Judgment Day Fluff

**kicks down the door** ITS HOT GIRL SUMMER BABYYyyy!!!! How’s about Y/N and Julia Heart have a “girls day” by the pool with the HOB lookin on 😈

Peeping toms 😂

I love this idea, babes! The chokehold they have on me is unreal.

Hot Girl Summer

Pairing: House of Black/Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Tag List:

@writtingrose, @abadamn, @rubyred1980, @letmebeawesome, @brittsdmd, @unlikelywrestlingfan, @rollynchwhore, @cuzimacomedian, @demonqueen29, @auburnwrites, @thebestintheworld, @elitehoe, @wwenhlimagines , @omg-im-such-a-masochist

"You look so good!"

Julia gave me a small smile as she sat beside me at the hotel's outdoor pool. "Thanks Y/n," she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

I swirled my foot in the water and leaned my head on her shoulder. We had always been close, but her joining the House meant we'd have even more time together. Besides, like I'd complain about seeing those three men all the time. 

"Thanks for the girl time," she said, pulling me in for a side hug.

"Of course, babe," I said, turning to give her a light kiss on the cheek. "Now are you getting in or what?" I pushed off the edge and into the water, splashing her slightly. 

"Oh we're doing that, huh?" she said with a laugh as she slid into the water, smacking it and sending some spraying at me. 

We kept that up for a few moments, giggling and splashing each other like little kids. After a while, Julia and I just floated in the water, both slightly winded from our antics. Looking over at each other, we burst into another fit of giggles as she drifted under my arm and a shadow stood over us.

“Enjoying yourselves, ladies?” 

I smiled, turning toward the accented voice behind us. “Of course,” I said sweetly, eyeing Malakai in his dark suit. My gaze slid over to the other chairs, where both Brody and Buddy sat. “Aren’t you warm?” I filled my voice with faux worry, hoping I could get them to break down. “You should join us.”

Buddy stood, and I flashed Julia a look, coupled with a small smirk. She knew I loved just messing with them, having them wrapped, but Buddy and Brody were always the easier ones to get to go my way.

I looked back to the three men, giving them my best doe eyed look. “C’mon guys,” I pleaded, “the water is perfect.” Julia stifled a giggle as I watched a flushed Buddy pulling his shirt off. 

I turned to Brody, batting my lashes, which always made him weak for me. He sighed, pulling his shirt off as Buddy jumped into the water. Malakai sighed as he watched Brody follow, and I giggled. “Please?” I said softly, leaning on the wall of the pool as the other three splashed around.  A devilish smirk crossed Malakai’s lips. “Maybe tonight, schatje. Just you and I.” I felt my face flush as I sank into the pool as he sat on one of the beach chairs, watching us. 

Needy Luffy NSFW

Luffy x Fem Reader

Extra: Creampie, needy Luffy, fem reader, nipple sucking, a bit vanilla, women anatomy specifics

Author notes: Am I back? Probably not I legit just have been on a block and with my mental health it hasn't really improved but my goal is one of two per month next year.

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"I need you." He begged holding onto your waist his head on your chest. His cock sliding in and out at a rapid pace. It was clear that Luffy was needy from the moment you walked out of your room he slammed you back into your room and stripped you naked. His actions displayed nothing but need. He worshiped your body as if you were nothing but a God.

At the moment the way he slid inside you proved to him that you were a God. Your velvety walls sucked him in, clenching his big cock. Each throb you heard him whimper into your chest. Your body slightly bounced as his hips slammed into you. Drool was pooling out of your mouth from the immense pleasure. His girth hit the right spot over and over causing you to see nothing but stars.

"L-Luffy!" You called out holding onto the side of the couch cushion. His one hand snaked down to your clit. His hand rubbed your clit his fingers slightly hitting the slick that spewed out of your pretty cunt. He loved your body the way the slick comes out whenever he touches you.

His head on your chest quickly grabbed a hold of your right nipple. His tongue flicked back and forth. His mouth slightly bit into your nipple a sharp yet pleasurable pain was felt. Your body shook from the pleasure his mouth on your nipple, his hand on your clit, and his cock fitting perfectly into you.

You continued to hold back the pressure you felt from within to relish in the pure bliss. Luffy wanted you, he worshiped you, he would do anything just to put his cock in a God like you. He held you tightly with one arm his other hand rubbing your puffy little clit.

His hips buckled in you not slowing the pace and whimpering as his mouth rested on your harden nipple. His cock throbbed inside your walls, he was close and he knew it but he wanted you to cum first. With several sloppy slowed down thrust his hips locking each thrust he finally hit his high spewing his white salty ropes inside your clenching wall. Your body shook not yet reaching your high till he thruster his cock deeper into your cunt hitting the perfect spot. Your orgasm pushed you to the edge your back arched from the pleasure as a loud moan left your wondrous lips.

Sold (Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Gold's daughter!Reader

Synopsis: The coin lands on tails

Warnings: Smut 🔞(implied age gap, dubcon/noncon, virginity loss, p in v sex, rough sex, cursing, praise kink, sir kink, choking, overstimulation) Angst (anxiety, crying, manipulation, blood loss)

Author's note: I thought of this on a whim one day and went with it. Definitely a darker portrayal of Tommy.. read at your own discretion.

CH. ONE CH. TWO

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“I’m gonna spin a coin for your yard Charlie.”

“You goin’ what?”

“If it’s heads, Abe here takes all this,” Tommy explained with an extended hand, “with my blessing.”

“Tommy!”

“And if it’s tails,” Tommy paused, flicking his eyes to Aberama's cocked brow. “I fuck your daughter Mr. Gold.”

His face fell stone cold at the proposition.

“What’ll it be?” Tommy asked with a smug expression, dragging a cigarette across his lips. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.” Abbie spat, straightening his posture to assert dominance.

Tommy’s expression remained unchanged as he twirled the coin between his fingers before tossing it in the air, catching it on top of his hand.

His pale blue eyes glinted as he uncovered the coin, facing tails up. In an effort to contain his amusement his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as his eyes flicked up to Abe.

“A deal is a deal.” Abe coughed, adjusting the collar of his coat, clenching his jaw.

Tommy nodded in acknowledgement as his face cast aglow from the flame of his cigarette. Behind the orange glare you could faintly make out the edge of his lips tugging into a smirk.

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Expensive shoes crunched lightly against the gravel of Thomas Shelby’s driveway as you exited your lift. Your breath hitched in nervousness as the car rolled away behind you, disappearing into the darkness.

With a few hesitant steps you made contact with the door, knocking lightly against the wood. After a few moments a maid named Frances let you in, granting your chilled limbs a satisfying warmth in the lit up foyer.

Her hands fell open out of habit, prepared for your coat. The fabric fell off your shoulders with the shrug of your arms, exposing your skin.

She smiled warmly as she received it, turning from you to place it on a rack. With her back to you, you were granted the privacy to unhide your expression. The heaviness of shame dragged the corners of your mouth into a frown.

She turned to you, attentive with her posture and eyes. “Are you here to see Charlie? A sitter perhaps?” Her brows raised in a sort of put on friendliness.

You blinked, thumbing the beads hanging off your dress. “N-no,” you replied shyly, lifting your eyes to meet hers. “I’m here to see Thomas Shelby.”

Her warm expression melted at the realization, the falling of her lips communicated an unspoken sympathy.

You took in a breath, shaky with anticipation. “Might you direct me to his room?”

“Right, of course.” She shook her head in embarrassment, forcing a smile and guiding you with an extended arm.

As you followed behind her and up the stairs, your eyes flicked over the many paintings on the walls. A blonde woman caught your eye. She was beautiful; framed in a circle of moonlight pouring through a nearby window. Your neck craned, following her eyes, as they did you grew nauseous.

“It’s just down the hall there dear,” The maid directed with a pointed finger, dissolving your trance.

Your eyes scanned over the many doors, stopping at one furthest down the hall. An orange glow spread from under the door, illuminating a path on the embroidered carpet.

“Thank you.” You murmured, keeping your eyes down, and starting down the vacant hall.

She hummed as she departed, disappearing carefully down the stairs.

Hesitant steps carried you down the dark corridor. The shaking of your breath broke the stillness of the air as you grew closer to your fate. A throbbing commenced in your head as you stopped, hovering inches from the door.

Black shadows moved at your feet, indicating activity on the other side. Swallowing thickly, you raised your fist to hover against the wood. With a heavy breath you knocked lightly, 2 times. A stirring of bed sheets came through the door, making you freeze.

“Come in.” a masculine voice called out, increasing your heart rate.

With his instruction, you turned the knob, twisting it’s cool handle and pushing it open with a creak. Candlelight lit up his figure as you entered the room.

