#major x jordan

[sukibenders]

Me: Hey, can I please have content for the poc characters on The Boys universe? Especially MM, Victoria, and Marie?

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[delopsia]

What about lewis's characters as cam boys? 🍑

Now, this is a real find 👀alright, it'll be good for the economy Contains: Rhett Abbott, Bob Floyd, Miles Miller, Jordan Weaver, Harrison Knott and Major Major

Rhett is the biggest slut on the site. He's best known for riding his favorite toys in an empty pasture or hurriedly fisting his cock in the front seat of his truck, but he's not above taking requests or playing with sponsored toys in his bedroom. He's the most active out of the bunch, taking advantage of his high sex drive to entertain everybody.

Aaaalways has that damn cowboy hat on; it's very rare to see him without it, and those chaps?? Fan favorite. He's been known to play up the whole cowboy thing, intentionally using Western slang, and he's practically trademarked the concept of riding toys/pretending his fleshlight is someone riding him.

Sometimes, if he's feeling horny and adventurous, he'll even ask his partner to come in and dominate him. Those are always a hell of an experience. You're the one that controls what they see of you, Rhett leaves those reins in your hands in your hands alone. If you want to hide yourself, then that's okay with him, but if you want your face right next to his, then have at it! He's thrilled to let everyone know what's his and who he belongs to.

Bob only films while wearing a little black mask. Everyone thought he was being quirky during the pandemic, but he simply can't film without it. His viewers can always tell when he's enjoying himself because those wireframes perched on his nose start getting all foggy. Stutters when he reads the live chat and visibly becomes red when someone suggests something even remotely dirty.

He's very, very vanilla, prefers to entertain folks who want to see him play with his cock, but every once in a blue moon, he'll treat everyone to the sight of him fucking himself on a thick toy. Always uses the fleshy/realistic ones, determined to make it look as real as he can get it. He plays into viewer requests very easily, if he sees someone ask him to reach down and play with his balls, then hey, that's what he's doing!

He'll let his partner join in if they want to, but it 1) takes him forever to tell you about this particular career choice (he's mortified about putting it into words) and 2) his viewers aren't going to see very much of you. Like he doesn't want them to see anything more than your hand on his cock; he's possessive like that.

Miles? The sweetest thing to ever grace a camera. Thigh-high stockings, plaid skirts, pastel pink and baby blue toys. He loves feeling comfy and cozy when he's intimate; everything has to be perfect and fit his chosen aesthetic! Such high production value for a man who's too shy to look into a camera. Please don't ask him to read the chat; he'll burn into oblivion.

Probably one of the most vocal out of the bunch. He doesn't say a whole lot, but he'll lay there in his bed, whimpering and mewling like it's the last thing he'll ever do. Is also very well known for how shaky he can get when he's close; it's such an obvious tell that his audience can guess when he'll cum.

He starts out solo, but it very quickly becomes something that Miles likes doing with his partner. He's just a little guy; please fuck his poor little ass until he's begging you to stop, spank him, ride him to the point of tears streaming down his pretty face, spit on him, pull his hair, and make him say something dirty to the viewers.

Jordan puts on a show. Like he's the only one of the boys who is gonna twirl himself around on a pole and put on a little performance before the fun starts. Has been known for the occasional workout tease live stream and fucking a toy in the bathroom after. He's got the widest variety of toys, fantasy dildos, fucking machines, brightly colored cock sleeves. Jordan is the guy to try anything and everything at least once.

He intentionally plays himself off as a dumb, air-headed twenty-something, and that makes it very easy to lure in donations. Some folks think they're paying enough to pressure or trick him into doing something they want, but they don't realize they're playing right into his hand.

Jordan is also the most on and off about letting you come on camera with him. Some days he wants to hide you from their greedy eyes, some he doesn't care, but he also loves having the spotlight on himself. It's a conflicting thing, but if you really want to join, then all you've got to do is remind him of the spike in donations that come in when he's got someone else to play with.

Harrison is...truly something. He knows that his viewers are there to oggle at his body, and he plays into that a lot. Tight-fitting clothes, filming right after a workout when he knows his muscles are still hot and swollen. He's even got an Amazon wishlist full of stuff that his viewers send him to wear.

Like Bob, he's got a preference to focus on his cock and occasionally his nipples, but sometimes he'll get into a mood where he'll finger himself while he jerks his cock in that big fist of his. Whatever he's doing, he's always in lighting and angles that compliment his build, biting his lip and looking into the camera like he's beckoning the viewer to come and do whatever they please to him.

If you're on camera with him, then he isn't even paying attention to the viewers. He. Does. Not. Care. What. They. Want, he cares about what you're doing, and that's it. Probably the most intimate out of all of them, fucking you exactly how he would in private or even letting you take control and split him open on that pink dildo that's been sitting in the corner of all his videos...did you know that he kicks his left leg when he's getting fucked?

Major Major is the biggest tease known to man. Strips for certain donation goals, says he'll use a certain toy when they hit a marker, but then turns around and entirely forgets once he gets there. He's a frustrating little guy, but he's got a charm to him that keeps reeling new folks in.

When he does follow through with it, it's a sight to behold, though. He babbles so much, regardless of what he's doing; his viewers got him to climb in his car's backseat and fuck his ass on a toy once, and it was on the front page for weeks. Mindlessly yammering about how worried he was that someone would see him, how this was a bad idea, but oh, oh, that feels good.

You know what it is he's doing, but if you want to join, then you'll have to ask because he practically forgets about it the moment the livestream ends. His content doesn't really change; he's still just as babbly, except this time, he has someone who will talk back to him and give him a bigger reason to ramble.

[noirsfantasy]

𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 | 𝖕𝖙. 2

��𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ 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 few weeks, 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 been hooking up with this guy, Adonis Creed, for the past few weeks. 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.

[whorhees]

Ghost from your past {Creed III}

Adonis x wife! oc x onesided! Dame

Description: Spoilers for Creed 3. Jade, Adonis, and Dame were all friends when they were teenagers. However, things changed when they all grew apart. Adonis and Jade were able to rekindle their love for each other and even start a family, they get revisited by a ghost that they’ve been trying to forget about.

Authors note: I’m mentally ill for these men so I wrote more self indulgent shit. I’m gonna see how many chapters I can string out, it’s pretty weird that I’m going in reverse anyways but who cares.

{face claim @/aerincreer on Instagram}

Jade sat in her window, staring out at the street.

It was about nine pm, and nothing good happens on the streets of LA past eight. But she was waiting for something, more like someone.

Just then, the lights of a car slowly pulled into view and stopped in front of her house. She grins, leaving her window seat to go downstairs. She tip-toed past her father sleeping on the couch and walked out the front door. She had to push open her gate so it wouldn’t make a loud noise if she punched in the code. Afterward, she ran up to the car and leaned in the roll-down window.

“What you sneakin' around for shawty?” Dame grins as he stared at the light skin girl. “I was just comin' by and seein if you were up. Don’t you got class in the morning?” “Both of y’all got class in the morning” She props her arm up on the window, glancing over at Adonis. He was always nervous to talk to her, even after all these years. “Hey Donnie, why so quiet?” The boy cleared his throat, shaking his head. “That’s funny coming from you. Didn’t you just start learning how to talk?”

Jade rolled her eyes. “Yeah, six years ago. Shut up. Where y’all rolling off to?” “My match,” Dame says proudly, tapping the bag that Adonis had on his lap. “I’m ready to win baby” “Ooh! Can I come? Please?” Jade smiles, leaning towards the back seat. “You said one day I can see your boxing matches, come on Dame!” “Nah Shawty” Jade frowns, her bottom lips forming into a pout. “Why not? C'mon, you promised!” “I know I did. I keep my promises baby, You’ll see me. Check it” Dame fully turns towards her, placing his hand on top of hers.

“You’ll see me, my face plastered everywhere. My name on them announcement posters like Mike Tyson, and, you’ll be there front row when I beat his ass. You and Donnie” Jade’s smile began to grow on her face. Her head cocked to the side, “You better not be lying. Because I still think it’s unfair that I can’t see you fight” Jade backed away from the car, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow”

“Bet. The same spot as always” He nodded, putting the car in drive. “Now sneak back into your castle Rapunzel” Jade flipped Dame off before sneaking back into the gates, locking them behind her.

Adonis looked at Dame, nearly having stars in his eyes. “..Cause one day, I’m gonna save you” He pulled away from Jade’s house and went into the main road. “You like her?” Adonis asked, staring out the rearview mirror. “…Something like that.” Dame turns to his friend and grinned. “When I make it, I’ll do my thing with you, bro. Scoop out some ladies, then settle down with her.

I have it allll planned out”

“Come on Honey and Blue” Jade walked out with dry towels as the twins climbed out of the pool. She promised them that on the first warm day, they could do so, but it was drawing close to the sun setting. “Your dad is going to be home soon” Blue removes his goggles. “Will I get to show him my picture I made today?” “Of course, after you take a bath” Blue grins and ran into the house to a bathroom. Jade turns to her daughter, quiet like always. She signs to her.

‘What’s wrong?’

Honey glanced at her, shaking her head. She moved closer to her mother and leaned into her. Now she got it, she missed Adonis. That’s all. “Don’t worry, he’ll be home soon” Jade picks up the little girl and took her to the bathroom.

Hours passed and Adonis wasn’t home, it was weird. He would usually call if he was going to be at the gym late. She sat on the couch with the twins, watching Blue’s favorite Tv show while honey curled up next to her. The front door finally opened and Jade stood up. “I’ll be back, Blue watch your sister” “Okay mama”

Jade walked down the steps to the front door, her arms crossed. “And where were you?” Adonis turns towards her, a smile on his face. “Baby-“ “I called you multiple times Adonis. You had me worried sick!” Jade playfully smacked his arm. “You aren’t gonna believe who I ran into” Jade tilts her head, her eyebrows knitted together with confusion. “Who?”

“Man…This place is nice…” Jade peered passed her husband, her arms dropping to her side and her eyes widened. “What’s up lil lady?” “Dame…?” He smiled, walking passed Adonis. “At least someone remembered me first. No bullshit” He held his arms out, looking at the woman. “What? No hug for me?” Jade had conflict in her eyes. “Yeah, of course!” She hugged the man, it was strange. Seeing him after all these years.

“And who are these little rascals?” Jade’s eyes snapped open and she pulled back from the hug. She turned around and stared at the twins who stood there, Honey held her brother’s hand who greeted the stranger with a hard unwelcoming stare. “Oh, Dame. These are the twins, Honey and Blue” “Twins…y’all had twins?” Dame crouched down to the height of the children, extending his hand. “Im Uncle Dame”

Blue looked at his parents, his glare didn’t falter. “You’ll have to forgive them. The twins aren’t too fond of strangers” Dame chuckled and stood back. “It’s cool, I would be lookin at a nigga weird if someone I aint know was in my house” Jade glanced at Adonis before walking over to the twins. “It’s bedtime babies, I’ll be up soon okay?” Jade moved Blue’s face gently to look at her. “Okay?”

