Y/N was waiting for Undertaker to come while they were preparing dinner for him. Y/N heard the door open and then close. Y/N was expecting a ‘darling I’m home’ along with a kiss but it didn’t happen. Y/N looked to see him put his hat on the coat rack and went straight for the sofa. ‘Something is wrong’ Y/N thought. Y/N turned off the stove and took off their apron. “Honey is everything alright?” The look on Undertaker’s face was enough said. “Just not feeling it today darling. Maybe its just one of those days.” Y/N hates when he gets like this, but Y/N always had a solution.
Y/N went around the sofa to cuddle him with his head against their chest. “Awww well don’t worry I can make you feel better.” Y/N started giving him kisses all over his forehead and face. He couldn’t stay in that gloomy mood for long because he started to smile and giggle. Y/N kept kisses him and began to tickle his sides. His laughter got louder, and he was trying to make Y/N stop. “Darling you don’t have to tickle me so much.” Y/N stopped and looked into Undertaker’s eyes that wasn’t hidden by his hair any more. Undertaker soon did the same thing when he calmed down.
“I’ll fix your dinner and I’ll get your bath ready. How does that sound?” He smiled. “That sounds wonderful.” Y/N kissed him on the lips and got up walk into the kitchen. Undertaker was right behind them hugging them from behind. “Thanks for making me feel better. I needed it.” Y/N snickered. “Once you get done with dinner, I can make you feel way more better.” Y/N held a plate in their hand and handed it to him. He took it and sat at the table so he can eat.
In the mean time Y/N went into their bathroom to run a nice long bubble bath for him. He loved those type of things because it was an opportunity to have more bonding time. Y/N turned the knobs to get the water nice and warm. A little hot but not burning hot. When the temperature was exactly right Y/N plugged the drain and let the water slowly fill the tub. About ten minutes have passed and the tub was filled just right, and it was time to add the bubble bath. A hint of lavender and chamomile scented the bathroom, and it was very relaxing.
Y/N heard the door to the bathroom open and there he was half naked with a towel wrapped around his waist. “Couldn’t wait, could you?” He shook his ‘no’ and walked closer to you. “Will you be joining me my love? It would be way more fun.” He rubbed his against Y/N’s and he kissed their lips. “How can I say no.” He dropped his towel, and he slowly sank into the warm bath water. His muscles began to relax in the water while he was eyeing Y/N as they undress.
Y/N slowly went into the water with their back towards him and laid against his chest. He snuggled close and kissed Y/N’s neck. “My love you don’t know how much I appreciate you. I’m do glad you came into my life.” Y/N relaxed into his arms as the kisses became more frequent. “I know you are honey. I’m glad too. I wouldn’t be with anyone else unless it was you.” Y/N hand traveled into the water to find his cock and began massaging it slowly. Undertaker was getting the gist what was going on and two can play at the game.
Undertaker's hand when into the water and began to rub Y/N at the same pace they were going. “My love you are the only one that make me feel this way. I never want to lose you.” Y/N began to moan as Undertaker began to go faster each time, so they decided to do the same. The knots of their excitement began to build in their stomach and their ending was near. “Undertaker I love you and nothing will change that. I will never hurr-rt you.” Undertaker was in so much bliss he could barely speak. “Mm-my love I will never hh-hurt you either. II-I love you too mm-much.”
His face dove into Y/N neck, and he began to bite it slightly, but it was enough pressure to make Y/N moan louder. “Cum with mm-me darling. Let’s cum tt-together.” As if on command Y/N began to see white as their eye rolled to the back of their head. Undertaker wasn’t to far behind when Y/N rubbed him a few more times before their high came down. Their breathing were in sync and they cuddled each other in the lukewarm water.
“Looks like we need to change the bath water.” Undertaker chuckled and turned to look into Y/N eyes. “I meant was I said darling. I will never hurt you. If I do, I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you. That's a promise.” Y/N was getting a little teary eyed but shook their head. “I know Undertaker.” Y/N moved a little to drain the water and then turned the water on. “Now let’s have a proper bath. No funny business this time.” “No promises my love.”
“Ha, you suck!” you drunkenly shouted at the fourth opponent in a row that you had not only beaten but taken their money as well. You downed the rest of your drink and called for another- hey, there was nothing better to do being stuck in this shithole of a town because of your old, unreliable car. So why not just spend the rest of your night drinking away every care you had in some dodgy bar with a load of creepy middle-aged men; sounds like a perfect Friday night to me.
