#Adonis Creed

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Wicked Fantasies Part 11.1 (MBJ x OC)

A/N: Ummm so welcome backkk! This is 11.1 because there's a second part to this chapter (I know... my self control keeps getting worse lolol) But I hope you enjoy!

TW: grief

“I’m never fucking drinking again,” Raven moaned to herself as she stumbled out of the comforts of bed. She felt like hell, if hell had a truck run over its head a few dozen times. 

Raven generally considered herself an early riser but nothing could pull her out of bed that morning after what was, objectively, the dumbest night of her life. Part of her wished she had had one or two more drinks so she could have officially transitioned into the ‘blackout drunk’ phase. So that she would, at least, be spared the embarrassing memories. But no, every horrible moment of the night from dancing wildly at the bar to Michael saving her was etched into the crevices of her brain with shocking clarity. 

Now, it was after noon and Raven still found herself wanting to be curled under her blanket asleep so she could escape her embarrassment. 

A knock at the door pulled her out of her wallowing self pity. She did not make an attempt to move, expecting Tiffany to answer. However, when the voice of their landlord rang out and her knocking persisted, she quickly slid on her robe to open the door. She decided Mrs. Winters would have to get over the fact that she looked like death reincarnated. 

“Rough night, dear?” 

Raven grimaced for a moment, she did indeed look as terrible as she felt. 

“Something like that,” Raven offered a tight smile, her body slumping against the door. “W-what can I do for you, Mrs. Winters?” 

“Oh I’m just letting everyone know that we had a pipe burst on the floor above. We’ll have folks in and out and you might hear some noise and stuff. But if you see any leaking into your unit, give me a ring?” 

“Of course. Will do. Thanks, have a good one,” Raven tried her best to politely shoo the woman away. However, she lingered. 

“Oh I meant to tell you, that boyfriend of yours is just such a good egg. So kind and polite. Admittedly I haven’t met many famous people,” she laughed. “But you just don’t expect them to have such good manners, you know?” 

Raven stopped. “My boyfriend?? Sorry… When was he here?” 

“He stopped by this morning. Gave me a check for your rent for the rest of your lease. Oh and asked where your mailbox was, said he wanted to drop something in it.” 

Raven was worried her jaw might come completely unhinged as the woman spoke. 

He did what?? 

“Are you alright, dear??” 

“Y-Yea, yea. Just… a bit of a surprise. Thank you.” 

And with that, Raven immediately closed the door, not listening to the elderly woman’s reply. 

“This nigga… I hate him,” she muttered to herself as she slumped against her door. 

Every cell in her body knew that was not true. But she also knew that everything she had told him last night was still accurate. She was too tired to forgive him and not just him… anyone ever again. The world has used up all of her second chances and she did not have it in her heart to be disappointed by him again. The narrative in her brain was so set in stone, she did not think anything he could say or do would make her believe anything else. She could not even make herself go retrieve the note that was apparently waiting for her in her mailbox. 

“Such a coward,” she grumbled as she flopped back into bed. 

She stared at her phone for several minutes, her text thread with Michael open. She wondered what she could even say? Thank you?

She knew any conversations demanding she pay him back or he rescind the money would be moot. Even if she had the mental fortitude to argue with him right now, she would still lose. But she could not just accept it without trying to push back. 

She typed and erased and typed and erased before lamely landing on: 

Raven: You can’t pay my entire rent. I can’t accept that. 

Raven: I don’t want that.

Michael: Yea you can. Told you… gonna show up every day tryin’ to fix us. You just gotta let me.

Raven: Money isn’t gonna fix this, Michael. 

Michael: I know. But it can fix the tangible things I fucked up for you

Michael: So let me fix that for you. 

Raven paused, as a warm sensation filled her, a warmth she had not felt in over a month now. The warmth of being cared for. She had never had someone take care of her without wanting something in return, except Michael. Even when their relationship was built on transactions, he still took care of her without needing or asking for something from her. The book deal, her rent were just the tangible examples of how he had stepped up to right the wrongs he could and she could not deny that those actions meant something, softened something inside her. 

He was doing exactly what he promised he would do the night before. He was fixing what could be, he was showing with his actions that she meant something to him. And yet, that blockade that stopped that belief from taking root was still there, still prohibiting her from believing these actions were anything more than a skilled manipulation. 

He would draw her back in, he would not change, and when he got ready, he would hurt her again. That’s what everyone in her life did. 

Raven: It doesn’t change anything

Michael: I know… didn’t expect it to.

She tossed her phone to the side and grabbed her pillow, screaming into it as her frustration got the better of her. The complex web of conflicting feelings with Michael B. Jordan trapped at its center only continued to grow. She wanted him to let her go, to stop caring and trying and going out of his way for her because that fit into the narrative nailed to the cross of her brain, it would confirm her beliefs and fears. 

But instead he continued to do the things that made her fall in love with him the first time, things that only reignited the dimmed but still existent flame that was her love for him. And she knew she would never get over him if she kept letting that happen, kept letting him in. 

So she did not even respond. Instead, she just closed the thread and tossed her phone to the side. 

“Let him go, Rae,” she demanded to herself. “You don’t deserve him and he doesn’t love you.” She repeated that a few times before it felt real again, before all that had started to soften was once again as solid as a block of ice. 

***

“You look like shit,” Alex moaned as she watched Michael’s makeup artist, Shanta, struggle to make him look less like a living zombie ahead of his Oprah interview. 

They were tucked away in a suite in Oprah's sprawling LA estate. It was difficult to make Michael feel poor but Oprah was certainly one of the few people in the world who could do so. 

“Thanks, appreciate that.” 

“You know I don’t believe in lying to you. Make sure you get those bags under his eyes,” she instructed. “Alright, this is it. Final stretch. Movie’s out and every review is stellar so far. Do this interview, it’ll air this week, Oscars on Sunday and then you can sleep. Though I bet it’s not the schedule keeping you up? Talked to her since the premiere?” 

Michael forced his body not to sag at the mention of Raven as to not disturb the hard work of the woman trying to make him look alive after days of no sleep.  

“She texted me about the rent thing the next morning. But it’s been radio silence ever since.” 

It had only been a few days since the fiasco after the premiere but Michael’s concern for Raven had not diminished one bit. He  could not let her go as she requested but he tried his hardest to respect her desire for space. His heart was stuck in the quicksand that was Raven and he had no desire to pull himself out. He wanted to be right there. He knew eventually he would have to accept defeat, accept that she had moved on. But he could not do it while she still questioned her own deservedness. She could hate him for the rest of his life, it would be her right. But his soul could not allow her to live thinking so lowly of herself. So if he had to pay 30 years of rent or call in favors to make her life easier and make her see that she deserved care and someone to sacrifice for her, he would do it. It was high time someone in her life put her above themselves. 

“Well, at least she talked to you. That’s something. You’re doing what she asked. Sis has lived a life, she needs time and space. Keep doing what you're doing. Except for the no sleep. For the love of God, by the Oscars, please get a good night’s rest. That’s your night.” 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Alex…” 

She scoffed. “You’ve won the big four, Mike. It’s not just because I believe you deserve it… Statistically, Best Actor is yours. The Oscars is your night. Have a little faith in yourself.” 

“I hear you. I just don’t wann-” 

“Excuse me?” A young man poked his head in the door. “Apologies for interrupting. I’m a PA. Just wanted to let you know that we’re almost ready? I can take you out to the garden when you’re ready.” 

“Be right out. Thank you,” Alex called. 

Shanta did her last quick finishing touches before Alex gave him her customary once over. 

“Shanta, my girl, you’re a miracle worker per usual.” 

They both offered Shanta their thanks, Michael rolling his shoulders before heading out the door to walk out to the gardens. 

He had met and interviewed with Oprah once before so he was not particularly nervous. But despite having done millions of interviews, there was always a kernel of nerves right beforehand that he could just never shake. 

He was dressed in slacks and a light black sweater, thankful for a cooler day as he walked out into her expansive gardens where the Oprah Winfrey waited for him. The cameras were already rolling, capturing footage that may or may not make into the hour-long special. 

“The man of the hour!” she called, her arms stretched wide to wrap Michael in a hug. “Actually I think man of the year is more appropriate. Welcome. I can’t tell you how excited I am to have you here.” 

“Thank you, thank you. It’s so good to be here.”

“Have a seat,” she gestured at the very comfy chair across from hers. “And we can jump right in.” 

***

Raven’s head was propped against her fist as she stared at her computer. A sentence. That was the grand total of her hard work for that Wednesday afternoon. But it was something, she supposed. Weeks of hard work had amounted to maybe two or three pages of her book. She had been offering Angelina vague answers on her progress, ducking and dodging her to avoid admitting that there was no way in hell she could have a draft by March 15 like they talked about. 

“Rae? You busy?” 

She turned in her chair toward the door to find Tiffany’s head poking in. 

“Nope… I’ll never be busy again at this rate,” she grumbled. “What’s up?” 

“I just turned on the interview… if you want to watch?” 

Raven scratched her head, unsure if she could even watch him? See him happy and thriving without her? Despite everything happening between them though, she could not pretend there was not a part of her that still wanted to celebrate this moment in his career. Interviewing with Oprah the week he was poised to win his first Oscar? How could she ever forgive herself if she did not watch this? Even if it hurts? 

“I’ll… be there in a sec. Thanks, Tiff.” 

Raven let out a deep sigh before she grabbed the blanket off her bed and dragged herself to the living room. The interview had already started and he looked gorgeous. Tired, she could tell, in the way he constantly had to readjust his posture, in the bags under his eyes that the makeup artist could not quite fully cover. But even at his worst, he looked captivatingly good. 

Raven found herself studying him so intently that she did not even comprehend the words he and Oprah were sharing. She just watched him and his mannerisms, she focused on the glimmer in his eyes that sparked every so often. She missed looking into his eyes, missed how expressive they were.  

This moment only amplified how much she missed him, missed hearing the deep baritone in his voice and the spark in his eyes when he spoke about his passions. She missed his bright and uninhibited laughter, how his hands were always on her in some way. She just missed him. But she had pushed him away, had told him to let her go. And even if he had not fully let go of her yet, she felt too scared to open that door again, even if her soul ached for her to. Particularly when he continued to try to show up for her in small ways. 

And despite how angry she still wanted to be at him, she had never had anyone show up for her quite like this… try for her like he did. And everyday, her brain took up far more mental space than it should have, debating whether she should follow her foolish heart and forgive him or listen to her logical brain and cast him aside. Days passed and she still did not know the answer. 

“So I’ll admit,” Raven’s ears finally started to pick up the conversation between Oprah and Michael, “I watched Waves more times than appropriate. But Gayle and I saw it at Sundance and we both thought it was just the most heartbreaking and poignant look at loss and grief that we had ever seen. While still being engaging and funny and so relatable. The journey your character goes through is just… I mean I think grief is one of the few universal experiences that we all will have at some point. And you really brought that to life through this character and his struggles with addiction. And the fact that you filmed this while engaged in completely different projects with complex characters like Killmonger in Black Panther and Adonis in Creed 3… I’m curious what you pulled from to give that performance?” 

Michael shifted in his seat as he chuckled, Raven had missed how passionate he got about this project, even though he had been talking about it and doing press for it since they first started dating. She knew he had not truly expected the role to blow up in the ways it did but she could tell he was grateful for it, nonetheless. 

“Well first, thank you. Yea aside from Oscar Grant, Andre was the hardest character I’ve ever played and he stretched me as an actor in ways, you know, I didn’t really expect? And I learned so much from him in his sort of journey through grief. You know, when I read the first script, the line ‘grief is the final stage in love’s evolution,’ really stuck out to me. When you lose someone, grief, this enduring pain you feel, is that love shifting and changing because it has nowhere to go, there’s no outlet for it anymore. And so, Andre really reframed my own thoughts on grief and loss and how I process that and allowed me to pull from personal experiences with loss to pour into that character.” 

“Yea I will say, that line was one of my favorites. I sat with that long after the credits rolled.” 

“Yea same. I remember sitting a-and thinking about that one for a while after reading it. And I loved that even in the more comedic moments of this movie, we still had those lines that made you wanna stop and really sit with what the characters were going through.”  

“Definitely, I was dissecting this movie for weeks after. It’s just amazing. So I do want to shift gears to talk about this moment you're experiencing because of this movie. This really is the biggest moment of your career. You’re nominated for your first Oscar and a favorite to win, so far in 2023, you’ve won a SAG Award, Golden Globe, and BAFTA. And you, as of two days ago, just had your directorial debut in Creed 3. First question, how are you still awake?” Both of them shared a laugh. “But serious question, how has this moment felt? How does it feel to be having this moment at this stage of your career?” 

“Oh wow, when you list it like that, I don’t know how I’m awake either,” he chuckled. “But seriously, you know… it’s been a ride. I know you’ve felt this too but you know, you don’t often take a moment to just pause and soak it in. You finish one interview or award show and your mind automatically just jumps to the next one. And I think what I’ve been trying to force myself to do in the later weeks of this insane time is just to slow down and enjoy it. Not rush through it and really enjoy the fruits of… really years of hard work and sacrifice. But that also means sitting with… you know, the challenges of this time too, which isn’t as rewarding,” he admitted with a sad smile. “But I’m growing and learning alot so it’s worth it.” 

Oprah nodded. “You know I always appreciate when people don’t let the 24 hour news cycle and gossip sort of steal their thunder and moment from them. And I applaud you for sort of moving through the more gossipy side of the last few months with grace and maturity. But you haven’t really talked much publicly about those stories and the effect they have had on you. And you don’t have to get into it if you don’t want but I am curious on how you navigated that and really came out on the other side, from what I can see, stronger for it?”

Michael bowed his head and chuckled. “Um… you know a good friend of mine told me that she thought this was the most vulnerable and most genuine I had ever been publicly on this press tour and I think it’s because I’ve had to navigate some really personal stuff during this great but hectic public moment? And that’s new territory for me.” 

“And I think that friend is right. I don’t think we have seen or learned this much about you ever.” 

“Yea and I wish I could take some credit for it but… it was all one person: Raven Turner. And the way we met, now as the world knows, was extremely unconventional and I can admit that our relationship started as a complete lie. A lie I thought would help me be seen as this serious, mature man my team was worried I wasn’t. And I wasn’t,” he admitted. “I was cold and guarded and not at all the best version of myself. And while I regret how we started and trying to fool the world into thinking I’m something I’m not, there isn’t a bone in my body that regrets falling in love with her.” 