“…okay” Blue took Honey’s hand and lead her to their shared bedroom.

“How is it possible that they both like you and Adonis? That’s just crazy” Dame turned back to the couple that stared awkwardly at him. “Dame, how have you been? Would you like some dinner?” “Oh please, I would love to” Dame took off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack near the door. “I’ve been cool, Just got out. Tryin' to get my PO off my back” “That’s good…” Jade led the two men to the kitchen, and the chef was finishing up the meal. “Yeah, how have you been Jade?”

“I’ve been okay” Jade moved to put the plates on the table for the three of them. “Got your modeling career off the ground? I had all your shoots when I was in the pin” Jade sat beside her husband. “Did you? I always look at my early work and cringe a bit” “Nah, you still look as good as the last time I saw you” Dame watched as the chef poured the food onto his plate. “Private chef, glass floors…yall really went all Hollywood huh” Adonis chuckled and reached for his fork. “Yeah, I guess you could say that”

“No really, you guys don’t come around the hood no more.” Jade sighed as she picked with her food. “Nothing is for us there anymore. Times changed Dami” Dame smiled, pointing his fork at the girl. “Not long enough if you still callin' me Dami. It’s fine”

It was a long awkward silence, mainly on Jade and Adonis’s part. They didn’t know what to say to the man, he felt like a stranger again. The boy they grew up with, someone they just locked away and tried to forget about…he’s here in their house. “So, what do you plan on doing now that you’re out?” “I want to get back in the game” Jade rose her eyebrow. “The game…As in boxing?” Dame smiled. “Yeah, Adonis promised to put me on”

Jade side-eyes her husband quickly. “Did he…” “I told him I’ll see what I can do” Adonis corrected them, stuffing his face full of food. “Okay,” Jade pushed her plate away. She suddenly lost her appetite but she decided to look at the two men. “You know you can always come to us if you need something” “You don’t need to worry about me, Jade. I’ll get it all together” Jade stood up and gave Dame another hug before going upstairs to check on the kids.

~

Jade sat on the edge of the bed biting her thumb, she couldn’t sleep. She was on edge, her heart ridden with guilt. The door creaked open and she turned her head, Adonis stood in the doorway. “Hey,” He came over and sat beside her, leaning his head on her shoulder. “God I feel so horrible” She mutters quietly. “I stopped writing him a few years ago around the time me and you were getting together, I just couldn’t-“ “Hey, Hey” He grabbed her shoulders, making Jade look at him.

“It’s not your fault…You did more than me” Adonis kissed her forehead. “I never even got any of his letters.” Jade took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright…What did you promise him?” Adonis rubbed the back of his head. “Dame wants a shot in the world league to get the belt” “What?” Jade said astonishingly. “We’re getting old, even you are retired! Dame wouldn’t even have a shot against half those young guys now” “Way to have faith in him” Adonis chuckled. “Faith? I’m being real.” “The man said he kept himself in shape, so we can see”

Jade fell backward on their bed, sighing. “Just…Don’t do anything you’ll regret. You…We don’t owe him that much just because we knew him” Adonis stared at his wife as she pulled the blanket on herself. “At least, that’s what I’m trying to tell myself. I’m gonna come by the gym tomorrow to see so myself” Adonis kissed her forehead, stroking her face. “It’s going to be okay…I’m going to check on the kids” Jade snuggled deeper into the blanket. “Mhm…Okay”

Jade tried to fall into a deep sleep, but her thoughts couldn’t help but linger on her old friend. I don't owe him anything, she tried to convince herself. He made that decision by himself, she reminded. But god, it didn’t help her from feeling less bad.

[freshthoughts2020]

[chaneajoyyy]

CREED 3 FANFICTION

ADONIS CREED

sinner & saint series (ft. damian anderson)- @uzumaki-rebellion

DAMIAN ANDERSON

sinner & saint series (ft. adonis creed)- @uzumaki-rebellion

pink tax (handyman!damian)- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

underneath it all- @douceurrrr

ghost from the past series- @whorhees

the invisible string series (ft. erik stevens)- @essaysbyciara

***IF ANYONE HAS DAMIAN ANDERSON AND ADONIS CREED (CREED3) FICS HIT MY LINE!!!

[saturnville]

ii. the muses.

find who I currently write for below the cut!

currently writing for:

sir lewis hamilton

major john egan (mota)

previously written for:

the mcu

the mayans mc universe

the hunger games universe

the all american universe

the boys in the boat universe

the power universe

divider by @rookthornesartistry

[terracebatman]

I reply to Jordan Peterson as The Cookie 🍪 Monster

[killslumflower]

Due to the allegations against johnathan majors I will no longer be including him in any of my fics, lights off! Lead male role will now be between yahya Abdul-mateen, John boyega

And I’m very willing to take you guys requests because at this moment I can’t think of all the heartthrobs in our community!

Preferably a darkskinned male :) please drop your suggestions I planned to have part one out tonight, but it may come tomorrow so I can get you guys suggestions in

This blog as mentioned in my requests is NOT a safe place for abusers of any kind, as a survivor of sexual abuse and a witness too domestic violence of my loved ones through out my life I will never write for anyone even being suspected. I REFUSE. I stand with the survivors 100% until anything is proven otherwise.

If anyone is personally dealing with this currently, this is a safe place for you please reach out to me anytime you feel you need support! And utilize all resources below ❤️

[lovegalor333]

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woman crush wednesday (paige x reader) (next part)

summary: paige is asked who her celebrity crush is on instagram live and you’re pleasantly surprised when she responds with your name

content warnings: none!

inspired by this request from @rizzlerbuckets 🌟

“You have to see this, Y/N.” Your best friend exclaimed as she joined you in your kitchen where you were making dinner for the both of you.

You glance up from the stove to see her phone in her hand outstretched in your direction. There’s a video playing and from what you can see, it’s a screen recording of an Instagram live. The are two girls in the frame and they look like they’re in a dorm room.

“What is this? Who are they?” You ask confused, turning your attention back to the steak you were frying in a pan.

“They’re basketball players, just watch.” She insists, pushing her phone closer to your face.

You turn your gaze to the video and do as your best friend says. You watch the girls on screen as they read through the comments they were getting. They would laugh every now and then and you found yourself entranced by the blonde and the way her eyes scrunched at the sides when she smiled.

Your best friend turns up the volume of her phone and watches you closely with raised brows.

“OK OK! This is a good question whos your celebrity crush?” The girl with the braids directs to her friend next to her.

The blonde girl ponders for all of three seconds, “This is easy.” She grins and you’re expecting the usual response of one of the many famous men that most girls pine over. Channing Tatum, Michael B Jordan, Harry Styles, Justin Bieber, Vinnie Hacker, Jude Bellingham and you’re not sure why your best friend wanted you to watch this so bad. Until you hear her answer and it’s none of the names you imagined, it’s not even a man. It’s you.

“She’s bad bad.” The blonde continues, “And she sings. What more could you ask for?”

“Damn OK, someones down bad.” Her friend teases, “Y/N, if you’re watching this, let my girl Paige here take you on a date.” You laugh because you imagined the girls never would have thought you’d actually watch this video but, little do they know, your best is chronically online and sees everything that’s posted about you. Of course, she picks and chooses what she shares with you but you’re secretly glad this video made it through her vetting process.

“How old is this girl?” You ask cautiously before making any further comments.

“I’ll Google!” Your best friend chimes, tapping away at her phone. “Twenty two.” She clarifies, the same age as you.

“And she’s still in college?” You ask.

“It says here she was injured for the majority of two seasons so she was eligible to redshirt. She goes to University of Connecticut.” Your best friend explains, probably reading through Wikipedia.

You and your best friend discuss Paige over dinner, scrolling through her various social media accounts. Now you knew her age, you had no problem voicing how you felt about her. “She’s hot.” You say as her most recent TikTok plays on a loop.

Not only was she blonde, which was historically your type, but she had the most beautiful blue eyes that could draw you in, even through a screen. She played basketball, so of course she was tall but the way she carried herself so confidently and purposeful had you in a chokehold. Her muscular body, that she had no problem showing off, had your heart rate spiking each time she flexed her biceps in videos that now flooded your For You Page.

“Well, you know where Connecticut isn’t far from? New York.” Your best friend says, “And where are we? NEW YORK!” She triumphs as if you hadn’t already been able to come to that conclusion yourself.

“I’m messaging her.” You announce, opening Instagram and searching for Paiges name.

“What are you going to say?”

“I don’t know, something flirty.” You reply, fingers hovering over your keyboard as you think.

“Picture of your mommy milkers?” Your best friend says and you laugh at her suggestion, “No! Not yet, anyway.”

You type out a message before deleting it and you finally land on,

heard you wanted to take me on a date?

Paige is quick to reply, you’ve barely put your phone down before it pings.

hahah you saw the live?

im embarrassed

dont be, im flattered

and wondering where you’re taking me

You cringe at your boldness but the send the message anyway. Paige was hot and she clearly thought you were too so what was the harm in having some fun?

are you busy right now?

wow, you don’t waste any time

not for the date darling, call me

Paige sends you her number and you press call, anxiously waiting for her to answer. When she does, her voice is smoky and sweet and your brows raise at her tone and you excuse yourself to your bedroom, leaving your best friend grinning from ear to ear like a kid in a candy store.

You and Paige chatted for longer than you realise and you find yourself giggling like a teenager at her words. It’s almost midnight when Paiges words become softer and slower, “It’s late. I should let you go.” You say not wanting to keep her up.

“Or you could stay on the phone and sing me to sleep.” She quips, earning another giggle from you.

“Let’s save that for another time. When I’m actually there and you can feel my breath on your neck.” You drawl.

You hear a sharp in take of breath, “Don’t play.” Paige says lowly.

“Goodnight Paige.” You giggle, satisfied with her flustered response.

“Goodnight Y/N.”

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a/n: just a short one but this was actually really fun to write! hope u enjoy 💋 vinnie hacker mention because p is never escaping that 😭

[domjaehyun]

there's a stranger in my house (l.jn)

PAIRING. lee jeno x fem!reader 

GENRE. thriller, smut

CONTENTS. major character death, seriously dubious consent that turns noncon (please believe me when i say this), spitting, unprotected sex, fear play, oral (fem receiving), anal play, degradation, praise, biting, marking, ass smacking, mirror sex, non-consensual filming, choking, hair pulling (receiving), manhandling/strength kink, some role play 

WORD COUNT. 3.8k

SUMMARY. something’s not quite right about jeno, and you’re not sure what it is.

