’s pretty handsome.”

“Ah, goodness. I didn’t come in your jersey only to look at other men, Kook,” you nudge his arm. “And, I didn’t spend the afternoon with the girls making this if I wasn’t going to be paying attention to you,” you add, pulling the cardboard sign from the paper bag you brought and showing it to him.

There’s an action photo of him from one of his college games that you dug up, with the words ‘Here for golden star player, Jeon Jungkook (my husband)’ in big letters next to it. “It’s back-to-back, too, so even those behind me will know who I’m here for,” you wink.

“Baby,” he finally says, after what seems like minutes of him staring at the sign. “You didn’t have to.”

You cock your eyebrow at him.

“I’m kidding. I’ve been secretly hoping you’d do this. And I’m losing my shit right now,” he laughs, hugging you again. “But… you won the bet, and we had an amazingly spectacular time last week. What’s with this?”

“You just looked really excited when you brought this up,” you say. “And well, even if I’m shaking in embarrassment right now, I really wanted to come and let all those watching know that the really handsome player wearing number 7 is my husband, and I love him very much. I even wrote it on the sign!”

You raise it up, and he has to squint because in the bottom corner, in tiny letters, you indeed wrote I love you.

“Well, that’s readable, at least from up close,” he laughs. “But thank you. I’m so pumped up right now. I’m gonna do so well and you’re gonna be so turned on that–”

“Alright, we all know you’re gonna do so well, honey,” you glare at him.

“I will,” he smirks. “Raise that up every time I have the ball, okay?”

“Fine,” you say in submission, thinking he’s absolutely childish and unfairly adorable.

He kisses you deeply before he runs to his teammates, yelling at them to make sure you hear. “Tonight’s game plan - pass me the ball every time.” He turns to wink at you and you playfully shake your head.

“I married a hormonal teenager,” you turn to your friends and brothers, who all laugh at you.

“Yeah, we know,” they say in unison, and you go back to your seat and make sure to catch Jungkook’s eyes.

His soft smile mirrors yours, and you know that right this moment, his heart flutters the same way that yours does.

Jungkook’s hand sneaks around your waist and he whispers in your ear. “You okay, babe?”

You nod with a smile, squeezing his knee to let him know you’re sincerely fine, and he smiles in return.

After the soccer game - which they won and had him scoring 2 goals because, like he said, he was “inspired” tonight - his teammates invited him, you, and your friends to dinner and drinks at a nearby restaurant. He was ready to turn them down, but you insisted that you were okay with hanging out with them. The guys were teasing Jungkook non stop because of how hyped up and giddy he was the entire time, going soft every time he turned to you and saw you with your sign up for him to see.

“Jungkook’s a beast on the field but a menace outside of it,” Joo-hyuk had said. “We kinda wanna see him be a total softie around his wife.”

It was hard to say no, not when your husband looked a little flustered but totally adorable and proud. And though warming up to new people wasn’t immediate for you, your husband’s warmth and comfort was enough to make you feel at ease.

He’s taken to calling them his friends now, he’d told you, as they’re the ones he usually ends up being teammates with, and they’re not insufferable like some of those he’d met. They’re laid-back like he is, and Jungkook always gravitated towards people like himself.

“Are you okay?” You ask, turning towards him.

“Yeah, though to be honest, I’m itching to go home.”

“Yeah? But we just finished dinner. I thought you guys wanted a round of drinks.”

“They do, but not me, not when you’re here.” His cheeky smile turns naughty, as he leans to mumble in your ear. “I know I wanted this, but seeing you in my jersey is doing things to me.”

You feel your cheeks heat up and just the thought of Jungkook being turned on by you wearing something of his is somehow turning you on, too.

“Uh, maybe we can stay just a bit longer, so it doesn’t seem like we’re too eager to leave?” You suggest.

Jungkook pretends to think about it, but decides that he doesn’t really care. He’s been waiting to be with you since he saw you earlier, and he doesn’t really mind leaving his teammates out here nor worry about what they’d think.

“Or not,” you chuckle, knowing what he’s thinking by the way his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. “We can go a–”

“Bye everyone, we’re gonna go ahead,” he tells the group before you can even finish your sentence. “We’ve got, uh, important business to attend to,” he says, pulling out the chair for you and taking your hand.

“Important business my ass,” someone laughs. “We know what you’re on, Jeon. Go ahead, lovebirds. Your home is waiting.”

Nari and Yeji can’t help their giggles as you pout, mouthing your apologies that you’re leaving them when you dragged them out here, but they assure you that it’s okay. They have common friends with the guys, and they don’t mind being left with them.

“Great, see you guys again!” Jungkook waves, and you hold him back to say your proper goodbyes before you both walk out of the restaurant and head to the car.

“Jeon Jungkook, what was that!” You playfully smack his arm as he starts driving. “Important business? Seriously? Who would buy that?”

“I’m sorry, babe! It was the first thing that I thought of!” He frowns, knowing you don’t like being put on the spot like that. “I just… I feel like I’m reliving the glory days of my youth, you know? Winning a game, seeing my girl cheer for me–”

“Going home with that girl and sleeping with her?” You finish.

“Hey! I don’t mean it in that way!”

“That’s totally how your youth was, Kook,” you tease, “which, by the way, you’re literally still living. We’re still in our 20s, honey.”

“I know, but it’s different, obviously. It’s you, the absolute love of my life,” he says, kissing your hand. “It didn’t feel like this before.”

You merely hum in response and kiss his hand back. You know this, you feel this, and ever since that talk you had the other week about making new memories to replace the not-so-good ones from your past, it feels different, too.

You make it home in record time, with Jungkook pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses all the way up to the floor of your apartment.

He watches you walk towards the door and suddenly, the adrenaline dies down. The overwhelming feeling of lust he’d felt earlier fades.

Yes, he still very much wants to bend you over the couch and fuck you from behind while you still wear his jersey. He still wants to have you on top of him, over him, and next to him as he pushes inside you. And he definitely will, among other things.

But right now, there’s just you and him, under the dim light of the foyer, in the home you both created.

And as you curiously smile at him, he thinks back to the past weeks - even months and years - of all these dates and trips, and he thinks that whether it’s in the quiet intimacy of your studio, or in front of a dozen people you’ve just met, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is.

“You okay, Kook?” You ask. “I thought we had some important business to do,” you chuckle.

“We do,” he says, cupping your cheeks and kissing you tenderly. “Have I told you that I love you today?”

“Yes, in the elevator, minutes ago,” you remind him.

“Okay, good. Don’t ever forget that.”

He wraps his arms around you and you hug him back.

He sways you a little before he goes back to kissing you again - slow, purposeful, and deep, like all the times he has when he’s feeling a little sentimental. Wandering hands explore each other’s bodies, until he’s turning you around, his lips grazing the side of your neck, his fingers undoing the button of your jeans.

You feel your body come alive from the warmth of his mouth and his expert hands, removing your clothes, even your bra, except for his jersey. His hardened length pokes your back, and it’s when he leads your body to lean over the armrest of the couch that you get what he wants to do.

His kisses on the back of your thighs, up to your sopping cunt and your ass cheeks, are soft. His caresses on your torso and your breasts underneath his shirt are gentle. Even the way he enters you from behind - immediate and needy - is more amorous than anything, and it’s his desire that you feel overtaking the room. He’s careful but passionate, and somehow you think this is him, savoring the way you looked earlier and right now.

He doesn’t say much other than how perfect you are for him, that you’re meant for him. His grunts and moans are on pace with yours, and once both your orgasms start to build up, he removes himself from you - unfortunate, really, but you know how he is. He definitely wants to watch you come for him.

He guides you to sit this time, on top of him where he has a full view of you in a top that bears his name, that lets everyone know who he belongs with.

“You were so beautiful today,” he hums, as he meets your thrusts, his hands tracing your outer thighs before they hold your waist steady. “All I wanted was to see you scream for me.”

“I do that all that time, Kook,” you laugh.

“You know what I mean,” he smiles.

And you do. Seeing Jungkook do something that he enjoys gives you a kind of happiness that you never knew you could feel. He looks so free, so radiant whenever he’s on the field. It’s always been one of the things he liked doing growing up, but somehow you think he felt like playing a role then, too. He was expected to do well in everything, after all, and being able to do this recreationally means he gets to savor the feeling of just being, of just doing.

The pace speeds up this time, and you can’t help but touch yourself as you both go, grinding against each other, the steady yet passionate thrusts enough to let the orgasm build just right.

