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starobsidianruby · 1 year

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KANE

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•he will demolish you if he could

•he can be gentle sense it's his first time

•if you beg for it he will go a faster pace

•when he makes love to you is like fireworks like the 4th of July

•he's a ass and thighs person but he will touch you titties he likes how soft it is

•if he's willing he will take off the mask to kiss your lips

•when he get used to sex and know how you like it the he will go all out

•"ahh~ that's it~ suck daddy's cock"

•"Fuck you feel so good to me baby~"

•"Ahhh~ yes..~ ride that dick yes~

(if he was submitted now if he was dominant)

•"ohh~ yes baby suck daddy's cock oh yeah~" he growl's

•him with the mask on and fucking you like a bitch in heat

•maybe he will allow you to touch his chest when your riding him

(more Dom Kane)

•*grown and low moaning*

•"ah~ damnit com'ere and take daddy's cock"

•"Don't you run away from me!"

•he will make you take his cock over and over again for hours

•you can sit on his face let him taste you he will make you beg to be fucked even in his locker room (sorry idk what it's called)

•his aftercare is gentle and sweet he will check for bruises and scratches,and cuddle you with those muscles arms of warm and protection

•Kane Love's you but when he's horny he will get what he wants

The UNDERTAKER

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•he's the type of person to take his time with you because he loves you and wants you to feel loved

•When he's aggressive he would grab you and take you to your room

•loves the cuddling but don't say that he does

•when you and him are in the mood he would definitely pick you up bridal style and speed walk towards the bedroom

*when you were in the shower The undertaker came in as you did know as you were washing your arms, you heard him hum as you jumped a little and turned around to look up at him but you looked at his body as your face turned red, the undertaker seems unbothered by you look at him

•he wants you to look at him while he's naked he loves the look on your face

•he picks you up out of the shower and goes to the bedroom as there was a towel on the bed for you to lay on so don't even ask to get dry he won't do it

•he loves the anvil position and Doggystyle he just needs to pound into you

•he would say things like "don't be afraid little one..I'll be gentle" "I'm not done yet get back here!" "Agh~ say my name sweetheart~ *as he pants*" "Oh little one~ you're doing so good for daddy" "cum for me princess~ ah~"

•he doesn't moan often so be lucky that he does to you

•if you are top then he will be kinda submissive I mean he goes moaning like crazy when you hit the right spot on his cock

•he would be drooling and a mess he would say things like "o-oh fuck little o-one~" "F-fuck me...fuck me ahh~" "more I need more please" *he moans louder* "little one please let me cum~" *his body starts to shake as he gets more heated*

•if you tease him too much he will take advantage of you and wrap his arms around you waist and back and pound you until you beg for more

•after everything he's cuddly and he will rub your stomach and kiss your face as he is worried that he pound you to hard

*I am very sorry that I took too long and I mean too long I forgot about this so I came back to update it again I'm so sorry*

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aalyssah · 3 months

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Jealousy With Undertaker

Pairing: The Undertaker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,883

A/N: It was requested by someone on Wattpad for me to write for Undertaker. I decided to go with the America Badass Undertaker because when he had this gimmick, it was my favorite. Hope You Enjoy!

Jealousy with Undertaker.

• I feel like when it comes to jealousy with the Undertaker, he wouldn't be the one to make you jealous.

•It would be some guy talking to you, trying to get under Takers' skin or them flirting with you because why would he do that to you?

You smiled as your husbands' promo ended. He was talking trash to the one and only DDP who's been stalking you recently.

You don't know why he's become so obsessed with you, but Taker's gonna make sure he doesn't lay a hand on you.

You stood backstage, waiting for him to come back when someone touched your back from behind. You quickly jumped, spinning around to be met with Stone Cold.

You took a step back, not wanting him to touch you again. "Y/n." He sternly greeted you. You crossed your arms over your chest. "What do you want, Austin?" You asked in an annoyed voice, which made him look 'surprised.'

"What the hell's wrong with you? All I said was your name." You gave him a look. "That's because I don't want you too, now what do you want?" Stone Cold let out a sigh. He didn't want to be here as much as you didn't want him to be.

"Look, my wife Debra told me to inform you that your match against Tori was granted and it'll be next week on Raw.” Now a smile came to your face.

Recently, Tori has betrayed your brother in law, Kane, by leading him on to believe she loved him, only to betray him and go for his ex partner X-Pac. You saw the hurt in his eyes even if he didn't want to admit it, but you promised him you'll get revenge by beating her ass in a match.

"Really! Oh my god, tell Debra I said thank you." You cheered, a huge smile on your face. Stone Cold looked at your happy face. He's never seen someone so happy to beat up someone.

"Yeah, she said she doesn't blame you for wanting a match. She also tells me all the time how she hates Tori cause all she does is run around like she's untouchable."

You nodded your head in agreement. "Yeah, she really does. She thinks just because she had Kane who's all big that she was untouchable, but now she has a whole group of men. Now she feels invisible." You said, adding a weird tone at the end of your sentence. Stone Cold let out a small chuckle at that.

You were so busy talking with him that you didn't realize your husband had come backstage looking for you, but when he saw you talking to his rival Stone Cold, he felt jealousy enter his body.

He watched the whole conversation as you smiled and laughed, throwing your head back. When Stone Cold laughed he knew it was time to step in. Stone Cold doesn't laugh with anyone backstage.

Undertaker walked behind you, the sound of his boots hitting the floor catching your attention. You turned to see him glaring at Stone Cold, his eyes just as cold as his name.

"Austin, you better get your ass away from my wife, right now." Stone Cold held his hands up in surrender. He didn't want any trouble with the big man. "Aye Taker, I was just leaving, man."

Undertaker watched as Stone Cold left, going back to wherever he came from. He then looked at you with anger in his eyes. "Talking with Stone Cold, ain't you?" You let out a sigh at his tone.

You know he's mad by the way he sounds. "Yeah, he was letting me know that I have a match against Tori on Raw next week." Undertaker nodded his head, slipping his hands in his jean pockets.

"Yeah, telling you about a match, huh?" You nodded your head. "So what was all that laughing and smiling about?" You rolled your eyes. "He was telling me about something Debra said. There's no need to be jealous." Undertaker looked at you as if he was offended by your accusation. "Jealous? I'm not jealous, I'm-"

You cut him off. "Yes you are jealous! I just told you why I was talking to him and why I was laughing, but you don't believe me because jealousy is taking over you. You just can't fathom the fact I'm talking to another guy, and that he's your rival."

As much as Undertaker didn't want to admit that you're right, he knew you were. He hated seeing you laughing with Stone Cold. "You're right. I-I'm sorry it's just, seeing you talking with him, it— it made me feel upset." You gave him some sympathy, knowing how he was feeling.

