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jonathan majors just got arrested for assaulting and strangling a woman and she has pictures and evidence and was hospitalized from what he did to her, and half of twitter is reacting with either "oh no but he's so sexy!!!!!! they need to clear this up because i want to fuck him!!!!!!" or "but what will m*rvel do about kang?????" celebrity culture needs to die NOW
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The Outlaw’s Embrace
𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Jonathan Majors as Nat Love x Black!Fem Reader
𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢 ➛ Smut, semi-fluff
𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ The Harder They Fall
𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 2.6K
𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ When Nat Love shows up after another one of his travels, you give him the cold shoulder. Although, you know as well as he does that you can’t stay mad at him. Hell, you can barely resist his smile. But you won’t make it easy for him…
The sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the dusty streets of Deadwood as the familiar creak of leather and jingle of spurs announces the arrival of a lone rider. Nat Love, the notorious bounty hunter, guides his horse to a halt in front of a weathered apothecary shop. He dismounts, a confident swagger in his step, and pushes open the creaking door.
Inside the shop, he spots me, my back turned as i carefully measure out herbs. I barely glance at the door towards the visitor. I continue my work, wanting to finish up before I tend to anyone. Nat clears his throat, his eyes fixed on the assortment of dried plants and glass jars that lined the shelves. “Need somethin’, ma’am,” he drawls, a hint of mischief in his voice as he picks up a jar of medicine. My fingers hesitate for just a moment, then resume their task with practiced precision. I know that voice, even after all this time.
Without turning around, I respond curtly, “Can’t help you if you don’t ask.”
He takes a step closer, his presence filling the small space. “Might be I need a little… healin’, Doc.”
I finally turn, my gaze meeting his with a cool detachment. He stands at the counter, towering over me as he watches me. “You might be needin’ more than that, from the looks of you.”
Nat chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. “You still not talkin’ to me?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of softening. My expression remains steely, my lips forming a thin line.
“I reckon I’ve got nothin’ to say.” I reply, my tone icy. He leans against the wooden counter, studying my face.
“You know, darlin’, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” I meet his gaze with a flash of defiance.
“I’ve not been keepin’ track of time.” The tension between us is palpable, a silent battle of wills that echoed through the apothecary shop. We stand there, locked in a familiar dance of push and pull, the weight of our shared history hanging heavy in the air.
As the moments stretch on, Nat’s gaze softens, a flicker of regret in his eyes.
“Y/n,” he says, his voice gentler now, “I didn’t come here to stir up no trouble. Just… needed to see your face.”
I hold his gaze for a beat longer. I lean in so that our faces are inches apart, then turn away, my hands resuming their work. “Well, you’ve seen it. Now what?”
Nat sighs, a mixture of resignation and longing in his expression. He knows that winning back my trust wouldn’t be easy, but he is willing to try. The wild frontier had a way of bringing people together and tearing them apart, but perhaps this time, they could find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them.
"You fixin' to make a purchase, Mister? If not, reckon it's time to mosey on." I quipped, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Might be I’m lookin’ for a remedy to deal with a stubborn woman,” Nat shoots back, a playful glint in his eye.
“You’ll need more than a potion for that, cowboy.” I scoff, turning back towards him and crossing my arms. Nat’s eyes stay on me, his eyelids low. His spurs click against the widen floorboards as he makes his way around the counter, closing the distance between us.
“You always did have a mouth on you, Y/n. But you know, a sharp tongue won’t keep me away.” His eyes have a seductive glint in them. I meet his gaze, unyielding.
“Guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?” I retort, tilting my chin up as if to raise a challenge. Nat’s expression turns determined, a challenge accepted.
“You’re just beggin’ for trouble, ain’t you?”
“Trouble’s my middle name, Nat. Don’t you forget it.” I remind him, causing him to quirk his eyebrow. I defiantly do the same, a smirk playing at my lips. The air between us thick with tension as we stare each other down, daring the other to fold. Although, underneath all this bravado, there’s an undeniable chemistry that neither one of us can deny. He is, in fact, right. I can’t stay mad at him forever.
“Well, darlin', if you're gonna give me trouble," Nat grins, "then I reckon I'll just have to show you who's boss."
As the sun dips below the horizon, the last lights of the evening shine across the shop. Nat and I stare each other down, not giving in. After what seems like an eternity of silence, he finally leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that is as fiery and defiant as I am. In that heated moment, I allow myself to be carried away, my bratty facade melting into the raw intensity of our connection.
Nat's hands find their place on my waist, his fingers pressing into my hips as he draws me closer to him. Our kiss is fervent and intense, a clear reflection of the magnetic pull between us. I wrap my arms around his neck, lightly grazing his lower lip with my teeth.
Nat lets out a soft moan against my lips, his hand gliding up my thigh to caress and grip one of my cheeks through my bloomers. Soon, he firmly holds both of my thighs, lifting me up, intensifying the kiss. Our desire is palpable as we move clumsily towards the stairs.
As we reach my room, he playfully throws me onto the bed. His hat lands beside him as he nonchalantly discards his jacket and unbuttons his shirt. Meanwhile, I effortlessly shed my clothes down to my undergarments.
Nat's gaze intensifies as he watches me undress, his heart racing with anticipation. He throws his shirt to the side, unveiling a sculpted chest and defined abs. His bulge is prominent as it strains against the fabric of his jeans. He leans me back into the bed, hastily removing the rest of my clothes as he gazes upon my dripping wetness. He doesn’t waste any time and presses his mouth to my pussy, causing me to gasp with pleasure. His tongue slips between my lips, lapping up all of my juices.
Nat takes his time, licking and slurping at my folds, using his tongue to probe and tease my clit before moving to the entrance of my pussy and thrusting his tongue inside of me. His hand’s grip remains firm on my thighs as I buck into his mouth.
“Oh, sweet Jesus, Nat~” I moan as my fingers knot into his hair. Nat groans into my crotch, loving the way I'm falling apart. He continues to lap at my folds and thrust his tongue deep inside of me, his other hand moving to grope my breast.