He leaned forward a bit as he spoke. “Because all those walls and barriers we build around ourselves to survive in this world of Hollywood? To endure the criticisms and insanity we deal with? She's the first woman to see me. Not the actor and the money and the fame but just me. And in that, she saved me… without trying or intending to. She just loved me and loving her, choosing her is the single greatest decision I ever made. And I hate how this moment has fallen on her, how my terrible decisions led to these pretty disgusting misogynistic attacks on her. And I think my biggest regret is putting someone as pure as her in the line of fire like that and not doing enough to protect her. And you know, I have to live with that, which is tough.” 

“You know I’ve interviewed thousands of people in my career and while I believe you have to change for yourself and on your own, I also have found that the ones who love us, really love us, are often the most powerful catalysts for change in our lives. I’ve certainly seen and experienced that in my own life and it’s important to spotlight those who were that catalyst.” 

“Oh 100%. Especially when, I think this version of me was always there? I was just too hurt to trust anyone with it, so no one saw it. I buried me under this facade I thought was better? But I fell in love with a woman who taught me that you can’t be guarded, you can’t shut down just because you’re hurt. Life is about getting up every day, being authentically you, and reaching out and loving and risking your heart every time. And sometimes you’ll get swatted away and sometimes you’ll get an embrace. But you just deny yourself love when you don’t show up at all. So I’ve been trying to live by that more lately. Because she showed me what real strength and courage looks like. And I want to have that, I want to lead with that.” 

“Wow… you know people are going to watch this and I think, applaud that vulnerability. It’s refreshing to me because I don’t think our world incentivizes or encourages people to admit when they aren’t being their best selves. So I think for you to do that, at a moment when you’re at the top of your game, is commendable.” 

“She deserves to know the positive effect she’s had on my life. To be celebrated for how she supported me. And you know it’s not just me? When we first started dating, I remember her one stipulation was that we couldn’t go out on Wednesday evenings because she hosted a book club for kids at the library she worked at. And that was the most important thing to her, being there for them. The day of our first date, she spent an hour delivering books and SAT prep books to those same kids she worked just because. There’s just a selflessness to her that is truly admirable. And I think while people are attacking her and calling her these vile names because she made a certain choice during a hard time, they should know who she really is. A woman that would drop everything to help you even when you don’t really deserve it. A woman who I’ve seen give others all she had because they needed it more even when she did not have a backup plan for herself. I could honestly talk about her for the rest of this interview because she deserves celebration far more than I ever could. Genuinely good people don’t always get the shine they deserve, they don’t always get the love and care they deserve because we can often take them for granted. But no one deserves to be celebrated more than her, to be celebrated loudly more than she does.” 

“I love that… she seems like quite the woman.” 

“She is… and I hope she knows that.” 

“So tell me about…” 

The words faded away as his words tumbled through Raven’s head. They clashed jarringly against every belief she had internalized about herself, like metal against metal. But she found herself wanting to believe him. Believe the words a section of the world just heard. She wanted to believe that what he saw in her, even over the course of six months, was who she truly was. Not this broken, damaged scapegoat life had fashioned her into. 

There has to be more than this, right? 

Tiffany nudged her with a box of tissues in her hand. Raven had not even realized she was crying but she accepted them gratefully. 

“Don’t know how I still have tears over this man left,” she whispered as she wiped her eyes. 

“I don’t think those tears are because of him, sis.” 

Raven sniffled and grabbed another tissue. “You m-might be onto something. I can’t watch anymore. Night, Tiffany.” 

However, before she reached her bedroom, she heard Tiffany call her name. 

“I know what he did… sucks. And hurts. But that’s a man who loves you, Rae. More than anything. After that? The only person in the world who still won’t believe it is you.”

She turned around to face her, the back of her hand wiping away a few more stray tears. “You know he said the same thing?” 

“Well, I generally don’t think actors are that smart,” Tiffany admitted with a laugh. “But he’s right about that. You deserve to believe good things about yourself, we all do.”

“Nothing good has ever lasted… I always ruin it somehow. I tried to believe I deserved him and life proved that I didn’t,” she answered, her voice small. “D-Don’t have it in me to try again.” 

“Raven… I know we aren’t best friends or anything. But how many times have I watched you forgiven your dad and sister? Let them back in, try to make things right with them? Try to build the family you want?” 

“Too many…” 

“Right… So why does Michael only get one shot when you found the strength to give them 100? When he’s the one actually showing up for you? He’s the one who actually is trying to earn another chance?”  

“It’s not that simple and you know it.” 

“I know that the only person denying you happiness right now… is you. You push away the good people and things in your life because you feel like you don’t deserve it but no one would be here if you didn’t. Michael, the kids in your book club… me. I don’t keep signing leases with you because you’re a terrible person who ruins everything, no one has a gun to our heads, Rae. We’re here because you do deserve it.” 

“Tiff…” 

“Nope, shut up. This pity party is getting old and tired. It doesn’t matter what I think of you… or what Michael thinks or anyone out there.” She gestured toward the window. “All that matters is the narrative you’ve created and until you decide to believe something else, all you’re going to do is push people away and fuck up and self sabotage because it’s all you think you deserve. You gotta wake up and do some fucking work, girl. Cause until you figure out how to erase this narrative from your brain, you’ll never be happy. And you’ll never fall in love with anyone except for someone who treats you like crap. You’ll never build your own family. You’ll never finish your book or have another fulfilling career. You’ll just be stuck in this broken version of yourself alone… forever. And I’ve seen a few different versions of you over the last two years but this is by far the most pitiful.”

Raven had never heard Tiffany be so blunt. The words were biting but she could not deny that some of them rang true in her ears. And that was always the hardest information to hear. 

“Damn… tell me how you really feel.” 

“The soft gentle love wasn’t resonating clearly so had to go with a different tactic…. Just think about it. And once you fix all this shit and move to a mansion in the hills, don’t forget about me.” She winked at her, causing Raven’s jaw to drop slightly. 

“How do you even know that’s gonna happen?” 

She shrugged and grabbed the remote to press play, Raven not even noticing that she paused it.

“Just got a good feeling about the two of you. Now go so I can lust after him in peace while he's still single. Kidding! Kinda..."

Raven let out a small laugh as she shook her head. "I know you're not kidding. Night, Tiff.” 

She slid into her bed, her only refuge of late, and stared at the ceiling. She was surprised she was not tired of looking at it by now. Michael and Tiffany’s words wrestled with her own thoughts for hours

What was her problem, really? It was not that what Michael did was unforgivable because it wasn’t. Some distant part of her, too quiet to break through the noise of her anger, always wondered if there was more to the story, believed that he had to have had some reason. But she was too angry to allow him to explain. It just became vicious ammunition that no one could ever love her or care about her… that she was the problem. 

Well, that’s true… no one’s ever loved you. And everyone who does leaves. 

She supposed her mother must have loved her, but she would never know. She would never feel it. And her grandmother’s love was so distant, so long ago, that it no longer felt tangible, was no longer a tether to anchor her self worth to something positive.

Instead, the only thing that tethered her sense of self worth to anything was her family’s disdain. Disdain that made her question what Michael could’ve seen in her, how he could ever love someone like her? That disdain which made it far easier to believe that what he did was proof that he did not love her than that he possibly did do it to protect her in some weird way. No other thought could live long enough in her brain to take hold. 

And she did not know if doing what Tiffany suggested would fix that. There was not enough time in the world for her muster the courage to interrogate and confront the source of these feelings. She had hoped she would never have to see her family again. Some days, never felt like too soon.

But she knew she could not avoid it. They were the root cause, the narrative in her head was fueled and sustained by them. And screaming at them across the Thanksgiving table and never speaking to them again was not the closure she needed. She thought she had dropped the weight that was her family when she cut them off. But she was still dragging all the luggage they gave her around and it was time to give it back. 

She knew her family did not want to see her either, knew it would be difficult to get them to even speak to her after everything. But she knew she had to try… because she knew there had to be more to life than this. That she had not been born to only suffer through life instead of live it. So she needed to confront her demons for herself, even if her relationship with them did not change one bit.  

She grabbed her computer and her wallet. It was time to go home.

***

Raven’s eyes remained trained on her dad’s house across the street as she sat in her rental car. She was almost shocked that none of her family’s nosy neighbors had not called the police yet as she sat there for nearly an hour, summoning the courage to actually go inside. 

She had felt so sure this was what she needed when she bought her plane ticket. And that confidence did not waver when she stepped onto the plane or during the long journey from LAX to Charlotte, NC. However, once she was in her rental car, she found herself waffling, aimlessly driving around for hours. Her brain seemed unable to direct her to the place she knew she needed to go. Home. 

She just could not make herself do it… not yet anyway. So she did not. Instead, she finally went to her hotel to try to get some rest and her night’s rest turned into the entire Friday holed up in her hotel. She had not booked a return ticket, prayerful and hopeful that there would be a reason to stick around for a few days. But that also meant she did not have the incentive of time to make her move faster. 

But she could not even make herself do this. Because she did not know how to be brave like this. Her life had been nothing but running from pain and confrontation. This was so contrary to that. She did not know how to do any of this. She tossed and turned all night, unable to get any sleep particularly when there was only one person who she wanted to talk to, wanted to seek courage and strength from. Because when she felt scared, when she did not feel strong, he was the only person she wanted to reach for. But she was not sure he would even answer. She had pushed him away, told him she needed space. 

But she had not felt like she could do this alone. So last night, she called him. 

“Rae! Everything ok?” he asked immediately, his question met with silence. 

Raven did not know what to say and regret filled her like ice water in her veins. But she knew it was too late to hang up, she had to see it through. She paid for that moment of weakness when she hit the call button as her throat closed at the sound of her voice. She found it impossible to speak, even if she knew what words to say.  

“I’ll wait until you’re ready, Rae. Got all night for you.” 

And she knew he was not just talking about waiting for her to speak. 

“Why?” she whispered, the simple word coming out in a strangled sound as she tried to push past the tightness in her throat. 

“Why what?” 

“Why even answer after everything I said to you? W-why do you keep trying?” 

“Because I love you,” he answered simply. “And you’re worth it. I’ll keep reaching out, baby girl. Even when you swat me away.” 

“You might be the only person who thinks that,” she whispered back as a tear fell. 

“I don’t think that’s true. But even if it was, knowing one person is in your corner is all you need sometimes.”

She laughed lightly. “That press tour got you only speaking in motivational boxing terms or something?” 

His deep laughter filled her ears and filled her soul with such joy that she had forgotten. She had forgotten what these moments felt like, the two of them on the phone or curled up together in bed, just talking. She missed it… she missed him. But she could not say it, could not bring herself to pull her body out of the water to make that long trek back up the cliff to where he waited for her. Everything in her brain screamed at her that she couldn’t do it, that she did not have it in her. And she hated herself for it. Hated how she clung to the ice barriers around her heart, even though they were utterly fractured and ready to fall. She just was not ready yet. 

She let out a shuddering breath as she hastily wiped away her falling tears. “I… don’t know why I called. I s-shouldn’t have called.”

“Call me anytime, Rae. I’ll always answer. I’ll always show up for you. I hope you know that… at least.” 

“Y-Yea… I think I do… or at least, it’s getting harder to deny it,” she revealed. “Your interview with Oprah… it was really good,” she offered lamely. 

“You watched??” she could hear the surprise in his voice. 

“Yea… I almost didn’t,” she admitted. “But I caught most of it. Did you mean it? Everything you said?” 

“Every single word.” There was no arguing with the definitive tone in his voice. “I get that you don’t trust me anymore. I lied and kept secrets. But one thing I never lied about is how much I love you.”  

Her eyes clenched shut for a moment. That was one thing he had always been consistent about, her ears had just been perpetually shut to it. 

“I… um… I gotta go. Early day tomorrow,” she lied as she sniffled. “I’m sorry for bothering you. Bye, Michael.” 

She was not sure what she had expected to get from that call and, at first, it felt as if she only got a firm kick in the heart for it. But for the first time since she landed, Raven had enough strength to finally drive to her family’s house. She had rolled her eyes at his boxing motivational quotes but hearing someone say they were in her corner, that had given her courage. To just feel like someone was behind her, even if she was alone, that meant something to her. 

She took a deep breath and got out of her car, forcing her legs to carry her to the front door. 

Her rounds of knocks went unanswered, Raven getting slightly frustrated but determined not to leave the porch. If she turned around and walked away, she’d never come back. 

After an extremely brief internal debate, she decided to simply let herself in, deciding that since she contributed to the mortgage, she had a right to come in as she pleased. And her father still, foolishly, kept a spare key underneath the welcome mat.

Though she had not been to her family’s home in two years or so, it still looked the same. Her father’s favorite work boots were thrown haphazardly at the door, several pairs of her sister’s shoes lined up next to them. She was an utter mess but she was, at least, somewhat neat. And it still felt… cold. And it had nothing to do with the cold winter east coast weather. The house had always felt like that, void of warmth and love that made a home a home. 

“Kiara?” she called out. “Dad?” However, she was met with utter silence. 

Part of her supposed she was thankful they were not home and that they had not just ignored her or something. She stood in the living room, staring around the room at the pictures that lined the walls and shelves. So many of her mom, her dad, and Kiara but there were none of her. That was not a surprise, it had always been that way. But that did not make it sting any less. All they had ever wanted was to erase her from their lives and if a stranger walked into this house, it would be as if she never existed.

She started up the stairs, her eyes refusing to linger long on any of the photos there. They were all lies anyway, a picture perfect family that did not exist because she had been born. She decided to ascend to the attic once she made it upstairs. Because that was where all her grandmother’s and some of her own things now lived. She had never really gone through her grandmother’s things after she passed, no one aside from her dad to pack them up. But she knew there was so much of their lives, so many memories she had forgotten of the one person who loved her, forgotten in those boxes that she now desperately needed to remember. 

She ignored how narrow the opening to the attic was, realizing that it had been easier to maneuver up here when she was a young teenager. Everything was still neatly packed away as if her grandmother would be back one day to pick it up. 

She started to open each box, pulling out and examining her grandmother’s things, so many beautiful things forgotten in this attic no one went into. For the first time in nearly two decades, she felt close to the only maternal figure she had ever had, felt like her grandmother’s hand was on her shoulder as she reminisced on their short but well-lived time together. 

She found the old costume jewelry her grandmother used to let her play with, laughing to herself as she thought back to dressing up in front of her vanity mirror pretending to be a model or whatever silly idea the pair had thought up. She almost cried as she found a very crumpled piece of paper with the last story she gave her grandmother to read before she died, a random short story that she had written for class. She had not realized, as she found a folder, just how many of her stories her grandmother had kept. 

A gold glint caught her attention, Raven reaching into a giant box to find a shoe box. Raven had seen that box 100 times but her grandmother had never let her touch it, claiming that it held priceless family heirlooms that she did not want Raven or Kiara to mess up. Raven rolled her eyes that something her grandmother had valued so much had been discarded and forgotten haphazardly at the bottom of this box. 