Undertaker and Kane have a rivalry with Triple H and Stone Cold, so seeing your significant other talking with one of them would make you upset too.

"I get it, but there's no need to be jealous. I love you and I would never do anything to make you think otherwise."

Undertaker didn't say anything else as he pulled you in for a kiss.

Jealousy with You.

• Now when it comes to you being jealous it would be a girl's fault. With Taker being so big and popular, I feel like a girl would try flirting with him to get him to help her with beating up someone.

"1, 2, 3!"

*Ding, Ding, Ding*

The bell rang as you stood up and got your hand raised by the referee.

You just won your match against Ivory, smiling as you watched Right to Censor drag her out the ring, staring at you with disgusted eyes.

They've recently been getting onto you about your attire saying 'It's too revealing for the kids' but you honestly could care less.

You stepped out the ropes, walking backstage. Just as you turned the corner your husband's brother popped up, scaring you. "Oh shit, Kane! You scared me." You said with a hand on your heart.

Kane stood there with a blank expression in his eyes. "What is it?" Kane was silent, but his hand gripped your wrist, dragging you away from your spot.

You hissed as his grip was somewhat tight. "Kane, where are you taking me?" Kane ignored your questions, stopping as he saw the scene in front of him.

You tried peeking around his body to see what he stopped for. "What? What is it?" Kane finally stepped aside, letting you see what he was looking at.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw your husband Undertaker standing there, chewing and spitting his tobacco into a cup. "What? Why'd you bring me here, he's not doing any-"

You quickly stopped talking when you saw Trish Stratus walking up in a black outfit with a Deadman Inc. logo on her hat.

She wore a top that pushed her breast up high and a short skirt, showing off her perfectly tanned legs.

You could hear their conversation from where you were.

"Hey Taker." Trish greeted him. Undertaker looked up from his phone, and then looked right back down. He wanted and had nothing to do with Trish. "I said hello Taker." She repeated.

Undertaker looked up at her with an annoyed expression. "What the hell do you want, Trish?" Trish was slightly taken back by his tone, but covered it up with a smile.

"Well, my boys Test and Albert have gotten themselves into trouble with Too Cool, and I was wondering if you would like to be the other partner for them against Rikishi?" Undertaker stood there, looking at her.

She was obviously trying to seduce him with the slurry voice she was doing, and looking at him up and down.

Instead of answering he asked, "Where did you get that hat from?" Trish frowned, taking her hat off and looking at the logo. "Oh, I got it custom made for $300. Took some time to stitch it, but it was so worth it, knowing I would be talking to you." Trish said with a smile as if $300 on a logo wasn’t nothing.

He couldn't believe Trish spent money to try and get him to join her little group. "Well that was dumb as fuck because I'm not helping your boys out, so you better go find someone else." He finished his sentence with another spit of his tobacco.

Trish closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She could feel the frustration rise in her, but she knew she had to keep her cool in order to reel him in.

When her eyes opened, a new side of her showed. She was biting her lips, and her eyes were hooded. She took small steps to him, a hand resting on his chest.

"I tried asking your brother for help, but he unfortunately said no, but that's okay because he's not as strong, and big as you." She said, her manicured hands rubbing his tattooed arm. "And, I think the fans love you way more than they do Kane. You're so popular, and handsome."

As soon as her hand touched his beard you ran up to her from behind and punched her neck with your forearm. She went flying forward, her face hitting the floor with a groan.

"You dumb bitch, trying to seduce my man!" You yelled, getting on top of her and punching her face. Undertaker's eyes grew wide as he put his cup down on a table and grabbed your waist.

You were squirming in his hold, arms and legs flailing around to break out his hold and continue to beat her.

Soon Test and Albert turned the corner, coming to help their manager up. "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you!" You threaten her, as Test and Albert helped her up. Trish fixed her hair with a smile. "Don't be mad cause he thinks I'm hotter than you." You felt yourself grow even angrier at the little smirk on her face.

You were gonna wipe that off her pretty little face.

You turned in Takers hold, grabbing his tobacco spit cup and throwing the brown liquid all on her face and some on Tests' arm.

She let out a disgusted scream, and Test dropped her, in disgust at the brown spit on his arm. "Oh my god, ew!" She screamed, trying to wipe the spit off her body, but it was everywhere.

Now it was your turn to smirk as you watched her and her boys scramble away to the locker room. Undertaker finally let you go, letting out a breath. "Babe, you need to chill out. I wasn't gonna help her."

You nodded your head, running a hand over your face. "Oh, I know you weren't, otherwise I would kill you." Undertaker smiled, pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead.

He looked at his brother who still stood in his spot, a small nod shooting towards him. "I swear I'm gonna beat her ass next week." Taker chuckled, rubbing your back.

"Kane, let's go. We're stopping by Regals office on our way to the locker room. I'm sure I'll get my match with the both of you there." You ordered, walking past him.

Taker couldn't and didn't stop you because he knows you're gonna get your revenge.

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take-taker-taken · 5 months

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apologies if i’m too vague but maybe some taker x femreader with reader being tied up and used… 🫣

First of all - apologies, Anon, that it took so long for me to get this done! It was ABA Taker in my head as I wrote it, but feel free to imagine any incarnation that you please.

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He leans against the door frame, a mildly amused expression on his face. “You ain’t gonna get out of that, but keep trying - it’s fun to watch.”

You’ve been bound, naked, in a hogtie position for an hour now and he’s done nothing except come into the room every so often and look at you. You’d kept calling out to him initially and then he’d come in and shushed you patronisingly before gagging you.

“Y’know, you’re tryin’ hard to look all mad but I bet your pussy’s wet, huh?”

You glare at him, refusing to answer - you both know that he’s right but clearly wanting to prove a point, he walks over and takes hold of the rope that’s looped around your torso. He drags you easily around and delves his hand between your legs and of course his fingers come out glistening.

You groan out the frustration as he takes a minute to tease your nipples, alternating between gentle stroking around each areola to harder pinches and twists.

“Horny… desperate… little slut,” He mutters as he leans down and nuzzles into your neck. You whimper through the gag as his stubble scratches over your skin. “You think you can handle me, huh? You think you can take everything I’m gonna give you?”

“Mmmhmm!” You breathe in the scent of him. God, please let him get started soon!

He chuckles quietly at your muffled declaration and again works his hand between your thighs, this time pushing one thick finger up inside you. You moan at the sensation and try to thrust your hips forward - if he wanted to he could use this thumb to tease your clit…

“Let’s see, shall we?” He lifts his head again though doesn’t cease the slow in and out movement of his finger. “Now you listen carefully, slut. I’m gonna get you out of this position and you… you’re just gonna lay right there, like the fuck toy you are, got it?”