Your chest rose as your eyes flicked over his shirtless form, sprawled under white bed sheets with a drink in his outstretched arm. He was otherworldly. His taut chest was covered in ripples of muscle, decorated with a tattoo. His firm forearms twitched slightly as he thumbed the glass in his hand. Your posture stiffened as you closed the door behind you, not removing your eyes from him.

“So you’re Gold’s daughter eh?” He asked, although already knowing the answer. His eyes hungrily scanned your body as he awaited a response.

“Y-yes.” You subconsciously played with the hem of your dress as his piercing blue eyes drank you in.

“What’s your name?” The bed springs squeaked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, reaching to sit his drink on the nightstand.

Your breath hitched at the quiet thud against the wood. “Y/n, sir.”

He was quiet for a moment, suppressing a groan at your pet name. “That’s a lovely name.”

Your eyes wandered to his shifting hips as he neared you, growing taller with every step. The thin white fabric of his boxers scarcely hid the print of his length.

“Y/n.” He repeated to himself, admiring you with parted lips. Your attention moved to him as your name dripped off his tongue. In closeness you could smell his cologne, almost taste it.

I’m curiosity he extended a finger out to brush your cheek, tracing your soft, youthful skin.

The contact made your face burn, unfamiliar with the feeling of a man’s touch.

He pulled away in surprise, studying you with furrowed brows.

His gaze was dominant, powerful, making you feel small and submissive in his presence. His proximity was arousing, close enough to feel his body heat warming yours.

“Are you a virgin?” His voice was low and gravely, making your stomach sink.

You couldn’t help your eyes from watering, both in embarrassment and fear. “Y-yes sir.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, clenching his jaw.

You shifted your weight on each foot, unsure if he was aroused or regretful.

“I’ve never taken a man Mr. Shelby.” With wide, innocent eyes you studied his face. His captivating crystal eyes, his prominent cheek bones, then down to his pink, plump lips, glistening with saliva as he pulled his bottom lip into his teeth.

You mimicked him subconsciously, growing in desire as you studied his masculine features.

His eyes met yours making you gasp softly.

Without warning he closed the gap between you, capturing your mouth in his.

The impact pushed you back slightly, if not for his hand on your back you would have stumbled over.

His breath fanned your cheek as his lips hungrily caressed yours, sucking at your mouth with his.

Your heart pounded with adrenaline, both in arousal and fear.

Your neck craned as you clumsily kissed him back, steadying yourself with your fingers against his shifting jaw.

He groaned at your touch, pulling away from you with a pop. Your eyes fluttered open at his retreat, finding his lust blown pupils, glistening in the amber light.

His hand slid up your back in eagerness, though not rushed, reaching for the top zipper. The feeling of his hands on your body send chills down your skin.

Your dress loosened as he pulled down, nearly exposing your chest if not for your hand catching the falling fabric.

“Wait..” your voice trembled, blinking in fear. His fingers loosened from the zipper at your protest.

“It’s just,” you breathed in, chewing your lip as to not grow upset, “I’m afraid.”

In amusement his mouth curled into a half smile, exposing his teeth, intrigued by your innocence.

Don’t worry love,” he leaned into your ear, muttering lowly with a gravely tone, “I’ve got the best cock in England.”

There wasn’t sarcastic tone in his voice, rather a seriousness, a confidence that rolled off his tongue. The thought made your stomach twist.

“Let me see you.”

You obliged, knowing it was a command and not a suggestion. Slowly, your hand lifted from your chest, allowing the gown the fall down your body.

It hit the floor with a soft thud, exposing your youthful figure. A chill raised on your skin at your bareness, causing you to shiver slightly.

He pulled back from your ear, taking time to admire you. His mouth fell agape as he took you in. Your slender shoulders, narrow hips, and pink nipples, erect in the cool air.

“Christ.”

Instinctually you covered yourself, hiding your breasts and core with trembling hands.

Your couldn’t face him, instead finding your gaze on the floor, watching your feet shift against the velvety carpet.

He shook his head, stepping towards you, bumping into your arms with his abdomen.

Your head tilted at the new angle, finding him looking down at you past his nose. “Don’t hide from me love.”

Your skin warmed as his large hands grasped your wrists, making your heart pound as he easily pulled them from your body.

“I need to fuck that little cunt.” He breathed to himself, exploring his hands up your skin, leaving goosebumps in their place.

Anticipating his cock inside of you made your stomach twist in knots.

His hands stopped at your shoulders, making you stumble backwards as he maneuvered you to the bed. The wood frame met your heels as you met the edge.

“Lay back love,” the force of his hands gently pushed you backwards, lowering you onto the mattress.

You sucked in a breath as the soft comforter swallowed your small frame, leaving you sprawled open. His eyes flicked over you with a predatory gaze, clenching his jaw in arousal as he scanned your body, ready to receive him. Your hair spread underneath you, rippling in soft waves across his sheets.

He worked his boxers down with his thumb, causing your chest to rise as he shuffled the fabric down his thighs.

A patch of dark hair exposed itself at the movement, before finally revealing his half hard cock, bobbing towards his toned abdomen.

Your lips parted in intrigue as he fisted himself a few times, growing hard as his thick fingers stimulated his reddened head.

He let out a withheld breath, dipping the mattress with his weight as he crawled on top of you, trapping you in with his outstretched arms.

Your heart was pounding at a dizzying pace as he closed the space between you. His body heat evaporated his scent, cool with lingering cigarette smoke and whiskey. You breathed him in, foreign to the musk of a man.

“I’ll take good care of you love,” he reassured, pulling your attention to him with a hand in your hair. “don’t worry..” he spoke against your lips, pulling you in for a long kiss.

Your eyes fell closed at the contact. His breath fanned your cheek as he tasted you, groaning lowly as he worked his soft lips against yours.

Imagining his skill made your thighs clench, knowing the amount of women he has been with.

Your squirming under him caught his attention, causing him to break the kiss, hovering inches from your face.

“Are you ready?” He asked, scanning over your face with an eagerness in his turquoise blue eyes.

“I have to be.” You mumbled in an uncertain tone, chewing the inside of your cheek.

He let out a heavy breath as he diverted his eyes from you, reaching for his length. You watched him attentively as he grasped himself, lining up with your open legs.

His other hand pinned down your thighs, making you stuck in a breath as he spread your soft flesh with his firm fingers.

With knit brows he pushed himself into your entrance, making you both gasp.

You fisted the sheets at the unfamiliar pressure, growing in intensity.

“Fuck…” He groaned as he worked into you, stretching out your tight walls with his thick cock.

You whimpered in pain as he buried himself inside of you, not stopping until his thighs touched yours.

He pulled out slightly, making your breath hitch as your insides burned.

The sheets wrestled as he changed positions, resting on his elbows to close the gap between you. His length bumped further into you, making you clench around him.

“Mr. Shelby.. I- I can’t..” you whimpered, writhing under him, looking to ease the feeling of fullness.

“Shh..” he soothed, hovering against your ear “It’ll feel good love, I promise.” His lips met your cheek softly, making you let out a breath.

With a concentration in his brow he pulled out slowly, making you gasp, empty and clenching around nothing.

His thick traps impeded your view, only giving you access to his shifting jaw and taut chest pressing into yours.

He plunged into you again with the bucking of hips, quicker this time, forcing himself inside of you.

You squeaked at the movement, feeling a pressure in your walls as he claimed you.

He began a steady rhythm, chasing pleasure with shaky breaths as he rocked in and out of you at a quick pace.

Your eyes squint shut as he stimulated you, sheathing you with his cock. The hair of his thighs tickled yours as he pounded in and out of you, rocking the bed.

He groaned lowly as you squeezed him, and began to pick up his intensity, harshly colliding with your body.

“Oh fuck..” he groaned with knit brows, fucking you hard. “Good girl, squeeze me like that.”

His praise withdrew a whimper from your throat, encouraging you to slide your hands over his back. Your fingers explored the muscles of his shoulders, shifting with his movements.

The continuous intrusion of his length nudged a spot inside of you, making your toes curl.

“Mr. Shelby..” you whined, holding onto his shifting shoulders for leverage. His body was warm and tough with muscle.

Your sounds encouraged him, and he rutted into you harder, repeatedly hitting that spot inside of you, sending bursts of pleasure down your legs.

Your nails dug into his flesh subconsciously, kneading his skin damp with sweat. He groaned, aroused by the pain of your nails in his flesh.

His breathing labored as he fucked you, fanning your face as his forehead fell against yours. You were spilling in arousal, squelching with his every movement.

Rapid breaths escaped your parted lips. Chasing the feeling, you arched your back, bumping into his chest. His sweat covered skin rubbed against yours as he fucked you.

“Are you close?”

Numb with pleasure your head nodded, unable to form words.