PLAYLIST. stranger in my house - tamia

NOTES.  hiii well. i can’t explain myself. important context is the movie “us” by jordan peele but if you haven’t seen it, i try to explain without explaining. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. happy birthday to my dear dear dear friend @renjunfocus!! i hope you all like it and don’t come tell me if you didn’t 💖 but if you enjoyed it, by all means let me know! 

“Jeno, please be safe tonight.” you say worriedly as he adjusts his costume in the mirror. “Halloween is scary; people are always doing something fucked up.”

“I’ll be as safe as possible, baby.” Jeno assures you, turning to face you with that crescent-eyed smile you love. “Plus, I’m literally dressed as a cop; they might think it’s real.” 

“True,” you hum, nibbling your bottom lip worriedly as you take in his appearance. “You look really… really good, Jeno.”

“Oh, yeah? Can I get a kiss for looking this good?” he asks hopefully, and you smile, leaning in to kiss him sweetly on the lips, Jeno chasing after you as you pull back.

“There’s more where that came from when you get back home.” you promise, and he gives you a cute frown before straightening back up and smoothing out his costume one last time.

He pulls you into a hug as he always does before he leaves and when he comes back, and you breathe in deeply, his comforting scent of peppermint body wash, a soft musk, and baby powder enveloping you.

He presses a kiss to the side of your head and slowly retracts from you, a hint of reluctance in his movements.

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours,” he bids you goodbye, blowing you a kiss before exiting your bedroom and, you deduce when the front door shuts, your apartment.

You decide to get cozy in bed and wait for him to come home while you read a book you’ve been neglecting recently, but it’s only about thirty pages in before your eyelids start to droop and you find yourself curling up under your covers and drifting off to sleep.

When you wake up, it’s with a start, sitting straight up in bed when you hear the front door shut roughly. You wait for Jeno to make his way into your room, surprise and confusion filling you when he appears and—

“You changed your costume.” you point out, and he looks down at it as if he’s forgotten.

“Some girl spilled her drink on me at the party, so Jaemin loaned me his spare costume.” Jeno answers with a shrug, and you nod.

“It’s hot,” you admit with a grin. 

He chuckles as he draws closer to you. “Oh, yeah?”

You nod encouragingly. “The robber thing is kind of a 180 from the police officer, but it’s really hot… kinda makes me a little flustered.”

“Oh, really?” he teases, and you nod again, slower this time. 

“The ski mask is a good touch; kinda scary, too.” you compliment, and his gaze darkens as he looks down at you.

“Are you scared, then, baby?” he questions, and you can hear the grin in his voice. “Hm? The big, scary robber’s making you nervous?”

“Oh, yes, mister robber, sir, please! You can take all my money, just please don’t hurt me!” you plead, clasping your hands together and blinking up at him through your lashes.

“It’s not money I want, sweet girl,” Jeno growls through his ski mask, his voice muffled but still so convincing and deeply unsettling that you feel apprehension creeping up on the back of your neck. “Sit on the windowsill,” he grunts, jerking his chin towards the bay window beside your bed, and you climb to your feet, obediently moving to sit at the edge of the windowsill. The seat is cold on the backs of your thighs, making you wince slightly, and you find yourself drawing back in fear as Jeno stalks towards you and stands before you, practically looming menacingly over you.

He slams his hands down on either side of you loudly and suddenly, making you yelp in panic. “Relax,” he purrs, lowering himself so he’s eye level with you. “So pretty,” he rasps, tilting his head to the side as he watches you, but the compliment fails to warm your cheeks the way it usually does, because this time, it sounds… foreign and unfamiliar to you. It’s a type of observation Jeno’s never demonstrated before, your loving boyfriend usually eyeing you with adoration, love, or fondness in his eyes. Tonight, it’s different. It’s almost… sadistic in its fascination, as if the flashes of fear behind your eyes are fueling him somewhat.

You’re so focused on decoding the entirely unsettling look Jeno’s giving you that you don’t notice one of his hands sneaking up behind your back until his fingers are looping in the locks at the base of your neck and tugging your head back roughly. His eyes darken at the flash of panic and pain across your face before he’s ripping the ski mask off and practically smashing his mouth against yours, kissing you more ferociously than he ever has before. He’s all sharp teeth and forceful tongue, the wet, thick muscle bullying its way into your mouth as you whimper for mercy. His tongue swirls around the inside of your mouth possessively, coating every last bit of it with his saliva like he’s marking his territory.

He pulls back slightly before spitting directly into your mouth just as you go to gasp for air. You promptly choke on his saliva, coughing and spluttering pathetically as tears spring to your eyes. You’ve barely recovered before Jeno stuffs two fingers into your mouth, parting them in a V so your lips are stretched horizontally, and he wags his tongue lewdly in the open space of your parted lips, licking against your tongue with long strokes punctuated by guttural grunts of delight. 

He spits once more, a long drop of saliva landing on your tongue, and you whimper in protest, shaking your head in refusal.

He cups your chin in his hand with a firm, almost too tight grip, staring you down challengingly. “Swallow it. Take my spit in your mouth like the good little slut you are.” 

You blink back tears of confusion and hurt as you do just that, swallowing his spit, and he smiles, pleased as he pats your cheek roughly.

“Good.” he grunts, releasing you and knocking your legs apart with two quick slaps to your inner thighs. He drops to his knees between your thighs and yanks the straps of your satin nightie off your shoulders, tugging the fabric down to reveal your bare breasts. He pinches at one nipple, twisting until you squirm away from his touch. He latches onto your neck, biting roughly and sucking harshly and working his way downward until marks are blooming all over your sensitive, buzzing skin.

When he gets to your breast, he looks up at you, studying your reaction when he sucks as much of your breast into his mouth as he can fit. You hiss in surprise and move to push him back slightly, finding yourself overwhelmed by the intense sensations, but he snatches your hands out of the way, linking them together in his larger one before trapping your hands between your legs. He sucks on your nipples roughly, rapidly flicking his tongue over the buds and even nipping at them every once in a while, and you can’t tell if you want to moan or cry.

After what feels like ages of inner turmoil, he releases your breasts from his greedy clutches, your nipple slipping from his lips with a loud, wet, pop sound. He leaves a trail of bite marks down from the underside of your breast to your stomach, where he sinks his teeth into your flesh so roughly that you fear he’s aiming to draw blood. He pulls back when there’s a clear indentation of his teeth on you, marks that are sure to bruise, and spreads your legs as wide as they’ll go. 

“Been dying to taste this pussy,” he grunts under his breath, and you swallow thickly, watching him warily as he drags his tongue up your folds forcefully. Spreading your folds apart with two fingers, he prods the thick tip of his tongue against your entrance. You gasp in surprise when he slithers his tongue into you, the muscle fat and long as he moves it around along your inner walls. “Delicious,” he groans, dragging his tongue over your hole and relishing the way your hips jolt.

When two thick fingers push into you without warning, a weak moan falls from your lips at the surprise of the stretch. Jeno grins cockily, and it hits you what’s different: there’s a hollowness to his every emotion, like there’s a lack of… humanity to it.

Something about him is off; he's not acting like the man that loves you. He's touching you with the desperation of a man that's never had you before. He even smells different; like smoke, ash even, and something metallic and dark. What clues you in the most that this is not your boyfriend is that his signature scent, his personal blend of musk, is nowhere to be found. This man smells tangy, sharp, and strong, a heady blend but most importantly enough, not your boyfriend's blend.

This man is not Jeno.

“Um,” you pipe up tentatively, and he takes a minor break from licking at your core to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. “Who are you?”

With your question, the energy in the room shifts completely; a smile nothing short of sinister appears on his lips, and there’s a wicked glint in his eye that has you clutching at the windowsill.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks, and there’s an attempt at tenderness, but it all feels so deceptive, like he’s pantomiming an emotion he’s never experienced. “You don’t recognize me?”

“No,” you say breathlessly. “You’re not Jeno.”

“Smart girl,” he replies before lowering his head to return to eating you out. When you start to close your legs from fear and panic, he growls threateningly, the sound guttural and unnatural, and moves faster than you could’ve thought possible. He pushes the bay window open behind you, the bottom of the window swinging out, and forces you back and down until your torso dangles precariously from your tenth floor apartment unit.

“If you make any wrong moves, I will drop you.” he threatens, and you whimper in terror, the wind chilling your cheeks and rushing through your hair as you dangle, contorted partially upside down, at the mercy of this man who looks just like your boyfriend yet behaves like anything but. “Unless you’ve always wanted to paint the concrete with brain matter, I’d stay still.”

You nod vigorously in understanding, letting your trembling thighs fall apart once more, and he hums appreciatively.

“Like I said,” he remarks as he attaches his lips to your clit, “smart girl.” He sucks roughly at your sensitive bud with lewd moans and wet smacking noises and if he can hear your sniffles and whimpers of fear, he doesn’t comment.

The hand not keeping you in your life-threatening position strokes against your folds, parting them and pushing two fingers back into you, starting to pump them in and out.

“I’ve been waiting for this for too long.” he mumbles against your folds before proceeding to sloppily make out with your core, tongue slurping and licking at every drop of arousal that drips out of your poor hole. “Waited in the shadows, listening to that bastard fuck you every night—”

“Every night?” you gasp, and he chuckles darkly.

“I’ve been watching you both for some time now.” he informs you, fingers moving in and out of you while he speaks as if it’s the most casual conversation in the world. “He was a real fucking soft guy, huh?” 

“Was?!” you squeak in alarm, and he laughs loudly, fingers speeding up cruelly and hooking into your g-spot, making it abundantly clear to you that you’re about to cum, whether you like it or not.

“Oh, he’s not coming back, baby,” he says with an audible grin, malice laced in the pet name he so evilly threw back in your face. “Unless anyone at that Halloween party can perform open heart surgery.”

“Oh, my God,” you whimper, and you’re not sure if it’s from abject horror or your rapidly approaching climax. The unmistakable sounds of his fingers squelching in your arousal fills the inside of the room, loud enough for you to hear it from your precarious pose halfway outside. “Please, you have to stop, I don’t want to cum—”

“Do you think I give a fuck what you want?” he spits back at you, and you flinch at the venom in his voice. “All my life, we’ve been forced to mimic you all up here like puppets while you get to do whatever the fuck you want. Now it’s time to do what I want, and I? I want you to cum all over my fingers and my tongue.”

“Please—” you whisper, and he shushes you, the sound adjacent to something close to loving, but lacking any real sympathy; he must have heard Jeno soothing you at some point and mimicked the sound to the best of his abilities. 