"That's it, baby girl. Keep calling my name." With every flick of his tongue, my release builds more and more. Feeling my body tense up beneath him, Nat increases the intensity of his actions. His tongue fucks my pussy relentlessly while his fingers pinch and roll my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
"I'm gonna make you cum so hard," He remarks as he keeps one hand on my hip to hold me down. I squirm and writhe as the my climax reaches the breaking point. My moans fill the room as I squirt into his mouth, drenching his beard as well.
Nat groans around my swollen clit, his mouth filled with my sweet nectar. The taste of it drives him wild, his cock twitching in anticipation.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," He husks. I pant heavily as I lay back onto the bed, coming down from the high. But he has no intentions to give me the luxury of rest.
Without breaking eye contact, Nat slowly pulls away, his mouth still full of my juices. His eyes stay on me as he pulls down his britches, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He reaches down and grabs hold of his bulging erection, positioning it at my entrance.
“Ready for more, darlin’?” He teases. I bite my lip as I watch Nat stroke himself, his tip pressing against my entrance. My silence earns me a firm smack on my thigh, causing me to yelp in response.
“Where all them words from earlier, lil lady? You ain’t seem to struggle with words none when you had all that sass earlier.” Nat gives me a smug smirk as he sees my change in attitude. I gulp nervously, feeling the heat of his gaze on me. My mind goes blank as I try to think of something to say.
"I... I want you to fuck me." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. Nat chuckles darkly, his hand moving to grip my thigh roughly.
"That's more like it," Nat grins, his cock now rock hard and leaking precum. He continues to rub his cock between my folds, his tip getting slick with my juices. I whimper softly as the anticipation is killing me. I move my hips towards him, hoping for him to slide inside me. Nat clicks his tongue at me, smirking as he shakes his head. "You seem a mite impatient, don't ya?" He asks, causing me to groan as I grip the sheets.
“Nat, plea-” With a swift motion, Nat slams his cock deep inside me, filling me up instantly. A high pitch gasp emits from my lips as his girth stretches me. He groans loudly, bracing himself against the wall as he begins to pound his hips against mine. I cry out as he fills me so completely, my body aching with need. Nat's rough lovemaking sends shivers down my spine; it's both painful and exhilarating. The headboard bangs against the wall in rhythm with our grunts and moans. It’s as if all this time apart allowed our lust and longing to build and it’s all being released at once.
The more he hammers into me, the louder my moans become. I bite my bottom lip hard, trying to stifle some of the sounds but failing miserably. Nat's hips are like pistons, driving him deeper and harder into me. My body starts to adjust to his size, and I feel myself growing wetter around him. I clutch at his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin lightly.
"Fuck, Nat," I pant, "You so big." With a smirk, Nat leans down and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue dives deep into my mouth, tangling with mine as he goes deeper with each powerful stroke. I cry out, moaning into his mouth as the pleasure builds up inside me, my legs shaking with each movement. Nat's thick cock feels like it's hitting all the right spots, driving me crazy with need and lust. I arch my back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a primal dance of desire. The headboard is starting to creak under the force of our passionate lovemaking.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my orgasm building up rapidly. I try to match his pace, meeting each of his thrusts with a sharp gasp or moan.
"Nat," I gasp, "I'm close—!" My legs shake unsteadily as I try to maintain my balance under the onslaught of his passionate lovemaking. I can feel him getting closer, the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive nub with every thrust. He makes his reply by growling lowly as his fingers dig into my hips, thrusting even harder. The pain is dizzying and I find myself tearing at his back with my nails as I don’t hold back my screams. A slew of unintelligible words and whimpers fall from my lips as Nat drags his teeth across my neck, sucking hard on the skin.
“Cum for me, baby," he demands, driving his cock deeper still. And just like that, I'm lost in a whirlwind of pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Nat!" I scream, my body shuddering violently as wave after wave of orgasm washes over me. Nat follows quickly behind, his powerful thrusts becoming erratic as he releases himself deep inside me.
“Unngh...," Nat groans, collapsing onto me. His weight is heavy, but I welcome it, savoring the closeness we share in this moment. Our chests press against each others as we come back down to earth, our heartbeats matching.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I nuzzle his neck, my lips brushing against his soft skin.
"Damn, girl," Nat pants, rolling off of me. He wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand and smirks at me. "That sure was a wild ride, sweetheart. Seems like you had a lot bottled up beneath them layers." He teases. I roll my eyes, giggling a bit.
"Well, I reckon I wouldn't have been so bottled up if a certain cowboy hadn't hightailed it outta here." I retort with a sly smile. Nat laughs and pulls me close to him, his muscles cradling me gently. He plants a kiss on my forehead and his hand runs down my side, resting on my ass cheek. He sighs softly, looking at me with low eyelids.
“Y/n, I’m here to stay, I swear on it.” He tells me, giving me a reassuring half smile. I return the smile, wanting to believe him, but deep down I know it ain’t the truth. A man like Nat can never stay too long. I know as well as he does that he’s got unfinished business.
My hand runs up and down his muscled bicep as I enjoy the time I have with him. It’s a cycle with us. Nat Love has to leave to go do what Nat Love does. I stay here, going on with life as I patiently await his return. He comes home eventually like nothing ever happened and it seems like he’ll actually stay this time, but something always comes up. It’s only a matter of time until-
*Knock knock* goes the front door from downstairs. Nat and I both sit up, instinctively reaching for our guns on the nightstand. Nat pulls on his pants and shirt while I put on a night gown that reaches my feet. We slowly make our way down the stairs, guns pointed as the banging at the door comes again. Nat steps in front of me, inching towards the door.
“We closed this time ‘round. Come back in the mornin’!” I call out towards the door.
“Y/n? It’s Bill Pickett, is Nat with you?” He asks through the door. Nat and I lower our guns and he gives me an apologetic look that I already know the meaning of. Nat sighs and opens the door.
"Bill, you sure do have the worst timing known to man." Nat chuckles, half smiling. Bill looks between us, realizing what was going on.
“My apologies, y’all was making sex. I hate to interrupt but you gots ta see this.” I glance at Nat, knowing what’s next. He turns towards me, giving me a sweet, longing kiss, before giving me his signature smile.