That’s when you spotted your next pool victim; a rather tall, burly and muscly looking guy with finely detailed tattoos littered across his whole body- a guy who’s face somehow looked rather familiar… You brushed it off and sauntered over to where he was standing at the bar.
He was already a polar opposite to the scrawny looking men you faced previously, I mean nobody in their right mind could say he wasn’t intimidating. His body alone, towering over your smaller frame was enough to cause your knees to quake in a small sense of fear. You decided to say nothing, well you could say you physically couldn’t to tell the truth. All you did was simply nudge his arm and beckon him to follow you.
You strolled to the pool table, setting up the balls for yet another game. “So you ready to lose?” The man’s brassy voice bellowed. Bold statement but honestly that was least than expected.
The game was short, lasted little over 10 minutes. “Ah shit.” You muttered under your breath. His body didn’t even flinch but his face… well that was a face of clear self-confidence. “You know what actually? Fuck you.” It seemed as though all of a sudden a flurry of emotions took over you, controlling every little movement. Maybe that’s what ultimately drove your hand to jerk forward, alcohol drenching the tall figures dark t-shirt. The point really is; you aren’t usually the competitive type, you aren’t one to get angry over a pathetic little game… it was just the expression on his face, that smug little grin that etched on his face which was enough to send your emotions into overdrive.
You were already faced with the deafening booing of the drunken bodies around you; Like seriously what was this, a wrestling show or something!? A firm grasp constricted around your upper arm causing you to squirm in complete discomfort, “Excuse me miss, we’re going to have to ask you to leave.” Who the hell even is this guy? It was only a small drink for gods sake. Those were the constant thoughts shadowing your current mess of a mind. You couldn’t refuse, you couldn’t even shake from his grip, you were just led outside and left; that’s it.
Outside was cold and miserable… the bar was the only place to escape it. The cold air alone was able to penetrate through the black leather jacket you’d previously found comfort in. In that very moment, your mood somehow managed to plummet even further than it already had. A group of about 5 approached, all looked the same; middle-aged and lonely. The typical- drinking away my problems guys. “Alright lass, looking good tonight ay.” The words slurred out of one of their mouths, immediately you turned to walked away. You could still hear them; it was hard not to. More words being shouted your direction about anything from your hair to how great your ass looked in your jeans… that was along with the occasional wolf whistle.
You seemed to pretty much scurry away, as quickly as your legs could carry you. You wanted nothing to do with associating with them in any way; shape or form. You could hear clearly the sound of your heels walking the cobbled path, however way more steps could be heard than your feet were producing… they were following you. You came to a halt, “Could you just leave me the fuck alone? That’d be great?” A large lump hit the back of your throat as you turned being somewhat pressured towards the brick wall behind you. The smell of pure liquor radiated around you as their breath could be felt against your neck. “Get the hell off me you freak.” He didn’t seem to care.
“You heard her. Fuck off.” A deep voice echoed causing a sudden sigh of relief to escape from your lips. The man didn’t budge however, just simply responded, “or what old man.”
The heroic figure was the man from earlier- like a drink was thrown over him so why did he come to your rescue? You couldn’t quite figure it out though; that deja vu feeling you got in your gut, the one saying you’d seen this guy before, prior to today’s events. You finally nailed it though, only when one of the group surrounding your vulnerable body cried out as the creep before you stepped closer to the tower of a figure supposedly saving you. “No don’t argue with him! He’s a wrestler, he’ll fuck you up dude.”
It was true. He in-fact was the Undertaker…
It didn’t take a long while before the group dispersed into the thick mist clouding the visions of any street walker. “Thank you. I really don’t know what would’ve happened if you didn’t appear. Oh and sorry about earli-” You voice was silenced as his much louder one spoke.
“Don’t apologize. Just let me take you back to your home or whatever. You shouldn’t be out here, this is my yard not yours.” Yeah, sounded decent but after recent events, that ‘yes’ in the back of your head just couldn’t quite translate to your mouth. Everything he said was so true though; this wasn’t your home, this place was far from it. The only thoughts running through your mind at this moment in time was a decision that had to be made, for your own safety:
Stay the night in this nightmare town, or show trust to this guy who just saved you and accept the free ride… What harm could it do? He indeed did just save you.
A/N- Platonic fic done! Hope you enjoyed reading! Again I am so sorry my internet has been playing up so much so I haven’t been able to finish all social media requests but these will be done very soon I promise! These are also still Open! ~ Nikkii.
Hey! Can I get some sub Undertaker smut and aftercare fluff with a femdom s/o? For kinks (if you feel comfortable) some praise/degradation mix, spit kink (Undertaker is always drooling) and watersports (i think he would be into that too 😆)?