Finally giving into her childhood curiosity, she opened it. It was still filled with things, part of her thankful that Kiara had never found it. The jewelry and pieces in it were gorgeous and indeed priceless. She took her time as she examined each one, wondering if they had belonged to her mother or her grandmother or some other relative she never met. However, it was what existed underneath the jewelry that caught her eye: piles of tied up envelopes, one with her name on it and one with Kiara’s. 

The handwriting was not her grandmother’s, which made Raven even more curious. 

She pulled out the stack with her name on it and undid the thin ribbon that tied them together. There were ten letters there in total, each one with a different note scribbled on the envelope. 

To Raven on your 18th birthday 

To Raven on high school graduation 

To Raven after your first love 

To Raven after your first heartbreak

To Raven on college graduation 

To Raven on your wedding day 

She only had to flip through a few of them to realize who they were from. Her mom. 

“You’re killing me,” she muttered to the sky, unsure if she was speaking to God, her grandmother, her mother or all three. 

Her hands trembled slightly as she ripped open the one on top, addressed to her on her 18th birthday. These were some of the only words her mother would get to say to her, she did not care how long ago she should have read it. She would savor each one. 

To my sweet darling girl, 

If you are reading this, it means that I am not physically there with you on your birthday. It means that I’ve missed 18 birthdays and too many milestones to write a letter for and for that, I am sorry. You might be wondering why there is not a letter for all those milestones and birthdays that have taken place but this felt like the best place to start and the appropriate age for reading the musings of a dying woman. If there’s even such a thing.

We learned your gender today. Another sweet girl. If the doctor somehow got it wrong, these letters will be incredibly awkward. But I know they are right. Because you, my darling girl, are the manifestation of my wildest dreams. I dreamed of you almost a year ago, this beautiful girl with half my face but all of my spirit and personality. And every night since then, I prayed, begged God to make that dream a reality… no matter the cost. And he did. 

I know my body is not strong enough to be your mother, to be around to be the mother someone as brilliant as you will deserve. But I hope you know that deciding to have you and keep you, regardless of the risks, is the single greatest decision I ever made. You were not an accident or a misfortune given to me. You are my dreams. And if my last moments on this earth are spent looking at you, it will have been worth it. 

I waited until 18 to start these letters because I worried a child could never understand the choice I made. And you may still not. And if you resent me for leaving you before you could know me, I understand that too. But I hope that through these letters, you will get to know me. And you will feel some semblance of the immense love I have for you. 

I don’t have much advice because you’ve likely heard it all at this point. But the two most important things I can tell you, that I wish someone had told 18 year old me, is to know that failure is part of the journey. Your grandmother used to always tell me to keep reaching out your hand even if it doesn’t work. I didn’t really understand it soon enough but I hope you do. Life is about risks and if you don’t reach out your hand out of fear, you’ll protect yourself from pain but you will also miss out on the gifts God is trying to hand you. As a daughter, I hated to admit it, but mama was right about that… and so many other things. 

And finally, more importantly than anything else I could offer you in these letters, please remember every day that you are so, so loved. 

Know that regardless of what happened to me, I loved you with every fiber of my being until my last breath. Know that you were a gift from God. And every day you venture out into this world, know that you are worthy of so much because you were so loved from the moment you were dreamed up. Do not let anyone or whatever will happen to you in what I pray is a long, rich, happy life diminish that light, diminish your worth. I know how special you are and I don’t even know your name yet. And while I hope that your father and grandmother will affirm you daily, you don’t need other people to tell you that you are special. You have to know it for yourself. That’s the most important advice I can give you. Know who you are and your worth and take up as much space in this world as you want. And as long as you never forget how special you are… how deserving you are, you’ll move through this world shining bright. And the world will be forced to know it too and move to give you what you deserve. It’s not much and a bit cliche perhaps but I’ve been torn down enough to know that sometimes we all need the reminder. But those are stories for another letter. 

By the time I write my next letter, I promise I will have picked out a name for you. I read a book the other day where the main character was named Raven… I had not thought of it before but I like it. 

Happy Birthday. 

Love, 

Mom

The river of tears streaming down Raven’s face splashed against the slanted handwriting on the page, Raven quickly whisking them away so the words would remain legible. Raven did not even know how long she sat there staring at the words on the page, her heart bursting with the knowledge that her mother’s hand had touched this very paper, that she had poured her heart and soul into every word etched into it. 

It was like proof she had been real and not this entity Raven had conjured up in her head. Raven could not stop herself from ripping open all the ones that she should have gotten along the way. The one for her first love and the separate one on heartbreak were four pages each, and Raven did not pay attention to the clock as she absorbed each and every word. 

Everything she had learned about her mother had been through her grandmother and she had always wondered if her grandmother told her things just to make her feel better. But she realized that her grandmother had been telling the truth, she and her mother were so much alike. She found herself nodding and laughing along to her mother’s stories and wisdom embedded in all those pages. She was a prolific storyteller too and an amazing writer, another trait Raven realized she must have inherited from her.

For the first time in 30 years, Raven did not feel weighed down by this unbearable guilt. She felt lighter than she had ever been in her entire life. Perhaps this was what God wanted her to find here, not a confrontation with her family, but these words. This tangible proof that her mother had chosen her, wanted her… loved her and that she had not ruined anything at all. 

Her mother would not have wanted her to carry such guilt around for so long because there was nothing to be guilty about. 

The letters were scattered across the attic floor when she heard the faint sound of their garage opening. She quickly folded up all of her letters and stuffed them back into the box, tucking it under her arm as she climbed out of the attic. She did not make much noise as she closed up the attic, just as she heard her father and sister close the garage door and enter the kitchen. 

Their voices drifted up to her ears as she started to climb down the stairs, deciding that she might as well get the pure unpleasantness of this moment over with. 

“Wait… you hear that? Is someone in the house??” she heard her sister ask, knowing that they both could hear her footsteps against the old floorboards. 

“Don’t get your gun,” she called out as she started down the stairs. “It’s just me.” 

She was greeted with less-than-welcoming expressions from her family, such disdain that it made her want to scurry away. But she did not. She had done enough of that in her life.

“Adding breaking and entering to your criminal activity, now?” 

Raven scoffed as she placed the box on the kitchen counter that stood between her and her family. 

“Don’t think you can break into a house you helped pay for?” she answered coolly. “And I’m not the one with a mug shot here if I remember correctly.” 

“No you’re just the one who sold her cheap ass for a quick buck.” 

Raven shook her head, opening and closing her mouth for a few moments as she tried to find the words. 

“Yea I did… And I’m not proud of it,” Raven admitted. “But I won’t let you or anyone shame me for doing what I needed to do to survive. What helped the two of you survive too.” Raven scratched her head, realizing that trying to get closure from her family was unnecessary. Her mother’s words had given her all the closure she had ever needed. That’s what she had come home for. 

“You know, I got a plane ready to rip you both a new one for 30 years of abuse and torture. To try to force you to admit that I’m not the villain you made me to be. But… I don’t need that anymore. Because the cross of guilt and shame you two forced onto my back for all these years isn’t one I should have to carry. But I did because I thought it was the only way to keep you two around. And even without you two in my life, I still drag that cross around because I thought I deserved it. But I realized today, way too late, that I don’t need a damn thing from either of you to put it down.” 

“So you came here to what? To chastise us and steal?” her father asked, gesturing toward the box on the counter. 

“You can’t steal things that belong to you. These are letters mom wrote to me,” she lifted the open letters out before sliding the unopened pile to her sister. “And to you.” 

“Your mother wrote these?” he asked, his jaw tensing as he looked down at the stack. 

“Yeah, she did. You’ll enjoy yours… she was a really good storyteller,” she glanced at Kiara. “These letters just told me something I should’ve realized long before Thanksgiving. That cross? That guilt? It isn’t mine. And I am done wasting my life trying to rectify the mistake of being born. Because it wasn’t a mistake. She chose me… prayed for a second daughter knowing the cost and she decided it was worth it. And hearing her say that? That’s all I need to know that I deserve so much more than this… so much more than you.” She took a deep breath. “Being a grieving husband isn’t an excuse to be a terrible father and I’ll just be grateful I found some way to survive you and this. And jealousy doesn’t give you the right to be a shitty sister.” 

“What the fuck do I have to be jealous of??” 

“I always wondered that. But reading those letters… I finally got it. Because even as a failed author and prostitute, I’m everything she was. Grandma used to always say I had her personality… her talent. I always thought she was lying to make me feel better. But you knew she wasn’t and you could never stand it. Couldn’t stand that I was more like her than you.” For the first time, her sister was speechless. A good look on her in Raven’s opinion. “Mom wanted so much better for me than this and I’m gonna go and find it. Because I’ve wasted too much energy trying to earn the love of people who don’t deserve it. So if you want to go to your graves hating me, making me the scapegoat for every problem in your miserable lives, have at it. But know that I don’t hate you even after all this. I won’t be weighed down anymore by any feelings toward either of you ever again. You aren’t worth it.”

Raven pulled herself to full height and rolled her shoulder back as she scooped up the box and folder she had taken from her grandmother’s stuff. 

“Now I’m gonna go and have that long… rich and happy life mom wanted for me. And I hope you two do the same.” 

She did not look behind her as she walked away, a soft smile on her face as she walked out of her family’s house for the last time.

She let out a long laugh as she sat in her car, so much of the weight she had been carrying around gone. It did not feel sad like when she cut off her family at Thanksgiving. She finally felt as if she had cut the anchor away and she could float away, she could move forward and heal all the broken pieces of herself that they had gleefully chipped away at. 

When she got back to her hotel room, she just kept rereading her mom’s words. She would memorize each letter at this point. A part of her desperately wanted to open the other ones but she had not reached those milestones just yet so she left them where they were. For some reason, she worried her mother would disapprove of her breaking into them early. 

One line of five letters she read and reread stuck to her bones above all else. And of course, as if her mother had known, it was embedded in the letter for her first love. Love… the thing that had cracked her wide open and brought her to this moment in the first place.

You’d be surprised to know that this was the hardest of the letters to write. Because everyone has some prolific idea of what love is and feels like. And I realized I don’t… because I don’t think I’ve ever experienced the love I pray you are as you read this. That’s not to say I don’t love your father, I do. But I want something different than convenience for you. I hope that the love you feel is safe, allows you to feel the full spectrum of what it means to be human - strong and vulnerable, insecure and confident, boisterous and timid. I hope it feels like stepping out of the cold air and into a warm embrace. I hope it is loud and unapologetic because you deserve nothing less. And I hope it makes you feel so enraptured that everything else in the world goes quiet. And lastly, I hope, more than anything, that it feels like home. That when you’re in this person’s embrace, you feel as if your soul finally landed right where it is supposed to be. 

Her eyes scanned that passage over and over again, realizing that she had found the exact love her mother described. She had come back here thinking she was coming home. But this wasn’t home at all. Home was where he was. And he was back in LA, about to prepare for the biggest night of his life in 24 hours. And regardless of whatever trust needed to be rebuilt and conversations needed to be had, she could not allow herself to miss it. She could not allow herself to not show up for him.

Raven scrambled to find her phone as it was hidden beneath sheets of paper. She scrolled through, praying she had not deleted a long forgotten group thread that housed one number she had once thought she would never need but now was the most important phone number in the world. 

She almost shouted praises to God when she found it, clicking the call button on the unsaved number. She paced up and down beside her bed as every agonizing ring dragged on. 

“Didn’t think I’d see your name pop up on my phone ever again.” 

Raven let out a sigh of relief as her voice filled her ears. “I know… me either. But I need a favor.” 

“Does it involve a certain award show tomorrow night?” 

“Yes. Is it too late?” 

“Yea it is.” she knew Alex could hear the tiny sigh of sadness she let out. “For anyone but me. I’ve earned enough favors around here to create a miracle or two.”

“Really?? Cause I need like more than one or two miracles… a dress, hair, makeup… hell a flight from Charlotte to make it back in time. Without him knowing?”

“Consider all of it done. Hope you don’t mind getting up at the ass crack of dawn though.” Alex asked, Raven hearing the smile in her tone. 

“For him… I’ll get up anytime.” 

“Good. Then I'll take care of everything... I'll have to tell his mom but she'll love this. And probably be happy as hell that she doesn't have to go anymore. I'll text you details in an hour."

"An hour?? That's all you need??"

"You're new here so I'm gonna choose to not be offended by that."  

"Noted." She was about to hang up when she stopped herself. “Hey… Alex? Thank you.” 

“Don’t mention it. Seriously. Just make sure your ass is on that plane and in LAX tomorrow when Allen picks you up, got it?” 

Raven chuckled. “Yea I got it. See you tomorrow.”

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A/N: So now will y'all stop yelling at me LOLOL our good sis is going back to her man! We love to see it! How surprised do we think Michael's going to be? Part 11.2 will be the Oscars! Drop a comment and let me know what you thought! And as always, thanks for reading!

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[melaninpov]

Michael B. Jordan aka Daddy

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[henneseyhoe]

Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby.

Adonis x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: postpartum depression mentions, other baby related stuff

SUMMARY: Adonis trying to be as helpful as he can, but the reader finds it a bit overwhelming while dealing with postpartum depression.

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“Pacifiers?”

“Check”

“Burping cloth?”

“Check”

“Bibs?”

“Check. Babe, we have everything. I promise” I chuckle, watching Adonis go through a list of baby necessities on his phone, while trying to calm the whining boy in his arms, the man being adamant on keeping everything where they need to be just for times like this when his son was irritated.

“We have diapers right?”

“Mhm”

“What about wipes?”

“Yes, all in the nursery, Donnie”

“Okay, good, good….you need anything? Thirsty?” He tucks his phone away, rocking the now resting baby in his arms.

“Mmm…water, maybe?” I shrug and he nods, rushing out of the room. He had been acting like this all day, running around the house like a chicken with its head cut off. I hadn’t even been home for two hours yet, just coming back from the hospitals secondary check up after a very unplanned home birth. The house was a mess from two days ago, my poor mother and brother being stressed out of their minds trying to deliver a baby that wasn’t supposed to be here just yet.

Luckily, him coming two weeks earlier didn’t matter and he was healthy as a horse. with the way he was screaming at the top of his lungs, you could tell that was a healthy baby. But, meanwhile I was pushing a 5 pound, big headed baby out of me, Adonis was scrambling to find a flight back to Cali so he could make it to the birth, which was unsuccessful. It took an entire day and some change to get back home, the man so disappointed in himself that he took a business trip so late in my 3rd trimester.

