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asterias-record-shop · 1 year

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

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𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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im-just-a-mississippi-girl · 10 months

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darius martin x female reader??? the reader works backstage at aew and falls pregnant but her shifty bf dumps her bc of it and leaves her to be a single mom and the reader confides in darius because he's her best friend and he is there for her throughout it all. super fluffy??

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took me 87 years 😩 and yes this is named after the Golden Girls theme song 🩵

You didn’t know what you were going to do. Being a single mom wasn’t on your bingo card for this year nor was it a plan in the future. You decided to ask for extra work in order to save up money for the baby because you knew babies were expensive. Very expensive at that.

Over the next few weeks, Darius noticed you had been working long hours, being there before majority of the staff and wrestlers and staying a few hours later than everyone. At first he didn’t think much of it. At least not until Andretti mentioned you and your boyfriend broke up. That’s when it clicked. Darius knows you well, often times too well. She’s working overtime to forget about the breakup. That’s what Darius thought and he was partially correct. He just didn’t know the other reason, the main reason.

Darius excused himself from the Lads and went to search for you, to check on you and make sure you’re doing alright. He knows firsthand how rough some breakups can be. He searched all down the hallway leading to hair and makeup and wardrobe. He didn’t find you so he tried another hallway nearby. He was just about to leave when he heard faint sobbing coming from a closet. His gut told him you were in there and simultaneously his heart broke at thought.

He softly tapped his knuckles on the door and heard abrupt shuffling coming from inside. Just a few moments later the door slowly opened to reveal you, slightly red and puffy eyes with tear stained cheeks. Darius was taken aback a little. How long had you been in there crying? Why didn’t you text him? You’re best friends after all. He wants to be there for you as much as possible but he can’t do that if you don’t communicate with him. “Come ‘ere.” Darius opened his arms wide for you to which you happily accepted. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just letting you take all the time you need.

“He left me.” You sniffle against Darius’s shoulder. “He left us.” You were so lost on what to do and you knew you would need help with everything you were about to experience.

Darius just rubbed your back as you spoke, stopping once he heard the word us. What did you mean by us? Darius never cared for the guy so he knew you weren’t including him in that sentence. He wracked his brain for a few seconds until it hit him like a brick. You were pregnant. “Forget him. You got me and I’ll help in any way I can. Better yet, just move in with me so neither one of us has to drive back and forth so much between our houses.” Darius insisted, he didn’t want you to feel alone, especially not now.

You pulled away and took a step back, shaking your head. “I can’t. I don’t want my problem to be your problem or get in your way.”

“This isn’t a problem. You’re my best friend and we’re a team, remember? You said so yourself when I was injured and you insisted I stay with you.” Darius laughed at how the tables have turned and now he’s offering you to stay with him. He was determined to ensure that you and your baby were taken care of.

You saw the determination in your best friend’s eyes and knew there was no changing his mind. “Alright, but the second we’re too much tell me.” You really didn’t want to be a burden and could figure something else out if needed. Darius nodded in agreement even though he knew you and your baby would never been a burden or become too much for him.

A few months later, you were settled in Darius apartment. It took several weeks to get into as much of a rhythm and routine as you could. You were now four moths along and showing your little baby bump. It was so weird to think about a baby in your belly but Darius thought it was wonderful and fascinating that your body was carrying a tiny human around.

Darius was constantly doing everything he could for you to make the whole pregnancy easier on you. He took the mood swings like a champ and had no complaints whatsoever about running to McDonald’s or Taco Bell at two in the morning because you and the baby had a craving for a Big Mac and large fries or tacos and chalupas. He was a real trooper, really stepping up and filling in where your ex should have been.

You were forever grateful for Darius Martin.

You didn’t care much about doing a gender reveal but Darius insisted you should and that he would put it all together with the help of the Lads. You reluctantly agreed, hoping it wouldn’t turn out to be a disaster.

Thankfully, it wasn’t.

Darius put Anthony in charge of keep the gender a secret from you and himself too — he wanted to be surprised just like you — and Hook was in charge of getting the cake. Dante and Andretti were in charge of setting up decorations while Darius kept you busy with random tasks around the apartment. Once Darius got the go ahead from the Lads, he led you to the party over at a pavilion in the nearby park where you were greeted with the Lads and some of your other friends along with some family members. To say you were surprised with how well the Lads decorated and pulled this off was an understatement — balloons and banners decorated the posts of the pavilion, a beautifully decorated cake surrounded by finger foods on the center table. It was perfect, simple yet beautiful and sweet.