“Good girl..” he praised breathlessly, “good girl..” He rocked into you forcefully, moving your body back and forth on the mattress.

“I’m gonna-“ you paused, stunned by a wave of pleasure from his calculated thrusts, “Mr. Shelby..” your whimpered, helpless as your muscles tensed underneath him.

“Come for me sweetheart,” he panted, burying his head in your neck, “come for me.” His deep gravely voice pulled you over the edge.

“Oh fuck!” You yelped, convulsing as waves of pleasure wrecked through your body.

Your eyes squeezed shut in euphoria, mouthing incoherent words as he fucked you through your high, murmuring against your skin.

He moaned deeply as your spasming walls squeezed his length, making his pace waver for a moment.

“Fuck..” you moaned, wrestling the sheets with your squirming.

He didn’t stop, relentlessly fucking your overstimulated entrance with his thick length.

“Mr. Shelby.. it’s too much..” your nails dug into his back in pain.

“I’m almost there love,” he panted, red in the face as he neared his high.

His length continued to pry into you, deeper and harder as his desperation grew.

You squirmed instinctively, pulling yourself away from his cock.

He intercepted your resistance with a firm hand sliding up your throat. His grasp caught the breath in your lungs, making your eyes water.

“Fuck.. stay put love..” he groaned lowly, nudging his nose against your neck as he rutted in and out of you.

Your eyelids drooped at the pressure, lazily following the shifting muscles in his back.

“Ahhh..” he groaned deeply, flexing his core against yours. “Oh fuck…”

He came undone at last, emptying himself into you with a loud groan. “Christ..” he cursed with an open mouth, bucking his hips against yours as his warm seed filled you up.

His grasp tightened slightly as he tensed, unleashing a tear down your cheek and onto his hand.

His pace slowed to shallow rocking, as he came down from his high. Once satisfied, he pulled out with a slick wet noise, making your thighs shake.

His hand released from your throat as he caught his breath, lifting his head from yours to hover above you. His forehand fell against yours in exhaustion, leaving a bead of sweat on your face.

Without saying a word he leaned in, kissing your damp skin, removing the wetness with his lips.

You clenched your jaw, trying best to keep your emotions as bay as you turned your head from him, softly sniffling.

He pulled away from you, rolling to his back with a satisfied sigh as he reached for a cigarette on the nightstand.

While he was occupied you sat up slightly, pulling the covers over your exposed limbs.

As you did so your eyes caught a glimpse of red on the sheets. They wandered to your open thighs, widening at the sight of smeared blood.

You held a hand to you face, blinking in shock and turning to Tommy, “There’s blood!”

Your hand on his forearm turned his attention to you. “It’s okay love,” he took a drag of his cigarette, inhaling a fair amount of smoke, “It’s normal.” His free hand reached for yours, smoothing over your knuckles with his thumb as he let out a puff of smoke through pursed lips.

His touch unleashed a flood of tears from your eyes, which you quickly covered with your hand as they trickled down your face.

You sucked in short breaths, crying against your hand as your body shook.

“Eh, what’s the matter?” He asked softly, reaching for you.

You shook your head, refusing to speak the truth, instead letting it out in the form of tears, forming dark circles on his sheets.

“Talk to me love,” His voice held a tone of sincerity as he kept his eyes to your frame. “Please.”

You took in a shaky breath, swiping your face before letting down your hand. “I’m just a body to you.”

Your gaze was emotionless, frozen on the yellow wallpaper in front of you, dancing over each flower design.

With enough courage you turned your head to face him, pulling your watery eyes to his. “I don’t want to just be a body Thomas.”

The sound of his name on your lips made him freeze. It was vulnerable. Desperate. His cold expression fell, replacing with one of sympathy and warmth in the flicking of his eyes.

“You’re not.” He shook his head, putting his cigarette down and smoothing his other hand over your arm. You leaned into his touch, sucking in a shaky breath through your mouth and rolling onto his chest.

“You’re not just a body to me love.” He spoke against your hair, smoothing over your back with firm strokes.

You nestled against his chest, focusing on the sounds of his shallow breathing against your ear, slowing your tears.

“I’ll make you more than that.”

High Risk, High Reward- Blackpool Combat Club, Eddie Kingston, Santana and Ortiz

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI, just pure unholiness, backstage orgy, blood, manhandling, choking, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, use of the names whore, slut, and princess, spitting, unprotected sex (please use a condom), creampie

Word Count: 1,994

So this is for @nething4perfection as a surprise just because... and because we are both on our BCC, Eddie, 'Tana and 'Tiz shit. Love ya honey!

This time surprisingly I will not be using government names but ring names

Blood. There was so much blood. It usually made you squeamish but seeing your men beat the absolute holy hell out of the Jericho Appreciation Society made you unconsciously squeeze your thighs together.

You winced when Bryan and Mox took some of those hard blows, and the fire in your stomach increased when you saw Eddie all bloodied and walking to the ring with a gas can. You let out a groan when the referee rang the bell in favor of the J.A.S. They looked rough to say the least; Bryan was barely stirring after being choked out, the other referees had just pulled Mox out of the barbed wire, Eddie hadn’t even moved yet, and you had no clue where Santana and Ortiz were.

You knew that this defeat, especially to Jericho was going to piss them off. In the end, that thrilled you even more so because you knew angry sex was in your future.

And you loved angry sex.

You could hear the heavy footsteps getting closer to the locker room, and no sooner did you open the door was a bloody hand wrapped around your throat. Bryan. Another hand yanks your hair hard. Mox.

Unconsciously you can feel yourself going down on your knees as Mox and Bryan use their free hands to free their cocks from their pants. Once they were free it was like a melee, your mouth became their own personal flesh light as they took turns fucking your throat.

“I think the little slut can take both of us together, what do you think Mox?” Bryan asked Mox almost rhetorically; out of the corner of your eye you could see Santana and Ortiz stalking you, as if you were prey and Eddie was leaning against the wall; his bloody features focused solely on you.

“Open wide Princess.” Mox grinned his familiar shark-like grin, and you opened your mouth as wide as you could; gagging slightly when both men shoved their cocks down your throat. Their pace would change constantly; one minute they were thrusting together and the next they were taking turns thrusting in and out of your mouth.

You whimpered around their cocks and peered up at them through your watering eyes. You gave them a wide-eyed, almost innocent look that completely contrasted the fact that your mouth was currently stuffed full of two cocks.

"Such a good little whore. I bet you would swallow all of our cocks if they could all fit. Would you like that? Would you like for us to fuck you stupid?" Santana started speaking the filthiest things and it made you let out another whine which made Mox and Bryan try and shove their cocks further in.

"Somebody likes the attention." Ortiz teased as he, Santana, and Eddie could see the growing wet spot on the back of your jeans. You let out a loud choking noise when Bryan and Mox shoved their cocks as far as they could go, making you deep throat them.

You tapped their thighs rapidly, you were losing oxygen, they pulled out and you let out gasp, coughing slightly as you tried to regain your breath, two trails of drool connecting your mouth to their cocks.

A whine escaped your throat as Mox yanked your head back so you’d look up at him, you could feel his fingers pulling a few strands out. “Open.” He snarled and you opened your mouth. He spit in it and without prompting you swallowed it and showed him an empty mouth, “good girl”

“Fuck” you hear Eddie swear and out of the corner of your eye you can see him pacing like an angry animal in a cage. Mox relinquishes his grip on your hair as Bryan lets go of your throat, your partners have a silent conversation as Bryan asks Santana to make sure the door is shut and locked. Why they didn’t do this earlier you had no idea and honestly didn’t care, too lost in your own pleasure; the floaty feeling you were craving starting to slowly wrap around you.

Bryan bends down to your level and makes sure that you’re looking directly into his eyes, “Are you okay with this?” You let out a whimper and nod, but immediately avert your eyes when you see the stern look you are met with, “Words or we stop.” That makes you let out a whine and you shake your head, “Yes. Please.”

Almost immediately Bryan’s hand is back around your throat and he lifts you to your feet. Santana and Ortiz are the first to strike, kissing and sucking any exposed skin. Suddenly you can hear buttons popping, hear the ripping of the fabric and the cool air on your skin. Through your hazy vision you can see Mox staring at you with a grin that made him look like the cat that ate the canary as Santana and Ortiz ripped every stitch of clothing off except for your underwear.

A choked whine comes out when Bryan’s finger squeeze tighter around your throat, your eyes rolling back as your vision turns white; your thighs unconsciously clench together in arousal at the manhandling.

Mox, ever the observant partner notices that you’re floating away so he taps your cheek lightly to get your attention. As the fogginess fades slightly you can see him looking directly into your eyes “No floating away yet. We haven’t even had any fun.” Another whine comes out that quickly turns into a gasp when Mox shoved his hand into your panties and runs a finger through your folds.