Though I told him to do it, he still felt bad, promising to never leave my side in circumstances like this ever again. The birth went smoothly even though it wasn’t expected, and as soon as Adonis landed, he was blowing up my phone with FaceTimes back to back. And he was completely serious with the ‘never leave your side” thing, cause he was on me like white on rice when he got home. Helping me to and from the bathroom, even though I could walk fine, supplying me with any kind of food or snack I asked for, diaper duty, which was the best perk, and massages.

He was showering me with all kinds of love and affection, but as fast as my high came from giving birth, the lows swooped in just as quick. The 6th day after birth came and postpartum depression came knocking. I was still functioning though. Not cause I wanted to, but because I had an infant now and had no time to dissect why I really felt the way I did.

As more days passed, I became more agitated with my circumstances and Adonis constant ‘bugging’. I knew it was from a place of love, but I needed rest before anything. I was just too cautious to tell him that, afraid I’d end up sounding like a bitch because I wanted a break from my husband for a few hours. Some women would have to beg their husbands to do what Adonis does, but I felt ungrateful because I didn’t have to, and quickly got tired of that because of emotions I couldn’t control.

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About three more days had gone by, and it had officially been a month since giving birth. My postpartum depression had subsided a bit, and I felt better about myself, but Adonis was the same, and so was my sleep schedule.

“…can I help you, sir?” I look over my shoulder, spotting my husband watching me intensely. The infant I had in my arms whines and mixes at the sudden movements, unlatching from my nipple for a moment before going right back to feasting. I was reclined in a couch placed in the nursery, praying to god that I could catch some Z’s.

“Huh?” He queries, still staring.

“You’ve been following me around the house like a lost puppy all day. Now you over my shoulder watching me nurse like I don’t know what I’m doing” I say, a bit agitated since I haven’t slept for more than a few hours everyday for the passed month.

“What? I know you know what you’re doing, baby” He completely ignores my other statement, his attention still drawn to my current ‘activity’. I blink at him for a prolonged second, then laughed, shaking my head. “Okay, well back up off my bumper, can you?” I suggest, waving him off with my hand. He sighs, leaning up and walking away. “Your daddy is a bit obsessed, don’t you think?” I look down at our son, his brown eyes fluttering closed as he begins to drift off into his fourth nap of the day.

I close my eyes too, relaxing.

‘Maybe I could sneak in a nap too’

just as I thought I was gonna have peace and quiet, I feel Adonis plop down right besides me, looking over my shoulder. I was in my right mind to lock him in a room now. I sigh, opening my eyes back up to the unpleasant sight of the sun shining through the baby blue curtains across from me. I’d rather see the inside of my eyelids. I was exhausted.

“…he looks like me, doesn’t he?” He pokes, smiling down at his new found pride and joy.

I slowly turn my head to the man, his face being so close to me that our noses touch. “Donnie…get outta my face” I mellowly warn him, ready to run him out of the nursery.

“I’m sorry! I’m just intrigued. I wasn’t there for when he came, I just wanna make that time back” I bite back a loud cackle for the sake of not scaring my son out of his cinnamon toned skin. Snorting, I cover my mouth.

Giving him a ‘be serious’ look with the tilt of my head, I uncover my mouth. “Donnie, please. It’s been almost five weeks since his birth, you came a day late, and it’s not your fault. Be happy you even found a flight that would get you back here so suddenly. Plus, you already made that 24 hours back, now you just being clingy” I say, pecking his lips twice. “It’s just a bit…overwhelming right now, that’s all,”

“I’m not saying it’s you, I’m not not really in a place to…ya know…be as social with you as I was before”

He nods, understanding. “And you know I love you, but sometimes I don’t need anything at all, just silence” Taking in everything I say, he doesn’t argue, understanding that maybe he was doing a little much on the waiting hand and foot, asking me questions at every movement I made.

He caresses my thigh, kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry. I’m really not trynna stress you, I just don’t wanna feel like I’m not doin’ enough, or want you to feel like I don’t care”

I smile. “It’s okay. Just tone it down a bit, okay? Next week I promise you can be as clingy with us as you want” he nods, starting to play with the little mitten that covered our sons hand. I knew he still wasn’t gonna leave any time soon yet, waiting for the baby to stop eating so he could hold him again. I just let him be. For now.

“Does it hurt?” He asks suddenly, and I shake my head. “Not really. It did for the first few times, but since he’s latching better, no”

“…he getting enough, right?”

I pause, my eyebrow raising at the man.

“Yes, my titties produce enough milk for our son. Any other questions, doc?” I ask with playful attitude.

He shakes his head, still looking. It was silent for a moment , only the sounds of summer rain tapping against the window and swallowing followed by shallow sighs from the infant being heard. That was until I decided to put my boob up and replace my nipple with his favorite paci since he had fallen asleep, remembering the doctor told me not to feed him while he’s not awake, considering my milk supply was fine and he gets full fast.

Yet, that still doesn’t stop my husband from breathing down my neck, attempting to reach for him, which I dodge by brushing him off with my shoulder.

Taking a breath, I glare at him. “What, Adonis? You wanna feed him?”

His eyes glimmer with excitement as he smiles, perking up at the simple question. “I can? Yeah” he asks before quickly answering.

“Grow some titties then” I pat his chest then stood to my feet, now attempting to burp the resting baby.

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[damagemp4]

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[menotyyou]

a real big boy

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[blackmensuited]

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Donnie 😍

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[zaziesource]

Still obsessed with this shoot. 💕

Zazie Beetz for Numéro Magazine

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[punishereditz]

Playing Dirty

Pairing: Adonis Creed x f!reader

Warnings: 18 plus only! Minors DNI! DO NOT COPY! Boxing. Play fighting. (No one gets hurt) Smut. Semi-public sex. Unprotected sex. P in V. Fingering. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Size kink. Lots of teasing.

AN: This is a request post for @bqtmanz I hope that you enjoy this!

Summary: Don decides to take training a step further.

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It was late, but Adonis didn't care. He ran outside in the Philly streets anyway. He couldn't sleep, he had too much on his mind and he knew he wouldn't get any sort of rest until he blew off some steam.

He ran past the gym, and quickly came to a stop, backing up, seeing that the lock wasn't on the door. He looked around before he tugged at the door. It slowly opening. He looked around once more before he made his way up the stairs.

"Unc? You here?" He called out but there was no response. He called for all the others, but once again, no response. He got to the top of the stairs, the sound of one of the bags being punched filling the quiet gym. Then you quickly came into view. You were letting lose into one of the bags. Small grunts coming from you with each punch. Sweat dripping from your body.

He tried getting your attention, calling your name, but you were in your own little world. You had your headphones on, listening to your music, not being able to hear a thing. Having no clue he was there and that he was making his way closer to you.

He stood by you, chuckling at your obliviousness. He gently placed his hand on your shoulder. You jumped back, and before you could think, you swung at him, but he quickly dodged it. You blinked a few times, realizing it was Don, you slide your headphones off.

"Wow, it's just me. You trying to knock me out here?" His smile was wide.

"You can't sneak up on me like that." You panted. Resting your hands on your hips. Looking into his doe eyes. He looked around the empty gym, then back to you. His eyes ghosting over your figure.

"What are you doing here? Where's everyone else?" He asked.

"Everyone's done left. I asked if it was okay if I trained for a little longer and they said it was fine as long as I did all the closing up work." You explained.

He nodded, wetting his lips with his tongue. "Rough day?" He said curiously. He knows by the way you were punching the bag that something was wrong.

"That's an understatement. And you? Rough day?"

"Yeah, something like that."

You nodded. "Come on." You nudged his shoulder as you walked by. Going up to the ring and climbing in.

"We seriously doing this?" He gestured to you. A grin tugging at his lips.

"We seriously are. I ain't got all night. You want to train, or not?" You rested your arms against the rope. Smiling down at him. You put your mouthpiece in.

He didn't waste another second. He went and got his gloves, putting them on, smiling to himself the entire time. He got into the ring with you, putting his mouthpiece in. Stretching his arms, he looked deep into your eyes as he did so.

"I'll make sure to go easy on you." You laughed at him. Shaking your head.

"I wouldn't be stressing about that if I was you." You both begin to move in circle. Looking into his eyes, you knew he wasn't going to throw the first punch. So, you lifted your hands, throwing him your right hand and he moved out of the way.

"You really going to hit me sweetheart?" His voice was all teasing as he came to a stop. Looking down at you, there was a challenge in his eyes. Like he was just daring you to hit him. A look like he didn't really believe you would actually do it. But you do, you hit him right in the jaw while he is distracted by you. You chuckle at his shocked expression.

"Alright, alright, I see how it is." Don takes a step back. His lips curling up into a grin, not being able to hide it. His eyes are carefully watching your body. How your arms are flexing. Your breast lightly bouncing with each step you take.

He will happily admit that he is distracted by you. He could care less about training at this moment. He just wants to see that smile from you when you get pleased with yourself. The way you tilt your head at him. The way you move your body. The way you grunt. He loves to see you get determined about something. See how stubborn you get, and see you get all frustrated when something isn't working.

He is memorized by you. How your hair swings with each punch you dodge form him. How your body flows and sways. Moving perfectly along with him. It's a dance, and the both of you are doing each move effortlessly. It's elegant in its own way. It's intimate. With each punch and kick, the tension grows stronger between the two of you.

He lays a punch on your jaw, and you smile at him. "Is that the best you can do?" Your smile grows impossibly wider.

He tilts his head down. This darkness growing in his eyes that makes shivers run down your spine. Before you can even blink, he swops behind you, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head. Your body pressed to his. He leans his head down, his lips a mere inch away from your neck. His hot heavy breath against your skin.

You squirm against him. Trying to escape, but his grasp on you is too tight. He chuckles in your ear before he lets go of your arms, shoving you against the ropes. His hand slapping your ass.

You lean against the ropes, taking a deep breath. You turn to see him smiling wildly at you. Entertained with himself. You shake your head, walking back up to him.

You try to kick him, but he grabs your leg before it can make contact with his side. He grabs your other leg, lifting you up in his arms. He slams you down on the floor. Laughing at the surprised look on your face.

"What? I thought you were into playing dirty." He hums, winking at you. Your surprised expression quickly changing to a pleased look as you sweep his leg out from under him. Moving him under you. You pin his hands by each side of his head. Smirking down at him.

"I am." His eyes begin to soften as he looked up at you. A look of lust in them. That playful smile dropping. His lips parted; he took his bottom lip between his teeth. His eyes looking from your eyes down to your lips. You moved your head down. Hovering your lips over his, but not touching.

He leaned his head up to close the space between the two of you, but you pulled back. Only letting your lips hover. You let go of his hands, and they immediately went down to your hips. You brought your hands up, taking your gloves off as quickly as you could and spitting your mouthpiece. He quickly followed behind you. Doing the same. He leaned up once again, his hand going to the back of your neck. Pulling you down to his lips.

You moaned against his mouth. Shocked at just how soft his lips were against yours. You grinded your hips, making him pull away. Cursing under his breath, he let his head fall back. He pushed you down on his hips. Making you grind farther down on his cock that is throbbing. He attacked your neck. Placing kisses all over you. Occasionally biting at your skin. His hands moved up your body. Holding your breast in his hands. Squeezing them. A moan slipping from your lips, but he quickly cut you off. Crashing his lips on yours. His hands slide from your breast down to the band of your sprots bra. He tugged at it, and you raised your arms. Allowing him to slide it off of you. His eyes instantly going down to your exposed skin.

"Shit, you're so beautiful." He groaned. You kissed him again. Your hands moving over his muscled arms. Over his biceps and down to his forearms. Then up to his chest. Working your way down until you were gripping the hem of his shirt. He lifted his body up so you could take it off. Throwing it to the side. Your hands went back to his smooth skin. Your hands exploring over his abs.

He laced his hands in your leggings, "May I?" You nodded frantically and he lowly chuckled at your neediness. He slipped them off, throwing them over his head. His hands slowly moved up your legs, stopping at your thighs.

He placed a finger in the band of your panties. He pulled it back, letting it go. Making it snap against your skin. You gasped. Your hands flying up to his broad shoulders for support. He pushed your underwear to the side, dipping his fingers into you. His finger starting to tease your clit.

"Your soaked baby." He mumbled. His fingers traveling down to your entrance, pushing his fingers in. You were unable to hold back your moan, your grip on his shoulder tightening to the point your knuckles were turning white.

He had your head spinning, and had you overwhelmed. Giving you more pleasure than you could ever give yourself. His long thick fingers being able to reach that spot deep in you that makes your stomach turn and your eyes roll to the back of your head. And he curls them up perfectly. Teasing that spot over and over. Pulling you closer to the edge. Your orgasm coming up on you so quickly, it's almost embarrassing.

But you don't really care. When his thumb sneaks up to your clit and starts rubbing it, you clench your walls tightly around him. Moaning his name, your back arching. You grind your hips down on his hand and he lets you. He kisses your jaw. Whispering praises in your ear.

"That's it, baby. Look at you, trying to take what you want. Go ahead. Take it sweetheart. It's yours to have. You gonna come for me pretty girl? Hm?" He whispered the filthy words in your ear. His fingers working faster.

"Oh, yes!" You moaned his name over and over as your climax washed over. As if it was the only word you knew. He helped you down from your high. Not removing his fingers until your breathing started to slow back down and your body started to relax.

He brought his fingers up to his mouth. Looking into your eyes as he sucked all the cum off of his fingers. You swear, looking down at him, it was the hottest thing you have ever seen. But he didn't give you much time to think. His arms wrapped around your waist. Standing to his full height. He sat you down, his lips going to you hungrily. As if he has been starved. He pulled your underwear down. Stuffing them in the pocket of his sweatpants. He then hastily took his own pants off. His hands going to the back of your thighs. Laying you back down. He propped himself up on top of you. His mouth going to your chest. Bitting and licking at your nipples as he took his cock in his hand. Pumping it.

He kissed down your stomach. Making sure to not leave an inch of your skin untouched. He leaned back up over you. Smashing his lips on yours. He grabbed your legs. Pulling them up and on his waist. He took his cock and lined it up with your entrance. Guiding it in. Slowly pushing his long thick cock in.

You whimpered. Your walls clenching to him once he bottomed out inside of you. He stayed still, resting his forehead in your neck. Giving you time to adjust to him before he slowly pulled back. Thrusting back into you. He slowly fucked you. One of his hands squeezing your breast. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he rested his forehead against yours.

You moved your feet to his ass. Pushing him so that he would thrust into you deeper. He got the idea and started to pick up his speed. Starting to pound into you, and it took all your strength to not come already.