“Cum, baby,” he urges, fingers pistoning in and out of you rapidly before he curls and fucks them directly into your g-spot and brings you to a powerful climax that you wish you could explain away to your guilty conscience. His lips wrapped around your clit, he sucks hard and flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud as you ride out your high against his face. 

When you’ve recovered somewhat, he looks up at you with a wicked grin, lips still glistening with your arousal. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he taunts with a sly grin, and you just sniffle forlornly in response. “Get up, baby—wanna feel that pussy around my cock next.” He pulls you up unceremoniously, shutting the window behind you and guiding you to the bed. He plops you down on the mattress and hovers over you, encroaching on your space bit by bit until you’re lying with your back on the bed and your legs are reluctantly spread to welcome him in. “You scared?”

“Yes,” you whimper, and he pouts at you, not a hint of sympathy in his expression. 

“Good.” he chuckles darkly before lining his thick tip—thicker than Jeno’s—up with your entrance and pushing into you with one fluid motion. You grab roughly at the sheets at the intrusion, gasping out loudly, and he seals his mouth over yours to silence your cry of surprise, tongue pushing into your mouth and licking into it filthily. “Relax, you’re never gonna take it well if you don’t relax.”

How the hell am I meant to relax when you killed my boyfriend and are in my home about to do Lord knows what to me? You think, but you refrain from mouthing off just yet.

He pushes down on your lower abdomen, groaning in delight as he feels the bulge of his length dragging along your inner walls, and you let out a choked-off squeak as he stretches you to your limits and fills you impossibly deep. 

“That’s it, pretty little thing, feel me nice and deep right here,” he growls, starting to move his hips faster to fuck into you at a gradually building pace. His hand slides up your stomach to twist your nipple before continuing up to cup your chin and turn your face towards the mirror by the door. You shake your head vigorously, not wanting to see yourself like this, but he holds fast, practically smushing your cheek into the comforter. “I want you to watch as I ruin you.” he urges, and you whimper in protest. 

Your face looks nothing short of fucked out, and he’s just gotten started; your eyes glassy with unshed tears, a few tear streaks sliding down your cheeks, and your jaw feels permanently dropped open as he fucks into you at a brutal pace. His sinewy arms hold you in place as he bullies his cock into your tight hole and his abdomen tenses with every thrust, tight muscle tensing and flexing in a regrettably attractive way.

He reaches in his pocket and takes out his phone, holding it up and aiming it at you. “Smile, baby; you’re on camera.” You reach to cover your face and chest immediately, crying out in protest when he snatches your hands away. “Don’t tell me you’re camera-shy,” he taunts cruelly. “That loser never filmed you two fucking?” 

“No,” you say pleadingly, and he tuts in disapproval.

“Sight as pretty as this can’t go to waste.” he decides, moving the phone closer to your face. Fresh tears spill forth, and he licks his lips slowly, watching one tear in particular drip down your cheek before leaning down and licking a fat, wet stripe up your cheek where the tear track was. “God, and now you’re crying—it’s like you’re trying to make me cum.”

“No, I’m not, please, I’m not—” you beg, and he shushes you impatiently, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Yes, baby, you’re gonna make me cum nice and deep in this tight little pussy—gonna fuck you full of my cum—” he grunts, and you squirm under his hold desperately, fighting to get free. “That’s it, struggle a little bit for me—so fucking hot,” he mutters before bringing his forearm to your throat to press down harshly, constricting your airway. “Not too much, now—don’t want you getting away from me.”

“Please—” you croak out, struggling to breathe. “Can’t—breathe—”

His smile only widens and two things dawn on you: one, he could very well kill you right now, and two, there’s no way in hell you’re going down without a fight.

You reach up and claw at his forearm, scratching as hard and as deep as you can, and to your alarm, he grins widely, even among the wince in his expression.

“Love that little fighter in you.” he growls, pressing down harder, so hard you fear it might bruise. “Can’t wait to break it.”

Your vision starts to cloud, black spots forming in your line of sight, and you can feel your consciousness slipping away from you even as you try desperately to remain awake and free yourself. It all proves to be in vain as you slip away from this world, barely able to hear his faint murmur of “That’s it,” before you pass out completely.

When you come to, your throat is sore and you can’t move your body. Your vision spins as you take in the sight of your bedroom, eyes squinting reflexively as the glare of the television hits your retinas.

You turn your head this way and that only to see, to your horror, that your hands and feet are tied to each bedpost with thick, coarse rope. No matter how hard you tug, there seems to be no breaking free, and panic creeps up your still hoarse throat, hot and thick and dully aching. 

The television catches your attention once more, your mind focusing on it in an attempt to calm yourself down, and you watch whatever’s on, your brain catching up quickly.

“...in what reporters everywhere are calling the ‘Doppelgäng​er Takeover,’ recent news has shown that people are being viciously attacked and some even killed by someone that looks exactly like them. If you see someone behaving not quite right, stay back and do not approach; they are known to be violent and highly dangerous.”

Your breathing hitches and starts to shallow rapidly as you start to hyperventilate, tugging harder and harder on your restraints. 

“They won’t budge,” Jeno’s voice calls out, and you flinch, whipping your head around to find the source of the sound. Jeno emerges from the hallway, now clad in a short sleeved black tank top and dark gray sweats. “You can thank Jeno’s mom for that; she signed him—and therefore me—up for Boy Scout training when we were eight.” He steps further into the room, dark piercing eyes scanning your frame trembling with fear. “Her precious Jeno never quite got the hang of the knots, but me? I mastered them.”

A terrified whimper slips from you before you can stop it, and his lips quirk up into a wickedly delighted smile.

“What should I, um…” you swallow thickly before continuing, “call you?”

“Jeno.” he replies easily, and his keen eyes catch the almost imperceptible grimace that takes to your lips at his answer. 

“What are you going to do with me?” you ask worriedly, and he raises an eyebrow.

“I’m going to keep you.” he states plainly, and your body stills entirely, fear igniting in your bloodstream and leaving you close to paralyzed. 

“What about my doppelgänger?” you question, not knowing what answer could possibly make you feel better at this point.

“I got rid of her.” His answer is simple again, and you suck in a breath of surprise. “She’s not as fun as you.”

“Fun?” you croak, and he nods, a gleeful smile on his lips as he nears the bed slowly.

“Doppelgängers are essentially a ‘crude’ copy of the ‘original’ person,” Jeno explains, making one-handed air quotes around the words he spits with disdain, “and only the ‘original’ person has a soul.” 

“So… so that means—”

“I don’t have a soul.” Jeno confirms with a hollow laugh made all the more terrifying now that you know he’s literally hollow spiritually, devoid of humanity. “None of my people do.”

“And you want my soul?” you ask fearfully, and he snorts in amusement, shaking his head.

“You really are cute, you know that?” he chuckles. “I’m not going to take it from you,” he says, waiting until your body slackens with relief to add, “I’m going to break it.”

“What does that mean?” you whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. “Jeno, what do you mean?”

“I want you to understand that this is your reality now. I don’t want there to be any fight left in you at all. But you people are like that… hopeful,” he spits the word with disgust. “Your spirits are like a fire that won’t go out. Every once in a while, there’s a little,” he pauses to scan your face, eyes brightening with excitement when he catches sight of your eyes, no doubt reading the fear, fury, and desperation you have to save yourself— “ember… that sparks up, and I’m going to be here to snuff yours out every… single… time.” He’s close enough to bring his mouth to your ear, lips grazing the lobe and making you shudder with revulsion. “You’re not going anywhere unless I say so.”

You don’t say anything, setting your jaw firmly and staring straight ahead to ignore him. Maybe he’ll get angry enough and kill you, putting you out of your misery.

“There’s that little fighter,” he remarks with fascination. “I saw a hint of it earlier when I was choking you; that fight to survive, to live—you fucked my arm up pretty badly, I was impressed.” he remarks, extending his arm to show you the deep, angry, red cuts clawed into his forearm he’d wrapped around your throat just hours ago. His other arm emerges from behind his back, and your eyes widen when you see a Hitachi wand in his hand, his thumb already resting on the “on” button. “I am going to have so much fun breaking you.” he rasps with unrestrained excitement as he turns the vibrator up to the highest setting.

well.........congrats for making it to the end!! *insert obligatory "i definitely don't think jeno's like this" part that technically doesn't need to be there considering that wasn't jeno* i hope you liked it and if you didn't.... well sorry ig tune in next time for a lovey dovey fic 💖

[chaneajoyyy]

Nova applied for the makeup department for Creed 3 and hoped that her application would be accepted since she didn’t get the chance during Creed 2. The requirement was to be the oil girl on set and she had experience in the past with models behind the scenes but this time she was required to oil up Michael B Jordan and Jonathan Majors. She’d work overtime, weekends, and holidays just so she could rub both men down with oil. Nova was in for a special treat when both men start weighing dicks 😉

[noirsfantasy]

𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 | 𝖕𝖙. 3

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Adonis Creed x Black!Plus-sized Reader x Dame Anderson

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Angst

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ Creed

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛4.2k

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ You find out everything was not as it seems and end up in the middle of Adonis and Damian's mess. Now you have to deal with the emotional fallout of a love triangle.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ The DRAMA that was infused into this chapter... I really hope y'all enjoy it, because there is more to come!

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 ➛ @cardi-bre91 , @champagnesugamama

The room is dark as I slowly wake, the sounds of Dame's snoring filling the silence. I can see the sunrise peeking through the curtains as I shift slightly, feeling his arm wrapped securely around me. As my eyes land on his sleeping form, I am reminded of the night we had shared and a shiver runs through my body. I don't move. I just lie there, letting the warmth of his body comfort me and admiring him as he sleeps.

For a brief moment, everything feels perfect. I can almost still feel his fingers gripping my thighs, feel his teeth on my neck, the way he completely wore me out. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it all over again. It's a feeling that's hard to forget. Now, here I am, in his bed and clothed in only a t-shirt of his. I don't know what is to come, but I have good feeling about it.

That is, until reality starts to creep in. I'm reminded of just exactly who this man is. My thoughts wander back to Adonis. Was it only a fling? Did he really mean all that stuff he said? Why did he ghost me? So many questions...

But my eyes fall back on this man I've become tangled with. The night we shared fills my thoughts and I can feel butterflies. He's different, I know he is. Is he really?

It doesn't matter right now. I've got my cheek pressed against his bare chest, listening to his breathing, to his heart. If I have to be delusional right now to stay in this moment of bliss, then I'll do it. I run my hand up and down his muscular torso ever so gently, letting out a sigh.

After a few minutes of this, I feel his hand cover mine and I glance up to see him already looking at me. I shift so that I'm resting my chin on my hand as we gaze at each other.