You were absolutely soaked.

He didn’t waste any time delving his fingers inside of you pumping them like a madman. Bryan squeezes your neck tighter and your knees threaten to come out from underneath you. Santana steps up behind you and wraps his arms around you, his hands finding your breasts and kneading the flesh. You can see Eddie hasn’t moved yet, he’s still got his features trained solely on you, staring with that familiarly intense stare. A partial scream leaves your throat when Mox curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Your eyes roll back when his fingers dig into your g-spot again. That combined with the choking, hickey sucking and breast grabbing that makes you cum without warning. Santana and Bryan being the only things holding you upright as you cum all over Mox’s fingers. Santana is squeezing your breasts so tightly that it’s almost to the point of pain.

You whimper when Mox pulls his fingers out and squeal slightly when Ortiz replaces them. Without hesitation Mox sticks his cum covered fingers in your mouth “clean them.” You lick at his fingers and moan at the taste of yourself.

“What do you say?” Mox asked you as he pushed his fingers a little deeper into your mouth. A very garbled “Thank you” was what came out. “Such a good little slut,” Bryan sneered right next to your ear. You whine around Mox’s fingers and that whine turns into a scream when Ortiz’s fingers scrape your g-spot and he circles your clit with his thumb. All you could hear was static and the pornographic sound of Ortiz fingering you.

Your eyes rolled back completely as your body tensed up and you released again. Your jaw slacked open with a silent scream, Mox’s fingers still in your mouth and your back arched perfectly as you felt the white hot pleasure tear through you.

After they let you ride out your high your knees decided to give out but Santana scooped you up and placed you on the couch on your stomach. He delivered a smack to your ass as Mox lifted you slightly, sliding underneath you. You and Mox had a silent conversation with your eyes, he was checking to make sure you were okay to continue.

“Color?” He asked, it made you smile slightly; as serious as Bryan and Mox were in bed, they always checked to make sure you were 1. Still in the headspace to properly consent and 2. Make sure you were still consenting to continue.

“Green.” You said looking into his eyes. Both your eyes closed in Bliss and Mox let out a small moan when he sheathed himself inside of you. Even after being stretched out you were still so tight. After giving you a moment to adjust he began to shallowly thrust while you grinder down on him.

The slow pace didn’t last long as you heard a bottle open and and you gasped feeling a coolness against your other hole. “Relax.” Bryan said quietly as he slowly worked a finger inside, and once satisfied with the resistance he added a second scissoring you open slowly.

As you continued to grind almost mindlessly onto Bryan fingers and Mox’s cock you turned you attention to Santana who had also freed his cock from his pants. Without prompting you took Santana into your mouth, hollowing you cheeks and trying to get him as deep as possible.

You whimpered around his cock slightly when Bryan pulled out his fingers and you could feel the blunt head of his cock poking at your back entrance. You could feel Mox still under you and Bryan pushed himself inside of you slowly, stopping everything you made a noise of discomfort around Santana’s cock. When he was fully seated in you he gave you time to adjust, even though you’ve done this with them before you still had a bit of a hard time being so full.

When you started to slowly grind yourself back onto Bryan he took that as his signal to continue. You let out an almost pornographic moan when Bryan and Mox thrusted at the exact same time, and the vibrations from you caused Santana to try and stick himself further into your mouth.

“Shit such a good little slut, she’s got all her holes filled but I can see that she wants more.” Santana snarled as he made you deep throat him making you gag.

Your senses slipped away faster and faster, you could hear the blood rushing in your ears as you got closer and closer to the edge. You clenched unconsciously around Mox and Bryan making them out a choked moan, and you let out another whimper; you could feel every vein in their cock as they stretched you out.

Without warning your eyes rolled back as you fell over the cliff of pleasure. Your vision went stark white as you practically screamed around Santana's cock, and clenched, making Mox, Bryan, and Santana cum. Even in your hazy state, you tried to milk Santana for every drop of cum he had to offer you. Just the feeling of Mox and Bryan cumming inside of you made you spasm with more aftershocks of pleasure.

As soon as Santana pulled out of your mouth a keening whine exited when you felt something sticky land on your skin. Your body shook as Bryan pulled out of you, making you fall forward onto Mox's chest panting heavily.

At this point words escaped you, as you drooled on Mox's chest thoroughly fucked stupid. Mox ran his fingers through your hair as you settled slightly, a whimper coming out when you felt a wet cloth glide across your back. "Fucking hell, Eds. You and Ortiz got her covered." Mox rumbled as Santana wiped your back clean.

"Color?" Bryan asked you as you tried to grind yourself onto Mox. You looked at Bryan with almost a dreamy look in your eyes "Green." Bryan nods once "Okay time for a break." You looked like you were about to argue but Mox got your attention back on him, "The princess needs a break after being so good." You laid your head back on his chest and sighed, the soothing feeling of his fingers in your hair and the fact that you were fucked out made you drift off to sleep.

holy hell, this took me a bit. I hope you guys enjoy it! Love ya @nething4perfection

*late at night*

*Sif and Thor enter their room where Y/N is chained to the bed*

Thor:* drunk, goes to the bed and fall face first on it* mmhhh…

Sif: *goes to the other side of the bed and sit next to Y/N* Dove I didn’t know you were still awake…

Y/N : *trembling in fear* I…I couldn’t sleep

Sif: Is that so ? Sorry we left you on you own for so long

Thor: *grumble, roll around and rise a little bit from the bed to get closer to Y/N* Come here…

Y/N: *cowers in fear* please…

Thor: I said come here you *takes them in his arms* I want you here, with us…

Sif: *lies down on the bed with Y/N in the middle* you are better here with us

Y/N: *tries to gain some space* …

Thor: *pulling Y/N closer* you cannot run away from us

Sif: *caress their sides tenderly* it’s alright Dove. We love you … so much ❤️

Her First Gold -P2-

Bloodline x Wrestler!Black! Fem Reader

SFW! 18+! Minors DNI!

Part one is here!

~

“I’m such a fuckin idiot…” Y/N sighed out as she realized what she’s done. She was at the private gym on a treadmill chatting with Liv and Asuka walking along. She sighed stressed from the situation she put herself in. “Oh we know.” Asuka stated in her thick accent laughing. “I mean look at the-“ “I swear to god if you say the bright side of it imma beat yo ass, there is no bright side to this liv. I’m gonna lose…” she turned off the mill and got a break with some water. “Y/N, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just bianca.” Asuka said as she just scrolled on her phone. “Y’all don’t understand. It’s not just Bianca, what if I do lose thou? I don’t wanna leave. I don’t wanna go back to NXT and do all that work again.” Y/N was worried about her career and her boys. “I don’t wanna fail my boys…” Liv and Asuka looked at her and smiled getting off their treadmills. “Hey, you are not gonna lose.” Liv said giving eye contact. “Yea! You work so hard Y/N! And on top of that,The bloodline has your back.” Y/N smiles at her friends words. “Besides…you’re a heel right?” Liv smirked. “Well yea I am.” Y/N understood her look and smirked too. “Then be a heel.” Y/N nodded and she hugged her friends getting a text from Roman saying that he was outside. “I’ll see y’all later.”

In the car, she looked at Roman smiling but so her thoughts came over her. “You had a nice workout babygirl?” He asked kissing her cheek as he started on the road. “It was ok, I’m just worried about…next week…” she said biting her nails. “Come on baby stop that. U want me to put bandages on your fingers like ur spy kids?” He asked smirking. She shook her head no and stopped putting her hands between her thighs. “Baby you are gonna be fine. You’ve been working so hard, yes this moment is a bit risky but you are gonna do great.” He smiles as he drove towards the house. “Baby would you be mad if I lose…and I had to go back to NXT?” Roman sighed and looked at her some. “Baby, me or the guys could never be mad at you. You are our princess, our little royal. And we will support you no matter what. Even if you went back to NXT.” Roman smiled as he peeled at Y/N as she was wiping her tears away. “I don’t wanna embarrass you guys. I wanna make y’all proud.” “And you will.”

~

The night has finally come and Y/N paced in the locker room with her custom gear on. She fixed her puffs sighing listening to music getting pumped. She got a text that the boys were coming down and she took her earbuds out soon hearing knocks on the door. “Come on in!” The boys came in rushing her for a hug for luck. “You’re gonna do great mamas.” Jey said kissing her cheek. Jimmy went to fix her hair helping out some and solo presented her with her bloodline wristbands. She smiled at the honor and she let solo put them on. “Baby you’re gonna be awesome, you’re gonna get that belt.” Roman said hugging her close, she nodded and she walked out with him. Roman is gonna be on ring side with her. “Let’s party.” She sighed.