“I gotta go see what’s up, Y/n, but I’ll be back before you know it.” He promises, and I smile wryly. He gives me one last kiss on my forehead, before heading out the door, putting his hat on and riding off into the night with Bill Pickett. I know as well as he does that it could be a while before I see him again. But, still, I’ll wait. He has my heart and I know I have his, he will come back. I know it…
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𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 | 𝖕𝖙. 2
𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Jonathan Majors as Dame Anderson x Black!Plus-sized Reader
𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Smut
𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ Creed
𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛4.2k
𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛After not hearing from Adonis for a week, you realize that, maybe it really was just a fling. So, you decide to get your mind off of him. And the one who just so happens to be there is Dame…
𝔞/𝔫 ➛Y'all thought the first one was wild? Well, get ready for this next one, hehe.
𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 ➛ @cardi-bre91
I'm out with my girls on a Saturday night, turning up in a club. I was thrown ass on my girl, Ari, and my other girl, Liyah, is recording and hyping us up. We're all tipsy, enjoying ourselves as the music bumps loudly in the background. I don't usually go clubbing, but when I do, it's to get my mind off of something. And tonight I wanted to forget about my disappointment with men.
See, I'd recently been hooking up with this guy, Adonis Creed. He's a famous boxer, but that wasn't why I was interested in him. I truly enjoyed being around him. He gave me a touch of passion that made my body quiver. But all good things come to an end, don't they?
Enough about that. Tonight is all about getting drunk and forgetting about all my troubles. As I sway my hips against my friend, giggling as we dance the night away, I feel eyes on me. Men are staring, their gazes burning with desire. I smirk and ignore them, but I do enjoy feeling wanted. Under the glow of the neon lights, I dance the night away, as Liyah and Ari cheer me on.
Taking a break, we make our way back to our table, giggling and carefree.
"I can't believe you can move like that in that dress, girl." Liyah chuckles as she slides into the booth. I laugh as I slide in after Ari, laying my head on the table.
"Girl, ion even know, but that shit was movin'!" I reply.
"You shoulda seen all the guys you had drooling over you." Ari adds and I shake my head.
"Hey, I'm tryna get my mind off of guys tonight, remember?" I remind them and Liyah rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, we know." She takes the bottle from our table and downs the rest of it.
"Liyah, seriously?" Ari asks disapprovingly.
"What, girl? There was barely any left." Liyah raises her hands in defense. I giggle and stand up, a bit tipsy but still able to function.
"Chill out, I'll go get us some more drinks." I say, sliding out of the booth. "Be back before you know it."
"How 'bout I get you ladies another round?" I hear a deep, sexy voice rumble from behind me. As I turn around to see who it is, I come face to face with a tall, handsome man looking down at me with interest. I recognize him as the current heavyweight champion, Dame Anderson. I know he and Donnie had a bit of a falling out and that they were preparing for a title fight. I'd only ever heard about him through media, but we've never actually met. So I have no idea what he's doing here, talking to me.
"Holy shit, is that Damian Anderson?" Ari slurs in surprise and he smirks at her.
"The one and only, but y'all beautiful ladies can call me Dame." He winks at them and then his eyes shifts back to me. I have to stop myself from biting my lip at the sight of him. He's a total stud— ruggedly handsome with an intense gaze and a muscular frame. My friends look at me with anticipation, sensing the attraction between us.
"That's very kind of you, Dame," I purr, looking up into his eyes daringly. "But we can't have you paying for our drinks all night. We might end up owing you in return." Damian cracks a lopsided grin.
"That' doesn't sound all that bad to me." he says, leaning in a little closer, talking over the music. The scent of his cologne wafts over me as he continues to speak. "I'm pretty sure there are plenty of ways you could pay me back." He says, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh yeah? How?" I ask with a bit of challenge, stepping closer to him. My friends giggle girlishly as they watch. A confident, yet sly grin spreads across Dame's face as he leans in to whisper a low, suggestive response in my ear.
"How 'bout a dance?" As he pulls back, his eyes linger on me for a moment longer before he glances at my friends and looks back at me. "Whaddaya say, sweetheart?"
"Sure, why not." I respond, not having to give it much thought as I move past him, towards the bar. "And it's Y/n, by the way." I correct him, looking him up and down. A flicker of surprise crosses his eyes as he bites his lip, turning to follow me.
"Y/n," He repeats, testing out the sound of my name on his tongue. Although, something about the look in his eyes says that he already knew what my name was. After we stop by the bar and order a round for my table, we head out to the dance floor, the bass from the speakers vibrating through the room.
As we get to the dancefloor, Dame pulls me close to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. Mine instinctively wrap around his neck and our bodies move in sync to the music. Our bodies mold together perfectly, his hard planes against my soft curves. As we dance, he whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck.
"You know, you really caught my eye earlier, Y/n."
"Is that so?" I ask, gazing up at him as I grind my hips against his, causing a low groan to escape from him.
"Yeah, you did." Damian replies as his arms tighten around me for a moment before relaxing again. "I know you was fuckin' with Donnie. you've been on my radar." He smirks, leaning in a bit closer. I raise an eyebrow at him, somehow not surprised he's known about me.
"So what? You just been stalking me?" I inquire, causing Dame to chuckle at my response.
"Nah, just keeping an eye on who's eyeing my rival." He says, his eyes not leaving mine. "I had to know for myself what the fuss was about." I roll my eyes and turn away from him, feeling him press against my back as his hands migrate to my hips.
"It ain't like I'm his girl or anything," I say as I grind my body against his, feeling his grip on my hips tighten. His eyes follow the movement of my body, appreciating the way my curves fit against him.
"Good. Cuz I ain't really the sharing type" Damian smirks down at me.
"So, you only want me cuz he had me at some point?" I turn in his arms and he pulls me in closer.
"Oh, there's plenty of reasons why I'd want you, sweetheart." His eyes trail over my body for a moment before meeting mine again. "And if it happens to piss off my rival, that's just the icing on the cake."
His words send a spark of excitement through my body. Damian wants me and he isn't afraid to show it. This man, with his intense gaze and powerful presence, is hungry for me, and it makes my desire for him grow stronger. I can't help but bite my lip as his gaze pierces through me.
A part of me wants to at least be offended by him basically using me for his games. Although, the other part of me, the part that likes to live on the edge, doesn't give a fuck. I do what I want and who I want. And who I want right now is Dame. I smirk as I place my hands on his chest, pulling him close enough for me to whisper in his ear.