"Hey, beautiful~" He says, his eyelids still heavy with sleep as he smiles warmly at me.

"Hey~" I say back, returning the smile. "Sleep well?"

"Better than I have in a while." He admits with a chuckle as he pulls me closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sigh contently as I lay my head back down, but then a distant look flashes across my face, which he catches instantly.

"What's on your mind, mama?" Damian asks, his voice low and gentle, he eyes narrowing slightly as he searches my face. He tightens his hold on me, his fingers pressing gently into my skin as if to keep me anchored to this present moment. I take a deep breath and smile again.

"It's nothing... I'm just tired." I reply, attempting to convince him with a grin. Dame's gaze lingers on mine, his eyes piercing as if trying to see past my words. He doesn't buy it, but he doesn't wanna push it either. Instead, he nods slowly, pulling me in for a gentle kiss on the lips.

"You're a terrible liar," he whispers, his breath warm against my skin. "But I'll let it slide... this time." He smirks, his eyes glinting with amusement. I chuckle in response, thankful he's not digging any deeper.

I lean in and kiss him deeply, my hands cupping his cheeks as a satisfied groan escapes me. Dame's eyes flutter closed as he melts into the kiss, his arms wrapping around me to pull me even closer. He deepens the kiss by tangling his tongue with mine as he takes control. The kiss is slow and sensual, filled with a hunger that's more than just physical.

As we break for air, he whispers against my lips, "I'm gonna enjoy having you around like this~" His voice is low and husky, the words sending a shiver down my spine.

"Well, get used to it, cuz I don't plan on leaving this bed anytime soon," I tell him playfully as I shift to sit on top of him, straddling his waist. A wicked grin spreads across Damian's face as he looks up at me, his hands resting on my hips. His fingers dig into my skin as he pulls me down for another kiss. This one is different, though - It's harder, more possessive. He's asserting his dominance, claiming me as his. I feel a rush of excitement at the raw energy emanating from him, and I respond in kind, our lips and tongues battling in a fierce passionate dance.

I manage to break away slightly, breathing heavily. "Round two??" I suggest, my lips brushing against his. I can see the hunger in his eyes and I just know it's gonna be a long morning.

"Mhm, round two." Damian growls, his grip on my hips tightening as he surges up to capture my lips in another bruising kiss. His hands slide up my sides, bunching the borrowed t-shirt as he goes. In one swift motion, he rolls us over, pinning me to the bed as he hovers above me. His eyes are dark with lust, a predatory gleam in them.

Without warning, he brings his lips down, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down the side of my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands roam freely, touching, caressing, staking his claim. The intensity between us is electric and I can't help but arch into his touch, my soft moans begging for more.

Just as the atmosphere starts to get steamy, we're interrupted by a loud, obnoxious beeping. Dame's head jerks up, his eyes flashing with frustration as he glares at his alarm clock. He mutters a few curses under his breath, his chest heaving with unfulfilled desire. He lowers himself onto me, lying there for a moment as he lets out a groan.

Then he lifts himself off me, tossing his legs off the side of the bed. I whine quietly at the sudden lack of warmth, my body craving him. He lets out a low hum as he reaches for the alarm, silencing with a swipe of his hand before turning back to me with a look that's equal parts of hunger and regret.

"I don't want to leave you," he starts, his voice low and rough. "But I have to go. I've gotta get to training soon and I still need to get ready." He pads back over to the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, and drops down beside me. He rests his hand just below my buttcheek as I lay down, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "But I'll make it up to you, baby. I promise."

"Mmh, you better." I reply with a sigh as I roll onto my back, sitting up and stretching.

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I always keep my promises." Dame gives me a wide grin, his voice laced with a familiar confidence. He watches my movements, his gaze roaming appreciatively over my form. He reaches out, trailing his fingers along my waist in a featherlight caress. "M'already thinking of all the ways I'm gonna make it up to you~" His words cause me to feel flutters in my stomach and I giggle a bit, shifting closer to the edge of the bed.

"Well then, let me put my number in your phone. Maybe you can start making it up to me with dinner." I suggest with a wink. His eyes lock onto mine, a slow smile spreading across his face as he sets his phone down on the bedside table.

"Now that's a plan I can get behind," he says, leaning in and capturing my lips in a soft, possessive kiss. He pulls back, his eyes never leaving mine, and hands his phone to me. "Put your number in there and I'll make sure to text you as soon as I'm done with my training. And then... dinner. Yeah?"

"Yeah~" I reply, taking his phone and punching my number in. He disappears into the bathroom as I tap away. While saving my contact, a notification pops up on the screen from someone named KC.

It reads, 'Yo, I got the pics. Just sent them in this morning.' I don't pay it any mind until it's followed up with, 'Lil Creed gon really feel this one.' I raise my eyebrow and glance toward the bathroom, hearing Dame moving around. I take a deep breath, impending dread rising my chest as I tap the notification to open the message. Scrolling through the chat, I begin to realize that these texts mention me and Donnie quite a bit.

They mention me being at the club last night, describing how I look so Dame will know who I am. It looks like this was all planned out... like last night wasn't just a once-in-a-lifetime interaction. My heart pounds in my chest as I read through the disturbing messages on Damian's phone. My fingers tremble as I scroll, piecing together the implications.

It's finally clear to me that this was all a ploy - me being at the club, our encounter, everything. Damian was in on it all along... Was any of it real? Was this just a game to him? I don't even know what I feel right now. Betrayal, disgust, a hell of a lot of anger. I can't believe- I let myself get used like this...

Just then, the bathroom door creaks open and my grip tightens on the phone. I clench my jaw as Damian emerges, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. There's a warm smile on his face, but it does nothing to ease the fury seeping within my chest. He walks over to the bed, oblivious to the storm brewing inside me.

"Hey, all set?" He asks, reaching for his phone to grab it from my hand. Our eyes meet as I don't let it go right away and I can tell he's noticed the intensity in my gaze. "You good."

"Who the fuck is KC?" I ask in an even tone, but with a subtle warning not to even think about lying. I sense the change in his demeanor and can tell he knows what I saw in his phone.

Damian grabs my hands, either to calm me down or keep me from hitting him. "Look, I- I know how this looks..." He starts weakly.

"You know how this looks, do you?" I repeat, my hands clenching within his grasp. "It looks like I'm a little pawn in whatever fucking game you have going on with Adonis!"

I can see him wince at my words and I immediately try to pull my hands away from his.

"Y/N, wait. Please just hear me out-" He pleads, but I'm not having it.

"What pics does 'KC' have and who the hell did he send them to? And don't fucking lie to me." The look in my eyes says I'm not the one to play with right now.

"Listen, KC is one of my boys. I just had him take a few pics last night... of us at the club..." He admits reluctantly. I can feel the anger rising within me.

"And? Let me guess, he sent them to Adonis? All this was just to throw 'Baby Creed' off his game?" I can see the hesitation on his face as he wants to tell me I'm wrong.

"I'mma be straight with you. I did approach you to try and get with you, because I wanted to show him I could take everything from him, including his girl." He swallows hard as he sees me fuming. "But it ain't like that anymore. I realized that it was a mistake and that I really was feeling you, so I called it off."

"Oh, you called it off, did you? So why's your boy texting you that he sent them already? Huh?" I finally yank my hands away and I get up from the bed, bringing the blankets with me. Damian's expression turns confused.

"That's not right. He didn't send them. I told him not to do it, I sent him a text earlier." He tries to tell me, but I let out a wry chuckle, searching around the room for my discarded clothes from last night.

"I'd double-check if I were you." I suggest in a sarcastic tone, my lips turning into a scowl. I can't believe I let myself get into a situation like this. He unlocks his phone, opening the texts to show me proof of him telling his friend not to go through with it. However, the only thing he sees is a prewritten, unsent message and the confirmation of the done deed.

"It... didn't send." He says under his breath.

"Thought so." I nod my head and start getting dressed, ready to get as far away from him as possible.

Damian gets up, holding the towel up around his waist as he follows me around the room, trying to get me to look at him.

"Y/N, I promise I didn't mean for any of this to happen. Look at me." He tries to touch my shoulder but I pull away from his hand.

"Don't touch me! I can't believe I actually let myself get used like this. I hope you got what you were fucking looking for." I say as I reach for my coat.

"Wait, please. I swear I didn't mean for any of this-" His words are cut off abruptly.

"You didn't mean to lure me in so you could try Adonis's sloppy seconds? You didn't mean to photograph that shit? Or you just didn't mean for me to find out?" I interrogate him, pressing him for an answer.

"Y/N, please, let's just talk about this. I made a mistake, I know. But I'm being for real when I say I feel something between us. I know you do, too. Come on, let's just work this out." He pleads, walking closer and wrapping his arms around me.

I can feel the heat rising within my chest and the angry tears forming at the corners of my eyes. He is right, I do feel something between us. Something that gave me hope after these last few weeks. Something that made me think I could move on from Adonis, but it all just leads back to him. I'm in this mess because of him. Or... is it because of me?

I wouldn't be in this situation if I had minded my own fucking business and hung out with my girls. But I was the one that kissed Dame, knowing exactly who he was and that he knew I was with Adonis, and I made the decision to leave with him. All because I was hurt. I want so badly to lean into his touch and let him hold me, but I can't. I harshly wipe my eyes and hesitantly push him away from me.

"It was a mistake coming here." I mutter as I grab my phone and keys, walking out of the bedroom and heading for the front door. Dame is calling after me, but I don't look back as I open his front door and slam it behind me.

"Y/N, wait!" I hear him call out after me, desperation in his voice. I don't respond, stepping into the elevator and heading downstairs as a tear slips down my cheek.

I get an uber and beat myself the entire ride home, trying not to burst into tears in this stranger's car. So much is going through my mind right now. How could I have been so gullible? What's Adonis going to think of me? Why did this happen to me?

As I get home, I feel my phone vibrating. I furrow my brow, thinking it's probably Damian, but my heart drops as I look at my screen. It's Donnie. I didn't expect him to even call me and I panic a little. Taking a deep breath, I pick up the phone.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Y/N?" I hear Adonis's voice on the other line, his tone cold. "We need to talk." Without giving me a chance to respond, he continues, his words filled with barely contained anger. "So you went behind my back and got with Damien Anderson, of all people?" His accusation rings through the air and I feel a pang of guilt as I gather my words.

"Donnie, I-" I pause for a moment, unsure how to respond. "I can explain...."

"Then explain what the hell I'm looking at." He replies harshly and I feel heat rising to my cheeks. I take a deep breath and try to keep my words from shaking.

"I was at the club with some friends last night and I met Dame there. I figured it was random that he was there and then he started flirting with me. I was just tryna have fun-"

"So, you hooked up with a random guy you barely knew at the club?" Adonis speaks sharply and I feel my own anger starting to bubble up.