A/N: Absolutely I can do this😈. Thank you so much for your request. Not gonna lie this one was hitting me pretty hard and I'm not a femdom what so ever. I added a few more things I hope you don't mind. I hope you enjoy this anon.
My Precious Baby Boy
Femdom Reader x Sub Undertaker
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dom/Sub dynamics, names{mistress, ma'am baby boy, baby, man whore[used once], good boy}, spit kink, watersports/squirting, orgasm denial threat/punishment, riding/cowgirl, assumed AFAB reader but no specific parts are mentioned besides Undertaker's so anyone can read, aftercare(fluff). Lmk if I missed anything or need to change anything.
Word Count:~2.2k+
Tonight, was like any other night to people around the neighborhood. That included you and your s/o Undertaker. A few blocks down and around the corner a huge, lonely house sits quiet. Of course, to outsiders its quiet but on the inside some things were about to take place. In your shared room Undertaker was standing there waiting for what is to come. There you stood in the doorway in red bottom heels, fishnet stockings that was half-way up your thighs, wearing a corset piece and holding a flogger in hand. You slowly walked towards him. The clicking of your heels went straight to his ears and cock.
The way you stood in front him with power radiating from you was enough to make him start drooling out the side of his mouth. You let your fingers catch it and put them inside your mouth. Then you stuck your fingers in his mouth which he obediently sucks on. “You are such a good boy aren’t you. Waiting for your mistress to come to you.” You took your fingers out his mouth to let him speak. “Yes, ma’am.” Even though your fingers were still wet you cupped his face in your hand. You walked behind him with his face still in your hand. “Well, a good boy like you deserves an award. Am I right?” He shook his head then the flogger came down on his lower cheeks making his whine. “Use your words. You know better than that.” You whispered in his ear. “Yes mm-ma’am.”
You looked down to see precum dripping from his cock. You chuckled in his ear and moved away from him. Like a lost puppy he turned around to see what you were doing but he knew. You went to get your chair and sat down with your legs over the armrests. He could see you on full display. You motioned your finger for him to get down and crawl to you. He knows the routine but to be told what to do was a turn on for him. He got down on his knees and began to crawl towards you. You can see the hunger and anticipation in his eyes. When you felt his breathe between your legs you held up your hand to stop him. He whined but you gave him a stern look.
“Ah ah ah~.” You said as you wiggled your finger in the air. “I thought you was being a good boy but by the looks of it that is not the case.” You swung the flogger to his back making him moan and whine. “Now be a good boy and wait.” You leaned back and started to play with yourself. He started to drool again wanting to taste your sweet essence. “Wanna have a taste don’t you, you desperate pet.” You said with a little snarl and venom in your voice. “Just look at you. You are practically making a puddle on the floor which you going to clean up right now.” He was so dazed he didn’t hear what you said.
You used the flogger again snapping him out of his little daydream. “I’m not going to repeat myself. Clean up the mess you have made, or you will go the night without anything. Leave you tied up with your cock desperately twitching and aching to cum which will never until the next day. When I feel like you deserve it.” His eyes went wide. When you do that, you really mean when you feel like it. It could be the next evening and you won’t still tend to him. Of course, you don’t torture him for more than a day but it’s one of the punishments you came up with. He crawled back so he can bend over and lick his precum off the floor. “Now there’s a good boy.” You had a smile creep upon your face at the sight of him.
He lifted his head as he was finished with his task. “Good boy now come so you can get your reward this time.” You were still playing with yourself, and he finally put his mouth on you. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue going back and forth. You love it when he gets this desperate. He lifted his mouth off of you and spoke. “Did mistress drink a lot of water today?” You smirked knowing exactly why he asked that question. “Yes, I did baby boy. Now get back to work and maybe something special will happen.”
You leaned back more so he can have more access. You could hear his desperate moans as he licked your entrance and tongue fuck you. Your eyes were rolling to the back your head and you could feel your orgasm coming closer. “That’s it, be the desperate man whore you are. I know you can do better than that.” He was getting frustrated with you, so he pulled you closer to suck harder and finger you. “Yeah yeah, yy-yeah~ that’s what I was waiting for.” You like when he gets frustrated with you but you know he wouldn’t over turn you unless you gave him permission too but that was rare. Dropping the flogger, you gripped his head and tugged on his hair. You can feel your orgasm on the edge as you rode his face. After a few seconds the dam finally broke. You started to squirt on his face and mouth which was trying to catch everything.