“Kook,” you moan, as you hold on to his propped up thighs behind you when he starts quickening his movements. “I’m close.”

“I got you, baby,” he grunts. “Scream my name, yeah? I want to hear you scream my name.”

He pairs his pounding with flicks on your clit, and with your eyes locked on his - lustful, desirous - and with his clenched jaw and hooded eyes, you give in, screaming his name like he wants. He comes shortly after you do, bated breaths filling the room now.

He takes you in his arms, cradles you like he wants you all for himself. Like he said, you’re perfect for him; you’re meant for him.

“You looked really happy there earlier,” you mumble, the feeling of sleep closing in on you.

“I was,” he grins. “It’s definitely in the top of games I’ve played, I’d say.”

“Above your championship games?” You turn to him.

“Yeah. I mean, those were a lot of fun. I won’t lie that sometime in high school, a part of me wished you’d come see my games, so I could show off or something, or maybe to know you cared I guess, even if I didn’t really pay attention to you,” he admits. “So now, the fact that you get to be there, watching me, and then hang out with my teammates, and then come home with me and do this? Yeah, that’s tough to beat.”

He chuckles, but you hear the longing in his voice.

“I’m sorry, about never showing up at your games,” you whisper. “I always had Minhyuk and the girls update me, though. They’d even send photos that I insisted I didn’t want but they were nice to see.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he comforts. “I’ve accepted that we were very different people back then. So this whole making new memories thing is good. We get to reminisce how it used to be and smile because we’re together now.”

“Hmm. So there’s still that playground at our village, your estate, my family’s, your family’s ski lodge where 10-year old Kook said I was boring for not joining the beginner’s ski class, the–”

“Those are literally all the places we grew up in,” he chuckles. “Wow, was I really mean to you our entire childhood?”

“You weren’t mean, just… you know, not a fan of mine,” you laugh, kissing his cheek.

“Well, looks like we’ve got an entire lifetime to do all that, huh? Make new memories with our siblings, their kids, maybe our kids, too?”

The thought makes your heart race, and you smile at him who’s looking at you with stars in his eyes. “That sounds great, honey,” you say.

Jungkook makes you tea, prepares your bath, tucks you in bed, and holds you in his arms. His breathing softens, and you know it was a good day.

And as you look at his sleeping form, you know - if there’s anything that being with him has showed you, it’s that whether it’s fears, regrets, insecurities, or overwhelming joy that you both share, you will love each other like it’s all you know, like it’s all there is.

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1. Peter and partner go to see a movie for date night. Things a little handsy in the dark. 2. Peter has the ability to get almost anywhere in NYC. That leaves some unique places for sex to occur. Peter/partner have a check list of all the famous nyc landmarks to fuck on top of. Bonus points if its the statue of liberty lmao. 3. Possessive!Peter "teaches you a lesson" after watching u flirt for another dude for the sole purpose of making him jealous. hope one of these could inspire something!

Oh my gosh, I fell asleep - I’m sorry!! I choose all 3 for this lil sexy moment with Pete lol I apologize if it isn’t the best - I just really wanted to finish it before I left for work <3

Summary: Peter has been slacking lately. Everything has just been so busy with Spiderman lately that he’s been missing things, or forgetting all together. One night when you decide to flirt with another person while on a date to make him jealous, Peter gets possessive and decides to teach you a lesson.

Warnings: smut central under the cut ;) and I didn’t proof read lol that’s the greatest warning of them all.

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Things have been tense lately between you and Peter. He had become almost unattainable because Spiderman had started to take up so much of his time.

No one talks about how strained your relationship can become when you’re boyfriend is an actual superhero. It’s a lot of long nights, missed calls and opportunities in the name of justice and crime-fighting. And you know he loves you, but jeez this has been going on for an entire month.

And your relationship was only four months old - so, that’s really not the best track record.

Peter surprisingly took you to see a movie in the park, hoping to figure out what had gotten into you lately. He noticed you were agitated and short when you would speak, which is out of character for you - you guys normally had riveting conversations that ended in laughter and merriment. But, something had changed. Things had started to get stale between the two of you, so Peter decided to take you on a date.

So, there the two of you sat - an old movie plays on the projector in front of you as you sat in a crowd of people on picnic blankets. Couples cuddled, kissed - hell, someone even got engaged. But you and Pete sat six inches apart from each other while he plays with his thumbs and you stare at the movie screen, not really wanting to even look at him.

You were an hour into the movie when Peter asked you, “what’s wrong, my love?” You let out an aggravated sigh. “Nothing, Peter.”

Peter.

He panicked, you never call him Peter. It’s always either, baby, babe, Pete - hell, even Petey is better than just Peter. Something was definitely wrong.

You shake your head, groaning as you stand, “I’m going to go to the bathroom, I’ll be back.”

A few minutes had passed since you had left for the restroom when Peter spotted you from afar, some guy was talking to you. And you were laughing so loudly. Peter swallows, trying to breathe as he told himself that you probably knew the guy or something.

And then he sees the guy give you his phone, and you take it, quickly typing something and giving it back to him. You nod your head and laugh again, the guy laughs too - hard.

Peter feels anger rise up in him knowing you were flirting with another person right in front of him.

“That’s it,” he stands, stalking over to where you stood. He’s seamless as his large hand wraps around your arm, pulling you away from the conversation as he walks you away from the park, “We’re leaving. Now.”

“What?” You say breathlessly as Peter drags you away. “Why?”

“Because you’re fucking unfaithful,” he grits his teeth, you had never seen Peter like this. But you’re angry, too. You remember how terrible this past month has been and you hiss out, “Well, it’s hard to be faithful to someone that doesn’t show up anymore.”

Peter walks you into a dark alleyway and pushes you against the wall, his brown eyes angry and confused at your words. “Excuse me?”

“Oh what, Peter? Are you upset that I’m fucking lonely?” You ask, sarcastic as you shove him away from you. “You haven’t been around for an entire month and you think taking me to a fucking movie is going to help? That it will magically make me want to stay with you?”

He furrows his brows as he digests your words. He’s upset - no angry. Different emotions wash over his handsome face as he pushed you back against the brick wall of the alleyway. “Is that what you think of me? That’s so fucking selfish of you. I’m trying to stop crime in our community and you’re upset that I’m busy?”

“Fucking yes, Peter. I’m mad as hell,” you’re angry, gritting your teeth with every word. “And-.”

“And you are upset that I haven’t been around for the past month?” He asks even though he knows your answer. “There is a very very bad man out there that I’m trying to track down right now. He kills without remorse. He - he threatened to kill you. So I have to find him, I have to. And now, after this entire month of trying to protect you - you go and flirt with the first tall brute you can find to piss me off? What the fuck is that about?”

“Oh fuck you, Peter,” you hiss. “I’m sorry I’ve never dated a crime fighting hero before and I’m needy! I flirted with that dude because I wanted you to finally pay attention to me!”

“Fuck me?! Fuck you!” He yells, punching the wall beside you. “Whatever! Go flirt with that guy again, I’m sure he’ll be glad to have you!”

“Yeah - just fuck me, Peter! You’re such an asshole. Fuck you!” You yell, walking away from him. You can hear a web shoot and feel it extended around your wrist as Peter pulls you back into his arms. His brown eyes look into yours and he flashes you a smirk, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Before you can react Peter has thrown the two of you onto the roof of the building he had just had you pinned against. “How about instead of fighting I just fuck you senseless? Would that get you to shut the fuck up already? You’re so needy for me I bet that is just what you want. Do you want that? You want me to fuck you?”

You nod, not realizing you had Peter’s shirt in your tightened grip. He smirks, “That’s all you had to say, my needy baby.” Peter wraps his arms around you before he swings you through the city - dropping as he neared the Statue of Liberty.

“Peter, are we allowed to be up here?” You ask, clinging to him as you scanned the city. Gosh, you were high up. Peter walks himself into you, rubbing his erection into your ass to show what you’ve done to him.

“Now be a good girl and take your pants off so I can fuck you,” he whispers in your ear, his hand cupping your breast as you let out a gasp. You take your pants off, the wind hitting your most private parts as Peters hand finds it’s way to the curve of your hip, pulling you into his pelvis. He digs his nose into your neck.

Peter unzips his pants, pulling his warm cock from hiding and sliding it between your asscheeks. “You’re too short, I need to pick you up,” he grunts, picking you up with ease as he slides his precum soaked erection between your legs. You both let out soft moans as he rocks back and forth, gathering both of your juices for between lubrication.