Your eyes close and you nod, wondering where this is going. He makes a satisfied noise and then withdraws his finger, wiping it against your thigh before pulling you over on to your front and pulling apart the knots that sit against your lower back. Anxious not to give him any excuse to stop and leave you again, true to your word you don’t move - even to the point of keeping your legs folded back in an imitation of being tied.

“Actually managing to do as you’re told,” He comments under his breath and then in a blur of movement, he unfolds your legs and drags you towards where he stands now at the foot of the bed. “Bend your knees,” He says as he takes hold of your ankles and urges you into position. He pulls your knees wide apart and you moan into the gag at the feeling of being so exposed. He produces a roll of bondage tape and proceeds to wrap it around your shin and thigh, binding them tightly together to keep your knee bent. He repeats the action with your other leg and then steps back and smirks down at you as he undoes his belt and then slowly begins to unbutton his jeans.

“Not getting away from me now,” He says, moving to kneel on the edge of the bed and shoving his jeans down his thighs. “All you can do is lay there and take it.” He bears down on you and easily captures both your wrists in one of his huge hands before lining himself up and pushing in. He goes slowly and your eyes close at the delicious stretch; your moan this time is one of satisfaction. His free hand holds one of your knees, ensuring that your thighs stay spread wide apart as he pushes deep inside. He pauses briefly as his hips fetch up against you and you open your eyes to find him smirking.

“Think you can take everything I’m gonna dish out…” He says quietly with a shake of his head. “Let’s see about that.” He draws back and then begins to fuck you in earnest, setting a fast pace as he holds you down. You revel in the feeling of being so overpowered and then he moves his hand from your knee up to your breasts and gropes you, squeezing just to the edge of ‘too much’. You cry out behind the gag but it’s far from a cry of pain and he laughs, low and sultry.

“Yeah, go on - let me hear you.” He doesn’t slow the pace as he slaps first one breast and then the other, alternating the smacks until about a dozen blows have been delivered. He releases the grip on your wrists but you leave your hands where they are and then he works his fingers behind your head and frees your mouth from the gag. After tossing it to one side, he rests his hand around your throat; not squeezing, but the feeling of intent is there and you swallow just to feel the slight restriction.

“Fuuuuck…” You whisper as you picture how you must look right now… forcibly spread open and held down while he uses your body. As if reading your mind he thrusts in deep and then grinds his pelvis in small circles before pulling out entirely and you whimper at the loss.

“Look at you… laid there like a good little whore. Legs open wide and that wet hole just beggin’ for me to fill it up.” He puts his hand on your torso and urges you round with a slap to your leg for good measure. “Turn over, slut.”

With your legs taped up he has to do most of the work and then you’re balanced on your knees and you scrabble to get your hands under you, but he places a firm hand between your shoulder blades and pushes you to the mattress. There’s a few seconds’ stillness and then he’s pulling your arms back, and you hear the rasp of the bondage tape again and then he makes short work of binding your wrists together in the small of your back.

“Please…” You mumble into the bed and then turn your head to the side. “I can’t…”

Everything stops.

“Can’t handle it?” There’s no sneer in his voice and he gives your bound wrists a quick squeeze. You know this is an out, but you’ve no intention of taking it.

“Can’t touch myself,” You whimper and he huffs out a laugh.

“Damn right you can’t,” He says, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of your hair. “This ain’t about you.” He slides his dick back inside you and gives a few long, leisurely strokes. “This is about me having you as my own personal fuck toy.” He picks up the pace again and you sob into the mattress because this is everything you’d dreamed it would be.

“You look good all tied up, y’know.” His voice is starting to betray his exertion. “Gonna keep you like this more often - ready for me to use whenever I want…” You give a full body shudder at his words and he smacks your ass. “Yeah you like that idea don’t you, slut? Me taking those holes whenever I please.”

“Uh huh…” You whimper, unable to form words because he’s pounding into you now, chasing his orgasm. His grip on your hair becomes painfully hard and he releases into you with a groan, pulling your head back until your face is turned up to the ceiling.

Still inside you he pauses to catch his breath, running his big hands all over your body hungrily - stroking, squeezing and pinching. Eventually he withdraws and turns you on to your side, positioning you carefully so that your bound arms don’t place too much strain on your shoulders. You feel his cum trickling out of you on to your thigh and let out a shuddering breath as he stands and pulls his jeans back up.

“That was good,” He says as he fastens the buttons. “Definitely coming back for some more of that later.” He moves to the side of the bed and retrieves the gag which you obediently accept back into your mouth, laying still as he fastens it. He looks your over for a minute and then leans down and kisses your cheek. “And who knows? If you’re good, I might let you come, too.”

With a chuckle he turns and leaves, no doubt headed back to the TV and whatever sports game takes his interest while you lay there, bound and gagged, already hoping it’s not long until he returns to use you again.

TTT

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thedeadmansgirl · 5 months

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A Chance to Start Over | Chapter 01

Pairing: Mark Calaway (The Undertaker) x Female OC (Mary)

Chapter Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ Only Smut.

Length: 859

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Success comes in various ways and different levels, depending on where you are in life.

And if you ask Mark Calaway, the man known publicly as the Undertaker, what success is at this point in his life, it is watching his beautiful wife of nearly a year, Mary, coming into the kitchen from their backyard carrying in a basket full of fresh eggs on one hand and another full of vegetables on the other from their garden out back.

Had it been ten or fifteen years earlier, he would easily say it’s his career achievements, probably his wealth, and the love of any woman (and sometimes, several women at the same time) who’d give him their generous time to pleasure him. Now all that mattered was this gorgeous woman in front of him.

Mary smiled at her husband who’s sitting on a stool by the kitchen island, enjoying his morning coffee. She smirked at the look on his face and the growing tent in his dark gray sweatpants, the only clothing he has on him. ‘God, he’s beautiful.’ she thought to herself.

“Good morning.” She greeted him saccharinely instead as she placed the baskets by the sink. The towering man stood up and walked over his wife to kiss her passionately.

“Have I told you I love you today?” He whispered, his hand already under her shirt, traveling slowly up to her breasts, squeezing one as he nipped lightly on her earlobe, causing her to squirm a bit under him and let out a soft moan.

“As a matter of fact you did, twice before we left our bed this morning.” She replied, almost breathless as he began rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger.

“Well, you might have forgotten darlin’. Let me remind you again.” He whispered and guided his wife to face the island counter, caressing her hips as she leant forward to rest her upper body on the marble top. He let out a gruff moan that made Mary bit her lip to suppress a smile, she knew what’s about to transpire and she’s almost antsy. He wrapped his arms around her waist and bent down to kiss the back of her neck, trailing down her spine.