"You're gonna get me in trouble." A sly grin spreads across his face as I speak.
"Oh, I think you can handle it." He responds, his hands running up my sides, lightly touching my soft skin through my dress. "In fact, I bet part of you likes a little bit of trouble."
"Mm, you think you know me?" I ask teasingly as I lean in close to his face, looking at him through my lashes. He leans his face even closer, our lips nearly touching.
"I know enough." He admits with a smirk, his hands gliding over my hips. "And I know you like that I want you, even if it's to get under Baby Creed's skin." He chuckles softly. "But that doesn't mean I don't actually want you." His eyes lock on mine, a mixture of desire and challenge burning in his gaze. The world seems to slow around us as our bodies sway to the music.
"What exactly is it you're proposing?" Dame slides one hand around to the small of my back, using the other to gently tilt her chin toward me. Our faces are inches apart, and his eyes hold a mix of hunger and playfulness. A cocky smirk crosses his face as he answers my question with a low, gravelly voice.
"How 'bout you come find out, sweetheart?" He challenges. I decide not to waste any more time on words and I pull him towards me, crashing my lips into his. As our lips meet, it's as if a spark ignites between us. Dame responds to the kiss with a fierce intensity, our mouths moving against each other hungrily.
His large hands roam over my body, pulling me closer as he devours my lips. The sounds and lights of the club fade away as I lose myself in the moment, the taste and feel of him fueling my desire. My breath hitches as he bites my bottom lip, demanding more.
We break the kiss after what feels like both seconds and an eternity. I look into his eyes and they're dark with desire and a bit of challenge. Damian leans in close to my ear and whispers with a chuckle, "Let's get out of here. I want you all to myself."
I don't need any more convincing. Taking his hand, we make our way out of the club, waving to my girls as my heart pounds with anticipation. The night air is cool on our skin as we walk, the city lights illuminating our path. During the ride to his place, he keeps a firm, possessive grip on my thigh that sends tingles to my core. As we arrive at his luxury apartment building, Dame guides me inside, our bodies feeling electrified with desire.
As we step into the elevator and the doors close behind us, he gets a ravenous look in his eye. He presses me against the wall, my back coming in contact with the cold metal as his large frame presses against me. His mouth crashes into mine in a hungry kiss, his hands traveling to grasp either side of my ass. I ball my hands into the fabric of his shirt, moaning into the fiery kiss.
A low groan escapes Damian's lips as I pull him deeper into the kiss, our tongues tangling in a dance of desire. My body is on fire, the tension between us palpable. As the elevator reaches his floor, he reluctantly breaks the kiss, leading me into his penthouse apartment.
Our lips aren't parted for long as he lifts me up by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, claiming my lips in another heated kiss. The feeling of being manhandled by this ruggedly handsome man sent sparks of excitement through my body. My heart races as he walks slowly towards the living room, his lips never leaving mine. He lays me down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, the dancing flames casting an erotic glow over the room.
Dame gazes down at me, chest heaving. "Damn, baby. You feel even better than I imagined." He growls, his fingers tracing my curves. His eyes are dark with lust as he takes in the sight of me sprawled out beneath him.
I run my hands up his muscular arms, biting my lip coyly. "Well, you ain't seen nothin' yet." I purr, rolling my hips against him. A low groan rumbles in his chest as he dips his head, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck. His large hands slide up my thighs, bunching my dress up as he goes.
"I plan on seein' and feelin' a whole lot more." He murmurs against my skin, teeth grazing my sensitive neck. I shiver with anticipation, my hands moving to grip his shoulders as he continues his sensual assault.
Damian's fingers hook into the delicate fabric of my panties, his intent clear. I arch my back, silently begging him to take what he wants. This is what I came here for - to be devoured by this confident, powerful man. And I have a feeling he's more than ready to oblige.
His eyes darken with pure lust as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly dragging them down my legs. "That's it, baby. Let me see all of you." He growls, voice thick with desire. His gaze rakes over my exposed skin hungrily, drinking in every inch.
With one swift motion, he tugs my panties all the way off, tossing them aside. His calloused palms glide up the silky smooth skin of my thighs, parting them slightly. "Fuck, you're gorgeous." He murmurs, pure want radiating from him. Lowering his head, his stubble-lined jaw grazes the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.
"Dame..." I breathe, fingers threading into his short hair. He pauses, eyes flicking up to meet mine.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm gonna take real good care of you." He promises in a low, raspy tone before burying his face between my legs. I gasp with pleasure, my back arching a bit as the feeling is more intense than anticipated.
Damian's expert tongue swirls and licks, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my body. I let out a desperate moan, my fingers tightening in his hair as I arch into his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Dame..." I gasp against his talented ministrations. He hums in approval, the vibrations sending tingles through my core. One of his large hands grips my thigh, keeping me spread open for his voracious appetite.
Just when I think I might come undone, he pulls back slightly, gazing up at me with lust-filled eyes. I whine as I gaze down at him.
"You taste so goddamn good, baby girl." He growls, voice rough with desire. Before I can respond, his mouth is on me again, creating a suction of pleasure around my clit.
My toes curl and my back arches as the coil of pleasure tightens within me. Dame's skilled tongue and lips push me higher and higher, the world fading away until all I can focus on is the mind-numbing sensations he's drawing from my body.
"Holy shit, holy shit!" I exclaim as I come undone faster than I intended, squirting forcefully into his mouth. I had expected to make a huge mess all over the carpet, but Dame laps up every last drop eagerly, savoring my sweet taste. His eyes flutter shut as he drinks me in, relishing the sounds of cries of ecstasy.
When I've finally ridden out the last waves of my climax, he pulls back slightly, gazing up at me through hooded eyes. His lips and beard glisten with my arousal, and he licks them slowly, not letting a single drop go to waste.
"You taste so fucking good, baby." He growls, his voice raspy. His large hands caress my trembling thighs as he repositions himself, settling between my legs. "And I'm just getting started."
With that, he leans back down, his face disappearing between my thighs once more. His tongue delves deep, stroking with a single-minded focus on my pleasure. One of his hands moves to my sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in firm, sensual circles.