“Are you going to flirt with other people again?” He asks as he slides into you, “Hm?”

You can’t speak as he slides further in, your wall squirming around his cock as he starts to fuck you. “You won’t flirt with anyone because you know that no one else can fuck you like this - yeah? No one else can fuck you whenever they want like I can. No one. You’re mine.”

You moan, feeling yourself beginning to unravel under his touch. “I’m going to cum, Pete.” “Then fucking cum, baby,” he growls as his hot cum shoots inside of you. “Cum for me.”

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Genshin Impact Archons + Travelers Party!

WARNING - ZHONGLI SPOILERS

(Baal, Venti, Zhongli, Aether, Lumine) - (Male Reader)

“Ehe~ Hey Block-head! Look at how much wine I stole from Master Diluc!”

Venti shouted to Zhongli in praise for himself as he looked at the 2 crates of dandelion wine he managed to smuggle.

“Hmmm.. Y/N, do you hear crickets by chance? Or is it just me?”

Zhongli turned his head to Y/N, all while in a thinking pose.

“Hmm.. This dango is quite exquisite, not to mention this… milk that tastes like dango.”

Baal thought out loud as Venti and Zhongli both argued like children.

“DANDELION WINE IS THE BEST! YOU JUST HAVE NO TASTE!!”

“Ugh, this place reeks too much of wine.”

“GO WIND GO! POKEMON WIND I CHOOSE YOU!”

Venti pointed at Zhongli while trying to steal Y/N who was sitting and watching peacefully with Baal, Lumine and Aether.

And how did Venti learn about Pokémon? Simple, Y/N treated the archons like Pokémon whenever he felt like it.

And whenever Venti did follow Y/N’s “orders” (he followed them every time 😶 btw), he always received headpats in return. So in Barbato’s perspective, it was a win-win.

Venti originally wanted to just hug Y/N in front of everyone, but he changed his mind. He instead wanted to steal him and go somewhere else alone together. Fortunately for Y/N, Venti didn’t manage to get far as Zhongli quickly threw a meteorite at him.

While they were making a big fuss, Y/N was also feeding Lumine.

“Ah- Thank you Y/N…”

Lumine spoke shyly while you fed her Tianshu Meat.

One of the reasons of why she spoke shyly, was because Baal noticed the scene in front of her. Baal was intensely staring at Lumine in envy. Lumine could feel herself sweat bullets. Lumine guessed that if Y/N wasn’t here, Baal would’ve instantly pulled out her sword with no hesitation. She was correct. Since Y/N was here, Baal chose a different option.

“C-Could I please be fed some food too? Dango would be preferable.”

“Of course dear.”

Y/N took a dango stick from the table and fed her.

“Thank you, Y/N”

Baal said, blushing a bit.

Ironically enough, Aether didn’t notice the scene of Lumine and Baal getting fed, only focusing on the scene of two archons arguing.

“So uh- are we just gonna ignore them…?”

Aether asked hesitantly.

“Yes my dear. After all, we don’t want to take what little they have left, or as people call it: braincells.”

“HEY!”

Venti shouted offended with blush, while Zhongli just face palmed with pink dusting his cheeks too.

“Pfft-“

Baal quickly covered her mouth with her hands as she giggled lightly with a tint of pink coating her cheeks.

“Ahaha!”

Lumine and Aether smiled slightly while watching the scene. It had been a while since they both were fully relaxed and had a break.

(After everyone ate)

Aether snuck a stare to Y/N, he couldn’t help but admire his looks. Truly, Y/N was too good-looking for his own good. That could already be evidenced by the amount of people who fell in love with Y/N. He couldn’t help but feel a tinge of bitterness in his heart. What if he ended up with someone else other then himself? Aether couldn’t handle the thought of Y/N being with someone else.

Aether stared off into space while the beginning of a argument of the three archons was about to happen.

“I think it is fair this way. Y/N has just arrived in Inazuma. Therefore, he should continue to stay in Inazuma longer.”

“Na-uh! Y/N likes my singing and Mondstadt! He should come with me back to Mondstadt!”

“Honestly, I believe Y/N would rather stay in Liyue with me. I will always protect him in the lands of Liyue.”

“Hmph, unlike you both, my people actually still know that I’m alive. I have armies of samurais, clans, and civilians who are willing to follow my every command since I’m their Shogun.”

Y/N sweat dropped while watching the scene.

Bonus:

1 hour later..

~Lumine~

“Y/N, I need to speak with you.”

Currently, you both were alone in the forest as you volunteered to escort her.

“Yes?”

She stopped in her tracks and turn fully towards you.

“Erm.. I-I have a gift for you.. It’s not much but, I do hope you like it. Take it as a token of my gratitude for inviting me and Aether.”

Lumine reached her hand to a small secret pocket in her dress that no one could notice unless they heard it from Lumine themselves.

She pulled out a flower, an identical one to the one she had in her hair.

You reached your hands to the flower and gently took it, as if it were a fragile being.

“Thank you.. I really appreciate it.”

~Aether~

Currently, you both were alone in the forest as you volunteered to escort him.

“Y/N..”

Aether spoke shyly.

“Yes?”

Aether stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Thank you for inviting me and Lumine, I enjoyed the party.”

“That’s good to hear.”

You responded.

“I want to give you a gift in return. I think you’ll like it.”

“Oh?”

His hands went to a secret pocket that no one could know about unless Aether told them. The pocket was very well hidden.

“I-I searched for these in Liyue.. I made sure they were of very f-fine quality..”

Aether then finally pulled out multiple shiny looking expensive gems that was Cor Lapis.

Aether was panicking a bit on the inside, for goodness sakes he was stuttering in front of his crush!

He reached his hands, holding the Cor Lapis to Y/N.

Y/N took the Cor Lapis out of his hold and held them gently.

Aether blushed a bit, as their hands touched each other’s unintentionally in the process.

“Thank you, Aether.”

~Zhongli~

Currently, you both were alone in the forest as you volunteered to escort him.

“Today was delightful. Thank you for inviting me to this party, Y/N.”

“Of course, you’re welcome.”

“In response to the invitation, I too, have a gift for you.”

“Oh?”

Zhongli summoned a charm that had a geo symbol on it.

“Please accept this, this is a good luck charm for you. If you should have any trouble, this charm will immediately acknowledge it and lend you a helping hand. My power will be there for you whether or not I am on the other half of the world away from you.”

You reached your hands towards his right hand that had the charm, brushing fingers in the process.

He blushed as you looked at the charm more closely in your hands.

Zhongli smiled lightly.

“Thank you, Morax.”

~Venti~

Currently, you both were alone in the forest as you volunteered to escort him.

“Ehe~ Wasn’t it nice today Y/N?”

Venti shouted happily.

“Yes, it was.”

Venti stopped in his tracks and looked at you pouting.

“Awwww c’mon! Don’t give me that small answer!”

You smiled lightly to the point that he couldn’t even see it even if he had a V.I.P. view of your face.

“Anyway~ I have a gift you! I hope you think of me whenever you use and look at it!”

Venti smiled and giggled as he summoned a custom lyre with your favorite colors on it.

Your expression didn’t show it, but you stared at it for a moment in awe.

“Ehe~ May the wind be forever with you!”

“Thank you, Barbatos. May the wind be with you too.”

~Baal~

Currently, you both were alone in the forest as you volunteered to escort her.

“Y/N, shall our bond be with eternity forever.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, and to thank you for the large amount of dango you let me have today.. I have a gift for you in return.”

“It’s nothing much, but I do hope you like it.”

She summoned an piece of wood that you sensed had a lot of her electro element made into it. The piece of wood looks light, wrapped in red clothe neatly that seemed to be stuck to the piece of wood even if you were to try to forcibly pull it off. Kanji could be seen on the “front” of it. The red clothe was like a cape to the wood, except for the space for the kanji to be clearly seen. In some way, it looked like a magical charm of some sort that had an archon’s touch to it.

“This is a charm I give to you. I hope it will bring you good luck. You can also use this to show to my people, they will instantly know to respect you. If they don’t, you can always come to me. I welcome you anytime to Inazuma.”

She reached the charm in her hands to you.

You pulled your hands forward and took the charm carefully. In the process of reaching or it, your dominant hand brushed against Baal’s hands.

Baal smiled flustered, beginning to lose her facade.

“Thank you, Ei.”