"Oh, please don't you act like that's not how we got together, Donnie." I retort, pointing out the hypocrisy. I can tell he's taken aback and he takes a moment to respond.

"Fine, you know what? You're right. We did get together that way. I just thought what we had was more than that. Instead, I open Twitter to see pics of you two all over each other." His words are laced with disgust and I furrow my brow.

"Are you just gonna skip over how you ghosted me? What we had couldn't have been that special if you could just push me aside like-" I stop mid-sentence as I realize something. "Hold up, what did you say about Twitter?"

"That I saw you and Damian all over my feed. In my fucking face." He spits and my eyes widen.

"Wait, wait... Damian said you were the only one it was sent to."

"Yeah, well, your little boyfriend lied to you, what a surprise." He says coldly. I don't have any words. Or at least, none that might make this sense of guilt go away. "Just tell me one thing... why Dame?"

"It's not like I sought him out, Donnie. I just happened to be at the same club as him and he approached me." I explain, not liking this conversation one bit.

"And you didn't think for one second about the effect that might have on me?" He questions.

"First of all, I wouldn't have even been there if you hadn't disappeared on me like you did! You're saying I went 'behind your back' but if you hadn't turned away from me I wouldn't have done that shit!" I bite back. "Besides, I'm a grown-ass woman and I can make my own decisions. I don't have to explain myself to you."

"No, you don't need to explain yourself to me. But you gotta understand the consequences of your actions and how they hurt other people, how they hurt me." I could tell he was starting to lose his temper by the quiver in his voice.

"I was hurt first!" I shout in response, not caring about how childish I may sound right now.

"Come on now, Y/N." He starts.

"No, since you want an explanation so bad here it is. I was hurt because I really liked you and I thought things were actually going well with us." My voice cracks a bit. "Until you just randomly stopped texting and calling back. You left me like I was just some piece that you had your fun with and so yeah, I was really fucking hurt, Donnie. And to hear you try and put all the blame on me like I did all this shit hurts 20 times more!"

Adonis is taken aback for a minute by what I had said. He knows I have a point and that this would've been avoided if he was just straight up with me. I didn't know the stuff he'd been dealing with Dame or the extent that it went and that led to me being pulled into their drama.

Adonis sighs loudly and I can tell he feels terrible. He's been acting cold and absent towards me when I didn't deserve it at all.

"Listen... I- I'm sorry, okay. You're right, I shouldn't have stopped talking to you like I did. I was going through a lot between training for this fight and getting stabbed in the back by someone I thought was my friend. But I didn't stop to realize how you might've felt about this." He tells me.

I bury my face into my hands, wiping my tears and inhaling deeply as I try to reign in my emotions.

"I'm sorry, too." I relent. As angry as I am, I do know that I had some part in hurting Adonis, even if a part of me wanted to. "Where do we go from here?" I ask, shaking my head.

"I'm mad, Y/N, hurt... but I can't pretend I don't love you." He admits and I chew on my lip. "This isn't how I wanted us to go. I know I fucked up and I wanna make this right. But... right now, I gotta sort this stuff out with Dame."

"I guess I do, too..." I mumble, realizing I still have to deal with him. A part of me feels bad, because I already miss his touch, even after just one night. "Maybe... we both need some time to figure this out," I finally say, my voice low but steady. "This fight, everything with Dame... it's too much right now."

Adonis lets out a slow, heavy sigh on the other end. "Yeah, maybe we should take a break... at least until this fight is over." His words are reluctant, but there's a hint of understanding beneath them.

"Okay," I whisper, my heart sinking. "Good luck, Donnie."

"You too, Y/N."

I hang up and sit in silence for a moment, staring at the dark screen of my phone. My chest feels tight, my emotions tangled in a web I can't unwrap. I don't get much time to dwell on it before my phone vibrates.

I glance down, half-hoping it's Adonis calling back. But no, it's Dame. Hesitating for a beat, I answer.

"Y/N," his voice is softer this time, almost cautious. "I... I just wanted you to know I got the photos taken down. You won't have to deal with them anymore."

I should feel relieved, but instead, his words only stir up more frustration. "Why did it happen in the first place, Damian? You said it was just sent to Donnie. Why were they sent everywhere?"

"I don't know," he admits, his voice laced with regret. "I didn't mean for it to blow up like that. I just wanted him to feel what I felt... but now I see it just made everything worse. For you, especially." I close my eyes and let his words sink in.

"You think that fixes this?" I question, disbelief evident in my voice.

"No," he replies quickly. "But I needed to make it right. Because... I care about you, Y/N. Really. And I don't wanna ruin what we could have."

The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard, and for a moment, I'm speechless. Damian Anderson, the same man who dragged me into this man, is now confessing his feelings to me?

"I don't know if I can trust you," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I understand that," he says. "But I had to let you know how I feel. Even if you don't choose me. I'm the one who started this off wrong, trying to use you to make him jealous. I didn't consider your feelings in all this and I was too stupid to realize that my actions could affect someone else. If you could just give me a chance, let me make this right, I won't let you down. That's all I needed to say..."

The call ends, leaving me alone again with my thoughts. My heart feels like it's being tugged into two different directions—one pull stronger than the other, but neither feels completely right.

As much as it hurts to admit, I got myself here. I didn't get coerced into this or forced, I made all the decisions that got me where I am today. I was the one who kissed Damian and left with him, all because I was hurt.

I sit on the edge of my bed, letting the weight of everything crash over me. How did it get to this? One part of me wants so badly to have my lips pressed against Donnies, missing how safe and right it felt to be with him. Another part craves Dame's touch, how he can be passionate and gentle at the same time. I want to believe Dame and I want to trust Adonis.

But right now, all I feel is confusion.

As I lie back, staring at the ceiling, one thought keeps circling in my mind: No matter what I choose, someone's going to get hurt.

I can only wonder if that someone will be me.

[whorhees]

Ghost From Your Past {Creed III} Pt. II

Adonis x wife! Oc x onesided! Dame

Summary: Jade and Dame hang out one on one since he’s been out. Jade is trying to avoid dwelling on the past but it’s so hard not too

Authors note: I have no clue what rode I want to travel down with these two. I have so many ideas but oh my god I’m trying to decide what’s right. 

“Hey”

Adonis looked up at the girl standing in front of his desk, a finger pressed in the middle of it. “What happened last night? Did Dame win?” Adonis took a shaky look up at her, unsure of what to say. “Uh…Yeah. He did” Jade smiled as she pulled up a seat. “He’s so amazing, ugh I just know he’s gonna flaunt it when we hang out later” Adonis nodded his head slowly. He really didn’t have the heart to break it to her.

“Why don’t you like talking to me anymore?” Jade tilts her head as her finger circled his desk. “We use to talk all the time” Adonis scoffed. “You mean I use to talk all the time? You never talked” “That doesn’t mean I didn’t listen or studied you” Adonis picked his head up to stare into her green eyes. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jade flinched at his harsh language. “It means…I can tell when something is on your mind…” Jade reached into her bag and pulled out her yellow pen.

“Remember how I use to draw on your arm to relax your mind?” Adonis nodded and extended out his hand, unclenching his hand as jade gently grabbed his arm. Her thumb ran on the crease bicep and arm, tapping the pen on her desk. “You don’t have to tell me now, but you gotta tell me something” Jade began to outline something on his forearm. “So?”

“I’m sorry…”

Jade didn’t want to get out of bed, she wanted to hide from him and her obligations. She scrolled through her phone, her friends all texting her simultaneously.

Sierra🌸

Yo, did you see ykw?

Sev 🎈

Yo nigga came around askin bout you

Sekani 🎧

Bro is that really Damian???

Jade threw her phone back against the pillow, groaning. “Ugh…” She sat up and stretched, turning to look at the bright blue sky. She had things to do, she can’t just hide from the past in her room. Sudden vibration was felt on her bed, and without a second thought, she reached for her phone and answered.

“Hey”

“Hey Jade”

She paused, cursing herself mentally for not checking the caller ID. “Who dis?” Jade stood up and walked out toward her window. Her hip cocked to the side as she stared out at the city below.

“Oh, it’s uh me. Damian?”

Oh.

“Oh!” Jade laughed awkwardly. “How did you get my number?”

“I asked Seven for it when I met back up with him”

Of course, Seven did. He never respected her wishes once she took off. “Ah. Well, it’s good that you have it now. How are you Dami?” She could hear him chuckle through the phone.

“I’m good peaches. Listen, is there a chance for us to hang out together? Diamond and Precious again?” Jade sucks her teeth, rubbing the side of her neck.

“If you don’t mind coming along to pick up the twins with me”

“Nah! Of course, I don’t mind!” Jade smiles and walked into her closet. “Where do you want me to pick you up at?”

“No, I’ll come to you. I’ll be there in twenty” Dame hung up, and Jade placed her phone on the seat in her closet. It shouldn’t be a big deal, he’s an old friend. She went through all her clothes, pulling out her black tracksuit. She walks out of her closet and threw the tracksuit on her bed. It was her favorite one that Adonis had bought her, it had his first name embroidered in cursive small while the butt of the pants had his last name bedazzled in huge letters.

She grabbed her towel and ran into the bathroom to get a quick shower.

~

“Okay, that’s it…” Jade grabbed her clip and pinned up her braids halfway. Nothing too much, she still looked great. She grabbed her purse and walked up out of her room. She could hear the knocking from downstairs. Jade finally stood at the door, opening it to reveal Damian.

“Jesus, I was out there for five minutes” Jade rolled her eyes and moved the man down the steps. “Not even. Come on, I gotta pick the kids from school” “Oh, I get to run errands with you now?” Dame chuckled as Jade locked the front door behind her. She walked down the steps to her car, turning to the man who still stood at the top of the steps. “You comin'?”

“…Yeah” Jade unlocked her car door and climbed into her truck. “Damn, you sittin real pretty up there” Dame got into the passenger seat. “I thought you would have a butler driving you around” “Nah, I like doing my own things too much.” Dame nodded as they finally pulled out of the gates house.

“Are you still adjusting to change?” Jade asked, side-eying the man in the passenger seat. “Yeah, especially between us three you know?” Dame lets out a sigh as he looked at all of the mansions passing by. “Listen, I appreciate you visiting me for the time that you did while I was gone” Jade stops at a red light. “I thought…I thought it was really fucked up what the court did to you…”

“Twenty years?!” She stood up with tears in her eyes, and her father had to pull her back down before she busted out in tears again.

“You know what’s funny? I wanted to become a lawyer because of you…but when I did study, and try, I could never. I was never smart, like…” Jade laughs as she turns once the light turned green. “I could never pass the bar test. I tried sooo many times” Dame stared at her as she rambled on. “Hold on…You went to law school?”