He was significantly bigger than you. He was taller than you, and his body was wide. He made you look tiny, but yet he fit so perfectly on top of you. He fit so perfectly in you. He stretched you out immaculately. He touched you as if he already had a hundred times, he touched you in all the right places and in all the right ways. His lips felt as light as a feather as he peaked kisses on your forehead, your nose, temple, cheeks, lips. Every part of your face he could get to. The way he touched your body, the way he whispered praises in your ear, it had your second climax built up in no time.

And his? He is just as on the edge as you. His climax has been building all night. Your walls clenching around him, your hand on the back of his head, moaning his name, it all overwhelms him in the best possible way. It keeps pushing him further.

"Uh, I'm so close baby." He grunted into your ear. You bucked your hips up, moving your hips in time with his and it takes everything in him to keep from spilling over.

"Come for me baby." You did. You soaked his cock. Your second orgasm hitting you even harder than the first one. Your climax sent him into his, and he filled you to the brim with his come.

"Good girl." He placed lazy kisses over your skin. You grabbed his chin, tilting his head up so that you could kiss him. He slowly pulled out of you. Both of you moaning. He rolled to his side. Laying by you. He interlaced his fingers in yours. Bringing your hand up and kissing the back of it.

"I think you should start training me more often."

"Yeah, I think so to."

#michael b jordan #michaelbjordan #adonis creed #creed 3 #creed movie #creed #x reader #smut fanfiction #smut fic #i need him

[americahasasuperstar]

Bake ‘Em A Cake

She couldn’t believe that she had to deal with yet another nosey neighbor. She had just got used to Bianca blasting music at all times of the night without a care in the world, and it was like God wanted to give her yet another challenge to deal with.

Bianca told her that the new neighbor they had came to her and told her to turn her music down. From the seems of it, he seemed to have enough sense to not be disruptive to the people in their small, very thin wall having, apartment building. She was wrong though. She could hear thump after thump above her as she tried to get some sleep for her next shift in 8 hours.

“Hello!”

She didn’t care if she was being a bitch by banging so loudly on his door when she could’ve easily been a normal person and knocked regularly. She kept pounding as hard as she could until the door finally open, and revealed something she did not expect. Her eyes widened slightly as she looked up and down at the man in front of her that was sweaty and shirtless and fine as fuck. She could’ve sworn she felt her heart skip a few beats but she quickly composed herself when she realized what had made her get out of the comfort of her bed and make her way to the floor above her.

“Can I help you?” He asked her. A bit of an attitude she heard. Fuck did he have an attitude for?

Nyla scoffed as she pushed past him, walking into his very empty apartment. “Your loud ass thumping ass footsteps are keeping me awake.” She told him, tossing him a mean look over her shoulder.

“Come on in I guess.” He muttered.

Nyla looked around the apartment, only seeing a couch and a small tv. No pictures. No decorations. No accent furniture. God, it lacked so much furniture that it made Nyla want to puke. She turned around to look at the man, looking him to and down which allowed her to realize that the apartment did fit him. He didn’t seem like the type to go all out. Still made it an ugly apartment though. Or maybe she was just judging too much.

“This isn’t what people mean by minimalism, just so you know.” She stated, taking it upon herself to sit down on the couch.

He closed the door behind her, walking over to her on the couch. “Can I help you with something?” He wondered. He didn’t seem to mind that much that a complete stranger had walked into his home without a care in the world.

“I don’t know if you’re tap dancing, or doing the cha-cha slide, or just being a dickhead up here… but you’re being loud.” Nyla told him.

“Oh my fault, I didn’t realize.” He said.

“Yeah, everything’s thin in this apartment. Including my patience.” Nyla snarked, standing up from the couch.

He stared at her as she stared right back at him. Though, their stares seemed to be holding two different emotions. Hers being one of irritation and anger while his was more of… a lust filled stare. Then she realized why he had that stare as he looked at her. Nyla looked down in

horror when she realized that she had come up to this strange man’s apartment with nothing covering her upper body but a tight tank top that really did her boobs a favor. Like damn, they really looked good if she did say so herself. But that wasn’t the point. Nyla crossed her arms as she took a step forward.

“I’m Donnie.”

“Your real name?” Nyla scoffed.

“Donnie ain’t real enough for you?” He asked.

Nyla sighed as she stared at her nails out of boredom. “Donovan? Donald? Stop me when I’m getting closer.” She said.

“Adonis.”

“Way cuter than anything I said.” Nyla hummed. “I’m Nyla Gaines; your very generous neighbor.” She said.

“Generous?” Adonis asked, raising an eyebrow as he chuckled.

“I’m not cursing your ass out for waking me up. Twice. Take that as nothing but generosity.” Nyla told him.

“I’m grateful for it.” Adonis said.

“Wise choice.”

Nyla brushed past him, making eye contact the entire time, as she walked towards the door, stopping when he touched her arm. “You right below me?”

“Apartment B7. Which is exactly why I could hear your footsteps jumping around.” She told him

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Adonis nodded.

“Mhm. See you around Adonis.” Nyla said. “Welcome to Philly by the way.”

“How you know I’m not from here?” Adonis asked her.

Nyla snorted as she opened the door, giving him a look over her shoulder as she said, “I know everything boo.”

┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺ 　°

“I was so mean last night, Bi. I don’t like myself when I’m tired.” Nyla said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Nyla had a mini self crisis as she stood in her best friend, Bianca’s, apartment. She had woken up, fully rested after Adonis listened to what she had told him, and felt bad for the way that she handled his nosiness. She didn’t like being mean. It made her feel all… icky. So as a way to apologize for being an asshole, she had rushed to make Adonis a cake so he could have something to eat for the next few nights. Because he surely didn’t have much besides cereal in that wack ass apartment— totally not her judging though.

“He woke you up twice and you had work. If anything, I’m sure you weren’t mean enough.” Bianca scoffed.

“I know, I know, but still, I feel bad. Being a bitch isn’t the best first impression.” Nyla stated, carefully scraping the excess icing off of the cake.

Bianca looked at her friend as she walked into the kitchen, amusement written all over her face. “So… you’re made him a cake?” She asked.

“Duh ho!” Nyla said. “You think he’s home?” She wondered.

“He ain’t got no life from what I can tell. Just to the gym and back.” Bianca shrugged.

“Great!” Nyla chirped. “Cause it’s done and I need to have him like me immediately.”

“Why do you even care?”

“Everyone in this building likes me, and I can’t risk losing that achievement.” Nyla said as if it was obvious.

“You worry too much, girl.” Bianca chuckled.

“And you don’t worry enough.” Nyla remarked. “Now wish me luck.”

“Wear a condom.” Bianca said, waving her hand dismissively as she walked back to her piano.

Nyla snorted as she scooped up the cake pan in her hands, shaking her head in amusement. “Oh my God, you’re sick in the head.”

Nyla walked out of Bianca’s apartment, heading up to the floor that Adonis lived on. She really did hope he was home. It would be a waste of her time if he wasn’t, and she hated wasting her time. Thankfully though, when she knocked on his door— very gently compared to how she did the night before— he opened it almost instantly. Clearly he wasn’t doing nothing much with his time. Not that she was judging him for not having a job or anything. Totally not.

“Adonis.”

Adonis smirked as he took in Nyla’s appearance. He didn’t expect to see her at his apartment door again, especially if he wasn’t making any noise, but he wasn’t upset by the pleasant surprise. She looked good. Extremely good. Better than she did when he first saw her. She looked way more put together in the middle of the day than she did at 1 am. He would’ve been fine admiring her forever, like he was planing to, if she didn’t clear her throat to get his attention saying. He smacked himself mentally when he realized that he was staring, realizing that he probably seemed like some creepy ass dude.

“Nyla Gaines.” Adonis said, nodding at her.

A sort of her felt special that he remembered her last name as well, but then again, it was only last night. “About last night—“

“You cool,” Adonis said. She could see a ghost of a smile creeping onto his face as he looked at her cake. “That for me?” He asked her.

“Hope you like chocolate.” Nyla grinned, holding it out for him to take.

“Who don’t like chocolate?” Adonis scoffed.

Nyla snorted as he took the pan from her. “I knew I liked something you.” She smirked.

She turned around, prepared to head back to her apartment now that she apologized for her wrongs. But his voice stopped her before she could even take a step.

“Where you think you going?” He asked her, beckoning her over to him when she turned to look at him. “Come on in.”

#adonis creed #adonis creed x reader #halle bailey #michael b jordan #fanfic #fanfiction #creed #creed 3 #creed 2 #ariel #the little mermaid #the little mermaid 2023

[starcrossedxwriter]

Princess’s Punishment (MBJ x Reader)

A/N: I didn’t have the energy to go back and find the two asks lol but this is a request from two folks for a kinky punishment story with. So enjoyyyy!

Warnings: degradation, name calling, NSFW, lots of kinks (spanking, cockwarming, etc)

***

“What do you think?” You gave her fiancee a model-like twirl so he could examine your outfit from all angles. 

Michael glanced up from his phone and the email he was typing, letting out a low whistle as his eyes swept over your perfect frame. 

“That dress gon’ get you into trouble, Princess.” 

You threw him a coy smile before turning back to the giant mirror in the middle of the store. You were the only customer there, Michael preferring to reserve stores for an hour or two so you could have a private and serene shopping experience. It ensured everyone in the store was solely dedicated to getting you exactly what you needed and wanted. Most stores happily obliged, knowing that anytime Michael brought his princess in, the limit on his card was nonexistent. Today was no different. 

“That looks great on you,” a man offered as he emerged from the back of the store. His dreads were neatly pulled back out of his face. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, the exact type of man who would have once turned your head before you met Michael, the love of your life. But no one compared to the literal sexiest man alive in your eyes and that was a fact. 

You had never seen him in the store before but when the woman you typically worked with didn’t return, you realized he would be assisting you. 

“Hope you don’t mind. Jenn had a family emergency. I’m Marcus,” he reached out to shake your hm which you accepted with a bright smile. 

“Nice to meet you. Y/N,” you introduced yourself before turning back to the mirror, your hands running over the luxuriously soft material that hugged your curves. “Not sure this is the most flattering though.” 

“I have another dress in the back, we just got it in. Similar to this one but it’s perfect for you. Will be far more flattering. A body like that… you should show it off.” 

You did not pick up on the obvious flirting in his tone, particularly as that was the farthest thing from your mind. You merely nodded with a smile. “Thank you. That would be great. Can’t wait to see it.” 

“I’ll bring that and a couple other pieces. We technically aren’t supposed to show them yet but for a friend,” he winked at you. “I can bend a few rules.” 

“Really??” You were merely excited about getting an advanced look at your favorite store’s new pieces. 

“Of course. Be right back.” 

“Thank you!” You watched him for a few moments as he walked away before turning to Michael whose face was set in a scowl. “Everyone here’s so nice all the time.” 

“That nigga’s nice cause he wants to fuck you,” Michael grumbled, his tone signaling that he was not as pleased with the service as you.” 

Your jaw fell open before you laughed at the absurdity of the idea. Men rarely flirted with you, if ever. “Come on, baby. Don’t be silly. He wants us to spend money, likely to make his commission better so he’s just being extra complimentary.” 

“Nahhh, I watched him basically undress you with his fuckin’ eyes, Princess. Besides, I’m the one payin’ and nigga didn’t say shit to me. Acted like I’m not even here. I don’t like him.” 

You merely laughed, clearly not realizing that Michael was genuinely upset with the salesman. “Aww my grumpy baby. You don’t like anyone,” you teased before disappearing into your dressing room to try on more outfits. 

Outfit after outfit, you pranced around for your boyfriend and gave him a fashion show. He was thoroughly unhelpful as he loved 95% of the items you tried on and refused to help you narrow down the massive stack of clothes. Anytime you went shopping, he thought you should buy everything you remotely liked, even if you had one exactly like it in the closet at home. 

“What do you think? Don’t need both black dresses,” you muttered more to yourself than either man in the room. 

“You look perfect in both. Just get both.” 

“Not helpful, babe!” 

“I think you should get the one you have on. Shows off your body better.” 

“You commentin’ on her body a lil too much, my nigga,” Michael called out, clearly frustrated by Marcus’ innocent compliments toward you as you finished trying on clothes. 

“Michael!” You whipped your head around in shock at his rudeness. “Sorry, he gets very grumpy when we’ve been shopping too long.” 

“No apologies needed,” he raised his hands in surrender before making an excuse to go to the back of the store to get her something else. 

You scoffed once he was gone, you and Michael having a silent standoff. 

“That was hella rude,” you chastised him. 

Michael merely shrugged “Hella rude for him to openly flirt with my girl in front of me. He bold enough for that shit, he’s bold enough to take the heat.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Nah and what were you doin’? Flirting back with that nigga.” 

You let out a laugh at the absurdity of that statement. “Flirting back?? It’s called being nice. I only got eyes for one, very jealous man.” 

And with that, you disappeared back into the changing room to put back on your real clothes. You could not understand what was up with Michael as of late. He seemed to be so much more jealous than he used to be lately, snapping or glaring at any man who got too close or talked to you for too long. He had done the same thing at a premiere just last week. You had chalked the first couple times up to him having a bad day but now you wondered if something else was wrong. 

“You ok?” You asked as you both patiently waited for Marcus to package your mountain of clothes and accessories. 

His eyebrow was furrowed with an angry expression on his face. Still packing most of the weight of Erik Killmonger, he looked intimidating to say the least. But you did not understand what he could be that upset about, nothing had even happened. 

He did not answer you, merely handing Marcus his card to finish paying. 

“Need help getting these to your car?” Marcus asked, his hands already preparing to grab the heavy garment bags and smaller shopping bags 

“That would be g-” you started to say when Michael immediately cut you off. 

“Nah we got it.” His short tone made you cringe slightly, Marcus’s face blanching at the rudeness of it. 

He gestured for his security to pick up the bags and grabbed the rest himself before gesturing for you to exit the store. You merely offered a polite thank you before following him out of the store. 

***

As soon as you walked into the house, you started up the stairs to put your new items in their proper spots when he stopped you. 

“Princess!” 

“What’s up, babe?” 

His tone and face looked almost bored as he scrolled on his phone. “When you’re done, assume the position by the counter.” 

Your eyes grew wide with surprise. Assume the position was a clear directive in the Jordan household, one that let you know the relaxing evening you had planned was not going to happen. A sign that you had upset your master, and thus, must be punished. 

“What did I do??” The logical part of your brain was well aware he was not going to tell you. If your infraction was not obvious, he rarely told you what it was until the punishment had started. But as you racked your brain, you could not understand what on Earth you did to upset him. You had a really nice day together and aside from the weird interaction with the sales associate, he seemed fine. Then it clicked in your brain. 