Her breath hitched when Mark hooked a finger on the waistband of her sleep shorts and swiftly pulled it down, his other hand frantically pulling down his sweatpants just enough to free his hard and throbbing cock, leaking with pre-cum. He reached around her waist to run a finger through her slit and felt her already wet center. He groaned again as he collected her wetness to drag it back up her nub, circling it with a gentle pressure that had her gasping and moaning in pleasure.

“Mark.” She whimpered, “I need you inside me, please.” She begged and Mark let out a soft chuckle, kissing her temple as he did.

“So impatient.” He whispered but pulled back anyway to pump his cock a few times before aligning it to her warm entrance dripping with arousal and slowly pushed his way in, whimpering as he did. Mary closed her eyes; her brows knitted as her husband stretched her deliciously, her mouth falling into a small ‘o’ and whimpered as she felt him bottom out to the hilt, hitting that sweet spot inside of her.

Mark gripped her hips, sinking his fingers on her tanned skin a little too hard but Mary didn’t mind. Especially when he began to move in slow but hard thrusts, slowly picking up pace, and continued hitting that special place inside her that had her a whining mess in no time.

“Right there, right there!” She almost screamed. “Don’t stop, baby please.”

“I love it when ya beg.” Mark responded with less spunk as he wanted to as he, too, was almost lost in the sensation of her cunt swallowing his thick and long cock as if it were made to fit and live in there.

Mark gritted his teeth as he felt himself growing closer, letting out a slightly higher pitched moan than his usual baritone grunts. “I need ya to come for me, baby.” He told her, reaching back around her front to press gentle circles in her nub, helping her tip over to the edge.

“Fuck…” Mary whined as her back arched and her cunt clamped down on Mark’s cock, causing the huge man to let out a loud grunt, almost a growl, “Jesus…” He whimpered, “Come on, baby.” He urged her as he continued his ministrations to her nub and not long after she was clamping down even harder as she came really hard screaming his name.

It didn’t take Mark longer than a few more thrusts before he was burying himself deeper inside her, flooding her walls with thick spurts of his cum with a jolt. "Jesus Christ." He hisses, closing his eyes and resting his head on Mary's shoulder. “That’s a good way to start the week,” He grinned, cupping her face to turn her towards his, kissing her passionately.

“I love you, woman.” He panted against her lips and she smiled, “I love you, too, cowboy.”

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mamirhodessxox · 20 days

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT

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andyisbleeding · 4 months

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“Whore,” he moaned loudly. He was about to cum and was mad about it. You had been a brat all day and rubbed his cock over his jeans whenever you had a free hand. Kissing his neck and whispering filthy things in his ear in the quiet. He wrapped his hand tightly around your neck. “Is this what you want?” He thrust harder into you and squeezed at your nipples with his free hand.

“Yes daddy,” you gasp.

‘Maybe next time you can share me?’ The thought made my pussy wet. The big red machine was yours and open to the thought of letting big brother watch. Maybe you’d be lucky enough to be shared by the two giants.

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ava-valerie · 2 years

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I was wondering how would kane and undertaker feel about a small chubby s/o? Small at 5'4 ft headcanons nsfw and sfw if you can❤

Thankies!!🤝🌟

I feel in the mood to write some old requests 🥰 And this one is perfect, it's a pleasure 💖

Please note everyone: I'm not accepting new requests.

** Headcanon **

NSFW below the cut (18+ readers only)

"Reaper of souls" Undertaker

Taker loves your innocent, small size

Small size means cute, and he's such a sucker for cute

He will handle you like a precious doll

Though, you will only belong to him

Cage

His cute doll has to be captured in a cage, so he can stare at you forever

You can have everything you desire, as long as you stay like a good girl and bow to his wishes

Oh, to have you captured in his huge arms

So lovely and cuddly

He's almost tempted to squeeze you as tight as he can

Prepare to sit on his lap

And get your ass groped with these strong fingers

Taker is an "ass guy"

He loves to bite in the soft flesh and make you squeal

Slaps

Squeezes

Bites

Your gorgeous, juicy backside will be sore

To see how tiny you are compared to him as he lingers above you makes him so hard

He gets pleasure from pressing his erection against your thighs and belly

Feeling how the soft flesh gives in to his length

Deep growls in your ear

Holding your hands above your head

He worships every inch of your skin as if you are an angel

And he is the devil

Here to enjoy your looks and to let you drown in sinful passion

"Full masked" Kane

Kane is a rough monster

And you are so damn soft

His touches will be carefull at first, afraid that he might hurt your wonderful, tiny figure

Fingers grazing your curves as if he discovers a female body for the first time

(Probably true, considering his past...)

He wants to keep you for himself, safe and cozy in his embrace

The deep voice rumbling in his broad chest

"Mine"

Kane is as obsessive as his brother is

Though, the intention behind this is slightly different

He is mesmerized by your lips

Hidden behind the mask, he dreams of kissing

A whole new sort of dominance, because he wants to claim your mouth and tongue

As soon as he feels confident enough to take off the mask, he will kiss, suck, and bite your lips raw

He makes you sit on his face

His head between your soft, full thighs makes the monster huffing and puffing with desire

He digs his tongue deep inside you

Huge hands groping your hips and holding you in place

BAPTIZE HIM WITH YOUR JUICES

He's not asking, he takes it

But always watches if you are enjoying it

You can't tame the monster

Though, the monster treasures the soft you

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lesp1een · 2 years

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"We meet again" (Shawn x Ministry! Taker)

Content Warning: NSFW, blood

"Finally, we meet again."

The last time Shawn had seen Undertaker, it was when he was being lit on fire by his brother.

He was sure he had died. It was impossible for him to survive to that. He saw him being killed in front of his own eyes.

Maybe all that "dead man" bullshit wasn't so fake after all, or else he could not be able to explain why the man before him was so similar to his past rival.

"So you come back from the dead, and the first thing you do is become a fucking psychopath?" Shawn refused to get closer to that sinister man. He couldn't recall a moment when he was so afraid of him. Even when they were fighting each other off so often, he was never afraid of him as much as he was in that moment.

"Me, a psychopath?" The Ministry pointed at himself, and laughed, the deep sound of his voice echoing through the whole room. "How rude of you refer to me as that. The man you have been longing for so much time."

Those words made Shawn flinch, his body running warmer at the revelation. How did he know about that? He never told anybody about it, only Hunter. And he was pretty sure his friend would never have snitched on him. Maybe…

"Bullshit. Now get out of my fucking hotel room, please?" He would have gladly escaped that situation, if he wasn't so pissed off about that psycho cultist breaking in his own room and feasting on the liquor he paid with his own money.