Bianca came out first, in a beautiful pink custom gear wear, the crowd cheering her on, her music blaring around the arena. The WWE universe in the palm of her hand, that’s what Y/N wanted. The music for Y/N came in as a bloodline remix, she walked out with Roman a bit nervous, but gained her confidence seeing how he just glared at the crowd that acknowledged him. Y/N walked with him slow with her gear, red camo, her hair bouncing, she felt like the moment. “They aren’t just cheering me on babygirl.” He said in my ear as we made it to the ring. Y/N listened in to the crowd, she felt supported hearing her name.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled to one fall, for the WWE Women’s Championship!!”

The announcer begun, Y/N leaned in the ropes watching bianca.

“In this Corner, we have our current WWE champion, miss ect., Bianca Belair!”

The crowd went wild and she smiled skipping around some winking at me taking off her jacket.

“And her opponent, the royal of the bloodline herself, Y/N!!”

She smirked getting a cheek kiss from Roman and smirks at Belair. The announcer left out and the ref signaled the bell. Let’s go.

~

She was thrown against the ropes growling at Belair sighing tired. Bianca was getting there too. Amazed how long she’s lasted, it being 15 minutes in the ring, about two specials on her , yet shes still standing. Bianca hit the ropes coming in hot but y/n opened the ropes making bianca go out the ring hitting the floor. She sighed needing a breather but she smirked. The words echoing in her ear. ‘Be a heel.’

Liv is right. She is a heel. Smirking as Bianca she speared her hard, giggling, seeing her flat on the ground. She was able to pin her and soon the bell rung.

She won.

Y/N soon heard the crowd cheer, she couldn’t believe it. She won. She has her title. Her boys ran out excited and hugged her close. They were so proud of her. Soon Roman pointed at Bianca, looking at Y/N smirking. “You’re not done are you?” He whispered chuckling. Something came over her, she shook her head no, Jey smirked handing her a black metal chair. “Get em baby.” He encouraged. Solo kisses her cheek feeding into the evil deed that need to be done. Y/N raised the chair and started to hit Bianca with it. Hearing her cry out in pain, it fueled her. Y/N tossed the chair to the side seeing a defeated Bianca, former champion. She got her belt from Roman, he kissed her hand helping her out the ring and they walked away. She felt this power, she liked this power.

“You will be acknowledged. Just like I do baby.” Roman said smiling. Y/N nodded and walked to the lounge with her Boys.

The new champion.

hey, this is the first fic i’ve ever written. i just wrote about stuff i like! sorry if the pacing’s a little off. i’ve read this too many times and i feel like it moves a bit fast, but i tried my best lol.

jeongin x reader, dog hybrid jeongin, posessive, jealousy, dubious consent, marking, size difference, size kink, nipple play, multiple orgasms, breeding, knotting, biting

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“innie, i’m home!” you call out as you shut the door behind you. you hear the jingling of jeongin’s collar as he is alerted from wherever he was napping and comes to the door to greet you.

“y/n!” jeongin’s brown eyes crease and sparkle when he gives you a big smile. he gets all up in your space, tail wagging, and begins to scent you now that you’re back in your shared home for the night.

after a minute, though, his tail halts its movement and he pauses, nose in your neck. he sniffs thoroughly, then moves to your hair and sniffs around some more. here he finds something that makes a quiet growl begin to rumble in his throat.

“innie?” you put your hands on his tense shoulders and notice the hair on the back of his neck is raised.

“y/n… who were you with today?” jeongin looks at you and his eyes have gone dark. who were you with today? you just went to work like usual… oh, right.

“oh, one of my coworkers brought their hybrid in at lunch today. he was another doggy, so maybe that’s why you can smell him so much. i just let him sit in my lap for a little while we ate, that’s all.”

jeongin moves until he is standing over you. “that’s all?”

this is beginning to feel strange. jeongin has never acted like this before. what’s so unsettling about the scent of this dog on you?

you narrow your eyes. “yes, that’s all. what’s the issue?”

jeongin leans over, takes your hair in his hand, and brings it to his face. breathing in whatever scent lingers on it, a growl rumbles from his chest again. “this guy really liked you, y/n... he must have been having a great time, sitting in your lap, rubbing his scent all over you. he smells like he couldn’t get enough.”

“jeongin,” you scold, “i don’t know what you’re suggesting, but it sounds very inappropriate. all we did was sit, and i pet him a little and shared some food. now if it really bothers you so much, i can go shower. but the way you’re acting-“

you’re cut off by another, louder growl and jeongin’s hand moves from holding your hair in his hand to gripping the base of your scalp. he’s now looming over you, the glint in his eyes having turned predatory.

“you fed him? what is he, a bitch? this guy is so desperate he goes around spreading his horny scent on any human? on my human?” his grip on your hair tightens.

you’ve definitely never seen your pup act like this before. his hand is large and strong where it tugs on your hair, and his large frame towers over you menacingly. “innie, you’re scaring me. i-i’ll go take a shower-“

“no. you’re gonna sit right there and i’m gonna make sure you and that bitch know who you belong to.”

“innie-“

you can’t get another word in before his mouth is on yours, hot and commanding and all-consuming. he kisses you like he’s been holding himself back for months, and his other hand comes up to hold the side of your jaw in order to kiss you deeper. you whimper into his mouth, overwhelmed, and grasp at his shoulders. the kiss is purposeful, dominating, and filthy.

once jeongin has thoroughly claimed your mouth, he uses the grip he has on your hair to tilt your head back and nose down your neck once more. he breathes hotly across your jaw and ear and nips at the column of your throat. once he reaches the sensitive area above your collar bone, he flattens his tongue on the skin and moans out loud.

you are completely shocked at jeongin’s sudden dominating behavior, but you can’t deny the intense heat beginning to gather in your stomach at his rough treatment and possessive words. has he always thought of you as his? your mind quickly reflects on how he has acted when in public with you, how he sticks close to your side and stares down every stranger protectively, how he has a habit of clinging to you at home, wrapping you up in his big arms and pulling you against himself contentedly. he gets anxious letting you out of his sight and doesn’t particularly like when you bring people over. he is always keeping an eye on you, making sure you’re safe, and takes his job guarding the house very seriously. you can begin to see how it could seem that you belong to him instead of the other way around.

jeongin sucks on that spot on your neck until it’s raw, sure to leave a dark mark in the near future. he marks up the entire side of your throat and makes his way back down to your collarbones until he is interrupted by your shirt. thoroughly displeased, he lets out an annoyed growl before gripping the material of you shirt and, without hesitation, tearing it straight down the middle.

his increasingly animalistic behavior continues to concern you as much as it turns you on, as does the dark, possessive look in his eyes as he takes in your exposed upper body.

“i-innie… what’s gotten into you?”

his eyes briefly lock onto yours before he is lifting you by the waist and effortlessly throwing you over his shoulder. you let out a surprised squeak as your panties dampen even more at the blatant show of strength. he’s always been big, but he hardly ever shows the strength he possesses, especially not by manhandling you.

jeongin carries you all the way to your room where he deposits you on your bed. he immediately takes off his own sweater before crawling back over you and grabbing at your exposed skin. he leans his weight down on you as he gets his mouth back on you, sucking more marks possessively into your neck and chest. when his tongue finds your nipple, his lips latch onto it and he lets out a low, drawn out moan.

innie has always liked your chest. you’ve always tried to bat his curious hands away when he grabs at you, but he somehow always seems to end up with his hands on your tits and your tummy while cuddling you, his chin hooked over your shoulder and letting out little content huffs. you usually try to ignore it, but your tits have always been sensitive, especially your nipples. you tell yourself it’s innocent, that he’s just showing his affection, but now, with his lips closed around your nipple and tongue working the sensitive bud, you see how far his fixation really extends.

“fuck, innie- baby-“

he lets out another moan when your hands find his hair, sucking gently and tantalizingly as his hands cup your tits and bring them closer to his face. when he shifts to move his mouth to your other nipple, you feel his pelvis press against your thigh and realize for the first time how affected he is. you can feel an impressive length, hot and thick through his sweatpants. the thought muddles your brain as he continues his gentle, mind-numbing stimulation on your sensitive nipples. you can’t help the noises that leave you and his hips begin to grind his length into your plush thigh.

jeongin’s mouth detaches from your tit and he lets out a groan. “need you…” he growls, pushing his hips against you and sending another rush of heat down to your already soaked panties. “smell so good. so good all for me. mine.”

he tugs your pants off hurriedly and practically rips your panties off of you. he wastes no time in tugging his own sweatpants and boxers down, deciding he’s had enough of waiting. the sight of the massive length that you had felt against your thigh makes your eyes go wide. he parts your soaked folds with the fat head and prods against your entrance without delay.