His jealous streak seemed to not have ended earlier, after all. 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. 10 minutes.” 

He did not spare you another glance before he disappeared toward the living room, leaving you gawking after him on the stairwell.

“Fuck my life,” you muttered as you raced up the stairs. You completely disregarded your original mission of putting your clothes away, you did not have time for that. 

Instead, you stripped down to nothing and pulled your braids out of their high ponytail. You went to your drawer and pulled out the various things you knew were required: your collar and leash, nipple clamps, flogger, blindfold, and ball gag. He did not always use them all and sometimes he used none of them. But that was another thing for him to know and you to find out. 

You descended down the stairs, your entire body almost floating with anticipation. You knew whatever he had planned would be the most delicious form of torture and that he would fuck you senseless once you begged for his forgiveness enough. 

Michael was leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone as he waited. Ingredients for dinner laid out on the counter. 

“Thinkin’ short ribs for dinner. Cool?” He asked, his voice completely calm and normal despite what you knew was about to happen. The sweet, doting finace who cared what you wanted for dinner would disappear and a new persona would take over. 

“Sounds good. Thanks, babe.” 

“You ready, Princess?” he asked, checking in as he always did before an intense punishment or scene, which you always appreciated. They were punishments but they were supposed to be pleasurable, in a way, for you too. 

“Yes, daddy,” you answered immediately, handing him all the toys you brought with you before sinking down to your knees before him. You spread your legs just enough for your flower to be on display for him, already wet and aching for his rough touch in the mere minutes he left you. The chill of the house caused the hair on your arms to stick up but you ignored it, things would heat up in a few minutes. 

You wanted to smirk as you watched his eyes cloud with lust but you kept your face neutral. Michael was gone and your master stood in front of you. And his perfect, submissive fuck toy replaced you, designed and ready for whatever pain or pleasure he was generous enough to offer. And the growing ache between your thighs revealed a simple truth: you loved every single second of being his slut. 

Your eyes remained trained on the wood panels of the kitchen floor as he silently studied you. The minutes stretched on and on at an agonizing pace but you did not lift your head or move an inch. However, you could not stop the little sigh of relief that passed your lips when you finally saw his feet come into your line of vision. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, your mouth falling open with a small moan as he squeezed. It was not hard, just enough to let you know he was there. More, you wanted to beg. That was the problem, it did not matter what he did. You just wanted more of it and more of him. You were so addicted to the drug that was Michael, it felt like a lifetime supply would not even be enough. 

His hand forced your head upward so you were looking directly into his expressive brown eyes, your favorite part of him. This position could have had you cumming right then. 

All you could think about was how good it felt to have his hand squeezing your throat while you rode his dick. The mere memory made your pussy clench. But that was not in the cards for you… not yet anyway. 

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He knew everything about his little fuck toy, exactly what his Princess wanted and needed. And there was not a man alive who knew it better. “Such an eager fuck toy for me. That’s why you were tryin’ on all those slutty clothes today? Think you’d get my attention and I’d come back here and fuck you like the attention-seeking whore you are?” He asked as he let go of your throat, much to your sadness, and started circling you. A predator sizing up his prey, indeed. 

You were not foolish enough to answer a single question he levied, they were rhetorical. 

“But I wasn’t the only man whose attention you got. Bet you loved that shit too… his hands on you fixing your outfits, complimenting you. Flirting with him, accepting his help right in front of your master. I should’ve fucked you right there in front of him to remind you that there’s only one man whose attention you should want.” 

The thought of that made your head spin. Him forcing you to your knees in the dressing room, fucking you from behind, claiming you and your body loudly for every person to hear. 

He gently put your collar around your neck, the fur lining made it more comfortable than it would have been otherwise. It was custom, Princess Y/N, embroidered on it. 

“Too tight?” he asked as he attached the leash to it. 

“No master,” you muttered. 

“Good.” 

He tugged on it, forcing you in step behind him. You bit back the moans this caused, him walking you around your living room and kitchen for a few minutes. He knew how much you loved to crawl behind him. It was clear he was trying to ramp you up as much as possible before the punishment truly started. And it was working perfectly. 

By the time you returned to the spot you started at in the kitchen, your knees in pain from the hardwood floor, your body was screaming for his touch. Your core felt painfully empty, you were desperate to feel him on you, inside you. He slid the blindfold over your eyes. 

You whimpered for a moment at the sudden loss of sight, sensory deprivation was a new game for you both and you were still getting used to it. 

“Say the word and the blindfold can come off, Princess,” he whispered. At your nods, he continued. “Face down, ass up. Legs spread. Don’t move a muscle.” 

You adjusted yourself to assume his favorite position. You hissed as your upper body laid against the cool kitchen floor but you made sure the arch in your back was perfect, your ass perched high in the air. Your legs were spread enough for him to see the glistening mess coating your inner thighs. 

“You disgustin’ cum slut. Crawlin’ like a whore made you that wet?” He degraded you, making your entire body shudder as his hands caressed your ass. 

“Yes daddy,” you breathed out, your brain already losing the ability to fully form words. The fog of pleasure was already heavy and he had not even started. “I-I’m sorry.” 

You tensed up sightly, knowing that when you least expected it, his caresses would turn into sharp blows that would make you cry out. However, just as quickly as he started touching you, he stopped. You could not feel his presence around you at all. You had not been given permission to move and you could not see him. You could not even sense where he was anymore. 

Had he left you there? Naked and unable to move like a statue? After a few moments, you heard soft footsteps not far away, causing you to exhale slightly. He was still hovering around. 

Minutes passed by, slower than you thought time could move, as he just left you there without  a single touch or word. But you followed directions, your legs would literally collapse before you moved a muscle. 

Your mind raced to understand why he was not punishing you. And after about 15 minutes of utter silence except for the sounds of him cooking, you longed for it. The sting of his palm, the fire of the flogger against your ass, your thighs, your back, literally anywhere at this point. But there was nothing. This was more of a punishment than the spanking. If you had been given permission to speak, you would have begged for your own torture at this point, would have begged for as many lashings as he felt you deserved for being such a shameless whore. But you could do nothing, nothing but sit with shaking legs in your disorienting haze of pleasure until he decided that you were worth even doling out a punishment on. 

It was clear to you why he chose that particular spot, a spot you knew was visible to him regardless of where he stood in the kitchen. You were on display. 

At that realization, you deepened the arch in your back to something you didn't even know was possible. You had to force yourself not to wiggle your ass in his face, entice him to light it on fire with his strength. 

“Couldn’t even last 15 minutes without daddy’s attention, could you?” You were not sure if you were allowed to answer. “You may speak, Princess.” 

“D-daddy pl-please…” you begged. 

“Didn’t seem to care about me earlier. Why should I give you attention now?” 

“B-Because… I need…” your words failed you. You needed so much in that moment. You needed the pain, you needed the pleasure it brought, you needed to be reminded what you were and whose you were. 

“You need what? Need me to make you cum? You’ll be grateful if I let you cum at all tonight. Need me to fuck you like the cumslut you are? Not sure you deserve my dick. Or you need me to remind you what happens to disobedient fuck toys who anger their masters? Need me to remind you who owns you?” 

“Y-Yes! P-Please… I d-deserve to be punished. I n-need it.” The words barely left your lips before you felt the first blow of the flogger against your ass. “T-Thank you,” you moan, savoring the sting and ache it left behind. 

However, you could not savor it long as he rained them down on every inch of your ass and thighs and a couple well-placed agonizing ones against your pussy that made you scream. You kept count, as was already required. 

“Keep your legs open, slut or I’ll add five more,” he demanded as your entire body convulsed as the flogger caught part of your clit. You forced your body to maintain the position, which took all your willpower. And to think, you begged for this. 

Tears were streaming down your face when he reached 29. That was the most he had ever done with the flogger as it was more painful than his hand and it was torture. However, you took it, the desire to use your safeword never coming to your mind. You would not be able to sit tomorrow but your entire body was on fire, hot, sweaty and desperate for him to fuck the shit out of you. 

When you finally said 30, you were proud of yourself for taking all of it like a champ. 

“That’s a good slut. You should see your ass right now,” he muttered. “So beautiful.” You could only imagine your entire body was completely red and you could feel a couple welts from where he punished you in the same spot over and over again. “You may sit up.” 

You whimpered as you stretched and moved out of your position, your muscles protesting. As you sat up, his hand cupped your cheek and wiped away the few falling tears. 

“Too much?” he asked quietly. 

“No sir. T-thank you for r-reminding me what I am,” you whisper. 

He helped you to your feet, your legs shaking slightly. 

“Let’s watch somethin’ on the tv. Short ribs are slow cookin’.”

Despite the pain in your body, you could not help but smile. This was what made the punishments worth it, this moment. You were happy he let you walk to the couch, giving you a chance to stretch your legs. You stood and watched, licking your lips as he stripped off his clothes before sitting down, his head dripping with pre-cum that made you want to sink to your knees and steal a taste. You licked your lips, longing clearly written on your face that made Michael want to chuckle. He knew how much his Princess loved servicing him on your knees. 

“Don’t even think about it. Worthless cunts who can’t remember who they belong to don’t get a taste. Why?” 

“Because servicing you is a reward and I don’t deserve a reward, daddy,” you mumbled quietly, your voice just as lost and pitiful as you felt. This was the point of punishment though because all you now wanted to do was assure him you were his perfect, obedient princess so you could be rewarded. 

“Good girl. Earn my forgiveness and maybe I’ll fuck that sweet mouth before bed tonight. Now for your punishment…” 

Your eyes grew wide. The last 30 minutes had not been the punishment?? 

Fuck my life. 

“Climb up here and sit on my dick. Facing the tv.” 

You practically catapulted onto his dick without hesitation. Not just because good girls did what they were told without hesitation but because this was your type of punishment. RIding his dick was your favorite pastime.

You slid down on his hard dick, moaning loudly as he filled you to the brim. It was not the orgasm your body desperately needed but it satisfied the overwhelming, blinding carnal need to be filled you felt. You immediately started rocking your hips to increase the friction and pleasure when a powerful and painful swat against your already bruised ass stopped your movements. 

“I didn’t tell your dumb ass to move. Seems like you keep forgetting I own you Princess. This pussy… this body… it’s all mine. And no one else gets to touch what’s mine, no one else controls what’s mine. So you’re gonna sit there on my dick and you’re not gonna move until I tell you to. When I tell you to ride my dick, you do it. When I tell you to stop, you fuckin’ stop. Understand?” 

“D-Daddy please?” you hoped your pleas for mercy and the soft puppy eyes you had on would be enough to soften his resolve. Of all the things he had forced you to do since walking in the house, this was the worst of them. To feel him inside you and be so close to bringing him the pleasure he deserved and you desperately needed but not be allowed to? 

Fuck my life. 

“You should be thankin’ me for even letting your worthless cunt warm my dick. Now sit there and watch the show,” he nodded toward the tv where an episode of both of your favorite anime was playing. 

You moaned and turned around, trying to keep your attention focused on the show in front of you. However, it was impossible. 

This was an utterly new sensation and, while it was torturous, you could not deny that it was pleasurable in its own way. 

Michael’s girth and length was something to be reckoned with and he knew how to use it. His dick perfectly curved into your g-spot and could have you cumming with a few strokes. As you sat on him, his hands occasionally wandered to caress your other pleasure zones. His strong hands massaged your inner thighs causing you to moan. 

You wondered if you could orgasm from just sitting there. You would not because you did not have permission but you wondered if it was possible. Because between his hands and the feel of him inside you, you could think of nothing else. You could feel every inch of him, his dick throbbing and pulsing like a heartbeat against your walls. 

Your body squirmed in his touch, your moans as he played with your body were consistent, particularly when he brushed against your clit. He offered a featherlike touch, it was barely there but you were so worked up, you felt every jolt of pleasure through your body magnified. 

Your pussy clenched around him as if silently begging him to move. But you knew he would not allow you to until he was ready. 

He worked up a rhythm against your clit, your movements becoming more uncontrolled, your breaths heavier. You weren’t gonna last long like this.

“Whose pussy is this, Princess?” 

“Yours, daddy. Only y-yours.” 

“Who can bring you pleasure like your master?” 

“N-No one. J-just you.” 

“Never forget that shit, understand?” 

You nodded fervently. Every punishment had a lesson and this one was etched into your brain matter as now was the feeling of every vein and inch of his dick. 

“I w-won’t! I promise, daddy.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your bare back, increasing the speed of his fingers. “Cum on my dick, Princess.” 

With permission to cum, you stopped holding back and allowed your body to feel everything. Fuck his fingers knew exactly what buttons to push as your body finally got the pleasure it needed for the last hour. The build up was so fast you barely got to enjoy it but you did not care, you needed the crash, the fall to drown in the pleasure only he could provide. And when you reached the peak, you crashed hard. 

“You like that, baby? You gon’ cum for daddy?” 

“Y-Yes… fuck… t-thank you!” you cried out as you threw your head back as an explosion of pleasure took over every inch of your body. You felt pleasure down to the very cells that made up every part of you. 

You gasped as Michael’s hand wrapped around your long hair and gripped it, pulling you backward. He turned you so his mouth could claim yours, drowning out your moans and cries with a kiss so dominating you never wanted it to end. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, causing your heart to soar. “You’ve earned my forgiveness. Ride.” 

You did not need to hear anything else as you started to ride him with abandon, moaning every time his head rammed into your g-spot. You’d cum again before this was over but you made it your personal mission to ensure he did too. You pulled out every trick and play you had in the book until you felt his hands dig into your hips and he started ramming into you. 

You let him take control as he fucked you like a rag doll, ignorning the ache of your bruised ass and thighs as he slammed into them with every thrust upward. He kept you flush to his chest with one hand wrapped tight around your neck, the gentleness of his choking earlier long gone. 

“Where you want it?” he demanded as you felt the signs of him about to cum. 

“Cum inside me, please!” you begged. Michael knew you had a bit of a breeding kink, loving the feeling of him filling you with his cum. That was often another punishment when he would cum on you instead of inside you. Not that him marking his territory was really a punishment. 

“Want me to fill this sweet cunt, baby??” 

“Yes! Please, please!” you begged as he fucked you so hard you felt as if you would be seeing stars for hours. 

You could not stop your body from convulsing as you felt the warmth of his cum surge inside you, you clenched around him. 

Your legs burned as you used your arms, braced on his knees to stop your upper body from toppling forward. He rubbed soothing patterns along your spine to calm you. Michael pushed you to your limit every time but he also knew how to take care of you afterward. 

He lifted you off of him, a slight whimper escaping your lips at the emptiness you suddenly felt. He only sat you down long enough to stand up himself and you were quickly back in his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you up to your master suite. 