Speaking of liquor, the Ministry took another shot of it, sitting on Shawn's couch like he was in his own home. Then he suddenly got up, and Shawn took a step back. He was still so tall, and if it was possible, he became bigger. He was broader, thicker. He could sense he was maybe even stronger than the last time he saw him.

And he was still, oh so breathtakingly beautiful. But he was not him. He was not the Undertaker he had secretly loved for many years. That was a demon, a demon getting closer to him by each step he took.

Shawn froze in place, the Devil so close he had his chest pressed against his own. He refused to look at his face, trying to get his gaze as far as possible from him, even when he felt a hot, breathy laugh linger on his cheek. "I can smell your fear, little one." he whispered near Shawn's ear, making him shiver, bringing two fingers on the blonde's chin. He was forced to look up at him, and as soon as he met those green eyes, he knew it was over for him.

He had his eyes.

"How do you know about it?" he managed to get out, unable to look away from that man.

He had his lips, he had his little freckles, he had his nose. He was so similiar to him, yet he was not.

"I know everything about my host, little one-"

"Stop calling me that." Undertaker- No, the Ministry, smiled, making Shawn's heart flutter with emotion against his will.

"You were always bad at hiding your desires. He knew. He knew you wanted him, and you want to know something that is really, really funny?" Long, dark hair brushed against Shawn's face as he got closer and closer, pressing his forehead against his.

"He wanted you too. He wants you."

Shawn was sure he was about to faint, his legs trembling, his eyes locked on the others. He was a weak man, a vulnerable man. For fuck's sake, it was the first time he saw the man he loved after his death, and he was looking at him like that, with hunger, with desire.

If there was a God, Shawn knew he would be disappointed in him. If there was a God, then the Devil was in front of him, caressing his cheek, looking right into his eyes.

"Surrender to me." a long tongue caressed his half open lips, and Shawn was so frustrated he cried out, grabbing the other's arms. He felt muscle under his palms, hard muscle and flesh.

Fuck, he was so touch starved. He craved so much.

"Make love to him." Big hands grabbed at his waist, and Shawn snapped his eyes open, and made a decision he would have time to regret in the future. He kissed that man. He kissed him hard to shut his evil mouth, pressing his smaller body to his, surrendering to temptation.

"Take me." He breathed out desperately on the other's lips, and he was kissed again, so brutally it made his lip bleed out, and Undertaker sucked on it with a groan, made it bleed more, filled both their mouths with it. They were both violent, ruthless, and Shawn gripped his dark hair hard in his fist, pulling it, making the Ministry moan on his lips. He pulled his hair again, harder, he wanted it to hurt. The only thing he got was the man's clothed erection rubbing against his, and he broke the kiss to look right at him.

"You love this." he panted out, and with his free hand, he slapped the other's face hard, leaving a red mark. The Ministry thrust his hips harder against his thigh, getting off on his own pain.

They were humping each other like animals, fast and rough, hands gripping on each other's bodies like they were trying to rip their skin off. Shawn closed his eyes as he felt a hot tongue tracing down his neck, sucking on his skin, biting his throat so hard he was bleeding again. The pain made Shawn's mind fuzzy with excitement, as he felt the Ministry lick his blood off like a goddamn vampire.

Before he was able to register the feeling of being lifted up, he was thrown on the couch, the big man towering over him, pale lips painted crimson with blood. He had a crazed expression on his face, like he was high on something.

Shawn understood soon enough it was bloodlust.

They quickly removed their clothes, both craving to feel as much skin as they could, and Shawn looked up at him as he took his tank top off, revealing a body sculpted by the gods. Undertaker, or whoever it was possessing his body, was pale, arms black with ink, hips softer than his muscular torso, and he was big, standing proud, towering on Shawn's lither body.

Shawn's attention was then drawn between his legs, and he blushed hard, quickly looking away.

The Ministry noticed, and smiled at him tenderly, caressing his face. "Get on your knees for me, my darling."

Shawn didn't hesitate. He was on his knees, between those legs, looking up at his master, and then right in front of him, at what was to be considered a murder weapon, standing hard between his lover's legs.

He licked along his shaft, sucking at the soft head, before sliding it in his mouth, earning a little shudder from the man above him. He was slow, teasing him with his tongue, trying to get accustomed to the size of it. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to take it all in his mouth, so he took as much as he could, hollowing his cheeks on that thick cock, sucking hard, making the man above him groan in pleasure.

But as much as he was loving teasing the other, he soon lost his control over things. A big hand grabbed him by the hair, caressing his scalp, as he stopped Shawn from doing anything. "Stay still." He was ordered. And he did, he stayed still as that hard cock slipped in his mouth. He looked up at Taker's face as his mouth was being fucked, his head held still by a strong hand.

"This is all he always wanted to do to you, little one." The Ministry grinned, as he thrust his hips hard, making Shawn swallow around his whole length, nose pressed hard against his lower stomach.

Shawn whined hard, and fuck, all he wanted was to satisfy his Undertaker, so he gagged on that cock, taking it all in his throat, making himself a cute little fucktoy for that demon, letting himself be used and abused until his throat was sore and burning, until he was snorting, struggling to breathe. One last thrust, a deep moan coming from above him, and a spasm, and Shawn felt hot cum being shot deep into his throat he choked a bit, but he was a good boy, so he still managed to swallow all of it, crying out. His mouth was freed, and Shawn massaged his aching jaw, panting.

"Good boy." His lover caressed his hair, helping him get on the couch. Shawn didn't realize he was rock hard until his cock brushed against the couch.

He was a good boy. He would be so good his Taker would come back to him, instead of that monster.

"I fuckin' hate you" He spat out, between gritted teeth. The Ministry chuckled, his hot breath caressing Shawn's neck. "You do not." Shawn was about to cry, because he despised that so much, he despised that man, because he stole everything he loved from him.

"You are not him." His heart was bursting with emotion, his eyes filling up with tears.

Shawn was so delusional he thought it wasn't gonna be that hard. He thought he would just have a rough fuck with that motherfucker, and then forget about it for the rest of his life. He was better off as a whore than a lover, after all.

"Shawn, look at me." The bigger man lifted his chin with two fingers, inviting him to look at his face. "I am him. He is me. Everything he thinks I think. Everything he wants I desire, too. Everyone he adores, I crave." He wiped off Shawn's tears off his face with a tender touch, letting the blonde man lean onto his hand. "He loves you-"

"Fuck." Shawn stopped him, and pulled him in by the hair in a desperate kiss. The man above him shifted his position, and broke the kiss to lick his own lips, still tasting blood. "Do you still want to do this, little one?"