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makeste · 3 years

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im honestly scared for whats going to happen next. while i have no doubt that bakugou is the one who knows deku best, this is the first time hes reached out to him for dekus benefit. he understands him but most likely doesnt really know how to communicate with him. what they desperately need is an adult to help talk deku down instead of fighting him, but since most of the adults have proven themselves useless in this, I'm worried whats going to happen.

I meant to reply to this ask sooner, but it didn't really come together that way, so my apologies. the manga itself will probably provide a better answer than this within the next 24 hours, assuming the leaks come out as scheduled.

but in the meantime, I do want to say that I don't think there's any cause for worry here. the Kacchan of the past may have had difficulties communicating with Deku, because he never really understood the why of why Deku was doing things (so even though he's always been fairly good at predicting Deku's actions -- "don't come, Deku" -- he never really understood what was driving him to take those actions). but the Kacchan of the present definitely knows what he's doing imo.

there are two important things to keep in mind here. the first is that we know from past arcs that Katsuki is capable of remarkable insight when it comes to finding the right approach to reach out to someone.

what's notable about this scene from the Remedial arc is the way that he anticipates which approaches are not going to work. he's not the one to come up with the final plan, but he is the one to say to the others, "look, if we don't do this right, the kids are going to react like this, instead of like this." definitely something which I'd say is applicable to the current situation as well.

and the other thing to keep in mind is that if this chapter established anything, it's that Kacchan knows Deku better than anyone else.

he knew exactly how Deku was going to react. honestly we might as well have called this chapter "the nice and accurate prophecies of Kacchan." either that or, "I'm fine," after what is apparently Deku's favorite new mantra.

but anyway, so we've established that Kacchan canonically approaches situations like this with great care and anticipation for how the would-be-rescuee will react, and we've also established that Kacchan can predict Deku's reactions in particular with incredible accuracy. so given that, I think it's reasonable to assume that Kacchan has a plan here, and that there's a reason behind his specific choice of words.

"wow, real inspiring! all hail the mighty inheritor of One for All! but tell us this... are you smiling now?"

"do your worst, you All Might wannabe!!"

and this is the part where I was originally planning on writing out a much longer post, but for various reasons it never really came together. so I'll just try to summarize everything with bullet points instead.

the theme here is "OFA is a cursed power." this is something that has been steadily building up and intensifying for a while now. the past OFA users all died young. AFO drives them all into isolation and misery. the Vestiges think of OFA as a power that "is tasked with destroying AFO." Deku is now the last and only one left who can wield that power. it is a massive burden, and Deku believes that he has to carry that burden alone.

Katsuki knows exactly what is running through Deku's head right now, and has been anticipating this for a while. he read All Might's notebook. he knows what happened to all of the other OFA users. and he knows Deku well enough to understand that he fits right in with that legacy. back during the chapter 284 flashback he was clearly worrying about this exact type of scenario.

fast-forward to chapters 318 and 319. he finally tracks down Deku, and finds him looking like a trash bag that got forced through a paper shredder, surrounded by an angry mob of brainwashed civilians and NOT EVEN FIGHTING BACK AT ALL, go fucking figure. so he basically confirms with a single glance that his fears were well-founded, and that in his absence Deku has made significant progress down the path of being a complete dumbass.

Ochako then tries to reach out to Deku through words, just like Endeavor and All Might did before her, but he predictably responds with the exact same phrase Katsuki knew that he would use -- "I'm fine."

at this point Katsuki has heard all he needed to hear. he knows Deku is not going to listen. he knows that Deku believes that he can't listen, because in Deku's mind he has a responsibility to handle this all on his own, and he's afraid of putting anyone else in danger. Deku is fully embracing the "I must walk this path alone" legacy of OFA, just like All Might before him. and so Katsuki knows two things:

in order to have any hope of reaching Deku, he has to get him to understand that the legacy he's embracing is deeply flawed, and that the path he's on right now is one which ends in death and defeat, just like it did the first seven times.

and second, Deku is going to fight them, because Deku is stubborn like that. and Deku thinks that he's doing this for them. and so in order to reach him, they will have to fight back. that's a done deal.

hence the jeer about OFA, along with the pointed remark about him not smiling. and then two seconds later Deku does of course reveal his intentions to fight, just like Katsuki knew he would. and so Katsuki accepts the challenge, and also throws in a bonus jab about how Deku is perfectly emulating All Might now, just as he always wanted -- except that what he's actually emulating are all of All Might's worst aspects. his insistence on carrying his burdens alone; his reluctance to accept anyone else's help; and of course, his determination to carry on to the bitter end until his body literally breaks down.

and that is not the fate that Katsuki wants for Deku. he needs Deku to see that this is the wrong path. he needs to find a way to break past his stubbornness, just like Deku did for him, and for Todoroki, and for so many others. and so he goes on the attack. because, in the same way that Deku is willing to fight them in order to save them, Katsuki is willing to do and say and fight anything and anyone in order to save Deku -- and that includes Deku himself.

so yeah. he knows what he's doing. and I am absolutely positive that everything he's doing and saying here does serve a purpose. he will find a way to reach him. literally all of his character development has been building to this moment. Deku saved him all those times so that now, when it matters the most, he can save him in return, and he's not going to fail him now.

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omit [demetri + felix volturi]

description: Could you do an imagine where demetri and felix share the same mate or the volturi kinds either one who happens to be bellas older sister or something please your writing is incredible ❤

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masterlist // kofi

The sound of your cellphone ringing had you groaning out loud. It had been ringing nearly nonstop for the past five minutes and the only thing you wanted to do was throw it against the nearest wall.

Your sister, Bella Swan, just would not leave you alone.

Chuckling emerged from the other side of the room and you rolled your eyes at the two men with you. Your mates were not helping the situation at all, considering they found it amusing that your sister still didn’t know about them.

“She’s not going to stop.” Demetri sounded gleeful when he spoke. “You may as well just answer the phone.”

“I told her I would call her after I finished studying.” Bella thought that the only reason you were in Italy in the first place was to finish college. Technically, that was the reason at first, but finding your mates here was an added bonus.

It was too bad that Bella and her boyfriend, Edward, weren’t necessarily fond of Demetri and Felix.

“Take a break.” Felix suggested, standing from his chair to appear by your side at your desk. “You’ve been studying for almost two hours.”

You sighed through your nose, realizing Felix was right, before picking up your phone. You slid to answer it and held it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey.” Bella’s voice sounded through the speakers. “What took you so long?”

“I’ve been studying.” You told her. “I guess I lost track of time.”

“I’ll be glad when you’re done.” Bella’s voice was quiet and you suddenly felt guilty. It had been too long since you’d been home to visit and you were missing your family. “Just a few more months.”

You toyed with the pencil in front of you. “I know.”

The two of you talked for a little while longer, just catching up and making easy conversation. You were careful to avoid talking about Demetri or Felix, still not quite ready for the reaction you knew Bella would have.

“It’s getting late here.” Bella finally sighed. “I should probably go.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.” You promised. “Right after my exam.”

“Good.” Bella said. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.” You murmured before ending the call. You tossed it on your desk as Felix bent to kiss your forehead. Demetri had appeared on the other side of you, gripping your upper arm to pull you up.

When he saw your questioning gaze, he smiled softly. “You need a longer break. Let’s go find something to do.”

You agreed, knowing there was no point in arguing with the vampire. Felix’s hand wrapped around your own while Demetri wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I need to tell her.” You said after a few moments of silence.

“You will in time.” Felix told you. “Go home once you graduate for a few weeks and then tell her when you come back here. There’s not much she or the Cullens’ can do.”

“Doesn’t mean she won’t try.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Demetri’s voice was as fierce as his gaze. “You’re ours. And nothing they do will be able to keep us away.”

You smiled at him, using your free hand to touch his face. He was right after all, Bella nor her boyfriend’s family could keep you from your mates.

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SOFT ABC BENNY

A - Affection (how do they show affection)

Benny ADORES PDA. He always has to have his hands on you somehow. He loves wrapping his arms around your waist and his chin on your head ( if you’re shorter than him) And if you’re taller than Benny, he’ll just stand on his toes to rest his head on your shoulder.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

You’re apart of the supernatural life so you two practically spend every moment with each other. In school and out of school, people can always fine the two of you in each other’s arm. When you guys are spending time apart it’s usually when Benny is with Ethan and you’re with the girls/Rory.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

Like earlier, Benny loves PDA. He especially loves it after a long day fighting monsters, he’ll come up to wrapping his arms around your shoulder and lightly put his body weight on you in a joking manner. That’s your cue to know the boy wants his cuddles. Bennys favorite positions when cuddling is either having your head resting on his chest with your arms around his waist or having his head on your lap so you could play with his hair.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

Benny would overthink everything for your first date. He wanted to make everything just perfect for you. So he enlisted the help of your best friend ( if you want Sarah/Erica/Rory/Or Ethan to be your best friend just ignore the best friend part). Your date would be in his backyard. It would consist of a picnic along with his own outdoor movie theater.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

Benny gets super excited when he sees you at school in the morning, he’ll drop everything to go greet you with a kiss and a pickup line. / Benny is more in awe of you dating him. He couldn’t believe you said yes when he asked you the first time.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

I feel like with Bennys flirty behavior that would be the cause of most of your fights. Benny knows when you're upset when you disappear out of nowhere. Like you’re nowhere to be seen since you’re avoiding him. Benny has to track you down or pay Rory.

G - Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

Benny is definitely more creative for your nicknames “Sweetness, cherry, hot stuff, delicious". Anything to see you blush/ You call Benny names just to tease him by "Benny Boo, Benny Rabbit, Chipmunk, and Sweet Pea"

H - Hi (first time meeting)

The two of you met when you were asked to babysit in place of Sarah when she was "sick". You were making Jane a sandwich and having a debate over Dusk when the bell rang. Ethan was nowhere to be seen so you went to open the door. "Hey, Eth...Woah babe alert.. I mean hey! I'm Benny"

I - Intimacy (how romantic they are)

Benny loves getting you things, like flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Bonus for him since he can practice his magic. he’s also gotten you necklaces and rings. Since you guys are still in high school he usually makes them homemade or gets a summer job.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

Look up the definition of jealously and Benny's photo will be there. Benny isn't jealous of Ethan but he is of Rory since Rory is just as flirty as Benny. Benny tries to hide his jealousy but fails to do so. / When you're jealous, Benny doesn't know if he thinks it's cute or hot. You don't hide your jealously. You'll go right up to Benny and make a snide comment to whoever is grabbing the attention of Benny.

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

If you're shorter than Benny, he'll give you forehead kisses, a peck on the nose, or a smooch on the cheek. If you're taller than him, he likes to give you small neck kisses, press on your hand, or just a plain kiss on the lips. Benny likes to kiss you every moment he can.

L - Love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)

Benny realizes it after he almost dies after Jesse's comeback and was holding him by the neck. You were crying silently as you hid in a locker. The only thing running through his mind was you. he wanted to live the rest of his life with you, he wanted to have kids with you, that’s the only thing he could think of. thankfully, Sarah saved the day and you jumped right into his arms, crying into his chest. he whispers that he loves you over and over again.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

You guys are teenagers let's remember that, you guys definitely talked about it though. The closest you guys got to living together was when your parents were out of town and went to stay with Benny. After college, you guys finally moved in though, rented an apartment together.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

(If you don't kids skip over this one). Benny was super excited when he found the news. He spun you around the room and couldn't stop kissing you. Benny was already coming up with star-wars-themed names for your kid. He used this as an opportunity to practice his magic just in case your child would inherit his powers/ he used them to baby-proof the apartment.

O - Open (how open you are with one another)

Benny is an open book with you. Sometimes he shares a little too much but you don't mind. You guys have this time of the day where you go under any tree you can find and spill your feelings.

P - Photos (what kind of photos you take of them/they take of you)

Benny is a bit paranoid taking photos since the whole evil Benny situation. But before Benny would take pictures of you where you weren't paying attention, smiling at him or intimate photos of course with your consent. / You love taking photos of Benny when he's sleeping or giving you a smooch.

Q - Quirks (what random habits do you have that they love or hate/vice versa)

You have a problem with being careless, most of the time you jump into situations without thinking it which upsets him. Benny loves your quirk of randomly knowing things/ Benny tends to forget things that make date nights difficult which leads to some fights. You love Benny's quirk of puffing up his cheeks when he's in thought.

R - Recovery (how you help them after an injury/vice versa)

Benny freaks out every time but tries to hide it. (not very well ) and does everything in his power to make you comfortable./ If Benny gets injured, you’re his nurse which he’ll take advantage of in his own ways.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

the group usually has to get you two back together after a fight. you take a break from one another, and it’s awkward for the group. Until one of you misses the other and comes back with food/promises.

T- Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

Benny wants your touch all the time. He’s big fan of PDA and always has a hand on you or around you. Usually Benny will come up and gently grab your hand to plant a kiss but if you remove your hand before he gets the chance to, he’ll rest his chin on your head/shoulder and wait.

U- Waking Up With Them

waking up with Benny is the best. he has his arms around you every single time, he somehow manages to pull you into his arms in his sleep when you go to sleep on separate sides of the bed. if you’re still asleep, he just presses kisses to your forehead, trying to wake up a bit more before getting up and starting the day. if you’re up before him, you absolutely love playing with his messy hair and stroking his cheek.

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

Weeks after planning and planning, you and Benny finally take a trip to ( your dream location). Benny wants to visit every corner with you as well as getting a souvenir.

W - Wedding (how they propose/where you get married/honeymoon)

Benny is a nervous wreck when he prepares to ask you. Looking around, stuttering, and tripping. You were beginning to think you were being followed and Benny didn’t want to scare you. You finally asked him what’s up and he grabbed your hands gently to pour his heart out. Benny was scared when no response came out of your mouth but a few minutes later you were covering his face in kisses and saying yes over and over again. You really didn’t have a BIG wedding but it was all your family and friends there.

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

Benny loves your bluntness. He likes it how you tell everyone the truth and you’re not sorry about it.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

Benny tries to hide when he’s tired so he’ll be over exaggerating his emotions but when he’s tired to the point where he can’t hide it he’ll be less clingy and kinda shut off from the group. You can tell he’s tired when he begins to mumble or just stops talking overall.

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

Benny doesn’t care about space. he wants to be as close to you as possible, breathing in your scent and feeling your warmth.

#multifandom imagines #my babysitter's a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitter’s a vampire x reader #benny weir x reader #benny weir imagine #benny weir

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olivia200312 · 3 years

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Prime Missing~ TFP! Optimus x Half-Predacon! Reader *Request*

Requested by the lovely CreatorCat

Plot: Hi there! Could I please request a TFP Optimus x half Cybertronian and half Predacon female Autobot reader? Only Optimus knows she is like that. Her Predacon form is a dragon and her vehicle form is a mustang car (Wildstyle colors from Lego Movie). Her fighting style is dancing (dance fighting, usually coordinated with music only she can hear in her earpiece, unpredictable). It takes place during Beast Wars where they meet Ultra Magnus. Optimus goes missing and the reader is very upset because she has a crush on the Prime.

Ultra Magnus grows a crush on her after seeing her fight in battle. He is concerned she'll get hurt because her style doesn't fall into the protocol and can't be monitored. He forbids her from joining the ranks in battle until she 'shaded up'. The reader is devasted and falls into sort of depression because that she wouldn't be able to dance or fight anymore and that was what she lived for. Optimus returns (finally) to find his crush (the reader) not herself anymore. They have been 'broken' and fight the way that Ultra Magnus saw fit. He's horrified because this wasn't 'his Y/N' and confronted Ultra Magnus. Afterward, Optimus takes the reader aside and confesses and she smiles for the first time in 'forever'. The next battle she's in, she breaks protocol and does her original style of fighting much to everyone's happiness (except Ultra Magnus). She also reveals her Predacon side to protect everyone from the Decepticons and Predaking.

What do you think?

That's a long request ever since I got a request to write a high school version. Lol. So, I read the entire text here and began to think. Do not think it is a bad way. I absolutely love the request but however, I don't like a few things. I'm not familiar with Beast Wars at all. I know only like literally one character and that is Optimal Primal. He is in fact the new Prime in Power of the Primes after Optimus' death. Don't believe me? Watch the 10 episodes or follow the OC book that I'm working on since I'm partnered up with Alita-One and others on Quotev. Furtonaly, I don't like Beast Wars at all since it's different. I also couldn't help but cringe a bit since it's TFP playing in Beast Wars. I remember some clips and scenes where Optimus actually goes missing after the base got exploded and Ultra Magnus appearing. I also remember Predacon's Rising.

Also since I don't like hurting other lovely characters (either rejected or friend-zoned), I made Ultra Magnus different. He'll be not crushing on the reader, but don't worry, he'll get tasted with his own medicine. Revenge will arrive.

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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"Jack, meet Ultra Magnus," Arcee introduced her human partner to the missing commander of the Autobots.