He laid you on the bed and got some soothing lotion and started massaging it everywhere the flogger hit you. You shuddered at the cool feeling but it felt heavenly combating the stinging you still felt and soreness you knew you would still feel tomorrow. 

“You did so good for me, Princess,” he offered, your sweet Michael clearly having returned to you. 

That was all you needed to hear, that you had pleased him. 

“Thank you.” Your gratitude was muffled against the comforter of your shared bed. After a few moments of silence, you sat up and glanced back at him. “You know you’re it for me, right? Don’t have eyes for anyone else.” 

“Yea I know… sometimes I just worry…” his voice trailed off. 

You ignored the ache to shift over to him and straddle his waist, his hands resting on your hips. “You’re always reassuring me, sometimes I forget you need that too. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It’s you and me till the end of the line, babe.” You teasingly peppered his face with kisses until he finally smiled and started laughing. 

“You and me, baby.” 

“But anytime you wanna get a little jealous and possessive and it leads to that? Feel free,” you joked, the scene still dominating every space in your mind. At your words, you suddenly became hyper aware of his member pressed against your core and instinctively started grinding on top of him. 

“Princess,” he growled. “This time ain’t about me,” he reminded her. Aftercare was about you and he was committed to it. 

“How much time do we have till dinner?” 

“Two hours.” 

“Enough time for you to teach me my lesson again and then take care of me. Don’t think it quite stuck,” you shrugged nonchalantly, taking on your bratty persona to rile him up. 

You shrieked as he flipped you over onto your back and stood up. Master was back and he was ready to make the most of those two hours.

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Hey guys! This is part 2 to the imagine of Rockys!Daughter x Viktor Drago.

Mature chapter,contains smut.

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The next morning you woke up with a major headache after spending the night crying. You debated looking for a flight back to Philly and avoiding any and all drama. Deciding to just buck up and go to the fight you got out of bed and started your day. Ordering room service you hid out in your room the whole morning until it was time to get ready for the fight.

You walked out of the shower and found an envelope on the floor by the door,picking it up you found a VIP pass and ticket to tonights fight. You already had a seat with Bianca but this seat was front row right next to the ring, leaving you to wonder who would slide this under your door.

You dressed in a black one sleeve jumpsuit,pairing the simple out fit with your gold necklace that your mother had gifted you and a bracelet and hoops to match. You slid into your heels and made your way out,your eyes landing on Buddy,Viktor,and Ivan. You froze in your spot,watching the three men walk towards the elevator. You watched them get in,eyes locking with Viktor before the doors slid shut.

Taking a few minutes to collect yourself you ordered  your Lyft to the arena,not expecting the large group of paparazzi outside of the hotel. They started shouting your name,every last one of them asking questions about you,Viktor,and your relationship.

You slid your shades on and pushed your way through the crowd to the car,holding back the tears that threatened to come out. Once you arrived at the arena the same fate awaited you,shoving your way inside you ignored the prying questions and rude comments.

You met up with Bianca,no words exchanged about anything that had gone on. You figured Adonis didn't know,familiar with his avoidance of social media before a fight. That didn't help appease the guilt you felt,feeling like you betrayed your brother in the worst way possible. Adonis may not have been blood but he was family,not forgetting the way the man helped you lift your father up from the pits of despair when he received his cancer diagnosis.

You twisted your rings nervously,stopping when Bianca reached over and grabbed your hands. It was hard for you to ignore the whispers around you,your knee bouncing nervously. You squeezed Bianca's hand,happy to have her support despite everything going on.

You looked up when you heard the booing start,your eyes falling on Ivan leading Viktor into the arena proudly. You watched the broad man walk confidently into the ring,not at all bothered by the booing in the crowd. Soon after Adonis' walk out music started,the lights darkening then flashing in patterns. Everyone cheered Adonis on,you and Bianca standing to clap for Adonis. You glanced at the tickets that had been slid under your door,noticing it would have put you on the other side of the ring. On Viktor's side.

The bell sounded,both men going straight at it. You watched as Adonis landed hit after hit on Viktor,soon Viktor landing a hit on Adonis which he blocked and still went back into the ropes. It was clear that Viktor put his strength into every punch. You watched Viktor back up as Adonis swung,recognizing the baiting tactic as the men moved around the ring. The bell rung as Viktor landed a right hand,the fight hard to watch after just starting.

You watched as Viktor and Ivan traded words,watching Viktor's face contort in anger and determination. Viktor continued to dominate the fight in the second round,you and Bianca on your feet as Adonis fell into the ropes. Adonis struggled to stand,making the count. Soon you watched as Viktor landed two hard right hands to Adonis' rib cage,hearing the rib crack from where you stood. Viktor yelled in triumph as Adonis fell to the ground and yelled in pain,you hoped Adonis would realize that Viktor held the upper hand and the fight would only get worse.

You watched Viktor come out swinging,the ref having to direct Viktor to his corner when Adonis landed a right hand. Duke crossed words with Adonis,soon throwing Bianca a look of defeat when the man refused to quit. Your eyes wandered to Ivan yelling something to Viktor,the man panting and his face contorted in rage as he walked to the center of the ring.

Viktor continued to hit Adonis with his all,landing another strong hit to his rib cage. You watched in horror as Adonis fell to his knees and Viktor swung again even after the ref called it. Your heart raced as you made your way to the ring,shoving people out of your way as you reached Adonis and began to look him over. You felt his broken ribs,the man not stirring at your touch.

"Call 911."You directed,feeling his faint pulse as you tried to awaken the man.

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You were with Bianca as the doctor informed her of Adonis' condition,a nurse informing both of you of a visitor.

"Dad."You whispered,hugging him quickly.

He hugged Bianca after,whispering to her softly.

You watched from the door as Rocky spoke to Adonis,the young boxer becoming upset quickly. You knew Adonis' pride was strong,your heart breaking when his words clearly hurt your fathers feelings. You left with him,hugging Bianca as an apology.

You agreed to go with your father back to Philly,asking him to wait in the lobby as you packed your bags. You made sure to collect all of your belongings,walking out to find Viktor talking to Ivan in the hallway. He moved to follow after you as you pushed the button to the elevator only seeing Ivan hold him back when you turned as the elevator doors shut.

Your father tucked you into his chest as you walked out of the hotel,the reporters yelling questions at the two of you as you got into the car. The train ride to Philly allowed you time to sit in your thoughts,nothing becoming clear the more you thought about things.

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Time passed and you watched a fight Viktor was in,the interview that followed making you shiver. They talked about his loss which Viktor corrected as a disqualification,the Russian declaring a challenge to Adonis yet again. Max Kellerman asked him about his involvement with you,Viktor only answering by saying that there was nothing to tell and he was focused on his wins. You sighed as you turned the TV off,clearing up your coffee table.

Days later you had finished up your last shift of the week at the hospital,glad to be helping out in the ED as they were short staffed. You were a general surgeon,enjoying the days in the OR but there was something about the chaos in the ED helped you forget about the chaos of your own life. People had finally stopped asking about your involvement with Viktor,now resorting to whispering when they thought you couldn't hear.

You had various candles lit around your apartment,a glass of wine on your coffee table. You frowned at the multiple nail polish colors you had set out,your self care routine interrupted by a knock at your door.

"Coming!"You yelled,sighing as you wondered who could possibly be at your door at this time of night.

You shivered as you pulled the door open,gasping when you looked up to find the large man standing at your door. He waved,a shy look on his face.

"Viktor."You whispered,chewing on your lip nervously. "What are you doing here?"

"I need you."He said,hands in his pockets. "I have no one."

"What happened? Are you okay?"You neared him,looking him over quickly. You could tell he had something heavy weighing on his mind,feeling for the large man who was clearly torn.

"Can we talk?"He asked,smiling when you looked at him with concern.

"Yeah."You nodded,opening the door wider for the large man to step through. "Come in."

The large man made your small home feel even tinier,his eyes looking around the dark room that was mostly lit by the candles.

"I interrupt?"He asked,following you to your living room.

"No,just having a little self care night."You shrugged,turning to him.

"Self care?"He parroted,his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah,helps me relax."You gestured to the masks you had used and the lotions you used for a self foot rub after you finished doing your nails.

He nodded,walking up to a picture on one of your shelves. It was a picture of you with your dad in the ring at Mickys gym,you were only about 4 when your mother took the picture of you "training" with your father.

"Very cute."Viktor pointed,turning to you with a smile.

You smiled back,offering him something to eat or drink to which he refused. You gestured for him to sit as you resumed your pondering over what color to choose. He sat next to you,the large man clearly tense.

"Whenever you're ready,I am listening. I just can't decide on a color."You looked at him from the corner of your eye,watching him remove his coat.

"I like."He pointed to a light pink you had on the table,nodding when you picked up the little polish.

"Then it's settled."You hummed,leaning against the arm of the sofa to begin painting your toes.

Viktor grabbed the bottle and pulled your foot into his lap,tilting his head as he focused on painting your nails. "I never tell anyone about this. But I trust you."

"Okay."you nodded,trying not to smile at the image of the large boxer painting your toes a pink color that he had chosen.

"After my father lose fight to your father,"He began,slowly moving the brush to ensure he painted your whole nail. "Things between him and Ludmilla were not very good."

"Ludmilla? Your mother?"You guessed,the name familiar in your household when discussing the aforementioned fight.

"Yes."He nodded,moving on to another nail when he deemed the last one perfect. "She leave him when kicked out of Russia,leaving both of us."

"I'm sorry."You frowned,watching him focus at the task he was currently doing.

He shrugged,continuing with the paint. "I don't see her in years,but few days ago we have dinner in Russia with some people. She is remarried,only appear now after so long."

"And how did you feel when you saw her?"You asked,allowing him to switch to your other foot.

"Angry."He said simply,dipping the small brush into the paint. "Angry,these people turn back to my father now after all this time. Now that I fight and earn my own way they want to be there,like leeches."

"And you're angry at her too."You pointed out,watching his lip raise.

"Yes."He said simply. "I don't know her,she is stranger to me. She abandon me."

"And your father."

He nodded,his pace a little faster now that he was more comfortable. "I hate to see him be with them,we don't need these people. Only there for convenience."

"I understand."You nodded. "Have you ever thought of telling her why you're angry at her?"

He paused,pondering your question as he examined his work. "What good will do?"

"There's a belief."You said simply,placing your feet flat on the floor. "Anger expressed,is anger extinguished."You grabbed the miniature looking nail polish from his large paws,placing it on the table. "You can't carry all of this anger with you forever,you should at least talk to your father. He should know how you feel,you care about his feelings and want to protect him from these people too."

"How I do?"he asked,watching you look at your newly painted toes.

"Very good."You smiled. "Want to become my nail tech?"you asked.

He smiled,playing with his fingers. "I never do that before."

"There's a first time for everything."You nodded,grabbing your wine glass. He watched you sip the wine,seemingly not able to look away from you. "Want to try some?"You asked,not sure if the disciplined fighter drank alcohol.

He nodded,taking the glass from your hand. His left hand cradled the back of your head and pulled your lips to his. You pulled away from the kiss,eyes shut at the feeling that ran through your body.

"Very good wine."He hummed,placing the glass on the coffee table.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes,the Russian boxer pondering your words as you cleared the table and put things away. He watched you move about,enjoying the comfort he felt in your home. Something about the place actually feeling like a home and the warmth not only from the fire, his gaze soft when you shyly sat next to him again.

You rubbed the back of your neck,leaning away from the large man. He watched you silently,tucking your hair behind your ear. You leaned into his hand,the Russian pulling your legs into his lap.

"You finish your self care?"He asked,his thumb stroking your calf.

You cleared your throat and reached for your lotion,the large boxer taking it from your hands and silently beginning to rub your feet. You relaxed at the soothing of the tension of being on your feet for over 12 hours,Viktor silent as he thought over your last words.

"You think I should talk to her?"He asked,rubbing your feet gently.

"If not her,talk to Ivan. For you,you see people who turned their backs on your father over something that wasn't that detrimental. But to Ivan,this might feel like a chance to win back the things he lost."

He pondered your words for a few minutes,continuing his massaging of your feet and legs as he thought in silence. "That doesn't invalidate what you feel,Viktor. You're feelings aren't wrong."

"How you so smart?"He asked,his hands rubbing higher and higher on your legs.

You shrugged,allowing the large man to kneel between your legs. He rubbed his nose against yours,large hands gripping your thighs to pull your legs around his hips. "Why I feel this way for you?"

"What way?"You whispered,arms wrapping around his neck.

"Happy,trust,free."He whispered back,leaning down to kiss you again.

After a few minutes he sat back up,settling you on his lap. You pulled at his shirt,pulling away to pull the tight shirt off of his body. He leaned against the back of the couch and let you do as you wish,your hands landing on his pecs to steady yourself.

His sparkling eyes met yours,large hands gripping your hips tightly. He noticed your hesitation,thumbs rubbing your hip bones gently. "We can stop."He said softly,moaning when you pulled him into a passionate kiss.

"I don't want to stop."You whispered,pulling your shirt over your head. The Russian kissed your neck,hands sliding up your back and unclasping your bra.

"So beautiful."He whispered,tossing your bra to the side. The man reveled in your moans,burying his face straight into your chest. He paid equal attention to each of your breasts,his own hips thrusting up to meet the roll of your hips.

The large man stood and tightened your legs around his thick waist,following your directions to the bedroom. He laid you carefully on the bed,his eyes tracing your entire body. He pulled at your shorts and pulled them off in one tug,quickly hurrying to rid himself of his own shorts when you pulled at them.

The Russian started with methodical kisses at your neck,a slow path down your body makes whispers of his name fall from your lips in breathless moans. He kneeled on the floor,hitching your legs over his shoulders he placed a soft kiss on your wet pussy before diving right in.

He growled when you raised your hips,making note of what it was that pulled the biggest reaction out of you. He flattened his tongue,the thick appendage and the way the man used it to bring you to the edge of bliss. Your hands came to his head,pushing him closer at the feeling of your orgasm nearing.

His large hands gripped your thighs tightly,his tongue lapping at your wetness. He groaned when your nails scraped his scalp lightly,smirking when your moans got higher in pitch when he slid a thick finger inside of you and sucked on your clit.

"Viktor."You panted,legs tightening around his head. "Fuck I'm close."

He sucked on your clit gently,not stopping his onslaught of pleasure. He felt you tighten around his finger,his broad tongue swiping up and down sensually. He made sure to lick up every last drop of your cum,leaving you panting heavily when he pulled away.

"You okay,malyshka?"He leaned over you,licking his bearded lips and still tasting your sweetness.