The gender was reveled by you popping a big white balloon. Once you opened your eyes after the loud pop, you saw pastel pink confetti floating in the air and onto the pavilion floor. You were overwhelmed with emotions as was Darius and your guests. A girl! You couldn’t believe it! You threw your arms around Darius, tears falling freely down your cheeks. Everyone took turns congratulating you and the buzz about the baby girl was the topic of conversation for the remainder of the party.

Soon guests were leaving and finally you were left with Darius and the Lads. “Thanks for the party guys, it was perfect.” You told them, hugging each man. “Take as much food and cake as you want, there’s more than enough.” You chuckled, gesturing to all the left over food and cake.

“You don’t have to tell us twice.” Andretti laughed, making a beeline for the left over food. The boys agreed, joining him in piling food on plates. You just laughed as you rubbed your belly, watching the boys reward themselves with food for all their hard work.

After today, you knew everything would be alright. You had Darius and the Lads to help you and your baby girl, and that was all you needed. You just hoped the guys would be cool when it was time for labor and delivery, but you’d worry about that later. Right now, you just wanted to enjoy the moment.

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floplvl · 2 years

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I’m happy I went to the Inaguration, and I was equally happy when it ended. Cass and I didn’t end up on the same team, because the tutors decided the teams. My team was Lynn, Caroline, Emma, Anttu, Jesper, Fabian and then another girl whose name I don’t remember.

Everyone wearing yellow head piece

On my team only two/eight were drinking alcohol. We called ourselves ’Näbbisar’, but along the way got many team names for example ’Lawbreakers’ ’Cardio-ers’ ’the absolutists’, all made up by me. The others really didn’t want to use their creativity at all.

It’s impossible to think that I was the most talkative out of everyone, even the ones who drunk. And I made jokes all the time, which the others surprisingly laughed at. And then they made me the leader, which was so freaking weird. I called the shots, I counted in when we did our routines. But apart from this, it was so much fun. I really like it that I can be more myself without thinking too much that what I say will sound stupid. People thought I was funny , people liked me. I’m always equally surprised and happy when that happens.

They painted on our face with yellow paint and gave us a black plastic trashbag to put on. Then it started raining. We made it to these points:

1. Throwing a condom filled with water to each other until it broke, we did not make it far and one american tutor taught us an alcohol song they made us sing for plus points

2. Be quiet for one minute and say ’stop’ when we think one minute passed. They tricked Lynn to say ’oops’ before time, but we performed the song we had learned for some plus points

3. Playing charades. Girl-whose-name-i-forgot started with the secret word. She showed me something that looks like horns, then she squatted down. I showed Caroline, and felt really silly for squatting. Then when Lynn or Emma was going to show Fabian I almost peed myself laughing when the guys had to do the horns and squat. Anttu had to guess, he said ’rhinosaurus that goes to sleep’. The real word was ’Queen that Squats’ (horns was a crown). But we performed the alcohol song for plus points.

4. Each of us had to make up a dance move that everyone had to memorize so we made up our dance routine. I didn’t like this point, but unfortunately had to do the dance routine after singing the alcohol song from each point forward

5. The broken telephone-game. So the first person got a sentence that he had to whisper to the next one etc. It was funny. We got the first sentence almost right but Emma butchered the second one. And then we had to sing the alcohol song and do the dance routine for plus points 😩

6. Song quiz. The tutor showed a picture of an artist, and we had to sing a song from the artist while the other guessed. Afain we had to do our routines. I think at this point I was starting to hate both the song and the dance xd

7. Scavanger hunt. We ahad to bring back a pen, a condom, a lighter, an orange oak leaf, a one meter long branch, a selfie with a doggo, make-up, and a blue chicken. Everyone hated this point, but maybe because it started raining at this point 🤭

8. We had to be blindfolded and then zig-zag between some alcohol cups while the other teammates guided us with their voice.

9. Smelling spices. I of course am expert of spices and we got them all right. My teammates again wanted to do our routines. I said fine, as an end to the evening, for the last time in my life I will sing this song and dance this dance. Sigh.

Then was the time for the after party at club Maxine, but I thanked them for the night and went home to my dog. I missed her soooooo much . Of course I will choose my lovely dog instead of some stinky club 💛

But yey, I’m glad I made mew friendos and they liked me even though I was sober ☺️

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