Jack looked shocked as he took a look at Ultra Magnus. He was light blue while Optimus was dark blue. The commander had a strict look on his faceplate. What was his problem? Sure, there was a war still going on because since Cybertron, the home planet of the Cybertronians, including the Autobots, Decepticons, and the Predacons, was dead so the idiotic Decepticons moved the war towards Earth when they discovered that the Autobots had been hiding there. Honestly, Megatron was too evil and stupid for actually settling the war on Earth. Earth! The planet was involved in many wars already, especially WWI and WWII.

But let's get to the point: what's been happening?

Well, the Decepticons discovered where the Autobots had been hiding. Before it got blown up, Optimus ordered everyone to leave the base and a serious warning: don't use the phone to call or send anything. If they do, then the Decepticons can track your signal, which can lead a serious danger. Jack went with Arcee, Miko with Bulkhead, and finally Raf with Bumblebee. Eventually, the base got exploded. Optimus got seriously wounded that Smokescreen found him. He was a smart rookie for hiding him so that Optimus can possibly heal and be safely hidden. Sadly, the damage was too much that Optimus was slowly offlining. He didn't want to leave, especially not Y/N. She was a half-Predacon and half-Cybertronian. She was an Autobot. So, it means that Y/N's carrier or sire was a Predacon while the other was Cybertronian. She was found wounded in a forest by Optimus and he took her to the Autobots base. Poor Y/N... She remembered how scared she was when she was there. I mean, she was wounded, lost on Earth, and didn't know anyone. She lost her creators thanks to the war. She eventually learned fast how to take care of herself.

When Optimus met her, he couldn't help but thought that Y/N was a unique and beautiful femme he'd ever seen. I mean, she was half-Cybertronian and half-Predacon. He had seen full Predacons before like Predaking. Soon, he'll meet Darksteel and Skylynx who were brothers. Y/N had wings and a tail so she was very unique. She was thankful to fly and control her balance more. The human kids loved Y/N. Miko, of course, asked too many questions that at one point, Jack and Raf had to stop her since they noticed when Y/N got uncomfortable and scared.

But anyway, that all happened before the big explosion. Optimus grew in fact closer to Y/N that he was the only one at the base who Y/N trusted. She would stay by his side, help him and ask questions. Optimus gladly helped her whenever she was scared or asked questions. He also found her adorable in secret. He sometimes asked himself about her like her wings for example. Were they sensitive? Maybe they were? He will only know if he touched it. If Y/N ever allowed it.

While Y/N was with the Autobots, it didn't mean that she met everyone. She didn't meet Ultra Magnus at the time. He was a strict commander of the Autobots and was light blue and red. His vehicle was very similar to the Prime. His shoulderplates were weird, kinda. No disrespect. But oh boy, Y/N hated Magnus. When he saw her, he was only coldhearted and strict towards her. Y/N's fighting style was dancing but the commander didn't like it that he forbid her to do so. It was like this:

The Autobots just came back after a fight again with the Decepticons. The fight was brutal this time. Apparently, the Decepticons had a new 'weapon' and it was a full Predacon! It was a male and in fact, the ruler of the race when they went instinct many years ago thanks to Megatron himself. Shockwave managed to bring the king back from the dead. His name was Predaking. He was huge! After all, he was a male and a ruler. Since Y/N was half-Predacon, she actually can't transform. Some Cybertronians who were half-Predacons, couldn't actually transform. Some can, some couldn't. Y/N didn't mind that she couldn't transform. She liked how she looked, even having a Predacon tail and wings.

But everyone was wounded. Y/N fought against the male Predacon himself. Their fight was rough and they bit and clawed. But Y/N managed to trick him by dancing. Fighting was a little bit of dancing if you didn't know. You were moving and using your whole frame. It was exhausting for Y/N, but she won.

Ultra Magnus, however, didn't like her fighting style that he brought her into a private chamber. He closed the door and faced her, with his usual strict expression. "Soldier, I want you to change the style."

Y/N lifted her optical ridge up in confusion. What did the commander mean by that? Her armor? Her outgoing? What was it? "What do you mean?"

"Change your fighting style. Also, I forbid you from ever going to fight with us."

Y/N couldn't believe what she heard. Was he really serious? Was he going to forbid her from going out to fight? But what about Optimus Prime? He still wasn't found! He was missing ever since the big explosion that the Decepticons caused weeks ago. The human kids spread around together with their guardians and they weren't allowed to not use any technology or else the Decepticons will track them down. Jack, stupid enough, used his cellphone to text his mother that he was fine. It was understandable for a kid to text its parent to let them know that they were fine. But when it came to the war between the Autobots and the Decepticons, then it was important to listen to the advice.

Ultra Magnus simply left the private chamber, leaving the poor half-Predacon femme alone.

That's basically how it happened. Ever since that day, Y/N didn't come out a lot from her berthroom. She was very spark broken ever since the strict commander told her those words. He forbid her from searching Optimus, who was still missing at the moment. How could he say that? Y/N cared deeply for Optimus just like the entire team. He was their leader but also someone that would protect others and be willing to sacrifice his life.

Y/N would only recharge all day. She ate and drank of course but it wasn't a lot like she used. Basically, how a normal Cybertronian ate. If you didn't know, humans can die from broken hearts. It was in fact a Broken heart syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome. It was very sad to have that like heart disease. Not only humans can have that syndrome but also Cybertronians, especially the Predacons, full or not. Y/N attracted that syndrome. Everyone says that action speaks louder than words, but words hurt more than actions. Y/N had shortness of breathing and having chassis pains. That was the most common syndrome of heart disease.

Ratchet, the medic of the team wasn't blind at all and was trained to notice signs of any health problems. Since Y/N was showing those signs, he did the tests and diagnosed her with Broken Heart Syndrome or should I say Broken Spark Syndrome? Ratchet kept a close optic on her and made her take medication, especially if she showed signs of chassis pains and shortness of breath.

But meanwhile in the main room of the base...

Ratchet was updating Y/N's health on the Cybertronian computer since it was important for the medics to keep new updates so that they can keep the information. There was actually no standard treatment for the syndrome that Y/N had, but you can survive with medication and as long as you're being careful. Not only do doctors like Ratchet keep updates safe but also dentists as well. Ratchet was mad at Ultra Magnus for saying hurtful words but kept it quiet. It was time that others should watch out for what comes out of their mouths. Words can damage someone and give an illness. He began to ask himself how would Optimus react if he found out about that...

Bumblebee then walked up to Ratchet and beeped a question at him.

Ratchet signed and looked over his shoulderplate. "No, Bumblebee. Y/N is still a little bit weak to come out. I am doing the best I can to help her on track. But her syndrome doesn't have a standard treatment. Just like on humans."

Bumblebee frowned and let out a sad whirl. He saw Y/N as his good friend and cared for her as a friend. He was mad at the commander for saying those words that he nearly attacked her. Didn't the idiotic commander notice at all how much he damaged her? Why was he even doing this?! Just because she was a half-Predacon!? Bumblebee clenched his fists in anger as he started to shake.

Ratchet, being a smart aft medic, noticed it and quickly placed his servo on the scout's shoulderplate. "Easy, Bumblebee." Just as Ratchet wanted to say something further, his computer caught a signal. He quickly went to the device and Bumblebee looked curiously over his shoulderplate.

"Hahaha!" Ratchet began to laugh and clapped his servos happily. That caught everyone's attention as they walked up to him, except Y/N, who was still sadly in her berthroom to rest. She did hear Ratchet's happy laugh, which was confusing, but she didn't bother to check since she felt weak. Ratchet turned around fast with a big smile on his faceplate. "Optimus is alive!"

That caused everyone to cheer happily. Y/N fell asleep at that time. She didn't hear Ratchet's loud voice that said that Optimus was alive and coming soon to the base.

2 hours later~

"Awesome! Optimus is now like 2.0!" Miko happily jumped as she was fascinated by Optimus' new look.

"It's good to have you back, Optimus," Arcee said with a smile.

Everyone was saying how happy they were to see and have Optimus Prime back. The leader was smiling as he listened to everyone with respect. He was happy to see them as well. Even though he was almost offline for good, he thought about others, especially Y/N. But wait, where was she? He saw his friends but not Y/N. He frowned. What happened to her while he was missing? He wondered about her every day. He nearly did join the AllSpark and taking the servo of his mentor, Alpha Trion. The old smart mech understood his student's decision. He even teased Optimus to get the spark of the half-Predacon. He blushed.