I squirm and squeal under his touch as he holds me in place, keeping me from fleeing. "You can't run, sweetheart. I'm gonna make you come again and again and again." His words only serve to fan the flames of my desire and I know I'm in for a long night.
I can't make an intelligible response as I'm overstimulated, my hips bucking and my nails digging into his harms, drawing blood.
"Damian-" I gasp, my mind clouded. "It's- It's too much!" I manage to say, my body no longer under my control. Dame pauses, his intense gaze shifting to one of mischief.
"Too much, huh?" He murmurs, his strong hands stilling my shaking thighs. A devilish smirk spreads across his lips. "Don't worry, babe. I know just how to take care of you." With that, he shifts his position, strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me up onto his lap. Our bodies are pressed flush together, his clothed length evident against my sensitive flesh. One hand tangles into my hair, tugging my hair back gently.
"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," he whispers, his warm breath fanning across my neck. "Just let me take control." His lips find mine in a searing, consuming kiss, swallowing any protests I was about to make.
As the kiss deepens, his other hand caresses my body, igniting sparks of sensation. A guttural groan rembles ing Dame's chest as he feels my arousal soaking through the fabric of his pants. He breaks the fiery kiss, dark eyes smoldering with desire as he drinks in the sight of me flushed and panting in his arms.
"Mmm, you're so fucking wet for me." He husks, one hand trailing down my side to grip my hip possessively. "I bet you're lacking to feel me inside you, aren't you?" His hips roll up, pressing his hardness against my slick heat.
Unable to form a coherent response, I whimper and nod desperately, my body betraying just how badly you crave his touch. Damian lets out a low, satisfied chuckle.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you exactly what you need." With that, he pulls his shirt off, exposing his large, defined muscles. I don't get much time to take him in as he quickly unbuckles his pants and lifts me effortlessly, positioning me over his throbbing length. Slowly, torturously, he lowers me down, stretching and filling me in one smooth motion.
The feeling is indescribable, a perfect blend of pleasure and sweet, delicious pain. I let out a strangled moan, my nails sinking into his broad shoulders as I savor the sensation of being so completely and utterly full.
"Shitttt~ Take me just like that, baby. You're doing so good." Damian praises, his voice strained with restraint. His hands grip my hips, guiding my movements as I start to ride him with desperate, rhythmic motions. I whine with desire as I stretch around him. This feels different than with Adonis. Donnie could barely push all the way into me with how long his cock was. Although, Damian could fill me just right. Not only that, his girth was thicker. I look down, watching myself slide down onto his length as I let out a high pitched moan.
"Please, please, please~" I beg with desperation as I pull his chest against mine, my brows knit together in ecstasy. Dame groans, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips.
"Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, baby." He growls, his hips snapping up to meet my motions. I yelp as he fills me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. I can feel the coil of pleasure tightening once more, only spurring me on further. "Ride me like that, baby. I wanna feel you come undone on my cock." He whispers.
I press down and grind against him, his cock straining against my walls. Damian's eyes darken with pure lust as he works his cock deeper inside me, thrusting his hips up with more force. His hands slide down to where we're joined, his calloused fingers finding my sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubs firm, sensual circles, eliciting a strangled cry of pleasure from my lips.
"Dame~" I Whimper, my walls fluttering around his impressive girth. "I'm so close..." He let's out a feral groan, his tempo increasing as he chases both of our releases.
"Come for me, baby." He demands, his teeth grazing my neck as his arms tighten around me. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning my head back as I bounce on his dick, my tits finally falling free of my tight dress. Damian's mouth latches onto one pert nipple, sucking on it with an insatiable hunger.
I let out a strangled gry of pleasure, my nails raking down his back as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me. Dame's cock stretches and fills me perfectly, each movement sending electric shocks of bliss ricocheting through my body.
"I- I'm gonna~" I don't finish my sentence as I gasp loudly, my movements becoming frantic and erratic. He matches me, his thrusts becoming more deep and punishing as his mouth crashes into mine. My vision whites out as the most intense orgasm rips through me, my body convulsing in Dame's arms. He swallows my cries of ecstasy as he continues to move within me, drawing out every last aftershock of my release.
"That's my girl," he praises, his voice strained with his own impending climax. He continues to rub relentlessly at my clit and I can do nothing but become putty in his hands.
"Dame!" I squeal, biting my lip hard as I try to take it.
"That's right, baby. Say my name," He says lowly, his thrust becoming harder and random. He pulls me flush against him with each punishing thrust until the tension within him finally snaps. With a guttural groan, he spills himself deep inside me. His hips stutter and jerk as he rides out his climax, his grip on me bordering on bruising.
As I feel his warmth fill me, I can't help but sigh heavily, laying my head on his shoulder. Damian lets out a deep, contented sigh as I lay my head on his shoulder, our bodies still intimately joined. As I pant heavily, he gently brushes a stray lock of hair from my face.
"That's right, sweetheart. Just relax." He mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. HIs arms wrap around me, holding me close as the last tremors of our shared release subside.
"You did so good." Dame breathes with a note of awe in his voice. "I mean, I knew you'd feel incredible, but you've just... You're a goddess." He says as if he's just realizing now that he's met an angel in disquise.
"That was…" I start, unable to find the words. He chuckles warmly, pulling me close against his chest as his fingers trace soothing patterns along my spine. He softens inside me, pulling out slowly as he lays me down on the couch. Standing up, he goes leaves the livingroom briefly. My body relaxes as I lay on the couch, waiting for him to come back.
Damian returns with a warm, damp washcloth and gently cleans me up, his touch tender and caring - a stark contrast to his earlier intensity. As he wipes away the evidence of our shared intimacy, something stirs inside him.
He'd only known about me, because I was seen with Adonis. And, honestly, he only went after me to get back at him and throw Donnie off of his game. But seeing me like this, all he wants to do is take care of me and treat me right.
There was something so wrong about this. He'd slept with many women before and he had plenty of women still lined up that wanted him badly. After all, he's the champ. But as he gazes over me, my beautiful form on the edge of sleep, he can't help but feel something. He doesn't know what it is, but it's definitely not something he's felt with anyone else.