“Drink it all, baby boy because this might be the last time for a while before you get another opportunity like this again.” You heard him whine as he drank the last of your juices as much as he could and swallowed. He opened his mouth to show you he did so. “That’s my precious baby boy. You love being good for mistress, don’t you?” “Yes mistress. I love being mistress’s good boy.” You got up off the chair and stood up. “If you are a good boy then get on the bed for me. I think it’s time for another reward.” You look down at his cock to see that his tip was flushed red and precum was slowly sipping out again.
He stood up to get on the bed and laid on his back in the middle of the bed. You started to take your shoes off, but he stopped you. “Can you leave them on? Please mistress~?” How could you deny him with the misery his in voice and his cock twitching in front of you. You climbed on the bed and over his pelvis. You can feel his cock against you, and you could feel him twitching. You didn’t mind since he was staying still. He moved his hands back, so he wasn’t touching you. That was one of the rules, he wouldn’t touch you unless he has permission to do so.
“Who’s a good boy?” He looked at with his blown lust filled eyes. “I am.” You leaned down to his neck and teasingly kissed his neck going up to his ear lobe. “Louder.” He whined. “I am.” You blew in his ear and bit his ear lobe. That made him louder and he started to shake because he wants to be inside you. “Stick it baby~. Stick your horny cock inside me.” You whispered in his ear. He didn’t think twice when he immediately grabbed your hips and push you down on his cock. You grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head. That was the only acceptance to the no touching rule.
You started to bounce on his cock slowly which made him squirm because he wants you to go faster. “Please go fffaster mistress. II-I need you sooo baaad~.” You pretend not to hear him and continued to go slower. He was blushing red in the face, and you could see the tears form on the corner of his eyes. On the inside you wanted to give your precious baby boy what he wants but on the outside you like making him suffer. After a couple more bounces you decided that he had enough torture for now, so you picked up some speed. His half-lidded eyes looked up at you. “Ttthank you.” It came out in stutters, but you heard him. “Don’t thank me just yet. I’m just getting started.”
You raised up until the tip of cock was barely out and then dropped back down on him. He let out a gasp and a moan at the same time. It felt so good to him since he waited so long to be inside you. “How does it feel? Feels good doesn’t it.” You had a sly smirk on your face because you know you are right just by looking at his face. “Yy-yes it feels good. Sooo good.” You let go of his wrists and put your hands on his shoulders. “You can grab me now, but you better hold on tight.” He immediately grabbed onto your hips when you started going faster. The lewd sounds bounced off the walls of the bedroom only to be heard by you and him. You could tell he was getting closer to his orgasm, and you were closer to your second one. “You’re my good boy and no one else’s you got that. I’m the only one for you. The only one to satisfy your little needs. My submissive baby boy and I’m your mistress your one and only mistress.”
His eyes were rolling in the back of his head and so were yours, but you heard him say something. “Yes, mistress I am yours and only yours. You are the only one that can satisfy my needs and I am the only one that can satisfy yours.” Just as you were about to say something in response your orgasm came quicker than you thought. You laid on top of him letting your orgasm take its course. You pulled off of him before he came but you felt him squirt and cum at against you.
You looked at his face and he was sweating with his hair sticking to his face and his green eyes were half way opened. “You are my good boy. You did a great job tonight. I’m proud of you.” He looked into your face and smiled. “Thank you, mistress. I’m glad I can make you happy.” You can see the tiredness in his face. He whined when you started to move so you can get off of him. The sheets below the both of you were soaked.
You thank the heavens you have waterproof sheets. “Come on I’ll run you a nice warm bath like I always do.” He slowly got up and started to wobble. You were by his side to carry him to the bathtub. You ran the warm water, so it filled the tub and added his favorite scented bubble bath in the process. Once the tub was full you set him in so he can relax. He immediately submerged into warmth of the water closing his eyes. “I’ll be back to get in with you okay. I’m going to change the sheets and put some fresh ones on the bed.” He turned his head to sound of your voice and nodded. You smiled and got up to go change the sheets. You put the wet sheets in the washer and went back to the bedroom to put on some fresh sheets. Luckily there were some sheets in the dryer that were still warm so that will be nice for the both of you when the two of you finished bathing.
You went back to the bathroom and took off everything so you can be with him. He hummed at your touch when you started to bathe his body and then he did it to you. You always do aftercare with him, and he loves you for that. Once the both of you felt clean you drained the water and wrapped a towel around him to dry him off. He wanted to dry you off, but you told him to go ahead and pick out something to watch. He giggled happily but it was a little weak because he was getting tired. He walked out the bathroom while you dried yourself off.