“innie— wait—!”

jeongin doesn’t hesitate before pushing his hips forward. he growls as your little pussy struggles to accommodate his size, and your jaw drops at the stretch.

“fuuuuuck— haah, jeonginnie- nngh- won’t fit!”

but he simply lets out another deep growl and continues to push inch after inch of his massive cock into your tight cunt.

“gonna make it fit… fuck, baby…”

the name he’s never called you before makes your pussy clench around him, causing him to moan once again. with a determined grunt, he forces the last few inches into your little pussy, stuffing you absolutely full.

just the stretch of him makes your eyes roll back and your back arch off the bed. his big dick is reaching sensitive spots you never knew existed, stretching your tight walls open to just to fit inside. he’s holding you down by your hips, eyes locked on the place you’re connected, pelvis pushed flush against you. you’ve never felt so full in your life. it’s overwhelming.

“innie, puppy, oh fuck— i can’t… oh my god, so big, baby, oh my god—“ you babble mindlessly, already feeling the edge approaching. his hips begin to rock into you slowly, not pulling out, just making you feel the utterly satisfying press of him deep in the back of your pussy.

“baby. baby. all mine… all mine.” jeongin presses his nose back into the column of your neck and breathes you in deeply. he lets out a long groan before pulling out slowly, almost completely, and thrusting back in forcefully.

the sheer size of him filling you up again all at once makes you scream, arms grabbing at the sheets helplessly, your pussy spasming through an intense orgasm. he stays pressed inside you and his fingers come up to rub you through it.

“fuuuck, baby. so tight.” jeongin barely gives you time to recover before he lifts himself up on his strong arms and thrusts into your sensitive pussy again, and again, building a pace that has him reaching deep into you with every push.

your mind is struggling to keep up with the intense pleasure rocking through your body. eventually your body gives in and goes limp, letting him manhandle you and bounce you on his dick using his grip on your hips. he lets out animalistic grunts and growls every time he thrusts up into you, and you swear your mind goes empty the more he abuses the sensitive depths of your pussy.

he shifts so that his knees are closer to your body, bending your legs up and towards your chest and leaning over you to pin your wrists above your head. the angle allows him to slide somehow even deeper. when he resumes his punishing pace, you realize with a loud, startled moan that he is now hitting your g-spot with direct accuracy with every thrust. it makes you involuntarily clamp down even harder and you start to tear up from the overwhelming pleasure.

one of innie’s hands leaves your wrists and you feel him rub the plush softness of your tummy. “oh god…” he thrusts deep again, and that’s when you feel it. “fuck baby, you feel me right here? right here in your tummy?”

you look down, placing your hand over his, and sure enough, there is a noticeable bulge in your tummy every time he pushes his massive dick into you. the thought makes you groan and tighten up again, and you feel another orgasm approaching.

“nngh. so deep, huh? gonna cum in you so deep, baby. gonna put all my cum in you and knot you up. all mine. gonna knot you so full, all for me.”

you moan helplessly as your second orgasm crashes over you, tears spilling down your face as jeongin’s pace doesn’t falter. “oh, you like that, huh? you want my pups, baby? you gonna carry my litter in your tummy?”

you’re still cumming around him as his filthy words reach your ears. you’ve always had a weakness for breeding, and of course you’ve always been weak for your puppy.

“fuuuck, please innie! oh my god— aah, please—“

suddenly, jeongin is pulling out of you and lifting you up by the waist. he manhandles you until he’s seated against the headboard with you on top of him, and sinks you back down on his cock. you let out a long moan as each new position feels like he’s reaching new depths in your guts. he’s simply that big.

he lets you settle onto his lap for a minute before grabbing your hips with his big hands and lifting you straight up, and beginning to bounce you on his dick like you weigh nothing. like a fleshlight. every display of his strength and power over you is insanely hot and has you whimpering in his hold all over again. the complete loss of control of going from owning to being owned has your mind spinning.

jeongin tucks his head close to your ear and speaks in that low, growly voice he’s adopted. “gonna breed you just like this. ‘m gonna fill you so full of cum and then i’m gonna fuck you again, yeah? gonna fill you ‘till it takes, baby. then everyone’s gonna know you’re mine.”

you can’t do anything except moan and drool and let him use your pussy, and it’s the best feeling you’ve ever felt. when you start to feel something catch on the way into your pussy, your eyes widen. does jeongin actually have a knot? fuck, there’s no way you can take it. his dick is already too big. there is just no way.

when you start to squirm in his hold, jeongin growls in displeasure and tightens his bruising grip on your hips. “nuh-uh. you’re gonna take it. gonna make it fit, told you. be a good slut and take my knot.”

he continues to bounce you on roughly his cock until it begins to become impossible to lift you off his knot anymore. that’s when he reaches his hand down to your soaked pussy and uses his middle finger to rub furiously at your clit while grinding his hips.

“there you go baby. cum for me again. cum on my fucking knot. squeeze your little pussy on me, come on.”

it’s then that the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had explodes through you. your vision goes white for a few moments, and when you come to, jeongin is pinning your hips down onto his lap like his life depends on it and growling into your ear, “good girl. fucking take it. milk my knot with your tight pussy, holy shit—“

he’s wrapping his arms around your waist securely, pushing his hips up into you, pressing his big knot as deep as it will go, and he’s finally biting the junction of your shoulder with a snarl and you begin to feel his cum pump into you. the pain of the wound in your neck blurs with the pleasure of being filled by spurt after spurt of his cum straight into your womb. and he’s still cumming. you’ve never felt so full in your life.

jeongin removes his sharp teeth from your neck and begins gingerly licking the wound, still growling quietly every few seconds as he continues to pump you full. you’ve gone completely dead weight on his lap, head lolling onto his shoulder and whimpering with every roll of his hips and he’s still cumming. you feel jeongin’s hand return to your tummy and gently rub the area where he’s been filling you up.

you look down at your tummy again and sure enough, he’s filled you with so much cum that your belly has started to get round.

“so good.” he whispers into your neck. “did so good for me. taking all my cum. gonna get you nice and pregnant, baby. nice and full of my puppies.”

“innie, stop it…” you moan.

he shushes you and guides your head to rest on his shoulder. “shhh. it’s ok. you don’t have to worry about anything. just go to sleep, yeah? my beautiful girl.” he strokes your hair and you feel his cock twitch in you again. your body is completely spent, eyes drooping shut as he continues to whisper in your ear. “such a good girl. all mine now, yeah? my girl. gonna get you all pregnant so everyone’s gonna know. all mine…”

the last thing you remember before succumbing to your exhaustion is feeling jeongin kiss gently at your new mark he left on your shoulder and feeling completely safe and content in his strong arms.

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who finally decides to reward you for your hard work by taking your virginity. It was on a late say when the two of you were once again alone for extra classes, except this time, when you were about to come from the dildo he pulled it out and pressed the fat tip of his cock against your entrance instead.

"Are you excited, darling? You're finally getting rewarded for all your hard work. You'll finally feel your professors cock in your pussy. No more fingers, no more toys, my raw cock. I think you're ready enough. Shall I put it in and claim that virgin cunt as mine?"

Sex-Ed Professor!Zhongli who despite teaching you how to put a condom on his cock doesn't want to use it for the first time. You'll get the best experience if you feel him fully, screeching out your tight virgin hole further, even more then the toys you used. It hurts at first, your legs snap shut around his hips to stop him from moving, your fists clench around his sleeves, a painful expression on your face while he holds still and kisses your face gently, his thumb rubbing little circles on your hard clit.

"The real thing feels quite a bit different, don't worry, you'll get used to it soon, I promise you. God, how are you still so tight? Am I still too big for you? I need to make your cunt adjust to my size, get it used to being fucked day in and day out. Hm? Yes, I'll make sure you make up for all this time you weren't being a slut. You need to know how good of a cocksleeve you can be."

Sex-Ed!Professor Zhongli who would love nothing more then to shoot his load inside of you, but you're still his student, and his favorite one to be exact. You're not nearly ready enough to be a mother, not for a long time, not until the day he makes you his pretty wife. But until then he will spend every day fucking you till your legs don't work.

"Stop begging for my cum. You got a taste of it and now you can't get enough of it. I knew from the moment I saw you that you would make for a lovely cumdump for me. If you want it so much you're gonna need to suck it from my dick. But first lets get that pussy coming around my cock hm? You deserve to know how it feels to come with your professor's big cock in your pussy."

Take Your Medicine Sweetheart.

Summary: Going behind Tommy's back you decide to terminate your pregnancy as you did not want to raise a child around him or around the company he keeps. When Tommy finds out he ensures that you will be pregnant, and you will carry to term, on his terms.