His hand comes up and brushes against the soft skin on my face. He pauses slightly as he wrestles with the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him. Something about me has reached past his carefully constructed walls, and Dame finds himself wanting - no, needing - more than a simple one night stand.
But he pushes those thoughts aside for now, focusing instead on savoring the moment. Once he's finished cleaning up our mess, he tosses the cloth aside and gathers me into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. His fingertips trace feather-light patterns along my bare skin, sending pleasurable shivers through my body.
"I could hold you like this all night," he murmurs, dropping a soft kiss to the top of my head. "But I'm sure you're exhausted after that." I nod, my cheek pressed against his chest as I melt into him. The corner of his mouth turns up as he caresses my curves.
"Why don't we get you cleaned up and into a nice hot shower, hm? Then we can go to bed." He suggests, a loving look in his eye.
"Can we do that?" I ask, looking up at him wearily as my voice is barely above a whisper. His gaze softens as he looks down at me.
"Of course, baby." He scoops me up effortlessly, carrying me towards the bathroom as my head rests against his chest. The care and tenderness in his actions makes my heart flutter, and I can't help but wonder, where this is going to go. But I push that thought to the back of my mind as I just want to enjoy the moment.
I'm about to go on a rant so if you're not in the mood for that. Skip over this.
So Jonathan Majors has been dropped from Marvel. And I have a lot of pain coming with this because I absolutely love Marvel, but the fact that there have been so many people hired by Marvel with allegations against them for DV, with a troubled past. Have done things...I can't get behind that; I can't—all the evidence shows that this man was innocent, and you just dropped him like that. My morals and my principles won't allowed me to. This man is not even going to jail. If anything, he can appeal the guilty verdicts, pay the fines, etc. This is really not a big deal. There shouldn't have even been a trial. In any other state, those charges would have been dropped because they're misdemeanors. None of this feels right to me, and like I said: I love Marvel. Had been a fan for the longest time. But I can't keep supporting them.
So much love and appreciation for what you just said. Since yesterday, I've been watching many YouTube channels supporting Jonathan from the beginning, and we all said the same thing. They've been wanting to drop this man from day one. Not only am I salty with the black community, but I'm salty with the black celebrities (except Anthony Mackie and Spike Lee, who were the only ones to say something) who never open their mouths to show one ounce of support. Everybody quickly ran to Chris Pratt and Brie Larson's defense over something stupid, but fuck Jonathan for being the victim, right.
I'm about to go on a rant so if you're not in the mood for that. Skip over this.
So Jonathan Majors has been dropped from Marvel. And I have a lot of pain coming with this because I absolutely love Marvel, but the fact that there have been so many people hired by Marvel with allegations against them for DV, with a troubled past. Have done things...I can't get behind that; I can't—all the evidence shows that this man was innocent, and you just dropped him like that. My morals and my principles won't allowed me to. This man is not even going to jail. If anything, he can appeal the guilty verdicts, pay the fines, etc. This is really not a big deal. There shouldn't have even been a trial. In any other state, those charges would have been dropped because they're misdemeanors. None of this feels right to me, and like I said: I love Marvel. Had been a fan for the longest time. But I can't keep supporting them.
I get she’s a white woman so that’s sketch, but niggas abuse white women too. Abused women will sometimes do anything to keep their abuser, including chase them down. It’s a toxic relationship from both sides, yes, but y’all acting like that man is innocent and it’s honestly disheartening because I didn’t think you’d be one to have this sort of opinion.
Now in a few years when Meaghan comes forward talking bout his bullshit, don’t say nothing then.
I've been on several jurors as an adult, my step-sister is a lawyer, I've grown up with an abusive step-father (whose ass I beat when I was ten) and I've helped a few friends escape abusive households. I've been watching this case from Day 1. I'm very clear that Black men abuse women all the time. ALL men have the potential to be assholes behind the scenes in real life. The femicide rate is ridiculous, and trust, I rarely cape or coddle Black men. My opinion is based on looking at the evidence and applying it to what the NY law says. In my opinion he should've been not guilty on the first 3 charges. The 4th charge is sketchy because the NY law uses language that states pushing or shoving anyone away from you can be construed as harrassing someone (even if you are pushing them away to get away from harm yourself).
Lemme get even clearer with you.
I listened to the audio that was supposed to show him being abusive to Grace Jabarri. As a grown azz Black woman, all I heard was an upset partner telling his woman not to come home drunk and bring strangers back to their home and disturbing the peace there. He didn't yell, scream, curse her out, throw anything, or beat her up. He didn't use "I" language (which a controlling and self-centered person would use). He said us/we/our. He said they were working on a plan together and she was not playing her position as a supportive person who he also wants to support. Her crying sounded like she had never in her life been spoken to about her poor behavior. I know folks got their jokes off about the Michelle Obama/Coretta Scott King thing, but what I heard is that he admired the partnership those women had with their husbands and that's what he needed from her.
Clearly, they had a toxic relationship and both seem to be dealing with trauma (she's always drinking & popping pills to sleep...he's thinking about killing himself --because of work, life, who knows-- and not coming back home to her because the relationship is hurting him so much. Grown folks argue and fight and get feelings hurt. He hurt her feelings because he communicated effectively what he needed from the relationship...something we want all men to do. He said not to embarrass him out here with her behavior, esoecially in such a high profile and stressful job. My question would be, why is she secretly taping him when the gist of said audio proves nothing abusive? A Black man can't have standards, boundaries, and expectations in a partnership? He clearly states they were building together. He loved her and wanted better from her. That's a problem? Because I know if a woman said that to her partner, I would feel the exact same way. I've told ex boyfriends that, and I've been talked to by ex partners when they were upset. Sometimes I cried. Sometimes I said 'Yeah nigga, you right. Lemme get my shit together. I was trippin' my bad." If that was the only audio evidence of abuse, that does not justify him being guilty of anything.