"Since when do demons ask for consent?"

"I still got manners." For the first time in that whole night, Shawn smiled, and then he simply pressed his body against the other, feeling his cold skin against his own hot chest. "Go on."

He stared as that demonic man put two fingers inside his own mouth, sucking them off a bit, looking right at his partner with half lidded eyes, and it was one of the hottest things Shawn had ever seen in his whole life.

He was ready for those fingers to come at him, so he opened his thighs, waiting for them. His expectations were wrong, because he didn't feel anything at all on him, when those fingers came down. He only saw Undertaker bite down at his own lip, and lowered his gaze to notice that he was the one preparing himself. His lover let out a little grunt as he lowered his own body onto Shawn's. His skin was cold as grave, yet inside he was burning hot. "Oh God…" the younger man swore, grabbing Undertaker's large waist as his lover immediately started riding him, his hands on the sides of Shawn's neck. "Slow down, please- fuck!" He was tight, and hot and he was big on Shawn's body, still towering over him as he was fucking himself on his cock.

He didn't slow down. It was rough and strong and intense and it made Shawn's head spin as he saw the other's expression, face half covered by long, dark hair. Undertaker's face was flushed, his eyes half open, and he was letting out the sweetest of sounds as he rode him, moaning low and gritting his teeth in pleasure and pain. "You wanna make me scream your name, little one? Let me see what you got." he panted out, looking down at Shawn, his eyes wide with excitement. "Fuck me up, boy toy. And if you do it well enough, I might let you come."

Shawn whined at those words, pleasure running up his spine. "Yes, my master." he saw the Ministry's eyes darken as he heard that word, before he grabbed him by the hair and slammed him on the couch like he wanted to hurt him, pushing himself on top of him, and he thrust his cock deep inside his body, without care.

They fucked raw, Shawn thrusting his hips fast, slamming inside him with vigor, pushing his much bigger lover onto the couch, making him groan in pleasure.

But he wanted him to scream, so he gripped his hips hard, nails piercing through skin, opening fresh wounds, and he angled himself better, thrusting again, that time even harder than before. He aimed for the man's prostate, ruthlessly violating it until he felt his legs start to hurt.

That was it. He heard the other moan loudly, and then scream in pure pleasure, his hips spasming towards him. He never heard Undertaker scream like that, so he kept going. He wanted more of it. It was addictive to see him submit.

He slipped a hand on the other's neck, squeezing sofly, still abusing his prostate with every thrust, his pace growing faster and deeper and messier.

"Fuck, you're so hot" he panted out, "You're beautiful." and he thrusted hard again, making the man under him scream, eyes rolling up, hair sticking on his forehead.

He was about to come, but he couldn't. He promised. He promised he would give him everything he got, he wanted Undertaker to come undone under him, to lose himself to him. He choked him, earning a breathless moan, and he licked a trail of spit off of Taker's chin, then he went down to his neck, biting hard, making him bleed. The pain made his lover writhe under him, and all it took was Shawn kissing him hard, making him taste his own blood, to make Undertaker cry out on his mouth. He felt his body tighten around him, and looked down as he came hard on his own stomach, broken moans leaving his lips.

It took Shawn a lot of control to not come at that sight alone, and he remained still, deep into his lover's body, frustrated sighs leaving his throat. "Please… please, can I come now?"

"You did good." His lover panted out, voice hoarse and body still trembling with the aftershock of his own orgasm. "Come in me, my darling. Fill me up."

Shawn's body reacted on his own, and he thrust his hips hard, almost shouting as he stopped deep inside the other, his muscles tensing, every inch of his body screaming as he finally came, deep inside his lover's body. He cried out, his head spinning in raw pleasure, his body unable to move, legs trembling hard.

"Good boy." He heard, as soon as he collapsed on the other's body, sliding out of him to rest his head on that broad chest.

They made love until sunrise, hard and raw until it was not, soft and slow until they fell asleep on the bed, their bodies becoming one.

Shawn woke up late, feeling sore. The Ministry was still in his bed, sleeping. He looked at him, at how much he resembled his lover, at how he was his Undertaker.

How easy it was to fall in love with him again and again, everytime he came back.

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strangedreamlandmagazine · 2 years

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Guys I have my period and I'm sad can someone please send me some undertaker smut?

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starobsidianruby · 3 months

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And if you choose The undertaker and Kane.

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horror102 · 1 year

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Submission!

Things I do and don’t.

Things I do write for

Student X teacher- Just because it’s a weird fantasy and only high school 18 X teacher I’ve gotten a request many times and I refuse to do any 16 year old students or 17 only the age above legal law.

Fictional Serial killer X reader- Only fictional serial killers I will not be writing a fan fiction of Ted bunch, jeffery Dhamer, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, or anything’s real serial killer wise.

Any type of fandoms!

Undertale fandom, WWE fandom, Horror fandom, supernatural fandom, Dc fandom, Marvel fandom, Game fandom, Movie fandom, Peoples oc’s X a certain character. Just anything! Anime fandom, Cartoon fandom, Greek gods, ANYTHING! <3 red dead redemption, Cod , YouTubers only ones who allow, TWD, TVD, GTA, Fast food, fnaf , Disney , the avatar,

Things I don’t and won’t do.

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Rape

Abusive relationships with a character that’s the love interest.

Urine/feces

Warnings I do

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Limes

Lemons

Fandoms I won’t write for.

Harry Potter- It’s mostly just a bunch of weird adults crushing on teenagers

YouTubers who’ve stated they don’t want smut written about them, only ones that don’t care. But if it’s fluff it’s fine

Scooby doo- Only when it’s the live action it’s okay but when there supposedly teens nah. unless it’s fluff.

Going angst someone’s religion or adding satanism in a story.- only because it goes against some characters I write like Jacob Goodnight

Specific characters I do.