Ratchet seem to realize Optimus' frown and he immediately knew that it was about Y/N. He walked up to his leader. "Optimus, I have to speak to you. It's urgent."

Optimus nodded in understanding. Of course, he heard Ratchet's serious tone, which meant that he was deadly serious, especially for being a medic. His job was to take care of others and help if needed. They both went to a private chamber to speak while others stayed. Ultra Magnus, however, got a bad feeling...

Ratchet closed the door and turned to face Optimus. "Optimus, while you were gone, others had a fight against the Decepticons. They had a new 'weapon' it was a full Predacon... a mech. He's named Predaking, the ruler of the Predacons. Y/N fought against him. I must say, I am impressed with her fighting moves. Dancing. Ultra Magnus didn't like her style at all. I saw them going to a private chamber. I learned from Y/N that Magnus forbid her from going out and he forced her to change her style..." He sighed and took a deep breath. "As a result, Y/N has Broken Heart Syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome in humans. But I called it the Broken Spark Syndrome. She has trouble breathing and having chassis pains. I made her take medication."

Optimus couldn't believe what he heard. How could Ultra Magnus do this? He was getting angry. The commander took it too far by his words. He look calmy at Ratchet and nodded. "Thank you for the information old friend. I will speak to commander Ultra Magnus and see Y/N."

Ratchet nodded back and they left the private chamber. Ultra Magnus knew that he was busted. Optimus slowly walked up to the commander, with a disappointed and angry expression on his faceplate. He took the commander to somewhere private and let's just say that Optimus was so stern. He also finally punished the commander for what he said to Y/N. Ratchet was satisfied and mumbled under his breath: "As humans say: 'Get rekt'."

Optimus then walked through the hallway corridors, searching for Y/N's berthroom. Each bot had a nameplate hanging against the door. It was easier for everyone to find each other, except for humans since they were so small. But good that the kids remembered which room was who. They drew small symbols on each door of the bot. Ratchet got a symbol of a doctor, Bumblebee got a bee, Arcee a motorcycle, etc. Y/N had a dragon, even though she couldn't transform into a Predacon.

Optimus knocked on the door gently as he found Y/N's door. After no response, he softly opened the door and peaked in. He smiled softly once he saw Y/N recharging peacefully. But he was still worried about her health after all. He walked to Y/N, closing the door softly to not wake her up. He caressed her helm with his gentle digits and he smiled once he heard her purr. Predacons can purr a lot. Yes, even Optimus can too but not a lot like the Predacons can, even half ones. Optimus continued to caress as he sat down carefully, lifting Y/N's helm and laid it on his lap. For some reason, laps were so comfy. No wonder humans and Cybertronians fall asleep easily, even falling asleep on someone's body. It was so cute when a male slept on top of the female as a couple or friends. Family too. But mostly, females slept on top of the males.

Y/N softly moaned in her sleep as she moved a bit. She felt very comfortable. But that's when she groaned and had trouble breathing. She panted and Optimus got worried. He then noticed the medication on her nightstand. He grabbed it and then Y/N gasped and sat up, her servo on her chassis.

"Easy, Y/N," the familiar deep voice said.

Y/N snapped her helm towards the very familiar deep voice and gasped. it was Optimus! Wait, he was really here?! She was about to say something but Optimus silenced her by cupping her cheekplate, causing her to blush a lot. He helped her take the medication and soon, she breathed normally. But she felt then sleepy again. Optimus noticed it and softly pushed her down. "Recharge, Y/N. Your body needs more rest."

Y/N smiled softly and fell asleep. She can now catch a lot of rest since Optimus was alive and well. She found him more handsome. His new look, now strong body, etc. But she loved his hips, smile, voice, and smirk. As she was sleeping, she felt soft dermas on hers. Optimus was kissing her, just like in the movie Sleeping Beauty.

I apologize if it isn't familiar a lot. I decided to try and make it a little cuter for the fans, especially the ending part.

#optimus prime #transfomers #transformers prime #tfp #tfp optimus prime #fluff #one shot #romance #x reader #reader #x predacon reader #broken heart syndrome #comfort #missing #optimus prime x reader

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shokami · 3 years

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I HATE ALL MEN...

pairing ; megumi fushiguro x reader

word count ; 2.8k

genre ; fluff to angst. established relationship!

warning(s) ; major character death (not descriptive). mentions of blood, injuries. minor spoilers to ep nineteen.

i hate all men, but when he loves me… i feel like i’m floating...

doubling over in laughter, you held your side as you let out several gasps of air. listening to the ridiculous spout of words between itadori and kugisaki, never failed to make you crack a wheeze or two.

your bubbly sounds echoing around the room quickly caught your boyfriend’s attention. those laughs were always capable of making him stop dead in his tracks, all so he could take a mental picture of that moment. your laughter slowly died down as you turned to look over your shoulder, finding fushiguro watching from afar. he looked at you with nothing but fondness in his gaze, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

fushiguro swore that you were the sunshine in human form. that genuine smile, and intoxicating laugh— was exactly what he would expect the sun to appear as. those were also the very things that had made him fall for you so long ago. he never spoke about it, but he was glad that being surrounded by curses, and the constant negativity invading your life, never dulled your happiness. he didn’t know what he would do without such a beaming sunshine.

“you know, i heard that staring isn’t polite.”

basking in your presence, and appearance caused megumi’s mind to momentarily drift off into an abyss of his own thoughts. so much so, that he hadn’t even noticed that you had approached him from across the training room.

“earth to megumi— hello?” you snapped your fingers in front of his face, rolling your eyes at the distant minded boy as his eyes suddenly snapped to yours “hi, yeah. there you are!”

“sorry, i was distracted.” fushiguro said simply, that same soft smile from earlier returning to his face.

to those who didn’t see him the way you did, or even to those who weren’t a part of your immediate friend group— no one saw fushiguro smile. ever. if you had to compare his daily facial expressions to someone, you’d probably say he reminded you of nanami. always straight faced, serious, and ready to get to the point. but his smile was never foreign to you.

despite the assumption to anyone else, a smile or laughter, or sense of joy from megumi was not a rare sight. in fact, it happened more and more than usual. his tormented soul began to lighten up, and feel free once more. some say it was because of you, but that wasn’t a credit you deserved to claim. not when itadori existed, and gave him the friends he deserved.

you were but a mere bonus in his life.

megumi was no stranger in displaying the fact that he fell for you based on your smile, and humor. he would tell you until he was blue in the face, but what he didn’t know was that the sight of that once rare grin is also what had you swooning in a matter of minutes.

leaning up towards his face, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek that quickly became the rosy color of the flowers outside in the garden. he was always so easily flustered, “distracted by what, hm?”

between you and megumi, neither one of you craved public displays of affection. you preferred keeping any acts of shared love just to yourselves, behind closed doors only accompanied by the soft glow of the moon.

that however, never stopped the occasional peck on the cheek, or subtle hand holding.

“what am i ever distracted by?”

“training? cursed techniques? shadow puppets?”

fushiguro snorted, “shadow puppets?”

several more giggles left your throat, sounding just the same as earlier, “yeah! you know, demon dogs… flying owl things—“

“divine dogs, and nue.” he interrupted.

“shadow puppets!”

“... shikigami.” megumi looked at you, quickly shaking his head at your antics and refusal to use his cursed techniques proper titles. “no, to all of those... i was distracted by you.”

you gasped loudly, drawing the attention of yuuji and nobara still standing across the room, “by me?! me oh my! not THE fushiguro megumi being distracted by little ‘ol me!”

yuuji and nobara bursted into a fit of laughter, enjoying the scrowl that crossed megumi’s face. though you loved him indefinitely, there was nothing more you enjoyed doing than bringing him embarrassment from your flare for dramatics.

“you’re worse than gojo, you know that?”

“worse than gojo how?” you jetted your bottom lip out, creating a fake pout.

“annoying. a nuisance. unnecessarily loud,” for what felt like the first time in your relationship, megumi took no care in sharing a moment of affection with you in the public eye as he leaned in to steal a kiss. “and a brat… but i suppose that’s why i love you.”

three words was all it took. three words and suddenly the world froze. you couldn’t see anything beyond megumi, you couldn’t hear your friends gasps’ in the background, and you struggled to exhale the breath stuck in your chest. love?

neither one of you knew love before each other, just like neither one of you dared to drop that damned four letter word until now… love terrified you. how could it not in this life? how could love not make you want to run in the opposite direction, fearing that the moment you loved— something would rip away that serenity.

“you… you love me?”