Now for the text messages. The salacious handling of the redacted and out-of-context texts look awful on the surface. But, since I've been following this case closely (and again, I've had to look at stuff like this before on jury duty) I've had to look at the texts that mainstream media put out through that lens. Neither one of them specify what actually happened. There was no "Nigga you hit me upside my head and threw me down the stairs" form her, or "Baby I'm sorry I slapped the shit out of you and knocked you in the head". Yeah it's concerning to read him worried about her going to the hospital, however, we don't know why she wanted to go. Did she attack him again (like she did trying to snatch his phone--which she admitted to in court) and maybe hit her head on something because he pushed her away again and she stumbled? Did he throw something on the wall and it shattered and hit her by accident? (I'm not saying throwing things is a good look, but it's a better outlet than smacking someone). Again, we don't have the entire text thread, we have no context of what was happening, and she never said on the stand "He hit me then", and...according to the news, she testified that he had never struck her before in their relationship. So whatever happened that day in 2022 when she came home drunk with a stranger and he broke up with her and threw her stuff out, which happened over a 2 day period (hence why there was audio of him telling her about doing better for their partnership---that she scretly recorded), is there really proof beyond reasonable doubt that he hit her and that's why she wanted to go to a hospital? We don't know and speculating over evidence is a cause for reasonable doubt, or at the very least taking into consideration that we don't have the whole pictyre of that incident that has nothing to do with the case he is being tried for.
Let me give you an example of another case where text/audio have to be explicit.
Tory Lanez talking to Kelsey. I abhor that man but, if I were on the jury and they played the audio of him talking to Kelsey, I couldn't convict him of something that isn't said. Tory and Kelsy were talking about the night Megan got hurt and not one time (at least with the clips I heard, I could be missing full audio) did either of them say he shot Megan. They talked about that night being wild, crazy...yadda yadda. I love me some Meg, but as a jurists, that audio sounds like a bad hangover night and some friends argued over some shit and feelings were hurt and life sucks. Luckily, there was more concrete evidence that proved different.
Everyone is going to have a difference of opinion on this case. I am biased to a point because I hate to see another talented Black actor fumble. (We've lost to many these last few years for various reasons) Does this mean I don't support DV victims or cape for Black men no matter what? Chile, please. I'm the last person to do so. I just personally feel like it's scary to think a person can do everything in their power to leave a volitile situation, run blocks, stay at a hotel, find threats of suicide on their texts, call for help to break down a door, and then call 911 to seek assitance, and then have to go to trial on some misdeamonor charges that many legal experts find troubling anyway.
It was a trash relationship that ran its course. They both need therapy and healing, love and support from their respective family and friends.
One more thing. The last thing I'm going to do is trash Megan Good. I don't know their relationship. As for your snippy remark about not saying anything if Megan Good comes forward with something. I'm grown enough to change my mind with new information. I'm not the type to want an "I told you so." Clear-headed logical adults do that when new things are presented that prove otherwise. Megan has agency, and she's a mature woman who has seen a lot go down in the biz since she's a child. She'll be okay no matter what happens to their relationship in the future. Is it a PR stunt? I don't know, but it ain't my business.
There was too much reasonable doubt in this case and it is troubling to me and a lot of other people with male loved ones who could face this type of charge also trying to flee. They jury essentially split the baby, found him not guilty on the intent charges and blasted him on the lesser ones with the tricky harrassment language. Unfortunately, most people not watching the case closely will only see "He's guilty of Beating Her!" when the charges really say that he shouldn't have picked her up and put her back in the car. That's considered putting hands on her.
Just my two cents. (And don't get me started about there being not one Black man among the jurors. The prosecution struck all Black men from sitting on that case. No peers that looked like him.)
Peace be unto you this holiday season.
My Final Thoughts…
*excuse the grammatical errors*
This is the result of trying to force something that God doesn’t have in store for you. The moment he saw that she wasn’t on his level he should’ve chunked the deuces. The moment he realized they weren’t equally yolked he should’ve closed that door. The moment he knew she wasn’t following the plan, he should’ve called the relationship off. But no he was so desperate for love that he was willing to settle with her and now look. Im sure she still has a career while his is in the toilet. All of his hard work, his talent, his accomplishments, just overshadowed by one night.
Curse me if you want. Harass me if you want. Call me out of my name. Please exemplify the abusive behavior you accuse Majors of having. I don’t give a f**k because deep down inside I don’t believe that he’s an abuser. She said out of her own mouth that he’s never abused her before that night. And all I saw that night was him shoving her back into a car after she was harassing him for his property. As someone who has survived physical, emotional, and sexual abuse throughout the years, for me to believe that he’s this abuser people claim him to be, I will need to see some evidence. And I’m not talking about out of context texts with the alleged victim’s messages redacted (so prosecution can paint the picture they want). I’m not talking about an alleged illegal audio recording that proves nothing but he expects her to act accordingly in public instead of a drunken fool. I’m not talking about alleged exe’s who made claims under anonymity without proof (btw isn’t it weird that the person who claimed to have spoken to them people and convinced them to go to Rolling Stone deleted all tweets mentioning it 🤔). I’m talking about hard 👏🏾 core 👏🏾 evidence 👏🏾 that speaks for itself. And I have yet to see that. Not because I’m a fan. Not because I don’t believe women. Not because I don’t believe victims. But because it hasn’t come out yet. If it even exists. And until then I’m going to continue to support Mr. Majors, and whoever doesn’t like it can just keep scrolling. Simple.
It’s going to take time but it’s not over for him yet. I pray he gets help for his traumas. And honestly, even though I don’t like the fact that Grace pretended to be unconscious after admitting in text to her friend that she didn’t remember how she got her bruises but the moment she saw police she lied and immediately accused Majors; or how she used suicide as a manipulation tactic to keep a man who was allegedly cheating; or how she lied and said she was afraid of him even though she chased him for blocks, assaulted him, used his credit cards, and refused to leave his penthouse. I pray she gets the help she needs. There’s a reason she drinks a lot, a reason she’s codependent on a partner and I hope she heals from whatever trauma that has plagued her.
Judging by his attorney’s words, I sense an appeal coming. And I fully support that. I also believe that nothing and no one can stop what God has planned for you. With that being said, Jonathan Majors will be just fine.
All I’ve asked during this time is that people wait for him to have his day in court, and even though I disagree with the verdict, I understand that we have our own opinions so now it’s fair game 🤷🏽♀️. To the Tumblr bloggers who I’ve gotten close to on this topic, don’t be a stranger 🤗
I'm about to go on a rant so if you're not in the mood for that. Skip over this.