Michael myers

Jason voorhees

Jacob goodnight

Patrick Bateman

Hannibal Lecter

Leather face

Candy man

Pearl

Carrie

Chucky

Jennifer Tilly

Freddy Krueger

Ghostfaces

Pinhead

Pyramid head

Pennywise

Art the clown

Harry warden

Gabriel may

Norman Bates

Billy Lenz

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Horror

Sally face

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Supernatural

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikealson

Klaus Mikealson

Mason Lockwood

Kai Parker

TVD

Negan

Rick

Carl

TWD

Simon Riley

Soap

Konig

Cod

Thor

Loki

Captain America

Venom

Deadpool

Marvel

Batman

Superman

Joker

Dick Grayson

The flash

Beast boy

Superboy

Spider noir

Roman reigns

Dolph Zigger

Randy Orton

Batista

Razor Ramon

Drew McIntyre

Kane

Undertaker

Mankind

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Shawn Michaels

Triple H

Diesel

WWE

Sans

Papyrus

Undertale

Naruto uzumaki

Kakashi Hatake

Jiraiya

Asuma sensei

Erwin smith

Reiner Braun

Hercules

Poseidon

Connie springer

Kisame

Coach Ukai

Asahi- Haikyu

Sniper mask

Anime

The hand- Wednesday

Freaky Fred

Scar

Mufasa

Cartoon

Ronald mc Donald

Burger King

Jack in the box

Fast food

Spring trap

Bonnie

Foxy

Freddy faze bear

Monty

Michael afton

Fnaf

Franklin

Michael

GTA

Beast

Prince neaven

Any Disney prince fr <3

Disney

Anything on my list, or in the fandoms I write for I forgot I couple if there’s any you think I might like hit me up! <3

Tags I do

Daddy issues

Older men

Sugar daddy

Sugar mommy

Milf

Dilf

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Age gap

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take-taker-taken · 3 months

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Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day/night wherever you are in the world. I'm new here and saw you take requests. Please bare with me, I've never done this before lol. I was wondering if I could have a ministry Taker x fem gothic plus size reader fic? As for smut or fluff I'll honestly let you decide, I'm good with either. I just love ministry taker so much. He has me in a chokehold!

Hello, lovely Anon! I do hope you’re still around and didn’t give up hope of me ever answering you! Here is your beloved Ministry!Taker fic…

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You carefully apply liner to your eyes, the finishing touch to the smoky look. You know that he’s watching you intently - he always does, to the point where you wonder if he enjoys the ritual of make up as much as you do. You stain your lips a deep, dark red and then sit back and admire the finished product in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful.” The simple statement rumbles from him and you turn to look at where he sits on one of his thrones. This one is slightly smaller than the grand one in the great hall but it’s no less majestic for that. He smiles - an intriguing combination of pleasure, danger and barely-disguised lust - and strokes finger and thumb thoughtfully over his goatee beard. “Come here and sit with me.”

You stand up and turn with a swirl of your black velvet skirt as you smooth down your top, which is cleverly fashioned after his cloak with a deep hood that would hide your face if you used it. The sleeves flare out at the ends, adding to the flowing, floaty quality of the outfit. You slowly walk over to him with a confidence that a few months ago didn’t exist - he used to terrify you and when he plucked you from obscurity to be by his side, you’d barely been able to mutter two words to him. He had chosen, though, and you were to be his. He had seen something in you and so had persevered, not allowing you to be away from him for too long at a time, determined that you would not only grow accustomed to him but that you would learn to find pleasure in his company.

He extends a hand to you as you approach and unafraid, you reach out and take it as you step up on to the platform that the throne sits upon. You know that when he bids you to ‘come and sit with’ him then he wants you close and sure enough, he pulls you in and you hop up on to his lap. As huge as he is, you had been so self conscious the first few times; worried that you were not a waif-like figure. Such things are no longer a concern and you smile and lean against him as one powerful arm encircles you, his fingers stroking up and down your waist.

Your head tucks neatly under his chin if you press yourself fully to him, but you find that you’re feeling playful tonight. His immediate attention has been taken by the book that rests on the arm of the throne and so you slowly slide your hand up the centre of his back. He doesn’t react until you reach his neck, your fingers seeking the bare skin that hides beneath his mane of dark hair. You scratch the nape gently and he rolls his shoulders with a low, rumbling sigh of satisfaction. Encouraged, you turn your face up and deliver a row of small kisses to his jawline before reaching up to give a soft tug on his beard. He turns at that and you look up into stormy green eyes before giving a cheeky giggle, but your hand doesn’t relinquish its grip on the facial hair.

“Something ails you, my princess?” His voice is never particularly animated but you don’t find that scary anymore.

“You called me all the way over here, but seems you’re only interested in that book.”

His arm tightens around your ample waist while his other hand reaches up and covers over the one of yours that holds his beard. “Wanting some attention are you, little one?”

You nod as you give him a playful pout and a mildly pleading look. He guides your hand from his chin and then raises it to his lips, kissing it softly as you look on. He lets go of your hand and then nudges your chin up with one long finger. He kisses along your jaw just as you did to him and you close your eyes, enjoying the feel of the bristly hair against your skin.

“Such a stunning gothic beauty,” He murmurs into your ear, the timbre making you shiver pleasantly. “I knew from the moment I saw you that there was fire inside you.” He caresses the back of your neck with the tips of his fingers while his other hand seeks out the hem of your top so that he can touch bare skin. “It just needed someone to nurture that glow…” As his fingers stroke across your stomach you think back to the beginning of your time with him, when you used to try and move away from touches like this, fearing that there was ‘too much’ flesh there. Now you have no such worries and wriggle around, turning yourself in his lap as his kiss returns, to your mouth this time.

He teases your lips apart and you gladly open your mouth to allow his long tongue entry and place your hand on the side of his face. There’s still a part of you that can’t quite believe that you’re allowed to touch him, to kiss him and to lay with him. He chose you to be at his side; he chose to love you. You open your eyes and whimper slightly with disappointment as he draws back from the kiss and there’s amusement in his gaze.

“You’re wanting more, princess?”

“Always,” you reply, your thumb stroking his cheek.

“I rather fear that I shouldn’t.” He says teasingly. “You only just finished your make up and if I take you to bed then it’ll surely be ruined.”

You smile up at him and tug gently on his beard again. “I don’t mind.”

He growls at your latest assault on his facial hair and snaps his teeth playfully at your hand before standing up with you in his arms. You giggle delightedly as you know that nobody else sees this side to him.

“Very well, girl - you leave me no choice but to teach you some consequences for your teasing.” He dips his head and kisses you again before drawing back to nip at your lips with his teeth. You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and let your head fall against his chest as he carries you from the room while muttering dark, lustful promises.

END.

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A Chance to Start Over | Chapter 04

Pairing: Mark Calaway (The Undertaker) x Female OC (Mary)

Chapter Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ Only. Divorce, labor, water (amniotic sack) breaking, douche Mark, cheating spouse, still born, pregnancy, death from childbirth (not OC)

Length: 1560k

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Mark was sitting comfortably in his recliner in the den, a beer in hand, while he flipped through the channels. He had got back home from another work trip three days ago, and he barely even moved from his spot. Only getting up to go to the bathroom or get another bottle of Shiner. It would still be another few weeks before he had to go back on the road again, he figured since he basically ruined his second chance at happiness, he’d just drown himself in beer.