You walked out the bathroom and went to put on a simple top and some pants while he put on some shorts. He was already snuggled in bed waiting for you to cuddle him. You pulled back the covers and cuddled close to him when he pressed play on the TV. You turned towards him and asked him a question. “Baby boy are you willing to maybe dominant mistress for a change?” His eyes went wide at the question. Dominating you? He never thought about it. He was hesitant at first, but he knows not to keep you waiting. “Will you be okay with it?” You kissed him and laughed. “Of course, I’ll be fine with it that is why I asked you. Now this is the only time though so don’t let it get to your head.” He smiled and shook his and turned his attention back to the TV. You were watching too but, in your mind, you would love to see how he would do it.
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Undertaker - Prompt #58 and #94: “You look cute with a baby bump” and “Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!”
Request for @1967-impala-dreams. Written by Moxxii.
Warnings - Fluff? Idk
Word Count - 673 words.
Finally, a normal night in with your fiancee, Mark, more commonly known as - The Undertaker. Recently he’d been so busy with RAW; trying to increase their ratings and it meant that you and him had barely any alone time together. But tonight it was just you two - well three if you count the tiny baby growing in your stomach that he was currently unaware of. For the past few weeks you had been wearing baggy jumpers to hide the ever growing baby bump that had begin to form - and luckily he hadn’t noticed or pointed it out. You wanted to surprise him in some sort of cute way you hadn’t quite figured out yet
But tonight you were so glad that you once again got to spend some quality time with your man just watching movies and eating food - this whole pregnancy thing was a shit tonne of effort! Well you thought it was going to be peaceful, but for some reason your often docile fiancee was being extremely energetic; tickling your sides and play wrestling with you on the bed. Which would’ve been fine if you weren’t so lethargic from the hours of flights and lack of sleep due to the baby. But even him being slightly more excitable than you fancied wasn’t going to prevent you having a good night in.
However, being a wrestler yourself you were used to the playful pins, hits and bumps Mark would give you and they wouldn’t normally affect you at all, but with him being in that sort of playful mood and you being at a crucial mark in your pregnancy you knew that it was tonight you were going to have to tell him - but that sort of slipped your mind once you had started watching films; encased lovingly in your mans arms.
You were snuggled up in between Mark’s arms when suddenly he started to jab your sides in order to tickle you laughing manically , as giggles bubbled from your lips and they continued as he started placing mock slaps across your arms and legs. You reciprocated with your own chops across his muscular, tattooed arms and chest. It was all fun and games still he grabbed you off of the bed by slinging you over his shoulder and you knew exactly what was coming - a mock chokeslam. He gripped you softly by your throat as he put you in the chokeslam position and slapped you not to harshly but hard enough for the slightest twinge of pain to shoot through your back. You panicked knowing the chokeslam was next and a jumble of words fell from your lips “Ow! Ow! Stop hitting me!” you screamed. His hand instantly moved away from your neck and worry embraced every inch of his face.
“Shit, Y/N. I’m sorry did i hit you too hard” his hand rubbed circles where he had previously slapped.
“No, no i didn’t even hurt i just kinda didn’t want you to chokeslam me and i panicked and over reacted” you blushed. His face contorted in confusion; knowing you usually find the chokeslam hilarious. “There’s something i need to tell you” you bit your lip nervous about his reaction as his eyes widened waiting for the bombshell. “I-i’m pregnant” you stuttered a crimson blush gracing your cheeks.
“That’s the reason for all of the baggy jumpers!” he shouted his hands instantly going to the hem of your tapout jumper, hurriedly lifting it over your head to expose your small yet prominent bump. His eyes widened as he rubbed the precious bump “you look cute with a baby bump, that’s our baby in there” in mused. “God I am so fucking lucky to have you.” He bent down and placed a kiss on your lips which you jumped into wrapping your legs round his waist “No more chokeslams baby” he chuckled as you giggled laying back down on the bed in his safe embrace.
I’m the lucky one here. You thought, smiling at the thought of your perfect little family.
A/N: Our first undertaker imagine is here! Sorry for using his real name but i couldn’t call him taker haha! Anywayyysss i also suck so bad at titles but hope you enjoy ~ Moxxii
Since it's topical and I need more undertaker in my life may I request a platonic-like fic with Undertaker helping a lost lady person in a rough side of town?
There has been a lot of love going around for Undertaker as of late, its exciting. Anyways, i love this idea so definitely ~ Nikkii