So Jonathan Majors has been dropped from Marvel. And I have a lot of pain coming with this because I absolutely love Marvel, but the fact that there have been so many people hired by Marvel with allegations against them for DV, with a troubled past. Have done things...I can't get behind that; I can't—all the evidence shows that this man was innocent, and you just dropped him like that. My morals and my principles won't allowed me to. This man is not even going to jail. If anything, he can appeal the guilty verdicts, pay the fines, etc. This is really not a big deal. There shouldn't have even been a trial. In any other state, those charges would have been dropped because they're misdemeanors. None of this feels right to me, and like I said: I love Marvel. Had been a fan for the longest time. But I can't keep supporting them.
‘Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania’ cast play Superlatives
Seventeen | Superlatives
Kathryn Newton & Evangeline Lilly talks of Jonathan Majors
Who is most like their character in real life?
“Jonathan Majors.. he’s like Kang, he’s sensitive, he’s really powerful. I didn’t expect it but Kang the Conqueror has some undertones of vulnerability and that’s why he’s such a good villian”
Who is the loudest cast member?
“Jonathan”
“He is so loud but his energy, it brings everybody up. I think what he’s doing is creating a space almost so that we can perform”
“Creating a space that we all can enter into together”
“He’s the loudest but also in a way, the softest”
So glad I got to see this today this was phenomenal 😁👏🏾
Well, the Results aren’t in... But I’ve already seen who’s won.
KANG THE CONQUEROR!
I genuinely thought you guys would want Mattheo! But I am really happy that you chose Kang! I’ve been inspired to write a Kang series by these amazing writers:
@gh0stsp1d3r @im00flynn @afghrodite @jonathan--majors @ebrysteria @cozykali @murkylake @soriseerakyra @namor-is-the-way @togrowoldinv @inklore
Please check out their posts on Kang because they are SOOO GOOD MY GOD! But once the final results come into place, it will be official. But thank you for all that have participated and you’ll soon have part one! Maybe sometime during Sunday, or Monday, because I have to go back to wedding preparations soon.
I love you all and please stay safe!
I’m his what?
(I’m fast forwarding the part where Hope saves Scott, they shrink the core. Because I have to get to the juicy Parts!)
Part 3:
Janet told you to stay with Hank. Of course, you didn’t listen.
You hide behind a rock as you peek to see what was happening.
“WE HAD A DEAL!” Scott yells. The man in green and purple armor grabs the core out of his hands without even moving. “He’s like me!” You whisper. Scott and Hope start to attack him but he throws them out of the way. A sense of yearning makes you want to run and hug him. You didn't know him, but you... do?
Kang stops talking as he senses your presence. "Sweetheart?" He questions. You freeze. "You can come out sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you." He says. You stand up trembling. "Y/n, my love." He says, walking over to you. "I don't know you." You say. Kang freezes again. He didn't believe it. Even though MODOK said so, he didn't believe him.
"You have to! Sweetheart!" He shakes you and raises his voice. You whimper. "Stop you're scaring me! Please stop!" Kang stops. He rakes his gaze over you. You were still his wife; she just wasn't there. His loving, doting wife. The woman he's destined to be with, his sunlight, his star, him. She was gone.
"YOU CAN'T BE GONE!" He yells and you flinch. He sinks to his knees and for the first time in his (everlasting) existence, he cried like a baby. "You can't be gone." He sobs. You were all he wanted, all he needed. That was all. His wife, the love of his life gone? Hell, he wanted his existence to end. He wanted everything to end.
You kneel down and wipe his tears away. "It's okay." You whisper. You didn't know this man, hell, you were terrified. But you wanted to wipe his tears, you wanted to. A connection that you felt but didn't remember, but felt. Then, you feel lips press on yours.
Your eyes widen as he kisses you. You stay frozen, and memories start flooding in. Someone pulls you away from his grasp. Janet. She pulls you behind her. "Stay away from her!" She says. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Kang shouts. "The right thing to do. You're a monster Kang." "A MONSTER?" He laughs. "THERE WOULDN'T BE A MONSTER IF YOU HAD LET HER STAY WITH ME!" He shouts. He places his mask on and Janet stiffens. This was it. She was going to die.
"Nathan?" You say. Janet's eyes widen in horror as Kang's mask disappears. "Y/n?" He says. "Nathan!" You try to run toward him but Janet pulls you back. "Mom?" You say. "Don't go to him." She growls. "Mom! It's okay!" You say.
“You cannot trust him, Y/n! He’s not who you think he is!” Janet yells. “DON’T LISTEN TO HER!” Kang yells, his eyes flaring blue. You flinch at his voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you sweetling.” He holds his hand out to you. “Come here sweetheart. Come on.” You take a step forward. “Y/n no!” Janet yells. Kang closes her mouth effortlessly. You walk up to him, and he takes your hand and presses his forehead against yours. “Let’s go home, shall we sweetness?” He says. "Yes." He pulls you into a passionate kiss, glad to feel your lips against his again. "I'll see you all soon." He says. And disappears with you, Jane crying out in anguish.
"We need to get Y/n and Cassie back NOW." Scott says.
PART FOUR IS COMING SOON! I'm watching Creed 3 tomorrow, so I might start a series on that with my Kang series. And for those who were requesting a Mattheo Riddle series, I am so sorry, but you had to vote on that. My Creed series won't have a poll. But for now in the future, I will have polls to decide whether or not to write a series from whatever I am interested in at the moment. But that doesn't mean that I will not write the series for Mattheo. And for my people requesting to get tagged, that will be at the middle or end of the series, because there is a LOT of you. I hope everyone stays safe and has a good day/ night/ afternoon!
Nuevo avance de 'Creed III', la primera película deportiva rodada con cámaras IMAX
Nuevo avance de ‘Creed III’, la primera película deportiva rodada con cámaras IMAX
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'Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania' llega a 17,5 millones de dólares en los preestrenos de taquilla del jueves
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Jonathan Majors arrestado en Nueva York por presuntamente agredir a una mujer; El actor espera "limpiar su nombre".
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Nuevo avance de 'Creed III', la primera película deportiva rodada con cámaras IMAX
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'Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania' llega a 17,5 millones de dólares en los preestrenos de taquilla del jueves
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