“Yeah..? I mean the modeling thing was a way for me to pay for everything. But it kinda took off so, I guess I shifted focus after my third attempt at the exam” Jade puts on her blinker and turns into the circle of the school where all the parents were lined up in the area for their kids. “Wow, I…” Dame was at a loss for words, things he didn’t know about the girl. “I appreciate it. I’ll pay you back”

“By?”

Dame grins, placing his hand on her arm. “By winning the belt. Like I told you I would” Jade pulled up at the front of the loop, unlocking the doors for Honey and Blue to climb in. “Dame…I’m just worried for you” She turns in her seat towards him. “You know, we’re getting old. And, fighting like you use to-“ “I fight the same.” He interrupted, turning his head towards the window. “Take hits hard, Punch harder” The twins came running to the car, Blue helping his sister get in before he got in himself.

“Hey! How was your day babies?” Jade smiled looking at the visor mirror at her children. “Good, honey had a good day” Blue smiled, and soon turned to look at the man in the passenger seat. “Do you want me to drop you off at the gym?” Jade asked as she pulled out of the school circle. “Yeah, I promised him I’d be there at a certain time”

Jade began driving to the gym, the rest of the ride was in silence for the most part. “Oh uh, Adonis is having this party and it’s going to have our old friend Bianca presenting a new song. You down to come?” She turns onto the busy street, the gym was right up ahead. “Of course! What, I gotta wear something nice?” Jade laughed and nodded. “If you don’t have nice clothes, I can get you some if you want” She pulled into the gym parking lot.

Dame grabbed his bag from between his legs, gazing over at Jade once again. “You’ve always been a sweetheart. Look out for yourself, and your mini-mes” He climbed out of the car and closed the door. She watched him enter the gym and sighed. She turned around to look at her kids, Blue had an irritated look on his face. “Mom.” “I know Blue, just…” Jade sighs as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Just give him a chance, he’s nice”

“Does Dad really like him?” Blue asked, he had slight annoyance in his voice. “Yeah,” Jade answers quickly. “They were…are! Best friends. Like how Nathan is your best friend” Blue didn’t say much after that, leaning on his sister’s shoulder. Jade tried her best to be transparent with her kids, but it’s difficult when she tries to bury a past of bad choices that are coming to light. She blinks, did she call dame a bad choice?

To her, he was never a bad choice. She loved him deeply, she still does. But it’s different, she’s married, a mother. But…

She isn’t ready to cross that road

[freshthoughts2020]

DRAGONBALL: THE MULTIVERSAL WAR, CO-WRITTEN WITH A.I. TECHNOLOGY !

I. ACT I - VEGETA FAMILY IN NEW YORK! 

Vegeta, Bulma, and Trunks were enjoying a leisurely shopping trip in New York City when suddenly, they sensed a powerful energy signature approaching. Before they knew it, Cooler, the brother of Frieza, appeared before them, demanding that Vegeta join him in his quest to conquer the universe.

Vegeta, being the proud warrior he is, refused Cooler's offer and prepared to fight. The shopping district quickly cleared out as bystanders ran for their lives. Vegeta powered up and launched a fierce attack at Cooler, but the villain was too powerful and easily blocked the attack.

As the battle raged on, Bulma and Trunks were caught in the crossfire. Bulma was frantically trying to shield Trunks from the attacks, but they were both in danger. Suddenly, Bulma had an idea. She grabbed Trunks and ran into a nearby store, hoping to find a place to hide.

But Cooler was not easily deterred. He followed them into the store, causing chaos as he smashed through the aisles, looking for Vegeta. Trunks was scared and crying, while Bulma was desperately trying to calm him down.

Just as things seemed hopeless, Vegeta appeared in the store, ready to continue the fight. Cooler was surprised by Vegeta's sudden appearance, but he was not deterred. The two warriors continued to battle, causing even more destruction in the store.

But just when Cooler had Vegeta on the ropes, Trunks stepped in. With tears in his eyes, he screamed at Cooler to leave his family alone. Cooler was taken aback by the young boy's bravery and paused for a moment.

In that moment of hesitation, Vegeta took the opportunity to launch a final attack, defeating Cooler once and for all. The shopping district was in shambles, but Vegeta, Bulma, and Trunks emerged victorious.

As they made their way back to their spaceship, Bulma couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Vegeta, however, was still in battle mode, muttering to himself about how he would never let anyone threaten his family again.

II. NEW YORK CITY AGAIN?! SON GOKU AND FAMILY ! 

Goku, Chi-Chi, and Gohan were enjoying a peaceful day in New York City when suddenly, they sensed a familiar energy signature approaching. Before they knew it, Frieza appeared before them, demanding that Goku join him in his quest to conquer the universe.

Goku, always up for a challenge, stepped forward to accept Frieza's challenge, but Chi-Chi and Gohan were caught in the middle. They begged Goku to reconsider, reminding him of his promise to always protect his family.

Just then, Frieza launched a powerful attack at Goku, but he quickly deflected it, sending Frieza crashing into a nearby building. Goku then turned to Chi-Chi and Gohan and instructed them to find a safe place to hide.

As Frieza and Goku continued their epic battle, Chi-Chi and Gohan took shelter in a nearby store, hoping to find a place to wait out the fight. However, Frieza was not deterred and followed them into the store, demanding that they reveal Goku's whereabouts.

Chi-Chi, never one to back down, bravely stepped forward and told Frieza that she would never reveal Goku's location. Frieza was amused by her courage, but before he could react, Gohan stepped forward and launched a powerful attack, surprising everyone in the store.

Frieza, shocked by the boy's power, paused for a moment, allowing Chi-Chi and Gohan to make their escape. They ran outside, where they found Goku and Frieza continuing their battle in the streets. Goku was putting up a good fight, but Frieza was still too powerful.

Gohan, feeling powerless to help his father, suddenly had an idea. He remembered the training he had received from Piccolo and decided to use it to help his father. He closed his eyes and focused all his energy, transforming into a Super Saiyan.

With his newfound power, Gohan launched a fierce attack at Frieza, distracting him long enough for Goku to launch a final Kamehameha wave, defeating Frieza once and for all. The battle was over, and the city was in shambles, but Goku, Chi-Chi, and Gohan emerged victorious.

As they made their way back home, Goku couldn't help but feel grateful for his family's love and support. He knew that he would never be able to defeat Frieza without their help and promised to always protect them, no matter what.

ACT III. ENTER KANG?! THE MULTIVERSE CRACKS!

Vegeta and Goku were on their way to Beerus' planet when Vegeta brought up the scenario about Frieza attacking them in New York City. Goku listened carefully as Vegeta described the events that unfolded, nodding his head in understanding as he absorbed the details.

"I can't believe Frieza would attack innocent people like that," Goku said, his voice filled with anger.

Vegeta snorted. "What do you expect from that lowlife? He only cares about power and domination."

Goku nodded in agreement. "We'll have to be careful when we encounter him again. We need to protect our families and the people of Earth."

As they landed on Beerus' planet, they were greeted by the God of Destruction himself. Beerus explained that there was a disturbance in the multiverse, and he needed their help to investigate.

Vegeta and Goku were intrigued and eagerly agreed to help. Beerus opened a portal, and they stepped through, finding themselves in a strange, new world.

Suddenly, they were confronted by Kang the Conqueror, a powerful villain who had been causing chaos throughout the multiverse. Vegeta and Goku readied themselves for battle, but Kang was too powerful for them to defeat alone.

As they fought, Kang revealed that he had captured their families and held them hostage in another dimension. Vegeta and Goku were filled with rage and vowed to save their loved ones.

Working together, Vegeta and Goku used their combined powers to create a portal to the other dimension. They raced through the portal, only to find themselves in a strange, otherworldly realm.

There, they found Kang's lair, and with all their might, they fought against his army of minions. Finally, they reached Kang himself, and the three of them engaged in a fierce battle.

Vegeta and Goku were relentless, using all their powers and techniques to take down Kang. But the villain was cunning and managed to trap them in a time loop, making it impossible for them to defeat him.

However, Goku had an idea. He remembered something Whis had once told him about time travel, and he decided to use that knowledge to break free from the time loop.

With Vegeta's help, Goku launched a powerful attack that shattered the time loop and allowed them to defeat Kang once and for all. They rescued their families and returned to their own dimension, victorious and exhausted.

As they stood together, catching their breath, Vegeta and Goku knew that they had just been a part of something much larger than themselves. They had saved the multiverse from destruction and proved that even the most powerful villains could be defeated when they worked together.

ACT IV.  GOKU AND VEGETA , MEET THE NEWEST AVENGERS!!

As Goku and Vegeta returned to their own dimension, they realized that they had just faced a variant of Kang the Conqueror. But they were still shaken from the experience and needed some time to recover.

Suddenly, they saw a bright light in the sky and heard a loud noise. They looked up to see Iron Man flying towards them. Goku and Vegeta were impressed by his suit and his technology, and Iron Man introduced himself.

"Hey there, I'm Tony Stark, but you can call me Iron Man. I've been keeping an eye on you guys, and I think we could use your help."

Goku and Vegeta were intrigued and listened as Iron Man explained the concept of the Avengers. He told them that the world needed heroes like them, and that they could make a difference.

After some consideration, Goku and Vegeta agreed to join the Avengers. They were impressed by Iron Man's determination and the sense of purpose that the Avengers provided.

As they began their new journey, Goku and Vegeta quickly became valuable members of the team. Their powers and fighting skills proved to be invaluable in battles against dangerous villains.

But it wasn't long before they faced another challenge. Kang the Conqueror had returned, and this time he was even more powerful than before. Goku and Vegeta were prepared to fight, but they soon realized that they needed Gohan's help to win this battle.

Gohan had been studying and training for years, and he was now a powerful warrior in his own right. Goku and Vegeta went to Gohan and explained the situation. Gohan was hesitant at first, but when he realized that the fate of the multiverse was at stake, he agreed to help.

Together, Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan launched a fierce attack against Kang. They used all their powers and techniques to take him down, but Kang was a formidable opponent.

Finally, Gohan remembered a technique that he had learned from his father, Goku. It was a powerful energy blast that could destroy anything in its path.

Gohan charged up his attack and launched it at Kang. The blast hit Kang with incredible force, and he was defeated once and for all.

As the dust settled, Goku, Vegeta, and Gohan were hailed as heroes. They had saved the multiverse from destruction and proved that they were worthy members of the Avengers. From that day forward, they fought side by side with their new allies, always ready to defend the world from whatever dangers lay ahead.

ACT V.  GOHAN’S DEEP REVELATION !

