#undertaker request

Could turn smutty maybe but in a romantic way? (Like emotional lovemaking- I am not sure if I'm describing this accurately 😆)

Thank you!

*Absolutely you can have some Undertaker fluff. Thank you for the request and don't worry you described it perfectly.

Make It All Better

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, names{darling, honey, love}, bathtub 'romance', compliments, neck kisses/biting, fluff.

Word Count: ~800+

Undertaker - Platonic fic where the Undertaker is helping a lost lady (reader) in a rough part of town.  

- Warnings - Swearing, Angst.

Word Count- 1,028 words.

Requested by: Anon.

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“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.

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're very welcome 🥰. I'm so glad you loved it😄. This was my first time writing a duo like this and you know I like it.😏

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.