He had time to let his thoughts and feelings sit and simmer. And he could never deny the fact that he loves Mary so much, and regrets saying the things he said. But at the same time, he didn’t want the heartbreak of losing another child, whether from life or its paternity.

Christ. He thought, if only Mary would see it from my eyes.

Just then, his doorbell rang. Then it rang again, and again. He cursed as he got up, taking long strides to the front door.

“HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A DOORBELL IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE?” He bellowed as he opened the door and was surprised to see Mary, sweating, huffing and red. Probably from the Texan summer heat.

“What the hell are you doin’ here?”

She pushed her way in, ignoring her ex husband’s question. She walked through where she knew he’d have the air conditioner turned on behind the couch. She stood there and for a few seconds felt relieved by the cool air blowing on her face directly. Mark watched her with amusement and surprise, he cannot deny the fact that she looked good in the yellow sundress that clings to her bump, and hugs her breasts that are so much fuller now. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans.

He tried to shake the thoughts away, reminding himself why they are in this situation in the first place. Then Mary turned back to look at Mark, and shoved an envelope to his chest. .

“Please sign the fucking divorce papers.” She begged the towering man who just looked down at her in surprise. “This is the fifteenth time, Mark. Please just sign it. It’s the right one. I made sure they removed the child-support clause.”

Mark was stunned and absentmindedly clung to the envelope. It still feels so weird to him seeing her pregnant, and she has gotten bigger since he last saw her, and he didn’t understand why he was feeling the way he does, blaming it on the summer heat. He gulped as he scanned her body and saw the quick shift in Mary’s expression, insecurity, he told himself. He knew that look so well, and it only strengthened his case when she pulled her dress further down her bump and straightened her back.

Her breath suddenly hitched. She winced, gripping the back of the couch, but quickly schooled her expression to look as neutral as possible but Mark caught that.

“I figured you wanted your lawyer to look at it so I waited but after not hearing from you nor any lawyer on your end—” She stopped mid-sentence to take a few short breaths through her nose as she bit her lower lip.

“What’s the matter Mark? What do you need me to add or remove from it? I can have my lawyer create a new draft. Do you want the beach house in Florida?” She continued soon after.

Mark realized he hadn’t spoken and shook himself off his daze, “I-I don’t need the beach house.” He began and her brows just furrowed and she took a deep breath, her grip on the back of the couch was turning her knuckles white.

“Then…what…do…you want?” She asked through gritted teeth.

“I want you back, that’s what I want! But–but this… honey, I–I can’t…” Mark stuttered, gesturing at her bump.

“So what are you saying?” She glared at him, and Mark couldn’t understand why she was huffing. She must be really mad at me for not signing the divorce papers right away. He thought.

“I’m saying that we can still make it work, y-you and I can still be happy together… you can–put your baby up for adoption or something then–”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?”

Mark stepped back and felt like he had shrunk a few feet down. He just realized what he told her and now she’s even madder. With a hand on her bump and a finger poking on his chest, she hissed, “Sign. the. goddamn. papers. NOW!”

“Now hold on a minute, we never had the chance to talk this out. Technically, we’re still married–”

“We don’t need to talk about anything about this. We were only married on paper and in the sack, you made it clear when I left. If you’re saying all this now just to get your dick wet, you’re asking the wrong person. Go fuck someone else.”

“Ya think I’d want you back just to fuck you–”

“It doesn’t matter now, just sign it so it could all be over and I’ll disappear from your life just like she did.” She pushed the envelope further into Mark’s chest and returned to grip the back of the couch trying to even her breathing, one hand still on her bump.

She knew what she said was too harsh and she saw the hurt etched in his face.

“Fine!” He snapped and ripped the envelope open, pulling out the documents. He looked around searching for something and then he looked at Mary. “What?” Mary asked in a hiss.

“Pen?” He asked, matter of factly. “Goddamn it Mark! Bottom drawer of that desk–” She was going to point at the desk by the den when she let out a loud groan of pain.

"What's wrong? Tryin' fake pains to get me to sign the papers quicker?" He snorts. "Should have led with that--"

“Shut the fuuuuck uuuuuuuppppp.” Mary moaned in pain, forcing her knees to bend slightly to a squat as the pressure grew stronger towards her center. She tightly gripped the back of the couch for support while she gasped for breath.

“I- fuck-“ The sound of water trickling down the hardwood floor “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

Mark's eyes widen in surprise and, quite frankly, nervousness, as he looks down, swallowing harshly as he realizes Mary's water broke.

"Well shit, I think your water broke.” Mark stood there wondering what the fuck to do.

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” Mary glared at him, letting out a long breath as the contraction eased.

“You need to go to the hospital.”

“You think I don’t know that? Just sign the goddamn papers, Mark and mail it to my lawyer first thing in the morning.” Mary replied, heading for the door brushing past Mark on her way out.

“What the hell are you doing?” Mark asked in confusion, surely she’s not going to drive herself to the hospital, is she?

Mary turned back to face him from the porch with a scowl, “What the fuck do you think?”

“Good grief, woman. It’s not safe, you’re in pain. Let me at least drive you.” Mark responded a little irritatedly, grabbing his keys and wallet from the console table in the doorway.

“No!” Mary held up her hand before Mark could cross the threshold. “I-it’s alright, Mark. Y-you get on with your day. I’m gonna be fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, I–”

“Really, please, I insist. I-I can do it. I know you don’t want—to be in this situation in the first place. I-I can do it.” Mark saw her trying her best to school her expression, but he knew she was in pain. Despite that, Mary still mustered up a smile that was meant to reassure him and his heart just dropped and shattered.

He could only frown at the fact that she thought that she’s bothering him and he realized just how much he fucked things up with Mary.

Mary is the type of person who always keeps to herself and does her best to do things on her own, regardless if it’s hard or painful, because she doesn’t want to bother anyone. A rough childhood with a narcissistic mother who tells her that she’s a mistake did that to her, and if Mark felt horrible after realizing just exactly how much he fucked things up with his wife, he can’t imagine her ever forgiving him now.

But he will never forgive himself if anything were to happen to her and there was something he could do to help it. He watched Mary waddle towards her car, but almost doubled over in pain before she could open the door, holding on to the handle as she felt the baby shifted lower. Mark rushed to her side as she gasped in both panic and pain, pleading with her. “Come on Mary, please. Let me drive you to the hospital. You’re in no shape to do it by yourself. Just–Just think of the–your baby’s safety. Yeah?” Mary was panting slightly as she looked up at Mark’s emerald eyes, and nodded and muttered a pained “O-okay.”

“Alright, alright. Let me help you in.” Mark guided her towards the passenger side of her car and helped her settle in before running to the driver’s side and wasting no time to drive her to the hospital.

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