As the battle with Kang came to an end, Gohan suddenly felt a pull in his consciousness. He looked around, but nobody else seemed to have noticed. Suddenly, a portal opened up in front of him, and he was pulled into it.

He found himself in a strange place, surrounded by cosmic energy. Suddenly, a figure materialized in front of him. It was Uatu the Watcher.

"Greetings, Gohan," Uatu said. "I have summoned you here because I believe you have the potential to be a great hero. But to do so, you must first learn the value of balance."

Gohan was confused. "What do you mean, balance?" he asked.

"Balance between your physical strength and your spiritual strength," Uatu explained. "You have incredible power, but if you do not cultivate your inner strength, you risk losing control and causing great harm."

Gohan listened carefully to Uatu's words. He realized that the Watcher was imparting a great wisdom to him. He vowed to take Uatu's words to heart and become a better hero.

After his conversation with Uatu, Gohan returned to Tony Stark and the Avengers. He asked Tony if he could use the resources of Stark Industries to develop a way to cultivate his inner strength. Tony, impressed with Gohan's determination and wisdom, agreed to help.

Over the next few months, Gohan trained with Tony's technology and developed his spiritual strength. He became more centered and focused, and he felt that he was ready to face any challenge that came his way.

One day, while the Avengers were on a mission, they received a distress signal from deep space. They responded immediately, and when they arrived, they found themselves face to face with Galactus, the Devourer of Worlds.

But instead of attacking, Gohan stepped forward and engaged Galactus in conversation. He asked the cosmic being about his purpose and his reason for consuming worlds.

Galactus was taken aback by Gohan's words. He had never encountered a being like Gohan before. As they spoke, Gohan realized that Galactus was not evil, but merely a force of nature.

With this realization, Gohan vowed to find a way to stop Galactus without resorting to violence. He set the stage for a new epic saga, one in which he would use his spiritual strength to save not just the world, but the entire universe.

ACT VI. WE NEED YOU! Z-FIGHTERS, X-MEN, & AVENGERS!!

As Gohan continued his conversation with Galactus, he felt a strange energy in the air. Suddenly, a portal opened up, and a figure stepped out. It was the Silver Surfer, Galactus's herald.

The Surfer explained that other space tyrants had formed an alliance with Galactus, and they were now waging war against the universe. The Avengers, X-Men, and Z Fighters were called to action, and they formed a united front against their common enemy.

The battle was brutal and intense. The space tyrants were powerful, and they had an army of minions at their disposal. The heroes fought with all their might, but they were outnumbered and outgunned.

At the center of the conflict was Galactus himself. Gohan stepped forward, ready to face the Devourer of Worlds. Their battle was epic and intense, with both combatants pushing themselves to their limits.

At first, it seemed as if Gohan was hopelessly outmatched. Galactus's power was beyond anything he had ever encountered, and the weight of the universe was on his shoulders. But as the battle continued, Gohan began to tap into his spiritual strength.

With each passing moment, Gohan's power grew stronger, and Galactus began to weaken. It was as if Gohan's inner strength was feeding on Galactus's cosmic energy, and he was becoming stronger and stronger.

Finally, in a burst of energy, Gohan landed a crushing blow on Galactus. The Devourer of Worlds fell to the ground, defeated.

The heroes cheered, but Gohan was too exhausted to celebrate. He collapsed to the ground, his body wracked with pain. It was as if he had used up every last ounce of his strength.

But as he lay there, he realized something. He had tapped into a power that was beyond physical strength, beyond cosmic energy. He had tapped into his own inner strength, the strength that came from his heart and his soul.

And he knew that this was the true source of his power, the power that would allow him to continue fighting for what was right, no matter what challenges lay ahead.

ACT VII.  COSMIC GOHAN! THE UNIVERSE’S MOST POWERFUL WARRIOR !

As Gohan lay on the ground, Galactus suddenly rose back to his feet, towering over the exhausted hero. "You may have defeated me once, Gohan," he said, "but I am not so easily beaten."

Galactus's eyes glowed with cosmic power, and Gohan could feel the energy building around him. He knew that this was Galactus's final stand, and that he would need to use everything he had to emerge victorious.

Suddenly, Gohan began to feel a strange power surging within him. He felt a deep connection to the cosmos, as if he were being infused with the power of the universe itself.

With a roar of triumph, Gohan stood up and lifted his arms to the sky. His body began to glow with a brilliant light, and a new form emerged: Cosmic Gohan.

Cosmic Gohan was unlike anything anyone had ever seen before. He was surrounded by a glowing aura of energy, and his eyes glowed with a fierce intensity. He had gained new abilities, such as the power to manipulate gravity and the ability to create massive energy constructs from pure cosmic energy.

Cosmic Gohan is a sight to behold. His hair is longer and more flowing than ever before, now reaching down to his waist. It is still black, but it is now streaked with silver and purple highlights, shimmering in the light.

His body is even more muscular than before, but it is now infused with cosmic energy. His muscles bulge and ripple, glowing with a soft blue light. His skin has taken on a slightly bluish tint, as if he were being illuminated from within.

He wears a new set of clothing, made from an unknown material that seems to absorb and amplify cosmic energy. The outfit is a sleek, black jumpsuit, with silver and purple highlights that match his hair. The suit hugs his muscular frame, emphasizing his powerful physique.

His eyes are now a bright, piercing blue, glowing with a fierce intensity. They seem to hold the secrets of the universe, and anyone who looks into them is filled with a sense of awe and wonder.

Galactus charged at Cosmic Gohan, but the hero was ready. He lifted his arms and unleashed a massive Kamehameha wave, imbued with the power of the cosmos. The energy blast slammed into Galactus, sending him reeling.

But Galactus wasn't done yet. He unleashed a barrage of cosmic energy, trying to overpower Cosmic Gohan. But the hero was too powerful. He stood his ground, absorbing the energy and redirecting it back at Galactus.

The two combatants traded blows, each trying to gain the upper hand. But in the end, it was Cosmic Gohan who emerged victorious. He unleashed a final, devastating Kamehameha wave, which engulfed Galactus in a bright white light.

When the light faded, Galactus was nowhere to be seen. Cosmic Gohan collapsed to the ground, exhausted but triumphant. The heroes rushed to his side, congratulating him on his victory.

From that day forward, Cosmic Gohan became known as a champion of the universe, using his new powers to protect the cosmos from any threat that dared to challenge it.

ACT VIII.  COSMIC GOHAN V. GALACTUS!! THE FINAL BLOW !

With a mighty blast of energy, Cosmic Gohan defeated Galactus once and for all. The cosmic tyrant's massive form crumpled and fell, his power extinguished forever.

The universe was saved, but at a great cost. The battle had left many worlds in ruins, and countless lives had been lost. But thanks to the bravery and heroism of Gohan and his allies, the threat of Galactus was finally vanquished.

As the dust settled and the heroes took stock of the aftermath, Gohan felt a sense of peace within himself. He had truly come into his own as a warrior, and he had saved the lives of billions. It was a moment he would never forget.

But as he looked up at the stars, he knew that there would always be more threats to the universe. More villains, more tyrants, more dangers lurking in the shadows. And he knew that he would be ready, whenever they came.

For Gohan had become more than just a warrior. He had become a protector of the universe, a defender of all that was good and right. And he would always be ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[beansprean]

E11 Ideas in no particular order:

Simon the Devious rug pull/reveal

Simon the Devious was behind the documentary all along. He is Greg the camera guy. The documentary was produced by the Daltry Brothers Production Company with thanks to the Toby Daltry Memorial Film Foundation

Outrageous nandermo flirting throughout

Nandermo secret off-camera relationship (we already have canon nandermo QPR I just wanna remind everyone Guillermo is officially in the polycule)

We find out via tv news in the background that Jordan got hit with that sign Nandor threw and he died (no one cares bc they are doing more interesting things)

Nandermo get served by the local Staten Island Chapter of Vampire Vigilantes for operating as superheroes without a permit

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary

"Clip show" where they all watch the documentary and its full of 'deleted' scenes that we have never seen before (leading to revealed secrets and arguments and confessions and-)

1 hour special that is literally the documentary (with a special guest narrator)

The Guide x Miguel I am so serious

The entire episode is just a backdoor pilot for a spinoff series (seanmaine sitcom?) (life as cravensworth's robinson's monster?)

The house blows up/is destroyed somehow

Colin, as part of the house based on my own personal EV lore, dies or nearly dies bc of this. They get a new house and bury him there and then he pops back up babystyled and the monster has to be his dad now

The monster sacrifices himself to save his dads (noooo!!!!!!!!)

Last scene all the vampires are going into the fancy room to have an orgy and Nandor pokes his head out to say 'arent you coming Guillermo?' and he grins and shrugs at the camera and goes in and thats how it ends

Jenna was there The Whole Time (please god it would be so funny i will die on this hill)

Guillermo dies and Nandor has to turn him anyway

Guillermo dies and Nandor tries to turn him but apparently thats how energy vamps are made whoopsie

Laszlo says "Guillermo" correctly

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests

(maybe even including the two Freddies bc it would be very funny. Nandor getting jealous like excuse me step away from Guillermo you had your chance and Freddie is like oh sorry no I'm the other Freddie and Nandor is like o rly hello and Guillermo is like exCUSE ME STEP AWA-)

Red carpet premiere of the documentary with all the fan favorite characters returning as guests that turns out to be a trap set by the Vampiric Council and they all have to fight their way out of that shit again

Red carpet premiere of the documentary that turns out to be a trap set by Batdor and Robllermo to murder a bunch of rich people

Nadja starts an mlm foot pic empire with the monster as her bouncer (dressed in a cute little pimp suit and feathered hat)

Somehow, the Witch's Skin Hat has returned

Guillermo returns to his pre-corporate color palette (greens and browns and reds and patterns pls!!) but its well fitted and non shitty sweaters

All the ghosts of all the people they ever killed/buried at the house rise up and attack (including lisa's severed head), and this somehow leads to Dolly finishing her unfinished business and saying goodbye

The Guide is proud and relieved to see that Nandor is no longer obsessed with her and they are buddies now

She insinuates that he found what he was looking for (in Guillermo). sometimes you hurt every woman in your life because your soulmate is a man

Sean dies (noooooo!!!!!!!!)

Sean gets turned into a vampire

Sean gets turned into a vampire and immediately breaks every rule and also turns Charmaine and somehow manages to take over the entire eastern seaboard and overthrow Tilda Swinton as supreme leader of the Vampiric Council

MAJOR timeskip, like multiple years or even decades. 10 year retrospective post-documentary release?

They recreate the supernatural finale beat for beat, complete with colin in a very bad wig and two covers of "you're dead" back to back to fill up the runtime

Vampire society rises up against the house after the documentary is released and they all die