"Mmhmm."You hummed,eyes shut in bliss.

The large man plopped next to you in all his naked glory,his hazel eyes just watching you lay in bliss. "So beautiful."he twirled a long strand of your hair around his finger.

You opened your eyes to see him already looking at you,a softness in his gaze. You pushed his chest softly,the large man falling onto his back as you wanted. He let you climb on top of him,watching you trail kisses down his sculpted chest. He moaned when he felt your tongue trace up his chest from the bottom of his abs.

Your small hand wrapped around his thick length,stroking him slowly. You kissed his neck softly,nipping at his skin gently. Mapping a trail of kisses down his sculpted chest to his hard length you watched him through hooded eyes as you placed a soft kiss on the head of his dick. His hips jolted,large hand buried into your dark locks when you licked the tip slowly.

"Please."He whimpered,his pleading look causing you to smirk.

"You look so pretty when you beg."You teased,stroking his thick length slowly. "Do it again."

"Please,I need you."He begged again,a soft pout on his lips.

The confidence that you exuded at that moment made his head spin,the man feeling breathless at the feeling of you touching him. If he thought you were beautiful and sexy before, the way you took control now made him see it even more.

You gave in to the man's pretty pleas,slowly taking his thick length into your mouth. His low moan when you swirled your tongue around the head of his dick was the sexiest sound you ever heard,your hand working what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly,the man using his grip to guide your mouth up and down the way he wanted. When you started to take more of his length into his mouth and suck harder he growled,toes curling when he felt he was close to his orgasm.

"Malyshka."He whined,growling when you fondled his heavy balls and almost made him cum right there. He used his grip on your hair to gently pull your mouth off  his length,his large hands cradling your face gently. "I need to feel you."

He helped you climb on top of him,his hands resting on your hips as you reached over him to grab something from your drawer. His eyes fell on the condom packet you held up,a coy smile on your pretty lips.

"Make me yours."You whispered,leaning down to bite his lip gently.

The large man flipped you over,growling into the kiss when your nails dug into his biceps. You were too lost in the feeling of his tongue delving into your mouth to notice him put the condom on,your eyes opening when you felt his tip at your warm entrance.

"So tight,malyshka."He groaned into your mouth,slowly inching his thick girth in.

He pulled away from your lips to press his forehead against yours,eyes shut tight in concentration. Your nails dug into his broad back,legs tightening around his hips when he bottomed out. The pleasure of being filled outweighed the burn of the stretch,it had been so long since you'd been with someone and even longer since someone made you feel this good.

"Viktor."You whined,nails scratching red fiery lines down his muscular back. "Please."

"Please what."He teased,nipping your bottom lip gently. He smirked when your answer died right on the  tip of your tongue,a deep moan coming out when he slid out of your tight entrance and slowly slid back in.

The large man built a slow and sensual pace,gradually speeding up when your moans slowly grew louder. He loved the way your moans grew louder when he picked up speed, his hand squeezed your thigh and raised your leg higher on his hip. You moaned when his hand slid up your body,large hand coming to lightly squeeze your neck.

He watched your eyes flutter shut,watching your teeth bite your bottom lip in pure pleasure. He loved the way you trusted him with your pleasure,his hand applying the pressure you craved so perfectly.

You could barely focus on the words he whispered as he continued his deep sensual thrusts,his pace slowing drastically to slowly roll his hips into yours. His thumb traced your bottom lip softly,a low groan leaving the man when you gently sucked on his thumb.

"My little minx."He smirked,wet thumb stroking your lips softly and smearing your spit across them. "You drive me crazy."

He trailed his lips against your jawline and down your neck,the roughness of his beard brushing against your soft skin making you burn deliciously. With your arms and legs secured tightly around the large man you rolled the two of you over so you straddled him,left hand cupping his cheek.

"More."You whispered,pulling him forward to taste his lips once more. You rolled your hips in a sensual rhythm,biting his lip gently when he gripped your hips to help guide your movements.

He sat up,large hands splayed out on your back. You leaned your forehead against his,nails digging into his strong back. You noticed him controlling his moans,not appreciating the way he tried to avoid making any sounds.

"I wanna hear you."You whispered,tilting his head back to look him in the eye. Your tongue traced his lips,smirking when a deep moan left the large man.

With each movement you felt the bliss of orgasm closer and closer. His moans and yours blended into one beautiful melody,tongues meeting in an infernal dance. You were too lost in the pleasure you were being given to even hear the ringing phone,Viktor ignoring the familiar ring of his phone to focus his attention solely on you.

You felt Viktor's hands everywhere a burning trail of heat following wherever he touched. The large russian planted his feet on the bed,large hands moving to hold your hips in a tight controlling grip. His low growl when he felt you tighten around him made you tremble,your orgasm impending.

"Cum with me."You pulled him closer,chests touching but not feeling close enough to the large man. "Together."

He growled,pulling you impossibly closer. He rolled the two of you over,your head landing on your pillow. Viktor grabbed your knee tightly,the large man bending your leg forward so your knee touched your chest. Your nails dug into his broad back,his thrusts hitting just the right spot every time without fault.

You both came together,a low growl of your name falling from Viktor's perfect lips. You could've cum just from that sound alone,your hands cupping his face to make him look you in the eyes. His hazel eyes met yours,the man swallowing your moan when he planted his lips on yours.

You held onto him tightly,enjoying the warmth that came from his body. He leaned his arms next to your head,his nose nudging yours gently. You smiled softly at him, thumbs stroking his cheeks softly.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"He whispered, beginning to pull away when he felt he was leaning his weight on you too much. You tightened your legs around his waist, keeping him right where he was.

"I'm okay,everything's perfect."You pecked his lips quickly,watching his cheeks tinge pink.

"It is."He nodded, pulling you closer before rolling onto his back with you on top of him. You rest your chin on his chest,watching him quietly.

He ran his fingers through your hair, turning to look at you when he felt your eyes on him. He smiled when your eyes met,the man looking very much at ease.

"You look more relaxed."You observed, fingers tracing indiscernible shapes on his chest.

"It's not only because of this."He slid his hand down your side,rubbing your side gently.

"Then what is it?"You asked.

"It's you."He pulled your leg over his, squeezing your knee softly. He leaned down to kiss you,a laugh interrupting the kiss when his stomach growled.

"Hungry?"You sat up,reaching for the clothes the two of you left on the floor. You slid your panties on followed by his shirt,tossing him his boxers after. He laughed and slid them on, sitting on the edge of your bed. You stepped between his legs,hands cradling his face while his gripped your hips. "Come on."You kissed him quickly, turning and walking out of your bedroom.

The giant man followed after you, the sight of him leaning down when he crossed your door making you giggle. He smiled at the sound of you laughing,grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling lightly. "What's so funny?"He questioned, your hands landing on his pecs.

"You're so big."You said simply, biting your lip.

"I thought you like that?"He cupped your ass boldly, squeezing the supple flesh.

"I love it."You whispered seductively,biting his lip gently before pulling away and walking towards your kitchen. You looked through your fridge, only finding the steak you had pulled for tomorrow's dinner.

The Russian boxer sat at your table after insisting you didn't have to make him anything and you waving him off, watching you cook wearing his shirt only. You served the steak with some asparagus and potatoes,enjoying his surprised look.

"Smells delicious."He said as you sat across from him and poured two glasses of wine. He cut into the steak, moaning at the taste when he took the first bite. You watched him eat, enjoying the relaxed and comfortable vibe between the two of you.

He offered you bites of the food, the two of you sitting in a comfortable silence as he finished the meal. You picked up the plate when he finished, ignoring his insistence on cleaning up. You washed the plate quickly, leaning into him when he pressed against your backside.

His hands slid up your thighs,pushing his shirt up as he appreciated your soft skin. Your eyes fell shut when he moved your hair over to your right shoulder and his lips planted kisses on your neck.

"Still hungry?"You smirked, pressing your ass into him.

"For you? Always."He answered. He spun you around,wrapping your legs around his waist as he planted you on the counter.

You moaned when his tongue delved into your mouth,his grip tight as he pulled you as close as possible. Your hands slid up his strong arms,sliding up his shoulders,then to his neck. You sighed in bliss when he pulled away and kissed his way down your neck,choosing a spot to lightly suck. Your nails lightly scraped his scalp when he moved to a sensitive spot on your neck,groaning when you heard a phone ring again.

He groaned in annoyance when he recognized the sound of his phone,already imagining who it was. He slid the bottom of his shirt up slowly,long fingers sliding against your smooth skin.

"You should answer it."You whispered,index finger tracing down the chiseled lines of his chest.

"No."He pouted,kissing your fingertip as it traced his lips.

"Go."You nodded towards the loud ringing,pushing him lightly. You hopped off the counter when he gave in,watching him walk towards his phone.

You made your way to your couch,plopping down as he walked back with the miniature looking device in his large hands. "Everything okay?"You asked,pulling your knees to your chest as he sat down next to you. The large man took up so much space,essentially dwarfing everything that he held or sat on.

"My father."He shrugged,placing the phone on the coffee table.

"He doesn't know you're here,does he?"You sat up,nervously chewing on your lip as you thought back to the last conversation you had with the father of the man who currently sat on your couch.

"No."Viktor answered,watching you curiously. "What's wrong?"

You looked away from his intense gaze,not wanting to discuss the conversation in which his father told you you were no good for Viktor and that you should stay away from him.

"Tell me."Viktor pulled you close,index finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"He won't like that you're here,with me."You whispered the last two words,his eyes staring back into yours pulling the words from you. "He told me to stay away from you,that I'm no good for you."

Viktor felt his blood boil,the thought of his father yelling at you and screaming how you're no good for him making him angrier by the minute. He pulled you into his lap,the large man dwarfing you as he cradled you into his chest. You placed your hand on his chest right over his heart,meeting his intense and passionate gaze that made your own heart race.

"He was wrong."He said simply, his simple three words making you melt into his touch. "I wish I didn't have to go back."He sighed, dreading what he would find when he returned home.

"You need to buy a plane ticket."You moved to grab your laptop, helping him secure a early flight out before deciding it was time to go to bed.

"So is it safe to say that you will stay the night?"You said softly, hand sliding down his chest and then grabbing his large hand.

"Do you want me to?"He asked, smiling when you played with his fingers.

You nodded shyly, meeting his intense gaze. He enjoyed the way you were suddenly shy around him, nothing at all like the confident seductress he saw earlier in  your bedroom. "Stay."You whispered,holding his hand tightly.

"Of course."He assured,allowing you to stand and pull him up and after you to your bathroom. He accepted the new toothbrush you offered him,watching you perform your night routine for bed and reveling in the mundane action of getting ready for bed was simple yet he enjoyed it so much.

You enjoyed the way the large man took up almost the entirety of your mattress,climbing in after him and pressing your smaller frame right against him. He hitched your leg over his,arms wrapping around you when you laid your head right over his heart. You heard the steady beat of his heart,the sound making you smile.

"You're so warm."You hummed,cuddling into him more. He ran his fingers through your hair,eyes shutting when you let out a sigh of relief.

"I have never done this before."He said softly,eyes shutting when you rubbed his chest softly. You smiled at his words, fingers pinching his chin and turning him to face you.

"Good."You said plainly, kissing him briefly.

"Good?"He asked, brows furrowing.

"Yes,I don't want you to do things like this with anyone else. Only me."You smirked, laying your head back on his chest.

"I don't want to do things like this with anyone else."His thumb rubbed your cheek, hugging you closer. "Only you."

Your hand resumed rubbing his strong chest,wandering to his tense and hard shoulders. He groaned when you rubbed and kneaded the tense muscles.

"You gave me a massage."You hummed,straddling the broad man. You smiled at him when his hands grabbed your thighs,thumbs rubbing the smooth flesh. "Only fair I return the favor."You leaned over and grabbed a lotion,waving it coyly.

"You can do whatever you want to with me,"He grinned,enjoying the thought of your hands on his body. "I'm all yours."

You froze at his words,heart rate picking up tenfold. "You mean that?"

"I do."he affirmed.

You bent down to kiss him,his hands sliding up to cup your supple ass. You moaned into the kiss at the feeling of him softly kneading your firm rear,the boxer taking advantage to slide his tongue past your spread lips.

You pulled away panting,labored breaths mixing with his. "Roll over."You climbed off of him,watching him comply with no hesitation.

Climbing the large man once again you put some lotion on your hands and got to work,kneading the man's tense and strong muscles. He groaned under your small hands loosening his tense muscles,a shiver traveling down his spine when your hands slid down his broad back.

You sat on his firm butt,hands working on his lower back. His low moans when you continued massaging his back made you flashback to the earlier moments the two of you shared right there in your bed. You cleared your throat and focused at the task at hand,moving back up to massage his arms.

Little by little he relaxed further and further,your hands moving to massage his strong arms. After a while you rubbed his tense neck,feeling the large man become more pliant with each pass of your hand. You heard his soft snores a while later,leaning over to find the boxer sound asleep.

You smiled,kissing his cheek softly before moving over to your spot in the bed. You laid your head on your pillow,back facing Viktor as your eyes shut at the peacefulness that fell over the two of you. Your eyes opened when you felt him roll over and wrap his arm around you. Viktor pulled you closer,face buried in the crook of your neck as he pressed closer against your back. You smiled and shut your eyes,quickly falling asleep in the warmth of his embrace.

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The next morning you slid some sweatpants on,keeping Viktor's t shirt on as he instructed. You watched him slide his hoodie and coat on,you mirroring the man's actions. You drove through the cold Philly streets,sighing when you finally arrived at the airport.

You walked in with him,fingers wringing at the thought of not seeing him again. He grabbed your smaller hands,pulling you close to him. It's like he knew exactly what ran through your mind,the same fears plaguing his thoughts.

"I want you to call me,everyday if you want."He said softly,hands cupping your face.

"I don't have your number."Your brows furrowed,words dying on the tip of your tongue when he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

"Of course you do."He smirked,leaning his forehead against yours. "I will see you soon. No goodbyes."

"No goodbyes."You affirmed,pulling him in for one last kiss.

"You call."He repeated.

"Everyday."You nodded,smiling at him softly when he turned and walked towards his terminal.

Your shoulders slumped watching him walk further and further away,wanting nothing more than for him to turn back and decide to just stay with you. A sliver of hope rose in your chest when he turned,part of you expecting him to walk right back towards you and tell you to go back to your home with him.

He waved before continuing on,you watching him until you couldn't see him anymore. You turned and made your way to your car,fighting the urge to cry the whole ride home. You successfully made it to your home without crying,stripping down to just the t shirt of his you wore before crawling into bed.

You scrolled through your phone finding the new contact you had no idea how it got into your phone.

Viktor.

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