Warnings: Noncon, very Dark!Tommy, blood play, gun play, p in v, anal sex, physical abuse, Tommy is very OOC, misogyny, abortion, breeding, forced pregnancy, forced marriage.

GIF credit: thesoldiersminute

This is a very dark fic, please don't read if any of the warnings are triggers for you.

“Darling, are you alright? You look rather pale?” Your surroundings began to spin, and it looked as if there were three of Tommy. Something wasn’t right.

“I-I- think someone put something in my- my-“

The last thing you remembered before your eyes closed was Tommy’s hand on your thigh while he looked at you in satisfaction with a sadistic smile.

When you awoke Tommy was standing before you shirtless at the end of the bed, cigarette hanging from his plush lips.

“Good morning sunshine, how you feeling?” Your head was pounding as fear entered your body at the sight of your intimidating husband Tommy paced the room, letting you gather yourself.

“All you had to do was follow my orders, eh? But you couldn’t do that. Instead you thought it would be a grand idea to go behind my back and dispose of our child.” A lump began to form in your throat.

How did he know?

Who told him?

“I have eyes and ears everywhere I know your every move Y/N. The perks of my reputation in Birmingham, people crawl on their hands and needs to please me, you know that more than anyone. Whether you like to or not is not of my concern. You’re my wife. Nonetheless Y/N.” He aimed his cigarette at you.

“Nonetheless. You have duties that you will learn to bare.” His eyebrows etched together, yet he hasn’t broken eye contact with you once.

Placing his cigarette down in an ashtray on the dresser, he settled his hands on the soft, delicate mattress. He leaned in so he was directly in front of our face.

Pressing your lips together firmly, trying to hold back tears, you attempted to look in a different direction, anywhere but him.

“You are going to bare my fucking child. If you even think to attempt this little stunt again. I will put you in chains to this god damn bed until you give birth.” In a quick fight or flight moment you jumped up off the bed and ran for your life to get out of this house.

Tommy chuckled darkly to himself, he always loves a challenge, and you hadn’t known of the little side medication he put in your tea this morning. Once you reached the stairs, your head started to feel like it was going to explode from how fast and hard it was pounding.

All energy in you seemed to evaporate, making you almost drop to your knees at the top of the stairs.

The floors creaked behind you, he took his time approaching you as if you were his prey and he wanted to see how far you could get. The sight of you so weak and fragile, sent Tommy into overdrive.

You were his little play toy that he could use however he please. Leaning down behind you, you felt his jaw rest right in the crook of your neck. His frigid skin against yours almost felt soothing to how much you were sweating and out of breath.

“If you want to play games my love, I can play games.” All of a sudden you felt his foot kick into your back, sending you dwindling down the hardwood steps, taking the breath out of you.

Once at the bottom, you managed to turn yourself around so that you were facing the steps but your foot felt like every bone was shattered within.

Tommy stood at the top of the staircase, the moonlight peeling in through the windows behind him, creating a menacing, dark silhouette. “You’re only making things harder for yourself my love.” He paced down the stairs slowly toward you. “If you had just complied with what I wanted we wouldn’t be here now would we?”

In a fast motion, his hand was gripping your delicate hair, causing you to yelp out in pain. As you kicked and screamed, he slammed your head into the ground. All movement in you froze when the sound of a gun cocking echoed throughout the house, as though it seemed to your ears.

“Tommy- please-please don’t do this.”

“Do I have your attention now sweetheart?” You stayed silent.

His free hand slid up your dress, revealing your bloodied underwear. The feeling of guilt and shame washing over you like a hurricane. The sight of it made Tommy’s anger rise.

With a swift movement of his hand the fabric of your underwear and your delicate folds underneath Thomas grabbed between his fingers, twisting them and pinching them while you screamed. “You feel that, eh! This is fucking mine. Your body and what you do with it. My decision.” His grip tightened, sending a burning sensation running through your stomach, he tugged at it over and over.

“Do we fucking understand that, you little fucking whore!”

“Yes! Yes! I understand! All yours Tommy.” He released his grip, and tugged down your panties. The blood was still oozing out of you, slowly starting to create a puddle on the floor. He tossed the gun to the side. The sound of his belt unbuckling came from behind you. You couldn’t stop the tears as they were still continuously falling.

“I’m gonna fucking breed you over and over again, until I’m satisfied and think you’ve learnt your lesson.” You were too weak to fight. Tommy was too strong compared to you, you didn’t stand a chance. Without any warning he plunged his length into, taking your breath away.

The thickness, and length of Thomas was too overwhelming, it often hurt but would start to feel pleasurable and it made you sick to give him the idea that this is what you want.

Vigorously he slammed his lengthy, thick member into you over and over again, while his nails dug into your hips.

You could feel his balls, slapping against your pussy while his length stretched out your tight walls.

Involuntarily your soaked insides were clenching around his dick, making him grin behind you. “You like this you little fucking whore. Like when I fuck your cunt.”

He flipped you over onto your back. He was towering over you, biting his bottom lip. Your pussy was throbbing, as he continued his pace. He filled your sexual needs in ways you’d never felt before, his length, his experience. He knew just all the right places to hit and you hated it.

Grabbing your chin, he forced you to look at all the blood, and more importantly he wanted you to see how much you cum for him, how much he satisfies that tight little hole of yours. It was a reminder you weren’t going to get this anywhere else.

Your stomach began to twist and you were having an internal warfare in your mind.

How could someone that you find so disgusting, so frightened of, make you feel so good.

How can he do this to you every time.

He knew you hated him, knew you did not want to have sex with him, and he’d put you in these positions to where you’d be moaning for him, moaning his name against your own will.

Lapping his fingers under your dripping hole, he took his bloody fingers and shoved them in your mouth. “Suck.”

A wave of nausea washed through you that you could not hold back, turning your head your stomach dispensed of any remains it contained onto the floor.

Without a moment to think you felt two fingers enter your ass, the same ones he had just put in your mouth.

You writhed in pain on the floor, screaming in agony, cheeks red and tear stained.

Thomas stopped all movement aside from pumping his fingers in and out of your tight ass. Your inner walls we’re screaming at you to stop this. Your ass was stinging, and felt like it was on fire.

“Ride me.” Blinking at him, you were trying to process what he just said, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out.

Gasping from the pain of his fingers working your ass relentlessly, you did as you were told to the best of your ability while you lay still on the ground.

You began to move your hips, doing all the work yourself. Taking his length thrust after thrust. Your walls were starting to clench around him, your pussy throbbing from the girth of him.

A wave of pleasure rode through you, your inner muscles starting to spasm just as the tip of his dick found that sweet spot.

You couldn’t help but close your flushed eyelids, while your breathing began to pick up, along with the movements of your hips.

“Atta girl.”

Tommy stared down, watching you take all of him begrudgingly, licking his lips in amusement as he could tell by your facial expressions your body was betraying you.

“Hate me so much look at you fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.”

Disgusted and ashamed was how you felt. Your own body was working against you, and you couldn't help it.

“Fuck you! You fucking piece of shit!” A stinging pain rushed through your cheek as he sent a powerful slap the side of your face.

“Tell me how you really feel Y/N, with my cock buried in you.” He wrapped his hand around your throat to quiet you as he continued to drill into you deeply and roughly. Causing your breasts to bounce intensely.

“Gonna cum in you and make you nice and full again.” You shook your head back and forth in disgust.

His movements sped up more than you thought possible. Involuntarily, you felt your pussy getting more wet with every time he rammed into your sweetness. You tightened around his rather large member, and you could tell he was close as well by the way he was moaning and the way his thighs twitched against your, bruised skin.

“Let me go Tommy, just- just pull out and we can talk about it!”

Your voice was shaky and hoarse, you did not want to bring a child up in this environment, nor did you think Tommy would be a suitable father just by the way he treated you.

Ignoring your pleas, pleasure rose through his body, his stomach tightening up as the mixture of how wet you are and how much you were tightening around him took over every thought in his body.

Pinning your wrists down, he thrusted into you three more times before you felt his warm liquid ooze into you while his moans became more heavy.

You made it through, you did your job and got him off, now you wanted him off of you and to be left alone.

“I’m not finished with you yet. Now it’s time for your punishment my sweet Y/N.” Tommy placed his hands on your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach, forcing your ass up in the air.

He was kind enough to spit onto his hand, but what came after that you weren’t ready for.

Placing the tip of his dick in front of your hole, he popped the tip into you, making every part of your body tense and clenching up.

Releasing a muffled whine from the sudden intrusion, you had never felt more frozen than you did now. Panic set in, and you tried to wiggle your way out.

“Where do you think you are going to go?” To ensure that you’d stay put, without any hesitation or warning, he pushed the rest of his length into your uncomplying, inexperienced hole.