“i love you, y/n.”

another long pause.

your mind was racing, your heart beat felt like it would pulsate out of your chest at any given moment. why did the temperature skyrocket so suddenly? please don’t faint, you told yourself over and over.

surely, at this rate megumi thought he screwed everything up. did you not love him back? was the feeling not mutual? after months of being with one another, growing close, learning each other inside and out… did he read it all wrong?

“y/n, i’m sorr—“

“i love you too.”

that was the moment everything in this dark and gloomy world suddenly made sense. if you had nobody to love, what was the point of living?

megumi fushiguro may have seen you as the sun, and his never ending happiness… but he didn’t know that he was your reason for becoming that light. he would never understand the joy he brought to your dull world.

when he calls me pretty, i feel like somebody.

why is it always raining? you wondered.

to be fair, you didn’t hate the rain. you enjoyed it at times, and found peace in the sounds that came along with it; but it became a hassle when you’d have to travel across the jujutsu high campus. you cursed them for making the dorms such a distance from classes.

mentally preparing for the journey to your room, you tucked your books away into your bag to shield them from the downpour.

the onslaught of rain grew as you stepped out from the awning that protected you. an earthy smell wafted through your nostrils, filling your senses. the wetness against your skin was freezing, making goosebumps rise with each prick of the harsh rains. seconds ago you dreaded stepping out into the horrific weather, but now you stood perfectly still with your face tilted towards the sky enjoying the refreshingness.

all you could hear was the raging thunder up above, and it made you feel free. no sounds of other students could be heard, no screaming noises from the bustling city of tokyo, no ugly walling from cursed spirits. just the thunder, just your breathing, just the droplets of rain falling against the concrete and rooftops around you.

it was a beautiful moment.

which is why you dropped your bag, spread your arms as far as they could reach, and spun in the violent rainfall. the world slowed down for those few seconds.

“are you crazy?!”

your eyes snapped open as you turned to watch fushiguro rush towards you, an umbrella in hand.

“you’re going to get struck by lightning one of these days,” he picked up your bag and tossed it over his shoulder, before holding the umbrella over both of your bodies. “what the hell are you doing out here?”

smiling up at fushiguro, you stepped out from the umbrella once again with a laugh, “i’m enjoying the rain! enjoy it with me!”

you snatched the umbrella, quickly closing it and tossing it to the ground. letting all of your worries and fears fade away, you yearned to have one moment with megumi that wasn’t ripped away by the darkness of your world… one normal moment.

one normal moment where you were just kids playing in the freezing rain.

expecting him to look annoyed at your antics like usual, you were pleasantly surprised to find him matching your smile and looking at you with nothing but bliss.

“you’re so annoying.”

“and you love me,” you grinned.

“... and i love you.”

fushiguro stepped towards you, encasing his arms around your waist as he picked you up and spun you around in a circle. laughter filled the air, and you felt nothing but joy.

time froze as the two of you basked in your youth, enjoying only the company of one another and the rainstorm. it felt like an eternity before your feet met the ground once more. your hair and clothes were soaked, strands of your own hair felt plastered to your face as you giggled. megumi pushed those strands aside, and replaced them with smothering kisses.

“you look different when your hair is wet,” you told him as you pushed it all out of his eyes.

“and you look just as pretty as ever.”

ever since your relationship with megumi began, he’s slowly come further out of that shell that he placed himself in. seeing him be able to enjoy himself like this… it brought a new type of happiness.

kissing his nose quickly, you looked up at the sky as the rain finally lightened up, “you know, if i didn’t know any better i’d say i’m wearing off on you.”

“is that so?” megumi asked, picking up your bag again along with the umbrella.

“mhm! you’ve let loose more,” you huddled close to him underneath the safety of the umbrella for warmth, “finally taking back your youth.”

megumi chuckled, holding you close. “i guess i have my beautiful sun to thank for that, don’t i?”

even when we fade eventually to nothing...

everything was blurry. there was an ache spreading throughout your body, and it felt as if someone was landing a blow to your rib cage over and over again. there was barely any fight left in you, but you would continue to push forward until someone got to you. surely one of the teachers would find you soon, right? of course they would! gojo must’ve been on his way.

that’s what you thought.

it’s what you desperately wanted to believe, but as the time passed you began to think their fight had just begun. you knew what was happening back at the school, you were there when that special grade stepped out and attacked you and inumaki.

the problem was, everyone knew you weren’t strong enough to fight in that battle. inumaki knew. before you knew it, megumi’s divine dog was shoving you away as inumaki commanded you to run in the opposite direction. damn him.

you wanted to curse him for sending you away with the shikigami, but deep down you knew he was right. there were still lower level curses running around, and they needed to be dealt with… but you didn’t foresee coming face to face with mahito as he made his get away from jujutsu high.

“your friends left you all alone? what a shame.” he spoke with a bubbly laugh, watching the blood trickle down from your hairline.

you wanted to speak, you wanted to charge at him and rip him to shreds for everything he’s done. yet, all you could do was cry out in agony as you fell to your knees. every part of your body felt like it would combust into flames at any given second, you weren’t sure if it was from the pain or the sickening warmth of your blood soaking through your clothes. your eyes became heavier, struggling to focus on the laughing maniac in front of you.

the shikigami shielded you from mahito, a deep growl emitting from its body as it took a stance to protect you. the divine creature had one job, and it was to protect you when he was not with megumi; but you couldn’t stand by and watch another one of his shikigami be destroyed. not for your sake.

“return to megumi.” you reach out, your fingertips barely ghosting over it’s fur.

with a sad whine, the divine dog gave you one last look before disappearing from the air. he was safe, and that is all that mattered. he could protect megumi now, and be far away from the monster you faced.

“that demon dog could’ve been your only chance of survival, y/n!” mahito laughed again, causing you to grimace at the sound.

“divine. dog. you scum,” you made no move to try and stand, nor defend yourself. the wounds in your chest, and side were fatal and crippling. there was nothing left for you to do, other than to accept your fate.

as a jujutsu sorcerer, you are taught to live without regret. to live without fear of death. to accept it, when your time comes… but you were terrified.

what kind of cruel life was this?

this was why you did not want to love fushiguro… because every sweet thing, has a bitter end.

you couldn’t remember when your eyes had closed, or when all of the pain in your body seemed to go numb. all you knew is that when you awoke, mahito was gone. you were face to face with gojo as he carried you away from the scene.

your teacher noticed your eyes drifting open almost immediately. for the first time, you saw him look concerned. he wasn’t smiling, or laughing like usual— he looked like he was in as much pain as you felt.

“gojo…” you coughed, blood quickly filled your lungs and nearly made you collapse at the loss of breath.

“save your energy, yn.”

your eyes slowly shut once more, the willpower to survive was fleeting, “tell him… tell him i love him?”

in a whisper that you barely caught, gojo tried his best to scold you for your shitty goodbye, “you’re not going to die, you’re staying here.”

“protect him, satoru… protect them all.”

they say that when you die, you experience a flashback of your entire life in seconds. that was the worst lie you had ever heard. aside from finally escaping the pain, all you saw was a blinding flash of white and the memory of the very last kiss you ever shared with megumi…

… you will always be my favorite form of loving.

weeks after your funeral, megumi visited your grave every single day. each day, a new flower was brought from the garden of jujutsu high. the garden where he grew the nerve to ask you to be his girlfriend, the garden where you kissed for the very first time, said your first i love you, and danced in the rain as if your youth depended on it.

an array of flowers built up around your grave, and you all swore that before you knew it? megumi and nobara would have their own garden to tend to around you.

you hoped they would, and that it would bring them joy… just as you once had.

staring down at where you laid in the ground, megumi placed down the head of a single lotus flower on the front of your tombstone.

ETERNAL SUN Y/N L/N.

friend. family. student. lover.

cherished by many, adored by all.

in life, or in death, you would always be the eternal sunlight to megumi fushiguro. no matter the consequences to your spirit, you vowed to never leave his side and to always protect him and your friends.

a loyal guardian from the other side. their guide.

your spirit smiled, glancing from megumi’s tear streaked face to the sight of the moon as you placed a hand on his shoulder. being a part of the supernatural world now, fushiguro could sense your presence.

“the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” megumi mumbled to your grave, the rain pouring down around the umbrella you once shared together.

you whispered to the wind, “i can die happy…”

authors note ; this was so fun to write. this is the first thing i’ve written that’s over 1k words and posted. if megumi is ooc, mind your business </3 i’m trying to learn him as a character xoxo

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