Your screams filled the house as your ass was being stretched in a way that you wasn't imaginable, it felt like he was tearing your skin a part little by little. “Stop! Stop! Pl-please just stop!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that until I think you’ve learnt your lesson.” Nails scratching at the wooden floors, you seized for this to be over. Tommy placed his hands on both your ass cheeks as they bounced up and down and watched as he forced all of his length in your small hole. Stretching it beyond belief.

Your blood painted his dick and balls a dark cherry red and now he was going to paint your insides that color. “Fuck, such a filthy little whore, taking my dick in your ass.”

Tommy ignored your sobs and continued to drive into you, the girth of his dick feeling like it was obliterating you inside and out.

It felt like the sensitive walls in your ass were being sliced open as Tommy continued to slam his dick into your tight used ass over and over again, until eventually you felt him release himself one more time, covering your insides with his warm seed.

He collapsed onto you, still buried deep within you. Combing back his hair, he was trying to catch his breath. You were a broken woman, the pain swayed within every part of you.

Giving you a light smack on your cheek, he stood up, picking his pants up off the floor, looking down at your fucked out, used body that he claimed as his own. “Let this serve as a reminder. You’re my property Y/N. That’s never gonna change my love.”

The last thing your dreary eyes saw was the wooden clock on the wall, time passing ever so slowly as the pain began to be too much. Your eyes drifted off as you went unconscious on the bloodied floor.

When you awoke, Thomas was at your bedside with the doctor. He informed her that you had, had a miscarriage and wanted to try again, but maybe it was too much too soon for you. “Mrs Shelby, I’m going to be your doctor and this is your nurse. Mr. Shelby has informed me of what’s been going on. The good news is, at this stage even with the miscarriage, if you two have started trying, you are still very fertile from the time that Mr. Shelby told me you had the miscarriage. I-“

“Thomas. Please call me Thomas.” The doctor nodded and smiled, You could tell she was blushing.

Nausea fulfilled you, and your eyes felt heavy.

“It also appears that your ankle, is sprained, Thomas informed me you took a stumble down the stairs. That may have been what have brought on the miscarriage, so we also prescribed you with pain relief medication, and wrapped it up for you.”

You had no one, Thomas charmed his way into every woman, and every man was too much of a coward and frightened of him to do anything to help you. You were certain he did not tell them about anything other than that you had a supposed miscarriage and sprained ankle.

“Now, Mrs Shelby? We’re going to send you home with estrogen pills, that should help with conceiving. Just maybe next time, take it easy, take it slow, and don’t overwork yourself. If you follow all that you should be okay.” You thanked her sarcastically as she exited the room.

Without your consent Thomas helped you change for you to go home. The weather was cold, as the wind blew the autumn leaves around the dying grass.

Thomas was by your side, arm wrapped around your waist walking you out. He didn’t want you to fall, as he knew you were very well still in recovery from the following night.

He was very precautious with you once you were “home”, and you had no energy to fight him anymore.

He drew a hot bath for you and placed a set of towels on the sink while Frances in the kitchen made you a small snack with tea and crackers to help you relax Tommy had assisted you in washing your hair, and cleaning your body, every part of it.

His touch sent shivers down your spine, but you knew it had to be this way. There was no escaping Thomas Shelby.

He tucked you into bed and told Frances to make sure you stay hydrated and eat while he works during the day and to inform him, if you want to go out, see a friend, even come downstairs.

Sliding into the bed next to you, he turned off the bedside lamp and pulled your aching body close to his side.

Regardless of what he did to you, the feeling of being held in warm, strong arms helped you fall asleep as comfortably as you possibly could.

The following morning Frances had made you a full course breakfast and tea, and had your pills placed in a cup next to a glass of juice. “Good morning my love.” Thomas walked into the room dressed in his black and white suit, and his shiny shoes with a smile plastered on his face that money couldn’t buy.

His hair was still wet from the shower he must’ve taken. He sat down in the seat next to you, placing a kiss to your soft lips.

Glancing down at the cup of medication there was a pill that wasn't one your doctor had prescribed. Your eyes began to water, and your hands started shaking.

You eyed the mysterious pill, wondering if that was the sedative he had put in your tea yesterday morning. You glanced up at Tommy, who was watching you intently with his empty, bright blue eyes.

“Do as the doctor instructed.” Tommy unfolded the newspaper taking a sip of his coffee before glancing over at you still staring at the cup. His jaw clenched as he eyed the cup, looking at you without any sign of remorse from last night.

“I need you to be relaxed for later when I breed you more. Take your medicine sweetheart.”

If you write for MJF, can I request Max being his usual mean and nasty self to everyone else but being super kind around his girl? Everyone would be so bewildered by the sudden change when she walks in the room and he’s suddenly super sweet😭

Thanks for requesting MJF, I love the little shithead. And I agree with you, Max is so soft at heart...at least for his lady. Hope you like it!

Get Out (MJF x Reader)

"Un-fucking-believable! Where the hell do they breed idiots like you? The place needs to be evaporated!" Maxwell was furious. Just yesterday, he told the production team he needed an assistant that was smarter than 'Mark' or whatever his name was . And today, they brought HER in. She was even dumber, and he didn't think that was possible.

"I specifically told you I wanted pink and yellow roses, a dozen each. Didn't I?"

The small woman in front of him couldn't answer, she was too busy trying to suppress her sobs. It didn't help much, the tears were streaming down her face nonetheless.

"ANSWER ME!" Maxwell's voice bounced off the walls, and his new, soon to be fired assistant finally gave a weak 'yes' as reply.

"Then why the fuck are these just yellow roses?!"

The female whiped away some tears with her sleeve before mumbling the florist didn't have any pink roses today.

MJF got real close to her face, the tips of their noses almost brushing. Then, he put his finger to his ear and yelled once more. "Speak up!!!"

"Max, come on. Just let it go." Even Shawn pitied the poor woman, and that had to mean something.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Spears, I can't remember asking for your opinion." Just as he was about to get into his friend's face, there was a knock on the door.

When he turned around and prepared himself to yell at whoever interrupted his rant, he saw your head pop in. "Hey babe. Can I come in? Or is now a bad time?" His whole face lit up once he heard your voice, it was simply music to his ears. He swiftly moved over to you to to pull you into a tight hug.

"Awww, Princess, there is never a bad time for you to show up." His voice was saccharine, the love and admiration he had for you prominent in every syllable. He brushed his nose against yours before softly pecking your lips.

It was always funny to Shawn how MJF's voice just changed once you were around. Everybody backstage loved you, and although you were a nice person, it was mostly due to the fact that once you were there, MJF would leave everybody else alone. Shawn knew that now was the time to dismiss himself, and so he left without another word.

The assistant, whose name MJF couldn't even remember, apparently didn't get the memo and still stood in the exact same spot. When Maxwell noticed, he motioned for her to leave and added a quiet 'get out' to get his point across. She really was dumber than Mark, because even then she didn't move. He walked over to her, Burberry scarf waving around his neck when he gabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her towards the door. "Get. Out." He emphasized once more before finally pushing her out of the room. After he closed the door behind him, he leaned against it and sighed.

"Aww, baby, are you having a rough day?" You said to him as you walked over and started playing with his scarf.

He then realized he had forgotten about the roses, and moved over to hand them to you. "I'm really sorry, I know you like pink roses, too, but-"

He gave you a lopsided grin as response. "Everything's fine now that you are here, Princess." You smiled at the pet name, you always thought it didn't suit you. You were by no means close to what you imagined a princess to be, but Max disagreed. To him, you were perfect. Perfectly mannered, perfectly shaped, perfectly everything. And the best part of it: You were all his.

"They're beautiful, Maxie. I love them." You stated before inhaling the smell of the flowers and then setting them down on the table.

"And I love you, Maxwell." You added as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He smiled at you before leaning down to capture your lips once more, tender at first, but growing more and more needy with each passing second.

And then there was another knock on the door. Max pulled away, his face distorted with anger. He couldn't wait to see the idiot that was dumb enough to interrupt his tender moment with you.

When the door opened, it was his assistant again.

"I am really sorry, but I forgot my pho-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Maxwell had grabbed the phone off the table and threw it into her general direction, so fast and hard that she didn't stand a chance to catch it. With a loud crack, it hit the concrete floor.

MJF glared at her before shouting another 'Get out'.

"Baby, I think you should try to be a little bit nicer." You scolded him.

"But Princess, am I not treating you nicely?"

"You do. But I was talking about being nice to OTHER people. Please? For me." You gave his arm a light squeeze, loving the feeling of hus muscles flexing beneath your touch.

He rested his forehead against yours and sighed. "Alright, I'll try. For you."